Hashimoto listened to her words in a daze, and didn't hear her last soft emotion clearly, so he could only ask again: "What did you just say?" ”

Hoshimi propped his hands on the edge of the stool, no longer shook his head, raised his head and repeated seriously: "I said, the moon, it's beautiful." ”

Hashimoto raised his forehead, and finally added: "It's said that there is no moon." ”

Hoshimi wrinkled his little face and retorted dissatisfiedly, "That means that only a romantic person like me can see it, reflect on it, Nanamin." ”

Hashimoto reached out and rubbed Hoshimi's head, looked at her messy hair and sneered, "I don't think childishness is romantic like some little kids." ”

Hoshimi didn't refute, just stared at the sky earnestly with Hashimoto's palm, and the familiar and expectant bicycle bell sounded in his ears, which began to ring softly from the corner of the alley, and then creaked across the vomiting path.

Hoshimi looked at the puddle of water on the balcony floor, which did not reflect the moon, but printed the gray light of the balcony, and the ceiling was swayed by the wind, and she said seriously: "I hope that I will never grow up in my life." ”

Hashimoto's hand on top of her head gently pushed forward, causing Hoshimi's upper body to pounce slightly. Hashimoto looked at her, mercilessly killed her rare longing, and said, "People will always grow up, and no one can be a child for a lifetime." ”

Hoshimi stood up again with a confident face and said, "Asuka Saito once said to me that there is always something to look forward to, and if God falls asleep one day, the unlucky ones can also be lucky. Her hand subconsciously reached for her pocket, but she remembered that she hadn't brought her purse out at all, let alone the red omamori that was tucked in it, and smiled self-deprecatingly because of her stupid appearance.

Hashimoto nodded after hearing this, and unexpectedly changed his tone and encouraged, "Then be a child." She prayed to herself: Please also take my share and be a teenager who has not grown up.

"I will." Hoshimi looked up at Hashimoto seriously, "I've surrendered, it's really too difficult for me to be a mature and steady adult, so let's go back to being that tiger-headed fool who runs around and causes trouble." ”

Hashimoto looked at her intently, seeing that there was no more loss on her face that had accompanied her for a day, only a relieved face, patted her shoulder with reassurance, and said, "A word of caution, it's barely okay to run around, but it's not okay to get into trouble." ”

There seemed to be a tough warning on his lips, but Hoshimi noticed the trust in Hashimoto's tone, smiled, and nodded heavily, "I've been involved in scandals recently, and I don't dare to cause trouble anymore." She waved her hand in fear.

"But I'm still thankful for Nanamin, I really should talk to my mom."

Seeing the complicated look flashing in Hoshimi's eyes, Hashimoto went back to the house and moved a chair to sit next to Hoshimi, waiting earnestly for her next words, "Say it, I'm listening." ”

Hoshimi, who was sitting on the stool, was a little shorter than Hashimoto, she leaned on Hashimoto's body, put a hand on Hashimoto's knee and gently pressed her, for fear that the other party would not be satisfied, so she got up and left, and then slowly plucked up her courage and said, "Nanami Min should be angry if she knew," she smiled bitterly before continuing: "I should have been eliminated on the day of the Nogizaka audition, and I was left behind because of my mother." ”

Hoshimi cautiously looked up to observe Hashimoto's expression for a second, noticing that her frowning brows did not dare to speak again.

The expected accusation or comfort did not appear, Hashimoto remembered the brief meeting with Mikoto Hoshimi in the evening, the umbrella and wet shoes left outside the door, and the back that was still erect when the other party left, and asked inexplicably, "Are Miho sure this thing is real?" ”

Hoshimi, who was questioned, was stunned for a few seconds, nodded uncertainly, and added as if self-hypnosis: "Of course, otherwise how could I be selected, and I don't have anything extraordinary." ”

Hashimoto noticed her somewhat indistinct tail note and asked, "Is this Miho's guess?" If yes, I suggest that Miho can communicate with Auntie. ”

Hoshimi quickly refused: "She is so good at admitting this kind of thing, and she is so proud of ......"

Hashimoto shook his head calmly, looked at Hoshimi, whose face was covered with anxiety and hesitation, and said, "So proud people would do such a thing. ”

Hoshimi immediately retracted the explanations that were about to be exported, those self-righteous explanations, and his pupils opened slightly and returned to their original state in the next second. As if to repair the foundation of her heart, which was constantly crumbling due to the tremors, she quickly added: "She still ......"

She thought that although her mother was usually tough, she would notify herself in advance after making a decision, and she didn't know where to reconstruct her memories for a while, the chain in her mind seemed to suddenly break, and the fragmented memories were like a scrambled puzzle that suddenly lacked the most critical piece.

Hoshimi suddenly remembered the flashpoint of today's contradictions, those documents that were crumpled into paper balls and discarded, and remembered that his mother anxiously pulled himself to explain in the afternoon, and his heart sank, and his fingers were clenched uneasily, and Hashimoto, who was hugged by her knee, saw it very clearly, and sighed secretly.

Hashimoto gently hugged Hoshimi and said, "Let's have a good communication with my aunt after the recording is finished tomorrow." ”

Hoshimi nodded, but her heart was in a mess, and countless fragments of memories that had once made her feel depressed rolled in her mind, like rough waves, coming to her in waves, she once thought that she was a swimming fish forced to live at the bottom of the sea, and she had no strength but to be afraid of the waves, entangled by the seaweed, and separated from the fish.

But now that she recalls, she never opened her heart to the fish, she just swam desperately with the fish, did not spit out her signal to her teammates, and left the team on her own when she was tired.

"So there's really a moon tonight." Hashimoto patted Hoshimi, looked at the moon with half of her face mischievously showing above their heads, and smiled silently as he looked up at Hoshimi, who looked up in a daze following her instructions.

"Okay, little kid, move your stool back, let's go to record the show together early tomorrow morning, your clothes should be dry tomorrow, rest early tonight."

Hoshimi raised his head and clenched his fists, looked at the moon in the sky from the gap in his fists, and replied obediently as if he was looking at a kaleidoscope, and then got up and picked up the stool.

Before entering the house, she suddenly felt a strange sight behind her, and the special sixth sense she had cultivated over the years made her feel as if she was being captured by the camera, and subconsciously looked back, but she could only see the dark night in her eyes.

Hashimoto looked back at her abnormal appearance and asked aloud, "What's wrong?" ”

Hoshimi shook his head and replied, "It's okay, it seems to be dazzling." Although she said this, her afterglow was still extremely vigilant.