Ke Xue mourner

Chapter 49 Rainy night, clear dream

Suzuki Sonoko panicked when she was asked by her sister, her eyes turned aside slowly involuntarily, trying to avoid Suzuki Ayako's sharp gaze, the feeling of being completely seen through was really bad.

The sight of my sister opening her eyes is terrible...

"That seems to be true." Suzuki Ayako narrowed her eyes again. Based on her understanding of her sister, if she just fell in love with a handsome guy, she would not dodge like this at all. Instead, she would drag herself to discuss it excitedly. .

Now this reaction...it seems to be true.

"What kind of person is it? Tell my sister."

Suzuki Sonoko looked embarrassed, and said angrily: "If you don't teach, don't teach, why are you making fun of people like this?"

Suzuki Ayako covered her mouth and smirked, "Okay, okay, don't ask, and when you are ready, come see me again?"

"I don't want it." Suzuki Sonoko blurted out subconsciously, and then immediately came to his senses, he didn't tell himself.

Suzuki Sonoko, who had lost her dreams, threw herself on her sister's big soft bed, feeling like a salted fish, feeling stupid.

"Okay, get up and learn the tea ceremony, or I'll go to sleep, it's so late." Suzuki Ayako patted her sister's head happily.

If you want something from others, you have to bear the humiliation. Although Suzuki Sonoko was furious, he still got up and studied again.

Outside the window, light rain came silently, and the girls in the room were so absorbed in their studies that they didn't notice it until the sparse rain lines gradually weaved into a rain curtain, and the crackling sound woke people up.

"Huh?" Suzuki Sonoko looked out the window blankly, and then turned pale with shock, "It's raining!!!"

Suzuki Ayako was leaning on the side of the table with her arms resting on her side, already drowsy, but was woken up by Sonoko's sound.

Covering her mouth with her hands, she yawned gracefully. Suzuki Ayako looked out the window, "Is there any problem with the rain? In the morning there was a morning glow, and at night there were cirrus clouds. It will definitely rain, even The weather forecast also reported it, which is rare and accurate.”

Suzuki Sonoko lost her dream again, she had an appointment, tomorrow... oh, it should be today, and said she would go to the amusement park.

Thinking about it, I did see Asaka with Hanyu-kun yesterday morning, but Suzuki Sonoko didn't know about Gojuunyun at night.

"How long will it rain? Did the weather forecast say it?" Suzuki Sonoko puffed up his cheeks with a sad face.

Suzuki Ayako shook her head, "I didn't pay attention, and it's good if the weather forecast can predict rain. Who can be sure how long it will rain?"

"Damn it, I forgot to ask for the phone number..." Suzuki Sonoko murmured, she obviously saw the phone in Hanyu Kiyoan's funeral parlor, but forgot to ask for the number, and didn't take a business card from the table.

"Huh? You don't even need a phone number. It seems that the progress is not fast? This is not like your style~" Suzuki Ayako moved her hand to her sister's ear and whispered.

The hot air hit his ears, and Suzuki Sonoko was blushed instantly, "I, I'm going back to my room first, it's getting late, you go to bed first."

After speaking, Suzuki Sonoko got up and was about to run, but after running two steps, he turned back, picked up the books and notebooks on the table, and then trotted away.

Suzuki Ayako looked at the closed door with an aunt smile on her face, her younger sister had finally grown up.

pop~
The door opened again, Suzuki Sonoko put his hands together, and said sincerely: "Remember to keep it secret for me~"

……

The sky was still very dark, he raised his head from the table, his face had some distorted red marks from sleeping on his arms.

On the table was a crumpled piece of letter paper. Judging from the smeared and blurred handwriting on it, it should have been caused by getting wet and then drying out.

He sighed, and threw the letter into a ball into the wastebasket beside him, but it was already full of paper balls, so the ball of paper just dropped bounced off and rolled to the ground.

Taking out a piece of letter paper again, he paused for a while before raising the pen, and then he wrote heavily.

A letter, written from midnight to dawn, is finally done.

After carefully sealing the envelope, he sat in the room and stared out the window blankly. He waited until the courier came to pick up the package, and then he moved his already stiff joints.

He seldom shows this attitude, usually with a faint smile, which makes people feel reliable and at the same time envious of his good attitude.

He also felt that nothing would cause him to lose his sense of normalcy, until he woke up from the hospital that day, and the doctor told him that he had cancer and needed chemotherapy.

But at that time, he was just stunned for a moment, not too flustered, but carefully asked the doctor about the specific situation.

Seeing that he was so calm, the doctor was a little worried, afraid that he was faking it, and even said a lot of words, trying to tell him that there was still hope.

But that reassurance doesn't change the fact that, hopefully, there is a miracle, if any.

He refused to stay in the hospital and returned to his residence. Instead of dying painfully on the cold bed, he would rather choose his own way of death.

After making up his mind, he began to think about dealing with his funeral. His parents were still alive, so he had to tell them the truth.

But...he was afraid and didn't dare to go back and say it in person, so he decided to write a letter and send it back.

As I write, my mind goes blank. Thinking of my parents' reaction after knowing the truth, my throat chokes, and tears escape quietly without permission, soaking each piece of letter paper...

It took a few days to deal with things like relics and inheritances. He picked up his bag and planned to use the last time to look around.

Seize the remaining time to enjoy the beauty of life, and at the same time find a favorite ending point for yourself.

You can't decide the starting point, you must always grasp the end point, otherwise life will be too restrictive.

Look at mountains, water, flowers, birds, and people...

Only at this time did he realize that he had actually missed a lot of things. These things were too common and easy to obtain, making it easy for people to ignore them.

Things that are born with us are the most common; things that are commonplace are taken for granted.

He didn't know how to cherish until he was about to lose it. However, the journey always had an end. He felt the pain in his body become more intense, and he knew that his time was running out.

An inaccessible cliff, a calm lake, is his final destination.

Leaping up, the wind pierces through the ears, entering the water, it is bitingly cold.

He frowned and subconsciously held his breath.

then……

Hanyu Qing'an woke up suddenly, with fine sweat on his forehead, he didn't expect to dream about these things by himself, the feeling of suffocation was really bad enough.

After a while, he looked out the window. It was raining continuously, and he couldn't tell the time.

So is it because of the rain that you dream of falling into the water?
Wait, that's not right, why does the bed feel a little wet?

Hanyu Qingan looked at the little person who was tightly wrapped in the quilt on the bed, "Yuzu, are you wetting the bed again?"

(End of this chapter)