I push the child!

Chapter 15 15. Tomorrow and letter without you
It was found that Ai Hoshino left at around [-]:[-] in the morning, but Makimura Taku couldn't remember exactly how much.

I just remember that after waking up, the room was quiet, neither breathing nor heartbeat.

The bed board creaked twice, and the sound of birds came in from outside the bamboo forest through the not-so-thick glass door, like living in a summer countryside.

There were still some creases on the bed sheet next to it, probably because Ai Hoshino hadn't touched it since he got out of bed.

There was only Mucun Taku's in the suitcase, and the door was closed tightly, but she didn't make a sound when she left, but it may be that Mucun Taku slept too deeply and didn't hear it.

Looking at the empty surroundings, he always felt that his heart was covered with a layer of faint mist, and the words were on his lips but he couldn't utter them.

The sky outside was as bright as rough cardboard, and gray clouds floated over the top of the bamboo forest. It seemed that it would rain at any moment, but it hadn't yet.

He had a feeling of being overwhelmed, although this feeling was very slight, it still swam in his heart all the time.

He exhaled, changed his shoes, and ran several laps in the birch forest as usual, but it must have been more than five kilometers.

At around 40:[-], raindrops fell from the sky. At first, there were only a few drops, but soon they spread all over the white world. The rain fell very quickly, as if someone was urging it from behind.

Before the ground was blackened, Makimura Taku ran back to the hotel with only a little wet hair.

The door opened, and he said I'm back, but there was no one else in the room except him, no one sat there waiting for him after washing his hair, and no one smiled and said welcome back to him.

He felt a little stupid, then took off his clothes, took a towel and went to the bathroom to take a shower, and brushed his teeth along the way.

The sound from the shower head was similar to the sound of the rain outside, which made people feel uncomfortable. He turned on the phone and covered it with a song.

He completely forgot how many songs were playing on the phone at that time.

After taking a shower and changing his clothes, he glanced at the rain outside the bedroom from his bedroom.

The rain suddenly fell heavily, like coiled dragons falling from the sky, trying to smash the earth into pieces.

The bamboo forest swayed in the wind, and the thick branches almost couldn't support it. The noise outside seemed like a world full of wars.

The rainwater slanted by the wind crossed the eaves and hit the broken glass windows, leaving eye-catching marks.

The rain was heavy, and staying in the room was like being in an aquarium, or diving into the sea hundreds of meters deep.

Mu Cuntuo looked away, drank a glass of tap water, and his voice seemed to have finally regained the ability to speak.

He sat on the beech wood stool by the table and looked at the various things on the table:

The leftover cake from the previous two days has not been thrown away, the knives and forks with butter stuck to it and unopened gloves are scattered around, sixteen candles are half-blacked out, and two sunflowers are down in the shadow of the wall, pressed against the green stems The photo below reflects the light.

Everything was frozen like that photo, and he felt an inexplicable feeling of unhappiness.

After the rain stopped for about 10 minutes, he opened the glass door and let the wind blow in. The air was so fresh that it made people happy from head to toe, but Makimura didn't feel it at all.

The "The Great Gatsby" placed next to it was turned by the wind, and the pages were crackling.

He walked over to put it away, but saw a folded letter paper inside, opened it, and found that it was left by Ai Hoshino.

He leaned over the bed with the letter and began to read it from the beginning.

"Sorry, I lied." Ai Hoshino wrote in the letter.

To be honest, her handwriting is not very good-looking, and it takes a little effort to look at it, but every word is written as clearly as possible.

After reading this, Mucuntuo felt that the wind was a bit strong, so he put down the letter, went under the bed and locked the glass door tightly, and the rustling of the curtains stopped together.

For some reason, he wanted to get a glass of water to drink again. The water from the faucet in the kitchen was flushed on the sink, and the sound was clear and harsh.

After drinking the water, he sat back on the edge of the bed and finished reading the letter.

"I agreed to continue to finish the things on the plan list tomorrow, but I left without saying goodbye. I am very sorry."

Followed by a drawing of a crying face that looks like a smiling face, and then another line.

"When I wrote this letter, I was sitting next to the desk lamp. It wasn't raining outside the window. It was frighteningly dark. The wind was so loud that the light from the desk lamp barely illuminated the paper. It's past one o'clock at night. How should I say it?" , I still prefer to write letters at three o’clock in the afternoon, when the sun is on. Do you remember what I said, I must have forgotten it? You said that you like to take a walk by the bridge in summer, I can help you You remember, I am really amazing. After all, you slept so deeply, are you so tired today when you go out with me? But thanks to you going to bed so early, otherwise I would not have the chance to write this letter to you, maybe just a word I slipped away without making a sound. I will also be sad. I was a little tangled when I wrote. I was thinking, what should I write? Write it down. Forget it, I will write 'The sunset is so beautiful!' Well, you must be able to think of something. I thought of this right away. By the way, I am still very happy traveling these days, staying in a hotel , eat delicious food, soak in hot springs, climb mountains, ski, fly kites, and watch elk.”

The character for elk was wrong at first, so she blacked it out with a pen and replaced it with a pseudonym.

"There are so many more, too many, I probably can't fit a piece of paper, so I won't write. Since I'm leaving, I won't take all kinds of things, it's too troublesome to carry, that flower The sunflower is also here, I just went to pick it up, the flower is so heavy, it seems to be more than [-] grams, this time you are right... I want to take the photo, but there is only one, let's leave it here , I don’t like when I think of being together as soon as I see a photo, and then separate, how uncomfortable it is, please help me feel uncomfortable, hehe.”

Start a new line.

"Makimura Taku (sorry, didn't write honorifics. Because I want to write your full name, I will keep your full name in mind.), you are very handsome, you are a very good person, I think you are a very good person from the beginning , It’s really like this, you are too gentle, in comparison, I feel that I am too bad, but well, I don’t hate this kind of myself, I am Hoshino Ai, cute, greedy, and unique! Wrote I’m running out of paper for some insignificant things, but it doesn’t matter, anyway, your book is still usable, if you can’t write it down, just write it in your book. One more word, this book is too esoteric, I don’t like it at all, or all In English, I can hardly understand, I can only read your notes, what do you like? Let me tell you, I still like "The Little Prince" a little more, although there is a sentence in it that I don't really agree with, it is' When a person is in a low mood, he will especially like to watch the sunset', I like it because I really like it, I am very happy to watch it! It is far away. I am actually quite regretful. I like the winter in Echigo Yuzawa very much, although you I say it’s autumn, but I have to say it’s winter. I like Karuizawa too, but I haven’t played enough, I haven’t visited many places, I haven’t done many things, I’m afraid I can’t continue to like you It's autumn in Karuizawa, which is quite sad. I really want to know what you were thinking when you read this letter, and how would you answer, daffodil? What is daffodil? I don't know Understood, let’s explain clearly next time.”

Start a new line.

"I'm going back to Tokyo. Actually, it's not far away, after all, Tokyo is so small. When you see this place, maybe I'm basking in the sun, staring at Tokyo Bay in a daze, it feels absolutely good, can you understand me? You must understand. I’ve written a lot, so let’s just write about it. There’s one more thing at the end. Do you remember when I asked you how you can see through lies? You said that you can see through what you say. Although I don't believe in such surreal things, but I'll take it seriously for once. Guess how much of what is written in the letter is a lie? Absolutely stupid, right? I am very happy when I think of your expression now, Makimura Taku is being played by me I'm so happy, you pretending to be deep! However, there is a saying that is true. I will remember your full name, Makimura Taku. Will you remember me?"

Start a new line.

"The most greedy girl in the world, Ai Hoshino."

The letter was very long, and the font was small and compact. After reading it, Taku Makimura read it again.

After reading it for the second time, he got up and took a sip of water. This time he drank all the water in the glass, but he still felt his throat was very dry.

It was raining outside the window, not as heavy as before, and the wind was a little less, and the bamboo forest was not so chaotic.

He sat by the desk lamp with the letter paper and read the letter a third time. After reading this time, he turned the letter over again, always feeling that there should be something written on the back, but there was nothing.

The handwriting on the letter disappeared as crisply as when she left, and the hair dryer was stored next to it, and there was still a little fragrance of Hoshino Ai's hair on it.

He folded the letter and put it in the book. The book flipped to the page that Ai Hoshino turned to last time. In the upper right corner, a line of small words was written with an erasable pencil:
The book is too difficult to understand, I want to read something simpler, little prince
A simple crying face was drawn on the back, without even a period.

Makimura Taku imagined her looking up at the bamboo forest in the night to write a letter, while sorting out everything. What kind of mood did she write such words, happy or sad?
He shook his head, picked up the cakes, knives and forks, candles, and gloves and threw them all into the trash can outside. When he came back, he picked up the sunflowers and tried to put them in the glass jars, but they didn't.

When holding the flower, he still felt that the flower was more than [-] grams anyway.

The photo below was glowing with white light, and he pinched it up to look carefully, as if the time had returned to yesterday afternoon, and they seemed to have just come out of Senju Hiroshi Art Museum, but this was impossible.

He stuffed everything related to Hoshino Ai into the drawer, and went out for dinner at noon.

There were a few people on the street, but they couldn't hear any conversations, only the rain was beating on the umbrella.

Back at the hotel, he watched a baseball game on TV for a while.

Team A led 10-[-] at first, and Team B led by two points after [-] minutes, which seemed to be a replay of the last time.

The applause from the audience became more and more ethereal. He felt a little sleepy, so he fell on the bed and fell asleep. When he woke up, it was around four o'clock in the afternoon, close to five o'clock.

The dawn was very subtle, the rain had stopped long ago, and water was falling from the eaves of the door, but the sound could not be heard through the glass.

He took out his mobile phone and listened to the nursery rhyme for a while. The song was playing to the end of "Dating", and the next song was "If You Can Shine".

He couldn't help but think of the few lines that Hoshino Ai sang on the train, they weren't particularly nice, but they were very attractive.

What is the girl doing now? She should be home. Tokyo is not small at all. After we parted, we should never see each other again.

During the journey, she always said that she was a very greedy person, but she didn't take anything with her when she left. This is indeed too bad, Taku Makimura thought.

She is a rare girl, cute, passionate, pure, but full of lies, as if lying is her survival instinct.

She didn't stay in the shadows, but she was like a huge shadow in her own right.

No matter from which point of view, she is thorough and needs to be saved.

There was no sunset that evening, the bamboo forest was drenched, the silence gradually eroded the desert, and night fell quietly.

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