MyGO!!! I am the succubus Xiaoxiang?

Then Hailing questioned him about who would handle the fish here.

There wasn't a single reply.

"If you don't process what you catch, how are you going to eat it?"

"Then don't eat it!"

"Then how about fishing it up?"

"Let's put it back! Let's fish it again!"

"what?"

From bringing fireworks to the countryside, even saying we were going to blow up poop, and then being stopped, to going to soak in hot springs together, and then finding out that it would take a day or two to go back and forth, and we still had to perform at a livehouse on Sunday to make money, we didn't have enough time.

Xiangzi's main goal is simply to go out and have fun with everyone, and to use his own money to do so.

Nothing else matters.

So much so that even though it was Xiangzi who said he wanted to go out and play, everyone was discussing where to go, with Xiangzi causing trouble on the side.

After discussing for a long time, everyone came up with a project idea.

Xiangzi immediately came over and asked him.

. . . . . .

Where should we go for fun?

Mutsumi Wakaba, who has lived in Tokyo since childhood, doesn't find the city fun.

They've been to the amusement park, and their story was featured in the newspaper. It's a family imitation of Takafumi Wakaba and Minami Mori.

Minami Mori requested a smile that looked happy and elegant, so Mutsumi Wakaba tried to smile at himself in the mirror.

The person in the mirror should be very happy.

You should mention places you've been to that you enjoyed, places that Xiangzi hasn't been to.

Ruo Ye Mu never imagined that Xiang would be in all the happy places, since it was Rui Sui who first took her and Xiang there.

Later on, it was Xiang who led me there.

Have a fun day, take photos, and then give them to Aunt Ruihui.

They were telling stories from the day.

Mizuho lay in the hospital bed, listening to Sho talk about the world he had seen. While Sho talked, she sat behind him reminiscing.

Aunt Ruihui's laughter echoed softly, and Xiang laughed as Aunt Ruihui touched him.

Sometimes, when I was sitting in the back, I would fall asleep after sitting for a long time, lying on Aunt Xiang or Aunt Ruihui's lap, and vaguely listening to their conversation.

talking.

Little Mu looks so cute when she's sleeping.

Xiangzi, you must take good care of Xiaomu.

Of course!

The days passed like this.

Can you name a fun place?

I feel bad for Xiang.

However, what Ruoye Mu most wanted to return to was that ward, the place where she could fall asleep to Xiang's laughter.

After waking up, Aunt Ruihui looked at him and made a shushing gesture. Xiang, who had been making a fuss all day, curled up next to his mother and hugged himself and Aunt Ruihui.

"Although Xiaoxiang seems like a lively and cheerful child, she is actually very sensitive inside."

Aunt Ruihui stroked Xiangzi's head and said slowly.

Aunt Ruihui understood. Xiangzi's worries and efforts were all aimed at bringing joy to his mother, proving that he was alright and everything was fine, suppressing his worries, and even trying to make everyone around him happy, comforting his mother, and making himself happy.

"Xiao Mu."

Aunt Mizuho looked at herself.

"Xiangzi, well, it's nothing."

At the time, I didn't understand why Aunt Mizuho was looking at me with such a sad expression.

It was just that after being looked at by itself for a long time, it affectionately patted its own head.

"You're a child too."

"Keep it up! Ruihui, Xiangzi and Xiaomu all need me to take care of them! How can I just leave? Hang in there a little longer, just a little longer! When Xiaoxiang grows up, when Xiaoxiang gets married, everything will be alright. Come on, come on!"

But it's gone now.

That once happy place is no longer happy.

If Xiangzi were to go there.

When Xiangzi remembered, all that remained was sadness; when he didn't remember, going there wouldn't bring him happiness either.

But besides that, are there any other fun places to visit in Tokyo?

Ruoye Mutsu held her phone, scrolling through the parts where everyone was having fun.

Everyone says it's a happy place.

I've been there myself.

I've been to Meiji Shrine, amusement parks, all sorts of places.

I'm just not happy.

Did they also seem to be having a lot of fun?

Ruoye Mutsu looked at the comments.

"beep!"

The sound of the car stopping made me glance up slightly; my mother had arrived home.

Ruo Ye Mu lowered her head, turned around and closed the door. Looking at the lock, the memory of her mother knocking on the door and questioning her about why she locked it was still vivid in her mind. She sat there silently.

"Have you finished your homework?"

"It's finished."

"Acting class."

"Yes, the teacher said it was good."

Did you go to class today?

"Today is not the time for class."

"Today is the day your acting teacher is giving a lecture, so you need to be proactive! Go help out, go listen!"

"..."

"Would I harm you? Go and help out more, leave a good impression on your teacher, and then he'll teach you more."

"The teacher said it wasn't necessary; he was only responsible for going on stage."

"Your teacher said you shouldn't go, so you should go even more! If others don't go, your presence will make a stronger impression on the teacher."

"The teacher said so."

Do you think what Mom said is wrong? Am I lying to you? Do you think I don't want you to be okay?

"..."

"She even talked back! Back then, my mother would always rush to take these opportunities, afraid of missing out on learning something."

"..."

"Make a good impression on the teacher. Listen to your mother, it's the right thing to do. I won't hurt you! Look at Yumi Adachi next door, she won the Japanese Academy Award for Best Actress at the age of twelve. Look at her, everyone says she's going to become the new Minami Mori, to surpass Minami Mori. I haven't even retired yet, and she's already thinking about stepping on me! Mutsu!! You have to understand! Take it slow, take it slow, and I won't hurt you!"

"..."

"Say something! Are you throwing a tantrum at me? You won't say a word!"

Wakaba Mutsu looked up at her mother.

Speaking back is talking back.

Shutting up is just throwing a tantrum.

She won the Japanese Academy Award for Best Actress at the age of twelve.

Then why aren't you her mother?

"What do you mean by looking at your mother like that? Are you angry with your mother? Your mother didn't do this for you!"

Ruo Ye Mu lowered his head and remained silent.

Let the person in front of me shatter everything I have little by little.

until.

She hid in the bathroom like a doll, talking about taking a bath.

I could hear the water rushing over my head.

The sound of water droplets hitting the ground was like the sound of something breaking.

However, every time you take a shower, who knows how many water droplets are constantly falling to the ground and breaking apart?

Nobody cares, nobody pays attention.

It's like a ceramic doll breaking apart bit by bit.

"Om~"

I could hear the phone ringing inside the waterproof bag.

"Xiao Mu, Xiao Mu, where are we going to play! Hehehe!"

Good luck!

Ruoye Mutsu looked at her phone.

The girl chattered excitedly, sending voice messages as if it were her first time going out to play.

Shrines, amusement parks, and even bumper cars with Xiao Mu to bully other children.

You also have to eat cotton candy in front of the children but not give any to them.

I won't give it to you unless you call me "pretty big sister".

In Xiang's depiction of the world, the air is sweet, the clouds are cotton candy, and even the sand on the ground is made of white sugar.

Little by little, the sugar water filled the cracks, stitching a person up bit by bit.

"Let's go out and have some fun!" It's not easy to type on a phone inside a waterproof bag.

but.

They still encouraged Wakaba Mutsu to type out his own words and send them out.

In this sad world.

You are the person I love most.

“Okay! Let’s go out and play! Where do you want to go, Xiao Mu?” Xiangzi replied, his snoring voice playing in the voice message bar.

One can imagine the girl sitting up and down with excitement.

Humming, "Let's go out and play! Let's go out and play! I want to go out and play!" He hums an obscure little tune, shouting, "Where are we going? Let's go out and play!"

“Go, everyone!” Wakaba Mutsu replied.

I turned my head to look out the window.

Outside the window, where the air is thick with mist.

It is a bright city.

Wherever I go, it doesn't matter, as far away from home as possible.

The city's reflection in the doll's pupils is like a bright sea of ​​stars.