Kazami Yuka placed a parasol in front of the hut he had built.

She is the one who takes care of the children at home today, and he went out for the food they liked.

Time has passed, and the unbelievable news that Kazami Yuka and him have concluded a marriage is no longer even a topic for after-dinner conversations.

After all, a long time has passed, so long that the children of the two are not young.

Yuka sat on a stone chair and whispered his story to the little girl leaning against her.

Today is the beginning of autumn, but the heat is still hard to get rid of, which is why she took out her parasol.

It's not the first time that his story has been told, but the green-haired little girl listens very carefully.

She also wants to find a man like her father in the future.

But having said that, in the face of Bai Mingqiu, who had not returned for a long time, she still lost her temper at Youxiang.

“… Really, Daddy is so slow. ”

Youxiang gently picked up the sunflower seeds in the fruit bowl and fed them to her daughter's mouth, and smiled gently: "Today, Dad is going to the flower field to pick a lot of sunflower seeds, and he has to go to the world to pick a big and sweet watermelon, you like to eat watermelon the most, right, then wait." ”

"Hmm... Since that's all said..."

The girl's cheeks puffed out with some dissatisfaction, and it looked like a bun.

The story came to an end, and the girl had fallen asleep sweetly on Yuxiang's body.

Youxiang gently stroked her daughter's somewhat messy hair, and her voice was soft: "Really, I obviously said that I would wait for my father to come back together." ”

The afternoon sun was a little scorching, and Yuxiang had to change the position of the parasol to prevent the scorching light from waking her daughter up. He changed seats with the little boy who was sitting on the other side reading a book.

"You can sleep if you're sleepy." Yuka touched his little head.

"Nope." The little boy shook his head, pointed to the book in his hand, and said with a smile, "I've almost finished thinking about this problem, I'm not too sleepy now, you just take good care of your sister." ”

If the daughter's character is half inherited from him and half from himself, then the son is completely a copy of him.

Whether it is the similarity between the eyebrows, the slightly scattered and pale hair, or the gentle character, or the sense of maturity beyond age.

"That's right." Yuxiang said softly, "Mom likes the little guy's hard work, but you should also pay attention to rest." ”

"Hmm." The little boy nodded, and continued to read the book.

One day passed without realizing it, and when Yuka noticed, it was already dark.

She gently lifted her daughter from her body to the chair, then stood up, and found a familiar figure in front of her.

Autumn is back.

"Autumn, welcome back." Fragrance joy.

"Well, Aoi, I'll ...... back"

His voice stopped abruptly, followed by a shrill creaking sound, like the hoarse grinding of an old record.

There is an extra crack on the daughter's body, and there is an extra crack on the son's body, even him.

It was like a shattered glass that was scattered all over the place, and the whole world was shattered.

The only thing left is the lord of the four seasons of flowers who has been standing with his head bowed.

"Why..."

She just muttered this sentence in her mouth, and she was the only one in the pavilion where the sunset was shining.

A deep gap slowly opened, and the sage Yakumo Zi stood in front of her.

Silence, dead silence, no one spoke.

Purple hesitated for a long time and spoke.

"Forget it."

"Nope."

"He's gone, and there's no way he'll come back."

"Nope."

"You..."Purple breath bitter.

There was silence between the two again.

After a long time, Purple turned around and walked into the unfathomable gap.

At the moment when the gap was about to close, Yuka reached out and ripped it open.

"Yuxiang, it's time for you to wake up." Purple didn't look back.

"You know, Cho told me that he's going to be back. Take all the family with us and we'll go anywhere together, as a family. ”

Youxiang gradually raised her head, her eyes as red as blood.

"Don't you believe him, Purple? Fengyue? ”

"Don't call me that."

Purple paused.

"Let him do it himself."

She no longer stays, disappears into the infinite depths.

Yuxiang was stunned, so bitter that she didn't know how to laugh, and sighed dejectedly.

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Write it by hand, you can make it up with your brain, but be sure not to have anything to do with the text and the extras, and reiterate.

This is a small collection about the four seasons, and today is autumn.