Star X Star[Skip Beat]

A puppet exists.

[No...not a hundred points...Mom...Mom doesn't want Kyoko anymore...]

[Mom, don't leave Kyoko behind!Mom—Mom—Mom, I will definitely score [-]% next time in the exam, Mom, please, don’t leave Jingzi—Mom—Mom—]

Immersed in that unspeakable past, the heart-piercing cries of children are still clearly imprinted in my mind.

one word.One sentence.

Shang watched her take over the phone, and what was strange was that her trembling hand, which was originally suppressed, pressed the call button very calmly at this moment.At the same time, her originally sullen face turned into a pool of water, and her expression of indifference to the unbelievable was completely revealed.The eyebrows are raised slightly from an arc that is not obvious, so that people can't figure it out, the expression is the same, the mood is the same.

Occasionally, with a slightly strange staring gaze, she coldly glanced at the tableware in front of the table, but she didn't look at him. At this moment, only she and the woman on the other end of the phone exist in this world.

Faced with such a sudden change, he must be the one who was surprised.

Is this also... her acting skills?Use acting skills to disguise yourself in an instant, so as to calm down?This woman, Jingzi...how much has she grown?

"...I'm Jingzi." The voice was like the night wind, neither cold nor warm, and it was silent.

There was silence on the other end of the phone for a long time, so long that she even suspected that maybe this wasn't the call from the person she was waiting for at all.

"...Kyoko. ’ Just after the second hand ticked more than a dozen o’clock, a middle-aged woman’s voice came from the phone, but this voice was as cold as the expression on her face at the moment: ‘Go back to Kyoto, don’t Play around in that place again. 』

After being away for many years, she didn't feel any warmth when she heard her mother's voice.This is the second time she has said the word "joke", right?In her eyes, this self who is struggling in Tokyo is like a little ghost who is greedy for prosperity.

Is it really mother?Really... Is it the person who disappeared for a long time after leaving?

Really, is that the one who left her young and never cared about her again?

She was facing the phone, closed her eyes, and found that she couldn't say anything.

So many emotions mixed together, twisted into a ball, making her breathless, breathless, why is it like this?She thought she could calmly pretend nothing happened, and then calmly told her that she would refuse such an overbearing order

, but now, she feels that she wants to say too much, so much that she doesn't know how to say it clearly, and too little, too little, so little that she doesn't know what to say.

Who is the mother?

Why did you leave then?

Why can you ignore me after you leave?

Why haven't I greeted my daughter once in so many years?

Why come back now?

Why interfere with her life now?

What qualifications does she have? !

[No matter where I am or what I do, I know that no one will care about me. In this case, I still need to get my mother's... permission? ]

30☆ACT.29 Because I am me

At dusk, when the clouds on the corner of the street are still stirring up the thoughts of the late returnees, it may be bright or dark, red or yellow. Without a home, you can wander without direction.

How long has it been since I didn't remember?

Home.the word.

I used to want to piece it together, but I always missed some key parts, let her think about it, let her think about it.

The child's big eyes stared blankly at the night sky of Kyoto outside the door, and the pure and flawless score was clearly marked.

Staring blankly, he whispered, Mom.Mother.Mother.

Wanting to call the name of a loved one, but reaching out and giving myself to a neighbor's woman.

[Kyoko, study hard in the future, you will become the proprietress here. ]

The boy looked at her from a distance and nodded, curled up in a corner crying in the middle of the night.

At this moment, the lips are half-opened and half-closed, trying to utter a few simple syllables, but they can't make up words.

Everything that happened, suddenly, she felt that her world seemed to have changed.

Kyoto.simple.little girl.in love.Xiao Shang.agreement.Tokyo.struggle.wait.cheat.despair.restart.

And... Tsuruga... Ren.

Yes, she is no longer the little girl who can only wipe her tears with her hands. What has changed is not only her appearance, but also her heart.

[Probably... for the manufacture of... "Mogami Kyoko"... maybe...]

[Learning to act, I feel that I can create and cultivate a new self by myself... This makes me very happy. ]

[I want to...experience more experiences, absorb more...more...expand "my world"...]

Not for anyone, but for himself, as if he could let himself, "Mogami Kyoko", appear.

"So... I won't give up..."

***

Buposhang, who was standing still at the side and speechless, heard a low soliloquy, the voice was neither loud nor small, but very determined.

She hasn't spoken for a long time, what exactly did she hear?Shang's eyebrows were raised slightly, and the wrinkles that were originally clustered slowly stretched out a few lines after hearing Jingzi's self-talk.

Originally, I was a little worried.Tsk, though he didn't think it was a sign of what she cared about.

This...maybe not a little...worry...

Ever since he received the call yesterday, things in his heart have been in a mess. Although his parents obviously no longer had any hope for him to return to the capital when they called, they suddenly involved this idiot, and then this idiot disappeared for more than a dozen years. His old mother, he obviously felt that something was deviating from the track he could control.

[『She is your future wife, even if you go to Tokyo, we don’t care what you do, you have to bring back the future proprietress of the hotel, don’t you? ! 』]

...my...wife...

Her pretty eyes swept across the girl in front of her—black hair, thin lips tightly pressed, and eyes glistening like water.

……

ha.He put his head aside, it was still a joke after all.Think about it to yourself.

The goal he wants to achieve has not been achieved yet, and he doesn't want to live the life of the boring hotel boy again, so in any case, these have nothing to do with him.And the family's request—when it comes to this guy, he must still think about her running the hotel in Kyoto, but once this happens, it means that the marriage contract relationship is established, and he will have to bear another layer of restraint.

Even... now... the averted eyes caught her outline again in the corner of the eye, and then slightly raised the corners of her lips.

Wait, what is he thinking? ! ...Suddenly realized that his mind was distracted, Bu Po frowned again, and retracted his wandering thoughts. The girl at the table obviously didn't care about his lack of mind.

***

"Do you think that kind of place is suitable for you to survive?" The other end of the phone paused: "It's just because you are too young and yearn for that kind of glorious life!" 』

"..." The word "Mom" choked in his throat, and finally swallowed it down: "...Can I... May I ask..."

The person at the other end was stunned for a moment, and his dignified and majestic voice suddenly slowed down: "What do you want, what do you ask?" 』

"where did you go……?"

"..."

"It's so far away... so far...that I must be left behind." The monotonous sentence, without emotional ups and downs, and a mocking smile at the end, surrounded by a dark and decisive breath, Make people inaccessible.

Darkness suddenly became her protective color.

It was supposed to be a shackle, but it seemed that every bit of it was obscurely integrated into the body. The lively look in the pupils, against the dark background, suddenly became dark.

Staring at her for a moment, Fupo felt unable to move.

"Since it's so far away, why did you come back suddenly, looking for this person who was once abandoned?"

"You are... hating me." 』

"Even if you really yearn for a glorious life, so what?"

——"I have stood in a place without light for too long, I want to let myself stand under the light..."

——"I want others to know that I am Kyoko Mogami! I want others to know that I exist!"

Bright eyes allow no others, only their own stage.Even if there is no one to cheer you on, just let yourself know that not for others, everything—is enough.

Just like... Tsuruga, for the work he likes, he is so serious that he has nothing else to do.

And she, just to find her own value.

"...I, maybe I will go to Tokyo to find you..."

Jingzi was stunned, and the inexplicable sense of fear disappeared in an instant.

"I'll be here waiting for you." Here, in, the world of entertainment.

The phone hangs up.

She remained in the same posture, motionless.

"...Kyoko?" Already, is the call over?Shang frowned and woke her up in a low voice.

She looked up, smiled slightly, and handed him the phone: "It's over."

Unbelievably, he didn't reach out to pick up the phone yet, but his brows furrowed even deeper.

"What did she say to you?"

"No. Nothing. I'm leaving."

"No? Your lie and your previous performance are not at the level of an actor."

Jingzi was taken aback, as her professional ability as an artist was questioned, so she couldn't ignore it: "Why...why?"

"You smiled at me." It's completely out of the scope of ridicule, sneer and sneer.The woman would smile at him, never since "that time".

Hearing this, she raised her chin and sneered, "Are you masochistic?" Black ominous clouds were flying around her, and in the strange atmosphere, countless little evil spirits could be heard muttering: "I'm here to satisfy you!" I'm here to satisfy you...

"Haha——" Shang laughed suddenly, completely ignoring the threat of the dark mist for the first time.

It really baffled her - "You, what are you laughing at?"

"This is how you look like now..." Shang stopped smiling, straightened up and took back the phone, and found the difference in Jingzi's surprised eyes, and hurriedly looked away: "Eat...Leave after eating, Otherwise, what are you doing here?"

"I don't want to have dinner with someone like you." He... what kind of expression was that just now... obviously... it should be... incompatible...

"Ah? Is that so?" Bupo stretched out his hands to pillow the back of his neck: "If I had known, I wouldn't have ordered hamburgers."

Chinese, hamburger steak? "...do you think a hamburger steak can win me over?" As if in response to her words, her stomach growled after saying these words...

The two looked at each other, one frustrated and the other triumphant.

Lian, Lian, could it be that your crisis has arrived?

***

In a place like the entertainment world, there are many ways to become famous, and there are also many opportunities to become famous. Some people become famous in one fell swoop, and some people climb to the position of everyone's attention step by step—of course, there are also some people who pay All in obscurity in the end.Success sometimes depends not only on strength, but also partly depends on luck.

Unfortunately, apparently, luck has not yet befallen our heroine.

More than ten people are usually absent from the art class in the afternoon, and she will definitely not be one of those few people, but that is also because she also values ​​her studies. After all, the dream of going to high school almost passed her by. .

"Dark Moon" has not been released yet, but a TV station has already bought out the premiere rights exclusively, which is also a natural thing. Signs such as Tsuruga Ren and Momose Masami are hanging high, and the background of "Moon Cage" is clearly in front. , and behind-the-scenes topics like Ogata Supervisor, "Dark Moon" deservedly became the hottest TV series of the year.

I hope everything goes well, she is now looking forward to the moment when "Dark Moon" will be released, but what she is looking forward to even more is - how will her Weixu be judged by others?For a character who is wholeheartedly shaped, the mood of wanting to be recognized is obvious.

It is also because of the completion of "Dark Moon", that she is suddenly relaxed now, except that she still has to participate in "Rock Rock" every week and the training in the training center, the rest of the time can be said to be free, while Zuo Jiang is now It's an emerging artist who is plagued by announcements... Sigh, I'm afraid she is the only one who has the most leisure time in the entire LME.

No, you can't be so pessimistic!Mogami Kyoko, anyway, you are also a member of LOVEME, the road to success depends on finding and paving the way!Think about it, you have also played a role in a popular TV series (future tense), Bu Po Shang probably doesn't even know what TV series is!Even Tsuruga said, if she was to be more dazzling, how could she lose the battle psychologically without doing anything?Believe it, the road is tortuous, and Mogami Kyoko has a bright future! (←Kyoko, whose blood boils for some reason...)

after school.

——[Follow-up report on "Tsuga Ren's trip to Milan" - "SuperVogue" 10P page! Photos of the trip to Milan are included!]

When passing by the bookstore, she suddenly stopped at the door of the bookstore.

In fact, if you want to know anything, you can just make a phone call.

But he still lowered his head, remained silent for a moment, and reached out to take the magazine from the shelf.

On the cover, a handsome man wearing an ochre-colored windbreaker stands on the streets of Milan and looks at the clear sky. The antique Milan scenery complements his natural elegance.

Why do I suddenly feel my heart beat a beat slower?

Because she was busy with work, in the past few days, she received his calls occasionally, and he had to hang up every time within two or three minutes.Often just to ask her if her work is going well, or ask her to pay attention to her body.

But even if it's just such a bland greeting...

But even with such a bland greeting, she would inexplicably feel a burst of warmth floating from her chest, which would linger for a long time.

Hearing his mellow and watery voice, "Are you okay" in his usual gentle tone, she suddenly felt that there was something missing in a corner of her heart.

She couldn't help being attracted by the figure on the cover again.

As long as Tsuruga Lian stands there, she will shine, dazzling, but pure and golden.

When will she be like him, when will she be able to catch up with her real goal...

"Thank you for your patronage. Here is your change." She took the magazine and the change from the clerk with a natural movement.

nature?That's right, there was a time when she would ride a bicycle to bookstores or audio-visual products stores to snap up unfashionable photos between part-time jobs, so such actions can be said to be familiar to her.

I thought I would never do this again, but in the end, did I still do it?

He stared at the magazine in his hand in disbelief.

...I.not.is.and.fall.fall.ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Shock, shake, shake~~~

The phone vibrated and she was startled.

- "Non-Notification".

A bit disappointed.

At this time...it won't be Lian's call.

Pressing the call button, she greeted politely: "Hello?"

"Yo yo~~ Kyoko?it's me~』

"Eh, Mr. Momo?"

"Is your study going well?Should class be over? 』

"Well, yes. What's the matter?"

"If you have time in the evening, please come to the office, there is an announcement. 』

She was taken aback for a moment, and then asked excitedly, "Announcement?!"

"Yeah, it's an announcement from the last variety show, and it's a very well-known variety show~"

She who was still hot-headed just now suddenly calmed down: "Mr. Yan..."

"What? 』

"It won't be another variety show like... let me play a chicken?" He asked suspiciously.

No, the chicken has already played the role, I believe it will not be so uncreative, it is estimated that it is a penguin who came to Tokyo from the Antarctic with no relatives and no one to rely on, and had to rely on 700 yen as a comedian to maintain a basic livelihood... ──

"No, I'm appearing as a participating guest!"Don’t be so depressed, you should be happy now—”

Participating guests? Before "Dark Moon" aired, someone asked her to be on a variety show? !Could it be... Could it be that her attractive pheromones began to emit a seductive glow earlier?oh oh~

Zhan didn't care that someone on the other end of the phone was already jumping up and down, so he just said unhurriedly: "It was originally a program plan that invited well-known artists from several TV dramas to interact with each other. "Dark Moon" is a new program Strong dramas are also included in the invitation, but the leading actor Lian who is going to be invited has gone to Milan, so in order to fill in the vacancy of Lian, you are specially asked to fill in the vacancy of Lian, you have to work hard, this is personally recommended by Director Ogata Where did you go~』

... The cold winter months suddenly fell.

Looking up at the sky, the wind this year is particularly bleak.

Mr. Li, if this is the case, please say it earlier next time, please?

——Taking two deep breaths, she clenched her fists.

Well, cheer up!

Even as a substitute, I have to do my best, because I am Kyoko Mogami!

☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆

"President, is this okay?" Wuxian put down the receiver in his hand, and asked worriedly to the person on the sofa——

Takada Raleigh reclined on the comfortable leather sofa, taking a nap with his eyes closed.

He didn't open his eyes either, just bit his lips: "..."

"Let Kyoko go to that show..." Wuxian walked around the couch and sat down on the single sofa, frowning to show his worry, "you know that show is just a pure variety show in name , but because of its influence, in fact it is already - a symbol of the three firms fighting each other."

Just like the Olympics has now become a symbol of national power for all countries to compete for, "Fraud Artist" has also become an arena for several well-known firms to show their strength. The program launched several years ago has set a record for Japanese variety shows since its birth. The highest ratings record, and the undefeated status to this day, the reason is of course not only the charm of the show itself, but also because of the gathering of superstars in the show, not to mention Kyoko's acting skills, just because of her little-known status in the entertainment industry , how can she win a place on the star-studded stage?

Before his brows could be stretched, he heard someone whispering to himself at the other end: "You're just too rigid..."

"Ah?"

"You're so worried because you haven't seen that child's strength—she's...a guy who can always grab everyone's attention at critical moments..."

"President, can you guarantee that nothing will go wrong..."

"No." Baotian replied without hesitation.

Mulberry's jaw dropped to the ground.

"But it's interesting in this way~~~" Baotian slowly opened his eyes, looking at the ceiling with a wicked smile in his pupils...

☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆

The lights under the T-shaped stage slowly bloomed from the glass stage with the psychedelic and ethereal music, or blue or purple, or gold or silver, and the focused lights hidden in the sky lit up the sky of Milan at night.

"Hair stylist, is Amélie finished yet?!"

"Fix up makeup! Touch up makeup! How do you go on stage like this—"

"No, why is the clothes on the 16th missing?"

"It's almost time...why the assistant hasn't come—"

"Gianfranco is ready to go on stage! Immediately!"

Compared to the hustle and bustle of the scene, a corner of the backstage was orderly.

Tsuruga Lian's unique composure is fully reflected at this moment.

The so-called quality of a professional artist is to prepare everything well before the work starts, and only wait for the moment to start to devote oneself wholeheartedly.

On the face in front of the mirror, Yoyo closed her eyes, letting the hairstylist's comb slip through the black hair.

Black hair, the unique oriental air of elegance, and the deep watery pupils hooked, bringing a trace of softness.

Several male models were talking not far away, and their unique Italian accents rang out among each other.

"It's just a small actor, not even a professional model, but also a model for the main show? Why?"

"I don't even know the basics of the steps. I remember that he has never walked the stage. But how far can a few weeks of training go?"

"Hahaha, I'm afraid Ta Jones will cry to us that she found the wrong person when she makes a fool of herself!"

"Being a model is not just about height~"

The conversation was quickly drowned out by the loud voices of people and live music.

"Lian, those guys seem to have been looking at this side just now." She bent down and put the mineral water on the dressing table in front of him, and reminded him vaguely: "The eyes are really uncomfortable. .”

"I know." Lian still nodded with her eyes closed. "Let them say, anyway, I am not a professional model." Such conditions are understandable to cause dissatisfaction.

"Uh." She glanced at him, then at the models talking and laughing, smacking her lips in noncommittal.

Then...he suddenly turned his head in surprise and looked at Lian——

[Anyway, I am not a professional model. ]

According to what he meant... How did he feel that Lian seemed to understand what they said? !

But, but they speak Italian...

"The opening——!!!"

"Night is the gauze of the eye of truth, and deceit is the expression of the artist's face—hey! It's 8:00 p.m. on Saturday, did you see my opening remarks on time?" said the host of "Fraud Artist", Fujiwara Tatsuyama slowly walked out of the dry ice fog, and the vampire's costume added a touch of ghostly mystery.

"Welcome to the world of swindlers, they're not swindlers but we can swindle your heart better than swindlers, let's sing the names of the swindlers tonight—"

For a moment, the shouts burst like thunder, and waves of screams chanting the name of their idol almost overturned the studio!

Jingzi nervously followed Yimei and the others to the stage. Tonight, she still kept Weixu's makeup according to the requirements of the show. She was wearing a little black dress, but the backless design on the back made her feel very uncomfortable.

"It's okay, it's just a show, relax." Yimei turned her head and smiled at her, and the friendly smile on her pretty face immediately reassured Jingzi a lot.

"Ah."

What am I afraid of? Didn't I always perform in variety shows before...Although...Although it was just a "chicken" at that time.

Mr. Yan seemed to have something to say when he saw her receiving the notification, but he didn't say anything in the end. What is it...?

"Weeping Willow!!! Weeping Willow—I love you—"

"Yi Mei - Yi Mei - Yi Mei -"

"Yuan Ji looked at the side - oh! He really looked at this side -"

... She really doesn't understand the frenzy most of the time.

Kyoko raised an eyebrow.

No.

It's not...you have that experience, don't you?

The little girl who rode a bicycle and rushed into the video store just for a star poster.

ha.sneer.

"RENAULT! VIEGHOUL! - VIEGHOUL THE BEST!"

...well, another group.

—Wait... wait, what did they shout just now? !Renault? ! VIEGHOUL? !

Kyoko took a step back and stared at the musicians on the other side of the stage. Sure enough, Renault waved to her with an evil smile.

"Jingzi... At least, don't become transparent..." In front of the TV, Mr. Mo held his chest and prayed. A black spot among the stars made him restless with worry.

The most important part of "Fraud Artist" is to hope that she doesn't lose too badly - that stage where everything is deceitful with acting skills...

The flashing lights are like the stars at night casting dazzling brilliance on the Avenue of Stars, and the tall beauties walked proudly in front of people with graceful steps——

The next moment, the silver-gray rays of light brushed the ground like clouds and mist, spreading out around the catwalk, and all the radiance gathered in the center of the catwalk.

His slender figure and the silver-white windbreaker imitating the medieval style shake out a perfect arc in the wind. Every step of the man seems to be the second coming of God. Even wearing a black feather mask, the light hook of sexy lips under the mask is so beautiful Walking like an emperor's footsteps, it is enough to make all the women staring at him crazy, and makes all the men feel ashamed.

It's not a professional model, but the pace of walking, the change of waist and hips, the surrounding field of eyes, and the hidden breath are clearly more professional than professional models!

The hand in black gloves took the "future princess" on the side in a gentlemanly manner, and lightly branded a kiss on the back of that white hand. The psychedelic music was not enough to exaggerate the atmosphere of the scene, and everyone was amazed...

In front of the stage, reach out and take off the mask.

Smiling, raising his eyebrows, the black feathers were thrown to the audience.

Standing sideways in front of the stage, it seems as if standing on the top of a mountain, looking down on the world and looking down upon the others.

He is Tsuruga Ren.

No one can replace it.

31☆ACT.30 Memories

There was the sound of dripping water in the bathroom, and the water drops lightly slid down the man's temples to his waist, winding to his feet.

"Do you need towels, Shang?" Outside the bathroom, the woman's delicate voice rippled.

His strong arms supported the milky white tiles, his blond hair was wet under the warm water, a few strands of wet hair covered his sight, he closed his eyes, and a wicked smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

["...you think a hamburger steak can win me over?]

……

"...Hahaha——" Suddenly burst out laughing, he.

"Shang—?" An Yi Xiangzi walked into the laundry room suspiciously.

"No-it's okay-ha-" He couldn't help laughing, then took a deep breath, held back his smile and said to the blurry figure outside the shower curtain: "Put it outside, I will take it myself."

With a click, the bathroom door closed.

...that...that stupid woman who made me irritated...

Reaching out his hand to cover his face dripping with water, he sighed a long time, then leaned his back heavily against the wall, then looked up at the dazzling lights on the ceiling, and recalled.

***

"Xiao Shang, Xiao Shang~~"

"I told you not to follow me, it's so annoying—" the handsome boy waved away the little hand that was grabbing his sleeve, just because of the snickering of his companions in the distance.

The little girl with two braids raised her head and looked at him with tearful eyes, then frowned her small eyebrows, and the delicate skin on her forehead showed a few wrinkles, but she still shook her head firmly, and finally decided to let go hand, stand still.

He looked at her out of the corner of his eyes, that's right, that's right, it's a rare opportunity to play with other boys, why does he still bring this oil bottle?

It was dusk at that time, and the sky was still rolling with layers of clouds dyed the same color as bread.

He tugged his hands into his pockets and walked towards the boys who had been waiting for a long time in the distance.

Hmph, little girls are troublesome.

"Kumiko from Class C is cute, and she doesn't have a boyfriend—"

The pace slowed down a bit.

"I prefer Daheyao from Class A, with big eyes and looks like a cat."

From the corner of the eye, he tilted slightly to the rear.

"Hey, Shotaro, what do you think?"

stopped.

"Santaro?"

He turned back hesitantly.

Damn, did that idiot Kyoko not follow? !

"Oh, I said, what are you looking at, you are not still waiting for that annoying follower, I said you must be very irritable, it's just a childhood sweetheart sticking to you like brown sugar all day long, No, it's the same as the spirit behind it."

He turned his head to the side, looked at the boy who was talking, and was stunned.

"What, did I say something wrong?

He suddenly responded with an unnatural smile and said, "Haha, yes, I hate it to death."

"Go to Oya's house and play video games all night. You will be free without that follower."

He said it was annoying, and he felt right—but...why did he feel uncomfortable hearing these people say that stupid Kyoko?Seeing the group of people in front of him gradually drifting away again, his feet seemed to be filled with lead, and he couldn't move at all.

What is she doing, why isn't she following up?

So late, is a person standing on that path?

Should be home... right?

"Santaro? Do you still care about 'that bug'?"

He closed his eyes, and the dim yellow light with unique color in Kyoto cast a blurred shadow on his eyelids. When he opened his eyes, he turned his head and cursed viciously: "Shut up! What 'bug' is coming" Worm, go, her name is Kyoko—Mogami Kyoko!"

"Shang...Shang Taro?!" The other party looked at him in disbelief.

"Don't let me hear you speak ill of her in the future, as long as I hear it, I will beat you until you can't get up! And—" He turned his head, and the pupils that had stepped into the youth rings revealed his Domineering and surly: "Don't call me Shotaro again! Call me Bupo!"

Huhu——

Huhu——

There was the whistling wind in his ears, and he only remembered that he kept running, and scenes of her being abducted or knocked to the ground by a car flashed through his mind, and he kept scolding the idiot Kyoko in his heart. Kyoko the idiot, and then his heart hurt a little because of his impatience. He didn't know whether it was because he was overwhelmed or because he was worried about her accident, but he would rather admit the former.

Back to the split trail.

There was no one there.

In summer, cicadas sing.Annoyed by the clamor.

Going to her house, the huge house was pitch black, and I searched all the nearby street corner roads, but I couldn't find that petite figure.

Dragging his tired legs, he opened the Japanese-style door of the hotel at home.

"--I am back."

"Hey, Shotaro, you're back, aren't you going to spend the night at a friend's house tonight?"

"I don't want to go—by the way, Mom, did you see Kyoko?" He suddenly raised his head and asked anxiously.

"Kyoko," Shotaro's mother put away the rag in her hand, and whispered to him, "That child just came, and kept crying as soon as he came. I don't know what happened. Your father is not here, and I have to go to bed again." Go to work, if there is no other way, let her stay in your room first, go and have a look."

You idiot Kyoko!Let me court death——

While he was getting angry, the pain in his chest also decreased a lot. Maybe this is the explanation of "the big stone on his chest fell down", so, just when he made up his mind to punish her with a very angry appearance, he pulled her away. At the same time as the door of his own room, he saw a crying face——

"Idiot Kyoko, I told you—" the words that were about to be spoken were forced into her throat.

Her fisted little hands kept wiping away the tears rolling out of the corners of her eyes, but all was in vain.

He looked at her, condescending, and wanted to do something, but felt that he had nothing to do.

What to do, she cried.

why cry?Is it because of him?

"Mom... woo..." She was sobbing, and then she couldn't help crying: "Mom doesn't want me———" In front of her, there were a few torn test papers .

He knew that she didn't get 100 in this test, but the score on that paper was still the highest in the class.

Although he kept calling Kyoko the idiot, Kyoko the idiot, he also knew that Kyoko was actually very smart.

She bent her small body, holding the papers that had been torn into shreds one by one, and the red marks were soaked with tears, gradually blurring.

What should he do?What should I do?How can she not cry--

"Gong..." The syllables popped out between the teeth, but they still couldn't speak.

She cried so much that he was helpless.

He only saw that her big eyes that were full of life and tears were gradually dimming, and then looked like a lifeless doll.

She said mom was gone.

Don't want me anymore.

***

That was the deepest memory about her, and he can still remember every scene clearly.

Because he had such a deep memory, he was afraid of seeing her cry after that, because when he was crying, there was nothing he could do.

All he could do was to keep her from crying, so no one but himself was allowed to approach her.

And she has no friends because of it.

He thinks that is the best, because she is just his thing.

No one can touch it.

he doesn't want to see again