Hoshimi carefully put the omamori in his pocket, pulled out a chair and sat across from him, reaching out to take the salad that the other man had pushed over.

Hoshimi Mikoto ate salad and remembered the oil splashed in the kitchen and the spring roll wrappers that disappeared in the refrigerator when she got home, and couldn't help asking, "Did you fry spring rolls in the morning?" ”

"Yes." Hoshimi nodded indifferently, stuffed a cherry tomato into his mouth, and then bit the cherry tomato and felt the juice splash on the tip of his tongue, and only after half a sound did he ask in a muffled voice, "What else does Mom want to ask?" Is there a single selection? ”

Hoshimi lowered his head, didn't notice that his mother's eyes suddenly widened in surprise, he just looked at the colorful food in the bowl with sour water in his stomach, sighed lightly and said slowly: "I didn't enter the selection team, and when I disclosed the lineup today, I asked the selection members to call my mother, I think my mother should already know." ”

Hoshimi looked up at her mother, who had returned to normal, with a clear face, "Will Mom be disappointed in me?" He returned to his mouth and swallowed again, picking up a piece of avocado and stuffing it into his mouth.

Hoshimi bit and swallowed the avocado, but his attention was all on his mother, holding his breath and paying attention to the other party's every move, even listening carefully to the frequency of his breathing.

"I haven't read the news yet, I've been a little busy lately." Hoshimi Mikoto didn't notice her daughter's nervousness and uneasiness, so she explained naturally, took two bites and thought for a while, and asked, "How is Miho doing at school lately?" Are you still used to joining the club when you finally join the club? I can't leave the tutoring thing behind, and I'm about to have spring break again. ”

"I see."

Hoshimi Mikoto looked at the top of her daughter's soft hair, and remembered that the sticky fine sweat when she reached out to touch the tip of her forehead just now was a little distressed, and finally couldn't help but say: "Do idol things, and rest when you feel tired." ”

Xingjian held the fork in his hand and crossed the air, and the piercing and shrill voice rushed into her ears, making her scalp tight, and she could only press the anxiety and grievances that kept pouring out in a panic, and popped out three words in a dull manner, "I'm not tired." ”

"Okay." After a pause, Mikoto Hoshimi opened her mouth and didn't say anything. The two silently ate a few more bites, and Hoshimi Mikoto's faint voice sounded again, and said with a smile and helplessness: "At this time, I still think, Miho is really my daughter." It is precisely because Miho is so similar to my mother that my mother will be worried, worried about whether my daughter will be strong. ”

"It's not recklessness. Didn't Mom say that? A lot of times, pretending to be real becomes real. It doesn't matter if it's strong, because as long as you keep pretending, you'll get stronger. Hoshimi couldn't help but cool down, the corners of his mouth were straight, but his voice became softer and softer, as thin as a mosquito's chirp.

"It's good not to be reckless." Hoshimi Mikoto didn't hear what her daughter said clearly, but after receiving the signal from her daughter, she began to enjoy the food with confidence, and Hoshimi Mikoto's long-term sensible performance blinded her eyes at the moment, making her hold her mobile phone to confirm work matters without raising her head, while chewing the salad and chewing it two or three times before swallowing.

Hoshimi retracted his awe-inspiring breath and focused his attention on the salad in front of him, and accompanied his mother to eat a diet meal and felt that there was no taste in his mouth at all, except for the salad dressing that he put a little more in the bowl with a shallow sour taste, Hoshimi only felt like a rabbit gnawing grass. She hid all her grumbling in her stomach, and patiently rummaged in the bowl with a small fork.

"Mom, no meat? Isn't there still steak and chicken breast in the fridge? Hoshimi looked aggrievedly at Mikoto Hoshimi, who was still paying attention to her phone, with a wrinkled face.

Hoshimi Mikoto put down her phone, glanced at the salad that her daughter was complaining about, and was puzzled: "I put the chicken breast, you look for it again, it may be buried underneath." ”

"No?" Hoshimi frowned and rummaged seriously, and finally found a strand of chicken silk in the crack, and the small fork almost couldn't be forked. Hoshimi carried a small fork, looked at the fork of chicken as thin as silk, glanced at his mother who did not respond, and silently put the chicken in his mouth and savored it, "Am I lonely?" ”

"It's good to eat some, you're still an idol, aren't you? I don't pay more attention to body management, do you think you're doing the right thing? Hoshimi Mikoto's eagle-like eyes swept over Hoshimi's rather surplus lower abdomen, making her inhale and suck her lower abdomen tightly, and she breathed a long sigh of relief when she saw her mother's eyes put back on her phone.

Hoshimi Mibu had just picked up the fork again and heard his mother say coldly: "Before you go to the studio tomorrow afternoon, remember to change your clothes in advance, don't wear a school uniform, you must know that you will go to "NYLON" tomorrow, not somewhere else." I'll let Okawa take care of you, and I'll look for him if you have anything. ”

"Got it, I'm full." Hoshimi didn't get up and put the bowl into the kitchen, and the sound of water sounded in the kitchen, blocking Hoshimi Mikoto's unfinished words.

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Hoshimi looked around, the gray room was airtight, there were no doors and windows, and there were dark gray walls on all sides, and just when she was at a loss, the walls began to approach her rapidly as she stood in the center.

The original gray wall turned into six broken mirrors in the blink of an eye, and Hoshimi saw countless of herself frozen in the mirror, and then countless of herself threw themselves out of the mirror, drowning her......

Hoshimi opened her eyes, beads of sweat wet the pillow, she moved her head from under the quilt, still looking frightened, and her hand holding the corner of the quilt trembled slightly.

There were books scattered around the bed, and the last page she saw when she was awake was still turned, Hoshimi clasped her forearms with her hands staggered, quietly waiting for the slight tremor of her body to slowly stop, and there was a glimmer of white light on the white page, seeping in through the crack in the door.

She lifted the quilt and got up, closed the pages and put them on the desk in front of the window, wiped the fine sweat from her neck and sideburns on her neck and forehead, and smiled self-deprecatingly at the dark scenery outside the curtains.

Hoshimi opened the door and went straight to the bar, the light in the study was still bright, the door was lightly closed, and through the crack in the door, Hoshimi saw his mother staring at the computer screen with glasses seriously, and all kinds of information on the desktop were scattered.

Hoshimi couldn't help but lighten his movements, walked to the bar to pour water, remembered something, took out milk from the refrigerator and poured it into the milk cup, put it in the microwave for half a minute, and walked into the study with two glasses of milk.

"It's late." Hoshimi put the milk in the study, the only pure land that still survived, on the small coffee table.

Hoshimi Mikoto stared at her daughter with wide eyes in surprise, turned to the computer screen to confirm the time, and asked worriedly, "Why haven't you slept yet?" I'm going to school in a few hours. ”

"I've already slept and gotten up to go to the toilet and have a glass of water. Mom should go to bed early, you know, there are still a few hours to go to work. With that, Hoshimi put down the cup and left the study without waiting for his mother's response, and when he closed the door, the corners of his mouth froze, and he sighed helplessly and walked back to his room.

She didn't go back to bed immediately, but went to the desk, took out a small book from the drawer and turned to a new page, the tip of the pen slid on the page, and a second before throwing the pen back into the pen holder, Hoshimi heard the sound of the light turning off in the study outside the door, and then her mother's footsteps gradually appeared and disappeared, she smiled loosely, got up and jumped on the bed, and buried her head back in the quilt to welcome the new day.

The evening breeze is blowing, the curtains are swaying, and the pages are silvery-white by the moonlight, and a corner is proudly cocked under the support of the evening breeze, and a short line of words is written on it:

"03:52, I'm not reconciled."