My youth romance is always confusing

In the ward, lying on a white bed was Uncle Chonggong, whom I had just met a few days ago.

At the side, there was a beautiful middle-aged woman who was watching him quietly, with her eyes fixed on him, as if she wanted to tell others the moment he woke up.

Apart from that, the only things in this ward were machines running silently.

I met this woman once when I accompanied my father here before. She should also be a student of Uncle Chonggong.

But compared to the vague anxiety before, his face is now full of worry and concern.

And Akemi, who was originally just looking after Takamiya Chigoku, moved her eyes when she saw Hachiman and Mitsuki coming in.

She remembered the little girl as...

"It's Mitsuki."

Mingmei tried her best to smile, not wanting to pass on her sadness to the child.

Miyue nodded obediently to this aunt whom she had only met once.

But during this period, she did not let go of Hachiman's hand.

"You must be Hikigaya-senpai's son, right? I've met him before."

After greeting Xiao Meiyue, Mingmei raised her head and looked at the big boy in front of her.

She knew very well that the reason why Mr. Takamiya chose Senior Hikigaya instead of her was probably because of this boy.

Although we haven't had any formal communication, I have been able to vaguely sense the boy's maturity and stability over the past few days.

They were busy with this and that in the hospital and had no time to take care of Xiao Meiyue. It was really surprising that this young man could come in time to take on this task.

Mingmei wanted to say something, but when she saw Mitsuki's eyes staring at Takamiya Chigoku on the hospital bed, she stood up, nodded to Hachiman, and walked out of the ward.

I know, that means I should keep an eye on the patient.

Although in this situation, I should leave space for the father and daughter, but now it’s not so much that I’m holding Miyue’s hand, but it’s that Miyue doesn’t want me to let go of my hand, so I can only honestly play the role of a guardian and stand here.

The man lying on the hospital bed had a yellow face, and looked like he had been made up. He didn't look like a living person at all. However, it was strange that although Uncle Chonggong was now a patient lying in bed, for some reason, his expression was more peaceful than when I saw him a few days ago.

Did you mean you dreamed of something good?

Miyue looked at her father's old face silently.

The father in my memory was never so old, but since the day my mother passed away, his spirit and spirit have been declining day by day, and his overall state of being listless has been very low.

If my mother were still alive -

She had thought about this more than once.

But the sad thing is that if she didn't look through the photos, she might not even remember what her mother looked like.

The power of time is so terrifying.

"Ok?"

I don’t know if it was my illusion, but did Uncle Takamiya’s hand move just now?

"Well."

This time it was not my illusion. Uncle Takamiya began to make sounds and his eyes slowly opened.

I quickly let go of his hand and went to greet my father at the door.

He turned around, looked at the scene in the room, and went to inform the nurse.

Aunt Mingmei went out just now and no one knows where she went. She is not here now.

There were still three of us left in the ward.

"Mei...Mizuki."

Maybe because he just woke up, Takamiya Sengoku's voice was a little hoarse.

"I'm here, Dad."

Mitsuki hurried forward and held Sengoku's hand, her voice filled with endless joy.

Looking at his child in front of him, Takamiya Sengoku felt much happier.

But the way he is now, no matter how happy he is, he can't show it.

He just stared at Mitsuki blankly for a while.

It was not until his hands became sore from being held by Mitsuki that he looked up and saw Hachiman standing beside him.

"Good...good boy."

Not knowing who he was talking about, Takamiya Sengoku raised his somewhat disabled head and looked back and forth at the two children in front of him.

He caught his breath.

"Miyue, why are you in the hospital today? Aren't you going to school?"

Maybe she didn't expect this scene, that her father still cared about her studies, Miyue was stunned.

"As for school, I've already asked for leave."

I explained to Uncle Chonggong.

"Have you taken a leave? That's good, that's good."

He felt relieved after hearing what Hachiman said.

But in the blink of an eye, his face turned stern again.

"Forget about it today. You still have to go to school honestly from now on and stop thinking about nonsense."

"Um...yes, father."

Although what he said was a bit inappropriate, Mitsuki did not refute his father, but agreed to it obediently.

However, Chonggong Sengoku was still a little worried, so he gave his instructions again carefully.

"Study hard in school and listen to your teachers."

"Yes."

"Keep your house clean, pay attention to personal hygiene, and don't dress sloppily."

"Yes."

"Be careful not to hurt yourself when cooking. After all, you are still young and not tall enough, so it's hard enough to reach the stove."

"Yes."

"Also, be careful about how you dress when the weather turns cold, don't let yourself get sick, and don't listen to the school's bullshit rules and wear short skirts during the winter and freeze yourself."

"When you are outside, you should pay more attention to your personal safety. Don't get too close to strangers, but don't keep people at a distance. Make friends well."

"Don't show your cowardly side in front of outsiders. Always remember that you are no worse than others."

"besides...."

Takamiya Sengoku was like a phonograph that never stopped, constantly instructing Mitsuki.

But gradually, he started talking alone.

After telling him countless times, he looked up at Hachiman, tried to straighten his wrinkled face, and said to Mitsuki with a smile, "In the future, remember to listen to your brother more."

Hearing this, Mitsuki, who had been trying hard to hold back her tears, suddenly burst into tears, and the tears that could not be stopped fell heavily to the ground.

The little girl lowered her head, trying hard not to let her father see this side of herself.

She knew her father would be worried if she did that.

"Yes."

Finally, an almost deformed reply came out of his throat.

I don’t know whether Takamiya Chigoku heard it or not, or maybe he heard it but pretended not to hear it.

His face became more kind.

"please."

These were clearly the same words he had said a few days ago, but when they came out of his mouth this time, they carried much more power than before.

"Yes."

Same conversation, same people, but the mood is different.

After a moment of silence, Miyue managed to control her emotions. Just as she was about to say something, she was interrupted by the doctor who came in from outside.

"209, 209 is awake."

After receiving the notification, the doctor rushed over with the nurse.

You know, it was a miracle that the patient survived the operation that morning.

According to the assumption, the patient will not be able to wake up within a month, and as his various body functions decline at this point, he may never wake up.

But now he is awake and can talk!

This is a blessing in disguise.

The doctor quickly called the nurse and checked Takamiya Chigoku's physical data.

The figure of the angel in white instantly filled the entire ward, and the already thin Miyue had to make room for them.

However, when she left, Takamiya Chigoku's eyelids slid down little by little.

The hands that were originally held by Miyue were no longer raised and could only be curled up in the quilt.

I wonder, when darkness covers his heart again, which picture will be the last one left in his memory?

Maybe it’s the back of his daughter facing away from him in the crowd.

Although there may be some regrets, at least the smile on his face is real.

Walking out of the room, Miyue was obviously worried about her father, because she seemed to hear the doctor becoming flustered again.

Could it be that there has been some change in my father's condition?

But she remembered what her father had just said, that she should focus on life and not cause trouble to others.

Going in at this time will only make the doctor more flustered.

This was obviously not what she wanted.

"What? You don't want to look anymore?"

Seeing Mitsuki's determined face, I asked with some concern.

"No, my father said that I should study hard and grow up well. If I stay here because of my willfulness, my father will worry."

Once again, Mitsuki's maturity that was different from that of a child was revealed.

But this kind of maturity is exactly what adults don't want to see.

I wanted to turn back so much, but I held back in order not to make my father worry.

This child is so strong that it makes people feel distressed.

But I can't let her go like this.

"Lets see."

I stopped her from leaving.

Take another look, this may be the last time you see your father.

I couldn't say the second half of the sentence because it was too cruel.

Her originally firm steps hesitated after I pulled her like that.

She turned around and stared at her father through the glass of the door.

The tears that had disappeared in the corners of my eyes now couldn't stop falling.

"I....."

The voice that came from that tiny body was so trembling at this moment.

Mitsuki stretched out her hand in the direction of her father, as if trying to grab something, and tried in vain to move forward in the air.

However, after a moment, she resolutely turned around and walked out of the hospital.

"Are you really not going to look at it again? Don't leave any regrets."

I have made it very clear, this may be the last time they see each other as father and daughter.

But Mitsuki wiped the tears from her eyes and straightened her chest.

"No, this is not what father needs right now."

I looked at Miyue's back and didn't know what to say for a moment.

But how will you feel when you think back to this moment several years later?

I don't know.

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