Although he was very reluctant, under the last time limit of entering the kindergarten campus and the "inhumane" suppression of the kindergarten teacher, Shangjo finally said goodbye to Xiao Wei with tears. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The father and daughter were thus blocked at both ends of the cold and dark iron gate.

At this time, it is better not to see each other, and all nostalgia can only turn into a futile sigh after all......

Okay, it's time to prepare the lunchbox for the daughters at noon, although it is just the ingredients bought at a large convenience store on the way, but both the quality and the combination are carefully selected by the upper strip, and by the way, I have always got a small discount.

(Amount...... Well, if that's fine, let's move on. ）

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"Ka. "Before the door was opened, the Rada reacted.

However, hearing from the footsteps that it was Shangjo, Radha stopped moving and continued to lie in the yard basking in the sun.

"I'm back, Rada. ”

Sure enough, after a while, Kamijo squeezed into the outer door with two large bags in both hands.

"Ka. As always, he answered, and then watched as Kamijo continued to squeeze into the door and walked into the hallway.

Click~

The door closes.

"Ka~~~" stretched out, Radha stretched out his paw and scratched his yellow hair, then turned over and lay on his back.

。。。。。。。。。

"Al, I'm back!" shouted from the super room, and Kamijo put aside the full ingredients in his hands, rubbing his shoes down with his feet. "Today's children are ...... too Very ......"

Al?

The words on the side of the mouth suddenly stuck the master.,It's not so much the mouth.,It's better to say that the entire body and soul are stuck at this moment.。

Al is...... Who?

!!!

In a flash of inspiration, I didn't think of anything, but there seemed to be a vicious bug in my brain that began to tear desperately!

"Gashh!!!!!!h

The person who made it screamed with unknown meaning, and the four whole people holding their heads in their hands smashed on the steps of the entrance.

But the pain in the brain still completely covered the pain of the body, and it couldn't be pulled away or smashed, as if it was about to force him to faint immediately!

Kamijo was horrified.

Not because of the pain, but because of the obvious feeling that I had forgotten something extremely important.

- "Don't ...... Don't ......"

Boom !! Boom !! Boom!!

Actively, Kamijo slammed his brain against the floor, just to force himself to stay awake.

But how can "this level of stimulation" alone shake the distortion that penetrates deep into the brain.

- "Don't ...... Don't remember!"

"Quack!!Quack!!Quack!!...... "Al!!!Al!!Al!......

At this time, even the sound of hope is an incomparable luxury, but the fear of forgetting makes Shangjo dare not have any trace of relaxation.

Curled up and twisted his body, his nails digging deep into his scalp as if they were about to tear his skull, and his forehead became bloody and blurry in a short period of time

Even if it is such a top, there is ecstasy in my heart

The familiar voice, even more illusory than a mirage;

The familiar white clothes, even if they are more hollow than the mirror;

The expectant countenance, even more blurry than the vast twilight.

However, Kamijo remembered a little, even if it was just an obscure clue.

Knock, knock, knock, pop, click.......

Messy, crawling, rolling, bumping, bouncing......

At a distance of less than 15 meters, the upper strip was unusually tragically "destroyed" the walkway

Even movement can only rely on the last remaining instinct - the sharp pain in the brain has sublimated to the level of tearing, shredding, and **soul after that flash of inspiration, and there is no other resistance, but it seems that the whole world is blocking the action of the upper bar.

Boom !!

The third time, no, it was already the fourth, and Uejo's body finally crashed open his door with this pitiful hit rate.

Boom!!!

This time, I was lucky, and the upper strip that rolled into the room collapsed directly into the bookshelf and was buried between the bookshelf and the scattered mountain of books.

“！！！！！！”

The pain of the soul spreads through the whole body, and at this moment, can you understand the feeling that even making a sound is a miracle?

No, no, no, it's better to say that not dying under such senses is a miracle in itself.

So let's look at the second miracle:

Kamijo's fingers were incredibly strong enough to grab a copy of the book in his hand...... Album - from the gap in the inexplicable bookshelf.

Hum――――

Burning, the soul that has been "amputated" ignites a different burning sensation, the senses or something, it is no longer useful.

But

Paralyzed ...... The only remaining right eye is open, and the only remaining right index finger picks open the cover of the album.

The first photo

Those were two people in love

Above, as well as ......

！！！！！！！！！！！！！！！！！！！！！！！！！！！！！

Al......al

Kamijo regained some of his ability to "think".

It's just that

Burning, this time the real "only" attached to the album.

“......”

I can't fluctuate my emotions, I can't let my eyelids down, and if I think of the word "hopeless", it's also a great state at the moment......

and

A little bit, peeling off, sealed in the last memory, a memory of a certain existence

Of course, the stripping is also in retrospect

The first time we met, it was the beginning of a very cliché......

The first time I helped, but I didn't want to be so uncommon-sense......

Is it natural to be arrogant in the first panic......

The first time I stopped it, I was called a "monster", I was sad......

The first concern, the real "strong" is actually ......

The first joy, the first impulse, the first trouble, the first anger, the first ........................................

。。。。。。。。。

Nope.

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"Hmm......"

With a whisper coming out of his mouth, Kamijo rose from his slumber and from the floor of the hallway.

"Too sleepy?" Kamijo scratched his head in confusion.

It's like going back in time, whether it's the miserable Kamijo, the hallway, or the room, it's all the perfect appearance when Kamijo just came in—although, Kamijo can't know.

"Still sick?" guessed Kamijo.

Because, the tears can't be stopped.

Smack!

He patted his cheek and took a deep breath.

"Hurry up, or the daughters' lunches will be too late." With an ugly smile that he didn't even know, Kamijo walked to the kitchen with the ingredients.

"Well, the old rule, the dome's bento should be done at the end, otherwise it will be cold if you accidentally fall asleep, and there must be enough aroma to attract attention, then, first of all, it is a small music, and it is not good to be burned so urgently......"

Wiped away tears.

It's strange, this disease is so bad, even sad feelings can come out inexplicably.

"No, no, this can't be delayed, it's already this time......"