【Zhenyao】I really want to tell you

"Xiaoyao."

"Ok?"

"if……"

"what?"

"If one day... I won't be here anymore."

Five-year-old Haruka Nanase sat in front of the window with her chin resting, her eyes fixed on the model sailboat on the windowsill.The stool is a bit high, with two legs dangling in the air.

An unpredictable light flickered in his deep eyes, which added a little bit to his cuteness.After a while, a seabird flew by outside the window, and his sight followed its flight path, spreading to an unknown distance.

Ah, just like his name.

The soft sound of ebbing tide, one after another.Xiaoyao frowned slightly as her cheek was touched slightly by the goose yellow floral curtain.

In summer, the rock kite is dark at night.Nearly six o'clock, every household lit a fire to cook, and the house was still bright.Warm light shines through the curtains, and the sailboat model looks like it has been painted with a layer of gold.

It's so beautiful.Xiaoyao's brows stretched out, and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly.

The bicycle bell rang, and the voices of returning home were long and loud.

I heard that this model was made by my father when he was a child.

Xiaoyao is recognized as the most beautiful child in Yanyuan area.

A boy, but his appearance is more delicate than a girl.

High but not stupid nose bridge.The skin is not sickly white.The hair is set off by the white and fine skin, which is more black and lush.Big flashing eyes, deep pupils.The thick long eyelashes curled up slightly, and even trembled slightly when speaking.The hanging eyes like a classic beauty are slightly charming, but the charm is diluted by the stern expression.

"Yao-kun is really good-looking, and he is also a very mature child."

Take Xiaoyao out, there will always be people who will praise his appearance.Nanase Mika also has unconscious pride.

Although her five-year-old grandson may have heard too much, it seems that he doesn't like this, and he hangs his head and doesn't know what to think.

"Xiaoyao, the one who taught you before was praised by others, what should I say?"

Mikari leaned down and scraped Xiaoyao's nose.

"Say 'thank you for the compliment.'"

"That's right. So what is Xiaoyao going to do?"

"Thank you..." Xiaoyao turned her head away.

The sea is calm and very reassuring.

"Haruka-kun is really cute!"

Xiaoyao, who doesn't seem very polite, is so popular in Iwatobi, and Mikari doesn't understand why.Yue Mo is so beautiful that no one can get angry with him?

Heart of beauty in everyone.Xiaoyao's appearance, both women and men will appreciate it.

Xiaoyao's appearance is almost a replica of his mother.Xiaoyao's mother Nanase Yuko is also recognized as the most beautiful girl married to Iwatobi.

When he smiled, the corners of his eyes were still raised, but his eyebrows drooped slightly.A slight smile is enough to make people enchanted.If it grows on the face of a cheerful and smiling beauty...

The first time I saw those captivating eyes was six or seven years ago. The 22-year-old son Nanase Hiroki took the girl with long black hair like a waterfall and looked forward to love when she smiled, and swore to Mikari that she would not marry her in this life.The son who was still reckless and had a cropped hair became an adult for the first time.

His son's student girlfriend, a beautiful girl with excellent character and academics, met him to take the exam in Tokyo, and they dated for five years without telling their parents.A beautiful appearance will always make people feel a little uneasy, but many things after that prove that these worries are unnecessary.

Yuko Watanabe, later Yuko Nanase, is a beautiful woman, a strong woman in her career, a good wife, a good daughter, and a good mother.

"Although we have intervened in you a lot in many matters, are you still the one who decides the final decision?" Nanase Mikari looked at her son who was holding him and smiling so hard that he couldn't keep his eyes open, "I think back when you went to Tokyo to go to Tokyo to go to school." University, your father disagrees desperately, what will happen in the end?"

"That's right...so, I still think the name Haruka is pretty good." She scratched her head with an embarrassed smile, and in Meixiang's eyes, he was still the child who couldn't grow up.

"You can do whatever you think is good. Anyway, after marrying a daughter-in-law, you forget your mother."

All three members of the family of four laughed, the only one who didn't laugh was Xiaoyao who had just been named.

Are you still not satisfied with this girl's name?

His big eyes flickered, staring at the watermelon in Hiroki's hand.

I haven't been weaned yet, so I can't eat it.

The summer night in August is full of stars, and the sea breeze is slightly salty.During the fishing season, the masts of fishing boats creak and the wind chimes jingle.

In an ordinary family in a seaside fishing village, Xiaoyao sleeps peacefully in Guangshu's arms.

The young couple sitting together, Hiroki put clothes on Yuko, Yuko leaned on Hiroki lightly, touched Xiaoyao, and hummed.

"My wife sings so beautifully!"

"Easiest lullaby, can't you?"

"How could I not! Just wait, I'll sing right now."

Mei Xiangli smiled and turned her head away, her son's singing level...has never been flattering.

After singing a few words, Xiaoyao woke up startled and started crying.

"Look at you!" Yuko hurriedly hugged Xiaoyao, patting her lightly.

"Ugh... sorry, but Yuko asked me to sing, right?"

The cattail fan is shaking gently, and the gentle singing is one sentence at a time, one meal at a time.

The cicadas are still singing.

This year's watermelon is still sweet.

The wind chime was made by the old man before, and it was a token of love decades ago.

Cicadas, wind chimes, watermelon, sea breeze.

These are the old man's favorite.

Oh yes, and mackerel.

If he knew, the rock kite fishery had a bumper harvest this year.If he knew the arrival of a new life this year.

If he is sitting here now, eating watermelon together.

Will you... laugh?

Mika-ri's husband died at the age of 50, which is not really old.

Counting... eight years.If he is still here today, he must be a stubborn old man.

The heavy snow covered the field roads and buried them.

Mikari sat on the edge of the bed with her head bowed.

"The doctor didn't say you couldn't be cured..."

Just say, take it home, eat and drink well and take care of it.

"Meikari, give me your hand." The cold voice was unquestionable.No one can shake the decisions he made.

"Don't tell him." Mikari received such a reply the first time she was diagnosed.The tacit understanding between the husband and wife over the years also prevented him from explaining too much.

Two years ago, their son Hiroki had the biggest dispute with him since birth.The old man hoped that Hiroki could stay in Yanyuan and take over the family business.The Nanase family lived in Iwatobi for a long time. They first used fishing as a career, and later held important positions in the Fisheries Association.The couple are kind and kind, and the family is very prestigious in Yanyuan.

His feelings for Yan Yuan are complex and deep, so complex that sometimes even she finds it difficult to understand.Really ashamed of the name of the person who knows him best in the world.

Even with the threat of "If you dare to leave Yanyuan, don't come back."Therefore, Guangshu did not take the initiative to call his family for two years.

Mei Xiangli thought, she still understood the old man.Guangshu is a student of architecture, and the old man also secretly bought back a lot of books on architecture, and secretly studied it himself.

"Why, when he comes back to check his study?" Mei Xiangli made tea, and carried it into the study lightly.

"... Long-winded." The old man blushed and took the teacup, turning his head out of the window.

The old man was a man of few words.

It is said that he was good at swimming when he was young, but he gave up for some reason, at least when Mika met him.

Tall and thin, with deep eyes, he looks quite energetic.He is addicted to mackerel and is good at cooking all kinds of fish. One of the great joys is to watch her eat all the fish he cooks, and then praise how delicious it is.

When asked why she likes this idiot, Mikari shook her head.Fell in love before he knew why.

This idiot, not good at words, can't express, but he has been kind to her all his life.

"Your hands are cold, I... I'll warm you up." The old man struggled to sit up from the bed, trying to force a smile at her.

"Many things are always said to be troublesome, but in my heart I miss it more than anyone else. Your grandfather is such a person."

Xiaoyao half understood what he heard, shaking his head, drowsy.

"He is very similar to Xiaoyao. He likes to eat the same things."

"Father doesn't like it." Xiaoyao pouted with a bulging bun face, "Zhenqin doesn't like it either, it's obviously so delicious."

"Your father, when you were young, you were often beaten by your grandfather because you were too naughty. Every time you just finished beating, your grandfather began to feel distressed, so he made mackerel for him to eat. Of course, I wanted to appease your father, but your father is right. The mackerel . . . has shadows."

"The mackerel your grandpa made is so delicious...I will finish it every time."

"If Xiaoyao knows how to cook fish, Xiao Zhenqin will definitely eat them all."

"Really?" The gleam in Xiaoyao's eyes was no less than that of the moonlight sea.

Except for his appearance, Xiaoyao resembles his grandfather whom he has never met.

In contrast, Xiaoyao's father, Guangshu, is clever but extremely naughty.As the only son of the Nanase family, he was strictly disciplined since he was a child.Nanase and his wife broke countless vines for him.Naughty is naughty, but very promising.After graduating from a prestigious school, he got married and started a business. He has a high income, a car and a house, and his wife is also beautiful and virtuous.Xiaoyao is nothing like Hiroki except for his IQ, at least for now.

Hiroki is an only son.Mei Xiangli had a difficult delivery for three days and three nights, and both mother and son went to the gate of hell.Since then, the old man has refused to have any more children.

"This is his gentle side. Although he doesn't say it, I can feel it."

"grandmother."

"Ok?"

"Does grandma miss grandpa?"

The wind chimes are still melodious, and the starlight falls into the sea and shines brightly.

"I want to, but there is no way. If you think about him again, he won't come back."

"That's it." Xiaoyao took the cattail fan, thoughtfully.

"Xiaoyao, do you miss Mom and Dad?"

The look of disappointment that flashed for a second was caught in Meixiang's eyes.He put down the cattail fan and turned his head away.

Mikari regretted bringing up this topic.

"Grandma said it herself."

"If you think about them, they won't come back."

"They will come back during the holidays, and they will bring delicious and fun things, as well as many beautiful clothes for Xiaoyao."

The breeze is swaying, and the sound of the wind chimes is still crisp and beautiful.

The watermelon is crisp and delicious, still sweet to the heart.

There are only two people in a family of four.

"Mom and Dad went to Tokyo to earn a lot of money. Then why didn't Makoto's parents go to Tokyo and earn money by being with Makoto every day?"

Mikari didn't know how to answer.

Xiaoyao spoke late.When Hiroki and Yuko went to Tokyo, Xiaoyao couldn't even call Dad.This is a pity.

Perhaps many things can only be explained by fatalism.

Many things are arranged in advance by God.Gathering, separation, everything has its own arrangements.

The reunion will be reunited sooner or later.

Xiaoyao's sleeping face is very obedient.The small mouth was slightly opened, and the eyelashes trembled with the breath.

Drooling, talking in sleep intermittently, I slept soundly.

Gently patted his back and shook the cattail fan.

"ゆりかごのうえを

びわの実がゆれるよ

ねんねこ

ねんねこ

ねんねこよ"

Ten years later, Nanase Haruka still doesn't like to turn on the air conditioner.

The summer night wind passes through the shutters, and there is the fragrance of grandma's cattail fan.

Xiaoyao is also an only child.Hiroki and Yuko are busy with work and have no time to have children.

The introverted Xiaoyao has few friends.Xiaoyao didn't like to talk since she was a child. The first word she uttered when she was three years old was not parents, grandma, but "まこと".

Makoto from Ju's next door is four months younger than Xiaoyao.With a round face and big eyes, chubby and chubby, he loves to talk and laugh, and is very clingy to Xiaoyao. He follows Xiaoyao's brother every day and calls Xiaoyao's brother.Xiaoyao likes this very much, and loves this younger brother very much.Although he is an only child, Xiaoyao is not alone.

The existence of Makoto brought some comfort to the shattered Nanase family.

Compared with the beatings Hiroki suffered when he was a child, Mikari is much more relaxed towards Xiaoyao.Xiaoyao suffered a total of two beatings.For the first time, there were days when the mackerel harvest was poor, and Mikari did not cook mackerel.The next day there were mackerel in the fish market, Xiaoyao and Zhenqin caught two and ran away, but were chased home.

"The grandson of the late former president of the Iwato Fisheries Association likes to eat fish, which is understandable. But...you still have to pay for it, haha." Seeing that it was Nanase's family, the owner of the fish stall changed his attitude immediately.

After taking out the money and apologizing, Mei Xiangli closed the door.

After that, Xiaoyao never went to the fish market for a while.

The second time, Xiaoyao took Zhenqin to someone else's flower garden, and was dragged to the door again to question the teacher.After being beaten, Xiaoyao shed tears all night, shivering under the quilt without eating or drinking.

"I just... want to make a garland for Makoto, I like it so much, Makoto... woo..."

It was the first time I saw Xiaoyao cry so much that he couldn't say a complete sentence, and it was also the first time I saw Xiaoyao utter such a long string of words.Mei Xiangli leaned on the door frame and made up her mind that no matter what, she would never hit Xiaoyao again.

He lifted Xiaoyao from the bed, wiped away his tears, and took a good bath in the small tub.Prepare the steaming and fragrant mackerel and remove the bones.Xiaoyao still pouted and refused to eat.

The aroma became more and more intense, and Xiaoyao's firm eyes gradually drifted away.

Finally, Xiaoyao took advantage of the beauty fragrance and turned her head to get the seasoning, picked up the small bowl and turned her back, took a small spoon and put it into her mouth one bite at a time.

Forgive me, cute Xiaoyao.

As the sun sets, smoke rises from the kitchen.

Xiaoyao gradually learned to pick fishbone by himself.

Every day after kindergarten, Xiaoyao would always play with Zhenqin.As long as he smells the aroma of rice, Xiaoyao will come back to eat by himself, very worry-free, obedient and well-behaved.Sometimes Zhenqin was reluctant to let Xiaoyao go, and would come to dinner with her with teary eyes.

That kid Makoto really likes Xiaoyao.Pulling the hem of Xiaoyao's clothes and shaking it, he called Xiaoyao brother sweetly, his eyes narrowed, and he smiled sweetly.Makoto has droopy eyes, just the opposite of Xiaoyao.Cheerful and lively yet somewhat clingy, just the opposite of Xiaoyao.

One night after dinner was ready, Xiaoyao didn't come back immediately.After nearly an hour, Xiaoyao went home angrily, and ate without even saying "I'm back".Mei Xiangli asked again and again, and Xiaoyao finally explained that she played with Zhenqin outside too late, and was said a few words by Zhenqin's father.

"Obviously Zhenqin has to play outside all the time, otherwise I wouldn't accompany him. Zhenqin's father really hates it."

"You can't speak ill of others behind their backs, Xiaoyao. If you speak ill of others behind their backs, he will sneeze, knowing that you have spoken ill of him."

"I don't believe it." Xiaoyao pouted and turned her face away.

The next day, Zhenqin told Xiaoyao that his father seemed to have caught a cold last night and sneezed all night.

From then on, Xiaoyao respected Mikali in awe.

Grandma told the truth.

"Today the teacher said that I am the smartest kid in the class, let everyone learn from me." The excitement could not be concealed in the calm tone.

Mikari touched Xiaoyao's head, "'A ten-year-old prodigy, a 15-year-old genius, and after 20, he's just an ordinary person.' If Xiaoyao doesn't want to become an ordinary person, he can't be complacent."

"Makoto has praised me."

"Hmm... Does Xiaoyao want to be praised by Xiao Zhenqin all the time?"

"Who would have thought." Xiaoyao turned his gaze to the mackerel.

"If Xiaoyao wants to be praised by Xiao Zhenqin all the time, he has to work hard."

"Oh……"

Makoto is Xiaoyao's loyal follower.On the first day of going to kindergarten, Makoto cried and tugged on Qianxia's clothes, and Mikari tried to persuade her to no avail.

Xiaoyao stepped forward and took Zhenqin's hand, "If it's with brother Xiaoyao..."

People often see this scene, Xiaoyao is walking on the beach holding Zhenqin, and Zhenqin often walks and runs to keep up with him.

"Brother Xiaoyao... Huh... Huh... Slow down."

"It's Makoto who walks too slowly."

"Ugh..."

"Then, just walk slowly." Xiaoyao didn't look back, and her pace slowed down a lot.

"Still tired..."

"Zhenqin is so troublesome." Xiaoyao squatted down, and Zhenqin leaned on Xiaoyao's back knowingly.Xiaoyao picked up Zhenqin on her back, she couldn't stand firmly, and walked unsteadily.

"The real piano is so heavy."

"Woo... sorry."

"Where does Makoto want to go?"

"Go and see the fish." Makoto buried her head on Xiaoyao's shoulder, sniffing and twitching.

"it is good."

"Great!"

In a second, tears turned into laughter, and danced.It's not honest on Xiaoyao's back.

When Guangshu was 18 years old, he walked down the stone steps step by step, and it was the same evening.

One child is carrying another child on his back, his back is drawn very long by the setting sun.

The familiar figure gradually disappeared from the blurred eye sockets.

When I was a girl, watching children playing would be noisy and annoying.

Time flies to middle age, and the crazy play on the beach has become my own child.Often with her husband aggressively bringing the child back to make him do homework.

Another 20 years have passed, the husband is no longer alive, and the child is thousands of miles away.

The ebb and flow of the tide is the same every day.

This is the most hateful thing in the world.

Mika laughed to herself.

She took Xiaoyao to the vegetable market, and told Xiaoyao that the food at this restaurant was the cheapest and most affordable, what kind of mackerel was fresh, and what kind of mackerel was absolutely unacceptable.

Riding a tricycle and taking Xiaoyao to the town to go to the market, Xiaoyao sat behind and recited the newly learned haiku.Xiaoyao is a smart boy.

Buying a mackerel doll for Xiaoyao, Xiaoyao stared at her coin purse greedily.Indeed, it is a treasure chest that can conjure everything.

The summer festival is over, the moonlight is bright, the old and the young walk home slowly, Xiaoyao shakes her little finger.

Check Xiaoyao's homework and put him to sleep.Get up early to prepare breakfast for Xiaoyao, get him up, and watch him and Makoto go to kindergarten hand in hand.

From making mackerel with steamed rice to home-cooked dishes such as fried eggplant, Xiaoyao can always do it with one click.

Day after day life is plain but full of fun.

Xiaoyao was weaned, walked slowly from her baby, spoke for the first time, called grandma for the first time, brushed her teeth and washed her face for the first time, did not need to be fed for the first time, picked fishbone for the first time, and The first time she fought for Zhenqin, the first time she went to kindergarten hand in hand with Zhenqin, the first time she called her parents alone, the first time she was praised by the teacher, and the first time she cooked a mackerel alone.

I keep it all in my heart.

One day he will walk out of Iwatobi and go to a wider place like Hiroki.

Probably only like now, standing by the window, watching his gradually taller back gradually drifting away with increasingly blurred and cloudy eyes.

She smiled and waved to him, not expecting him to look back.

This is enough.

I'm sorry Xiaoyao, probably... I can't wait for this day.

"I want to be like my parents, go to Tokyo to go to university, earn a lot of money to buy delicious food for grandma, so that grandma can live happily." Xiaoyao wrote down the New Year's wish on the paper, blushed and handed it to her, and then Look away.

Xiaoyao has never grown into a frank child, which is always a headache.

In the future, when he is gone, will there be someone beside Xiaoyao who can understand him?

The root of the disease that fell when the broad tree was born in the past has gradually become unstoppable in recent years.Sometimes it is even impossible to walk on the ground.

These are all unwilling to tell Hiroki and Yuko.How could life in Tokyo be particularly easy.

I don't want to add pressure to those close to me, and I have to bear many things by myself.The Nanase family has never had a similar person for generations, but in this regard, there is really no difference.

When people get old, they are like fallen leaves.

Exhausted all kinds of medical methods, so that he prayed to God and worshiped Buddha.A life should end, it will end.Mikari Nanase has always believed in this.

The wind was raging outside the window, and some old wooden windows rattled.Barely coaxing Xiaoyao to sleep, everything became blurred in the pouring rain.

When Guangshu was 20 years old, the life of the old man came to an end.

The road was blocked by heavy snow, and the little rock kite was isolated from the outside world.On the day when Guangshu's final exam ended, he took her hand, smiled at her, and said, I can't see the day when he came back.

He rarely smiles, but his smile is so beautiful.

He took her hand and fell asleep, very peacefully.

The ambulance could not come in, and the train returning home from Hiroki was stuck halfway.

The signal was very poor, and the crying voice on the phone was intermittently saying that the snow was so heavy that it was too big to see the road clearly.The car is so slow, so slow, every minute and every second is suffering.I can't wait to jump out of the window, walk, crawl, and climb home step by step.

The temperature in the palm of the hand gradually became cold.

This kind of despair, I never want Xiaoyao to experience it.

If one day I leave by myself, I have to go in the hospital... ah.

That sentence is still valid.

Some things have already been decided.

Facts have proved that it is very correct to teach Xiaoyao to do housework earlier.Mikari gradually became less able to get out of bed.

Doing housework by himself every day, and even cooking fish by himself, Xiaoyao will always make people feel at ease.Makoto also often comes to help, but Xiaoyao is always kicked out of the kitchen.

Xiaoyao, too early to be sensible.

Telepathy exists between grandparents and grandchildren.As the days passed, the look in Xiaoyao's eyes became weaker and weaker.The Ju family seems to have noticed something, and often asks Zhenqin to sleep with Xiaoyao after dinner.

Sometimes pain attacks wake up in the middle of the night.The two children who were sleeping next to him lay on the same big pillow and covered with the same blanket, still holding hands.

How wonderful it would be to watch these two children grow up.

Young life is so good.

Xiaoyao is not afraid of ghosts, everyone has some normal level.Just because Zhenqin was afraid, Xiaoyao got over it early.

"It's nothing, I just want to... protect Makoto."

The bedtime story changed from being told to Xiaoyao alone to being told to Xiaoyao and Makoto.With Makoto's company, Xiaoyao became a little more energetic.

Xiaoyao smiled, her eyebrows drooping slightly, so pretty.

Makoto may be a gift from God to Xiaoyao.

"Maybe, none of us can accompany Xiaoyao to the end, only Zhenqin."

Xiaoyao gets sleepy easily, lying on the tatami with Makoto every night, and falls asleep not long after.

"Xiaoyao really likes you, Xiao Zhenqin."

The night sky outside the window is full of stars, and if you stare carefully, it will even tremble.

"really?"

The seven-year-old Makoto is no longer chubby, but she can still smile to the bottom of people's hearts.

"But Xiaoyao still said today that she likes waterfalls the most."

"He's not a frank kid...his favorite is Makoto."

"Really? I also like Xiaoyao the most!"

"Little Makoto, I have something to ask you."

"what is it then?"

"Xiao Zhenqin can replace me...can you stay by Xiaoyao's side all the time?"

Subconsciously glanced at Xiaoyao.Xiaoyao slept peacefully with her back facing Zhenqin and herself.

"Where is grandma going? Don't you want me and Xiaoyao?"

The voice is tinged with crying, Makoto is an emotional child who cries easily.

"Grandma, one day I have to go to a far away place to find Xiaoyao's grandfather..."

"a place far away?"

"It's so far away... so far away that I can't come back."

Probably farther than from Iwatobi to the stars in the sky....

"Xiao Zhenqin and Xiaoyao will go there in many, many years. Grandma just goes first. So...leave you for a while."

"With Xiao Zhenqin to accompany Xiaoyao, Xiaoyao will not be lonely. So... Please, Xiao Zhenqin, don't leave Xiaoyao, okay?"

A slightly trembling tone, almost pleading eyes.

Xiaoyao and Makoto, heart to heart...

If two people like this are separated, the world will be so painful that it loses its color, right?

"I like Xiaoyao the most."

"Being with Xiaoyao is the happiest thing in the world!"

"So... after grandma comes back, I won't leave Xiaoyao either!"

Raindrops knocked on my heart.

The branch broken by the strong wind fell to the ground, Xiaoyao moved, and the blanket was kicked away.Mikari struggled to sit up and wanted to cover him up, but Makoto went there first.

I don't know how long the child's vow can last.

But... anyway, thank you...

At least you can feel at ease...to find your favorite Xiaoyao, grandpa.

"Little Zhenqin, with you here, maybe Xiaoyao will always be happy..."

"What is happiness?"

"It means, very happy, very happy."

"Hmm... I don't quite understand."

"Happiness, for Xiaoyao...it's very simple."

The pillow cover was already wet with tears.

Slowly opened his eyes, it was pitch black.The ticking of the clock in my ear.A splitting headache.

It turns out that tears are so bitter.

Even breathing, familiar and pleasant mint breath.Makoto was drooling and still slept soundly.

Run your fingers across the angular face.

Makoto...

Haruka tried to reach for a tissue from the bedside.

She didn't want to wake up Makoto, but she was hugged too tightly by Makoto.

"Yao...what's the matter? Go to the bathroom or..." Makoto sat up slowly.

Makoto rubbed her eyes in a daze.Tears were uncontrollable, drop by drop fell on Makoto's arm.

"Having a nightmare? Don't be afraid that I'm here." Makoto hugged her tightly in her arms.

On the fourth day after dating, there is still more than a week before going to Tokyo.I started to pack my luggage the day before the relationship, but because of the relationship, the progress of packing was almost zero.

Looking at some objects scattered in the room.It was originally packed.Because they were too sleepy last night, the two went to bed early.

"Grandma...has been away for ten years, and she hasn't come back to see her."

The warmth as always is Makoto's embrace.Makoto's mind reading skills are always useful when you need them most.

The face was wiped carefully by Makoto bit by bit, the movements were too gentle, as if she was caring for a fragile treasure.

"I, like Haruka, miss her very much."

Like Makoto, she has been staying in Yanyuan, waiting for her to come back to see when.

I have been waiting for ten years.

Sobbing uncontrollably, the back was patted lightly.

The strength is still stronger than that of grandma, and Zhenqin is a fool with strength.

Xiaoyao's happiness is actually quite simple.

It's basically doing what you want to do every day, and you can eat mackerel every day.There is someone who can accompany him, alone, no more.When he is sad, there is a hug for him to lean on a little.Xiaoyao is a strong child, as long as he does this, he will smile in his heart and cheer up again.

Seeing Xiao Zhenqin, Xiaoyao would always blush.Xiaoyao, I like you Xiaozhenqin the most.Xiaoyao and Xiaozhenqin are holding hands, there is no difficulty in getting over it.

"Yao, you were awake that night, I know."

"So Haruka, how's my mission going?"

Haruka raised her face and pressed Makoto's lips.

Makoto is happiness.

"Then grandma will be relieved." Liu Hai was pushed away by Zhenqin, "Yao has always been so lovable, no matter it was then or now. As long as Yao is happy, I will be... very happy."

"Don't cry anymore..."

"My dear Haruka..."

"My remote..."

"True piano..."

Ahh, it's been a long time since I cried so happily.

No need to force yourself to put on a mask of strength.All disguises can be dropped in front of him.

With Makoto here, it's really, really good.

"Grandma, I miss Yao very much, so I came to see you in Yao's dream." The tears were all kissed away by Makoto, "I am with Yao, let's go to the dream quickly, see her again, yes She said, Yao is... very happy now, okay?"

"Like Haruka, I also... miss her very much."

"Yao, tell me, if grandma knows that you are already mine, will she be happy?"

"Will do."

Makoto, who was lying on her side, smiled slightly, her facial features were exquisite and picturesque.

"Because,"

Haruka closed his eyes.

"Makoto is here."

This is probably the happiest thing for me.

Xiaoyao.

The hot mackerel will always cool down.No matter how delicious mackerel is, there will be a day when it will be eaten up.The sea tide ebbs and flows, nothing can beat time.

If one day I am gone, don't be sad and don't be afraid.

There is a familiar taste in the mackerel made by Xiaoyao himself.

Gentle and cool wind, one after another.As long as the cattail fan is still there, there will be one every year.

The handmade shell wind chimes are still delicate and delicate after 50 to [-] years.

Your favorite little rock kite, and your favorite mackerel.

We, your family.And your future lover.

What a beautiful world in the dream.

So, go to sleep, my sweet baby.

None of us have ever left.

Makoto's voice is gentle and clear.When Makoto sang, it was actually very nice.

He curled up and nestled in Zhenqin's arms, interlocking his fingers with each other.

familiar melody.

Ethereal and simple singing.

The simple lyrics have been handed down from ancient times to the present.

Sentence by sentence, gently, slowly.

Accompanied by the evening wind contaminated with the fragrance of platycodon flowers, I drifted into dreamland.

yurikago no uta wo kanariya ga uta u yo

ねんねこねんねこねんねこよ

ゆりかごのうえをびわの実がゆれるよ

ねんねこねんねこねんねこよ

yurikago no tsuna を きねずみが yusuru yo

ねんねこねんねこねんねこよ

yurikago no yume ni kii roi tsuki ga kakaru yo

ねんねこねんねこねんねこよ

The canary bird in the tree is singing that lullaby

sleep baby sleep sleep baby go to sleep my sweet baby

The fruit on the loquat tree is swaying on the cradle

sleep baby sleep sleep baby go to sleep my sweet baby

The little squirrel is rocking the cradle gently

sleep baby sleep sleep baby go to sleep my sweet baby

In the cradle you'll dream of a yellow crescent hanging in the sky

sleep baby sleep sleep baby go to sleep my sweet baby

Grandma, I am very happy.

You too... take care.

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