I push the child!

Chapter 16 16. If we can meet again
In the next few days, Makimura Taku did not return to Tokyo immediately, but continued to stay outside to relax according to the original plan, and planned to go back to find a job when spring came.

Although Hoshino Ai left, and left so suddenly, she didn't even leave a contact information.

But in the end, he was just someone she met by chance on the train.

Encounters and partings happen from time to time, and Mucun Taku, who has been used to loneliness since he was a child, has long understood this.

Even so, it took him a while to adjust to the transition from going out as two to traveling alone.

On the night of November [-]th, Mucuntuo sat by the desk lamp and read a book for a while, and then looked at the bamboo leaves outside the door, watching them fall inch by inch at the junction of light and darkness.

There was a cooing sound outside the window. I couldn't tell what kind of animal it was, but the sound conveyed a certain quietness to the air.

He closed the book, closed the windows, exercised in the room, took a shower, and fell asleep on the bed.

On November [-]th, he got up at eight o'clock and slept deeply last night, as if something was pressing on his head.

After brushing his teeth and waking up with a wet towel, he went for a run outside the hotel.

The morning sun climbed up from the forest little by little, and the white lights on the tree trunks were like a painter's pen engraving on them, and the brightness was a bit unreal.

As he ran, he took a big breath of fresh air.

Several people were whizzing past on the driveway on bicycles, but the bells were not as pleasant as the ones he heard on the first day he arrived in Karuizawa.

Two girls in sportswear and calf socks were also running, breathing very clearly, and one of them was playing Miyuki Nakajima's "Riding on the Back of a Silver Dragon" on her mobile phone.

The singing of birds came from the branches several meters high, like cuckoos, turtledoves or crows.

Even though Makimura Taku had been running on the road at a certain speed, the sound of the bird could still be heard.

Back at the hotel, he took a shower, changed into clean clothes, and went to the bookstore to read.

A mother in her thirties was picking out books with her children. Someone used a small cart to transport a new batch of books into the bookstore. The girl at the front desk told the person to put them in the warehouse and thanked him. With a sound.

Mucuntuo walked in, the girl glanced in Mucuntuo's direction, and then quickly looked away, as if she was afraid of being discovered, but Mucuntuo didn't care much.

He passed a stubble-grown uncle, went to the literary reading area, and found Murasaki Shikibu's "The Tale of Genji" according to the order of the fifty syllables, and it was noon when he saw it.

When leaving the bookstore, a 15-year-old girl asked her companion if she wanted to buy "The Little Prince" and "The Moon and Sixpence" so that they could read them interchangeably, and the other girl said no problem.

Mucuntuo subconsciously glanced at the two of them, turned and left.

At twelve o'clock at noon, he went to the shop outside to have lunch on time, a curry chicken wing rice bowl, and a cup of latte coffee.

The taste of the donburi was not very good, and the coffee was also very average. It may be that he had no appetite, so he barely finished it in the end.

Walking out of the store, it was not until one o'clock, but the sunlight above his head had disappeared.

The surrounding sky wasn't exactly dark, at least it didn't look like it was going to rain, but it always felt like everything in sight was dirty.

He walked forward aimlessly, turned right at two crossroads, and unknowingly walked onto the stone bridge that he and Ai Hoshino crossed together for the last time.

The street lights were not on, there were no shadows on the ground, the wind could not even blow the small flags on the bridge, the river flowed mechanically under the bridge, the grass was bent into the mud, and the sparrows were unwilling to fall to the ground.

Every scene looked like a dead thing, lifeless at all.

Unable to think of where to go, Makimura Taku went around to the pet store to play with the cat for a while, the cat meowed like a baby learning to speak.

The store manager is not in the store, a young girl is helping to look after the store, probably the store manager's daughter or something.

She specifically introduced various cat breeds to Mucuntuo, such as tabby cats, British shorthair cats, three-colored cats, and puppet cats. Mucuntuo nodded while listening.

When leaving the store, the girl asked Makimura Taku if he was here for a trip, how long he would be staying, and if he was interested in coming to play with cats often. He simply answered, said no problem, and left.

Standing on the side of the street, Mucuntuo looked around, always feeling that all kinds of things around him were running numbly according to a certain established program:

Women in their thirties carried shopping bags while talking and walking, and their thick platform shoes or high-heeled shoes made an unusually loud thumping sound when they stepped on the ground.

Schoolgirls and girls in school uniform chat about a new game release or Sofina's beauty products.

Elderly elders are walking, while children are chasing each other noisily.

Soujiro's "Forever Together" came out from some store, and the singing sound was slightly like floating on the clouds.

Is it the same as the scene seen in the past?Thinking of this, Makimura Taku sighed.

Looking ahead, he seemed to see Hoshino Ai in a skirt turning around and smiling at him in a daze, but the smile was gone after all.What the hell is this.

In the evening, Makimura ate some oden at the convenience store and bought a bottle of MAX coffee. The coffee tasted very good.

After returning to the hotel, he watched the news and the weather forecast for tomorrow.

Tokyo is basically sunny, but Karuizawa will be cloudy for about three consecutive days, which is really annoying.

After turning off the TV, the sky outside became dark. Takumi Makimura turned on the light, and took "The Great Gatsby" out of his bag.

He didn't read the book, but unfolded the letter inside again.

He had read the letter many times, but every time he read it, he felt that something was missing.

He felt that the letter ended too simply, as if it stopped abruptly somewhere, almost like cutting the phone line of a landline suddenly.

This is a very subtle feeling. I always feel that there should be a long memory behind every sentence in the letter, but there is nothing, which makes people feel uncomfortable.

After reading the letter this time, he picked up his pen and prepared to write something, as if only putting the thoughts in his mind into words could calm him down.

He looked at the quiet twilight, as if he wanted to pick out every bamboo to look at it, and finally buried his head and wrote:

Hello, Ai Hoshino, I will always remember your name.

After this sentence, I probably want to write about the sunset, the moonlight, the maple leaves in autumn, and the white snow in winter, but I didn’t write it in the end.

Without the address of the other party, this is just a letter that cannot be delivered.

Forget it, Makimura Taku thought, he crumpled up the paper on which he had just written, and received all the things about Ai Hoshino - letters, sunflowers.

What else is there, except for the light memories, it seems that there are not many things left behind.

He threw them all away.

In fact, the photos should be lost. He felt that he couldn't carry this kind of thing and continue to maintain a relaxed state. It would always be a little sad.

If it's sad, doesn't it run counter to the purpose of traveling?

He hesitated holding the photo, and finally put it back on the table.

At ten o'clock, Mu Cuntuo was about to go to bed, so he turned off the desk lamp.

The lingering twilight brightened the photo for a while, as if it had been illuminated by moonlight, but there wasn't even a moon tonight.

Early the next morning, he threw everything in the trash can outside.

　Thank you for your rewards, monthly tickets, and recommended tickets.

　　I saw a lot of people mentioning the issue of updating. How should I put it, I am not full-time, so it’s okay. The main reason is that this month is relatively busy, and I am afraid that I will write wrong, so the update is a bit small. I want to update more when I have time. Others Questions will not be answered.

　　—— Miko

　　
　
(End of this chapter)