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Sariko sat up from the bed rubbing her sleepy eyes, her unkempt hair casually draped, and her little face was flushed with the characteristic of a child.

"Sarika, are you up?"

Mieko's voice came from outside the door, and Sariko immediately responded: "Get up, it'll be fine right away." ”

"Then quickly change into a yukata, it's already in the closet for you, and you'll wear it yourself, right? Need my help? “

Sariko shouted, "Don't treat me like a child, of course I'll wear a yukata or something!" ”

In the closet, a small white yukata is neatly folded, and the pure white soft fabric is decorated with a few cherry blossoms.

Yukata......

Click, snap, big tears fell out of Sarika's eyes.

This yukata was bought for her by her father.

Actually, Dad won't be coming back anymore.

Sariko patted her cheek: "Well, don't cry, be calm." Mieko loves to cry so much, she will cry when she sees you crying, and it's hard to feel better, and it will be troublesome to make her cry again. ”

"Well, that's it, smile."

"Okay, change into a yukata and get dressed up before you go out."

Outside, Mieko also changed into a solemn yukata.

The sacrifices had already been made, and they were all made by hand according to the taste of the husband during his lifetime. The handmade sushi is lightly scented, and the aroma of the incense in front of the shrine blends to create a flavor similar to that of Obon.

My daughter put on a yukata and walked out, and her small body was wrapped in an equally small and cute white yukata, and she would definitely be a beautiful girl when she grew up. I guess I wear a yukata when I get married, but only I can see it.

"Mieko?" Sariko asked, tilting her head.

"Ah, it's nothing, I was in a daze." Mieko came back to her senses and took her daughter's little hand, "Before you go out, eat breakfast first." “

"Today I specially made seaweed baked rice, and the miso soup is also delicious, so I want to eat to my heart's content."

……

When you go out of the house, the street is filled with the special aroma of incense sticks, and almost everyone is wearing a yukata.

The calm and mournful atmosphere echoed in the streets, sad but not sad, referring to this kind of time.

The life of a loved one or friend was given for the victory of the village, their death was great, and it was already the highest glory that one could call the deceased a hero without humility. Both the village and the neighborhood have expressed the highest respect for the family who suffered such an incident, and the grief of the deceased is enough to give the living some comfort.

There is no need to worry about life in the future, and each family has been treated well, which is enough to maintain a worry-free life of food and clothing for more than ten years. Whether it is a lonely elderly person or an ignorant child, they will be properly arranged and cared for, and each area has a special person in charge, and with the help of the surrounding neighbors, the future life is enough to live smoothly.

In this way, if you don't have to worry about your future life, you can simply remember the deceased. Reminiscing about the bits and pieces of their lives, calming their souls with tender words, soothing their souls with fragrant flowers and exquisite offerings, telling them not to worry about the living, that the living will continue to live and continue to live under their gaze.

"Everyone is wearing yukatas, it's amazing!"

Except on New Year's Day, Sariko rarely sees such a scene. Unlike the lively and festive New Year's celebrations, the atmosphere now is one that is not oppressive and calm.

"yes, yes." Mieko replied with a smile, leading Sariko in the direction of the memorial monument, and the direction of the others was also there, and the team marched in a slow, quiet manner.

Nearby, an old man in a solemn black yukata was leading a boy who was also wearing a black yukata walking slowly. Because he was very close, the old man nodded politely to Mieko, and Mieko returned the salute. There is no need to say anything, on such days, everyone's mood is the same.

Arriving at the cemetery where the memorial monument was placed, the two families took different paths.

Sariko waved lightly at the boy, who waved as well.

"Be strong."

"Well, yes, so do you."

Sometimes, children can do this with their eyes.

Mieko walked slowly in the cemetery with Sariko, black and white marble interlaced, looking solemn and sacred.

Below the memorial monuments, you can see people sobbing softly. Almost no one made a cry of pain, and it was irresponsible to cry like that on a day of mourning for the dead. The deceased in Heaven will feel uneasy when they hear the cries of their relatives and friends, and let them calm and feel at ease, which is what the living should do.

Pacing slowly, she finally found the memorial monument to which her husband belonged, and Mieko let out a soft sigh.

She stepped forward and gently stroked the familiar name on the memorial monument, remembering her husband's voice and appearance in her mind, tears falling from her eyes.

"Ah, yes, that's it."

"You must be careless, you, you're always so reckless, it's a little reassuring to let you be alone over there."

"I will protect Sariko, and I will be good myself, and you will be happy in heaven. I'll always give you sacrifices, even if you drink and smoke, you should quit drinking and smoking, and I'll help you quit this time. ”

"You, when Sariko gets married, if you can come, give me your dreams."

Sariko also clasped her hands together, and said silently in her heart: "Sariko already knows that Dad won't come back, what an irresponsible adult." ”

"I won't cry, I'm not going to cry, Daddy has left the responsibility, Sariko will take care of it, and I'll protect Mieko. Rest assured. ”

Mieko placed the delicate and small sacrifice in front of the memorial monument, attached a bouquet of flowers with dewdrops, and placed it under her husband's name.

Then she put a few bouquets of flowers and a few sacrifices next to her name, and folded her hands: "The one in my family, who has been taken care of by a few people in the kingdom of heaven, is a very good person, please." “

After lingering in front of the memorial monument for a while, Mieko took Sariko's hand: "Go home, make your favorite pork chop rice tonight, you should almost pick up your homework, and it will be bad if you can't keep up when school starts again." ”

Sariko nodded obediently.

Behind the two men, each name of the memorial monument is covered with flowers, some of which are the hearts of friends or relatives of the deceased, and some of which are condolences from people they have never met.

A quiet atmosphere flows through the cemetery.