Even a fish will swim forward with all its might when it feels a crisis, let alone a human.

Like a blind man who couldn't see the direction, Hoshimi ran forward desperately, even she didn't know where to run again, and by the time she reacted, she was already crouching in front of a room on the third floor of the old apartment.

The apartment had been ownerless for a long time, the iron handle on the wooden door had rusted off the paint, and even the keyhole was covered with vermilion rust stains, and after being grabbed by Hoshimi's hand, a desolate red mark was drawn on the palm of her hand, and she rubbed the stain vigorously, breaking the wound that had already been scarred again, and blood began to seep out, and the vermilion dirt stained the broken skin wound.

The rain dripped down the fine hair on the tip of Hoshimi's forehead and fell into her palm, so hot that it hurt, and she clenched her palm and stopped caring about the scar. The eyes were inexplicably red, and Hoshimi never knew that he was extraordinarily fragile, and his eyes would cry when he was fascinated by a little rain.

She was slumped against the cold floor, and the low wall on the hallway side of the old-fashioned apartment was just over a meter high, and there was no way to stop the rain that was wet her cheeks in the wind. There were originally two voice-activated lights in the dark hallway, but they seemed to be broken, and only a faint point of light flickered again.

Hoshimi thought that her memories of her childhood should be vague or trivial, but she didn't expect that she would be able to run all the way to the old apartment, the apartment where there were brief memories of a family of three, but her father died very early, so early that she only vaguely remembered that the other party opened the apartment door and squatted down in the entrance and shouted, 'Miho, hug Dad!' 's vague outline.

It's a hidden corner of Tokyo, perfect for dreaming people in Kyoto as a base for pursuing their dreams, and the smooth edges of the stairs have a unique taste of urban hustle and bustle.

There are no high-end apartment managers to serve the residents, only the occasional landlord and the frequent repairman. Hoshimi remembers a musty smell in the air, a smell that laundry detergent can't wash off, because the apartment is so old that pipes are always bursting.

People here don't have the ability to use private cars except for the crowded subway and the clattering bicycles, so she used to like to drag the neighbor's aunt to stand under the first street lamp in the alley in front of the apartment after dinner, when her mother would ride the squeaky bicycle in the dim light on time, and when she passed the last corner, she would silently ring the bell to tell her that her mother was back.

Then she would be carried into the little chair in the back seat, which her mother had prepared for her in kindergarten, and although it hardly really came in handy when she was out of school, she had fallen asleep peacefully with her tired little head on her mother's ever-straight back, and then opened her eyes to the bright little sun of the next day.

She and her mother drifted around the city, drifting into a high-end apartment, stepping into a school that others envied, and then the floors went up, and she could see more and more from the glass window of her mother's office.

"Who's there!" A vigilant female voice suddenly sounded from Hoshimi's side, and she lifted her head buried between her knees, but was almost stabbed in the eye by the sudden bright light.

“Miho？！”

The familiar female voice awakened Hoshimi's consciousness, and the blinding white light turned her head to shine on the painted wall covered with her miserable white shadow, driving her shadow into a ball and disappearing.

Hoshimi raised his hand to cover his eyes, and only saw a blurred white shadow through his fingers, and he could only subconsciously shout in a familiar voice: "Nanamin? ”

Hashimoto breathed a sigh of relief after confirming the identity of the black shadow, and quickly approached and asked, "Why is Miho here?" She worriedly noticed that Hoshimi's soaked single clothes were sticking to Hoshimi's body, and Hoshimi's whole person looked as if he had just been fished out of the water, and his face was bloodless.

"Why are you soaking wet?" Hashimoto quickly squatted down and reached out to put it on Hoshimi's forehead, "Fortunately, it's not hot, let's take a bath and change clothes first!" ”

"Where?" Hoshimi looked up at Hashimoto blankly, his wet eyes like a discarded milk dog at the entrance of the alley.

"You're all sitting at my door, and you're still asking me where I'm in?" Hashimoto looked at her amusefully and pointed to the door beside Hoshimi.

Hoshimi's originally arched leg shrank inward again, pressed his bleeding palm to the ground to cover it, and said blankly, "But this is my family, my mother won't sell this apartment." Doesn't she even want this place? She leaned her head against the wooden door behind her and muttered in a low voice.

Hashimoto didn't know what happened to Hoshimi, but he couldn't stand the other party's depressed appearance, so he reached out and grabbed Hoshimi's forearm directly, and forcibly lifted her up, "You sober up, it's not this behind you, it's this!" Stand up straight. ”

Hashimoto took out the key to open the door next door, and shouted angrily at Hoshimi, who was still hanging his head, but the next second he realized that the other party was not his younger brother, and softened his voice and soothed: "Hurry up and go in the shower, I'll get you clothes." ”

"Oh. I am hungry. Hoshimi held her stomach and stared at Hashimoto in a daze, because of the unilateral quarrel with her mother, she only ate a few slices of bread in the morning and a few citrus pet biscuits from morning to night, and now she was already dizzy and weak from hunger, and she could only rely on perseverance to drag her heavy limbs.

Hashimoto looked at Hoshimi dragging and was a little anxious, and began to drive her into the bathroom, helping to adjust the water heater to put hot water, and did not forget to say: "Hurry up and take off your wet clothes, you go to the bath first, and I'll cook something for you to eat." ”

Hashimoto noticed that Hoshimi's hand trembled and unbuttoned a few sporadic buttons on her shirt, and she couldn't unscrew one of them for a long time, so she reluctantly threw down the work in her hand and got up to help her unbutton.

Hashimoto's hand touched the back of Hoshimi's cold hand, cold like an ice cube just taken out of the refrigerator, and he couldn't help but feel a little anxious, a few buttons were rare Hashimoto's nose began to sweat finely, and Hoshimi's hair also dripped rain on the back of Hashimoto's hand, disturbing her.

Hoshimi noticed that Hashimoto seemed to be a little angry, and hurriedly said, "I'll just come." ”

Hashimoto rarely has a small temperament, quite a button on the bar, and he still can't help but say with concern: "It's okay soon, is it low blood sugar again, my hands are shaking, I'll look for if there is any sugar at home or something for you." ”

Hoshimi, who was taken care of by Hashimoto as a child, suddenly felt numb, and began to wonder if he was really incapable of taking care of people, and the fingers that were raised just now brushed the back of Hashimoto's hand and fell to the sides, Hashimoto looked up at Hoshimi's eyes and his heart tightened, and he suddenly felt a little overwhelmed, and he could only answer the current problem by instinct, let go of his hand and said to Hoshimi: "I can't untie it, it seems that only you can deal with it yourself, take off the bath cleanly, don't lock the door, I'll bring the clothes and sugar for you in a while." ”

As soon as the words ended, Hashimoto saw the glint in Hoshimi's eyes, and knew that he had guessed correctly, so he couldn't help but sigh secretly, "Miho has always been the same person as me." ’