The tram slowly approached the platform, and the chime sounded from the horn, piercing the quiet air between the two sitting side by side.

"See you tomorrow." Hoshimi snapped his fingertips and handed the can of juice to Asuka Saito, who was waiting beside him, and then looked around to help her check if there was anything missing.

Saito walked to the train door with a can on his chest, and the door slowly opened, and Hoshimi's reflection on the car window was pulled open and slowly disappeared into Saito's eyes.

She suddenly turned around, quickly took the red object from the outermost pocket of her backpack with her other hand and threw it at Hoshimi, who was standing there waving at her.

“miho！”

"Huh?" Hoshimi caught the small object thrown by Saito with both hands in a panic, and when he spread it out in his hand, he realized that it was a red omamori, and there was a cute beckoning cat hanging underneath, and the omamori had 'traffic safety' and Nogi Shrine written on it.

When she looked up at Saito again with a puzzled expression, she only caught the rectangular back of the train slowly shrinking into a small dot, and the next white point of light was swallowed whole.

Hoshimi pinched the red omamori in his hand and couldn't help but smile, the sign on the omamori told her that Saito secretly bought it when he prayed for blessings at the beginning of the year, and it seemed that the blessing of 'traffic safety' was what the group needed the most.

The beckoning cat has a cute little bell on its tail, followed by a pinch of red tassels, which are soft and soft in Hoshimi's palm, like a bird's feather, gently and softly tickling people's hearts.

"What the hell?" Hoshimi bit his lower lip lightly, but still couldn't stop the smile overflowing from the corner of his mouth, shook his head, and was about to hang it on the zipper of the backpack for a while, and silently put it into the mezzanine inside the backpack and put it together with the wallet.

Hoshimi got up and walked to her platform, her eyes fixed on the screen of her phone, and the email she sent to Saito was only two short words, 'Thank you.' ’

Saito also replied indifferently as she expected: I'm tired, don't bother me. Looking at the familiar style of painting, Hoshimi felt rare and friendly and natural, and it was rare to want to harass the other party, so he split a simple sentence into one word and distributed it to her, thinking that Asuka might be angry and puffed up his cheeks and laughed unconsciously.

The scenery outside the car window quickly crossed the long lines that were stretched into colorful lines, and Hoshimi put down his phone and let his hands hang limply on his knees.

The carriage was exceptionally quiet and not crowded, and people sat in a row without disturbing each other, giving Hoshimi enough room to think wildly.

Hoshimi's favorite means of transportation when she was a child were trains and subways, because of her mother's busy work, she was often entrusted to the care of neighbors, and then in the evening by neighbors to the station to hand over to her mother, making her feel like goods that were constantly being transferred, from one house to another. So much so that the first gift she asked her mother for after she went to middle school was a bicycle, not because of anything else, but because she could control the location and direction of her progress while riding on the bicycle, and was no longer confused and dragged to unfamiliar places.

Hoshimi watched as the colored lines outside the car window gradually dimmed, and black gradually replaced other colors and covered the glass window, and even the light of her glowing dark eyes was taken over by black.

Hoshimi began to be afraid of the arrival of the train, of going home, of not having to turn on the lights in the entrance when she got home, of her mother asking her about today, and of being so scared that she clumsily rubbed the edge of her phone, leaving wet finger marks.

When she seemed to be scared of everything, she was afraid of the blog that was going to be updated at night, and the fear was like the sea flooding her consciousness, and she only felt that her movements had become sluggish.

She took out the aluminum box from her pocket in a panic, didn't care how many mints fell out of her palm, and stuffed them all into her mouth in one breath, no longer a refreshing mint taste, too much mint candy put the bitterness to the maximum, and smeared it on the entire tongue coating, the pain of stinging and lala, and naked bitterness.

The bell at the station stopped Hoshimi from spitting out the candy, Hoshimi lowered his head and grabbed the backpack strap and walked out of the carriage quickly, the empty carriage was stuffy like a white room that had been spent in the afternoon, and the bell at the station was also heard by her as the sound of the banana man reading the list, and then one by one the figures ran in front of her, leaving only the back in the distance, her feet were glued to the floor covered with white tiles, unable to move, she could only see her own same gray-white reflection, and even the tears were grabbed by her hard and did not dare to release them easily.

Hoshimi found that her body seemed to remember the way home more clearly than her brain, and in a trance she walked into the cramped elevator hall, the golden apartment hall dazzled her eyes, the elevator doors closed, and her embarrassed reflection all around, leaving her fragility nowhere to hide.

The elevator door opened, Hoshimi rushed out, the pure white door was cold handle, she took out the key and wiped the keychain again and again for a long time and couldn't open the door, and the key was finally inserted in her panic, but before she twisted the door, she fell backwards with her hand holding the key.

The door was opened by Mikoto Hoshimi, who held the key that had fallen off and stared blankly at her capable mother.

"Why have you been at the door for so long?" Hoshimi Mikoto asked with a frown. Her long hair was neatly coiled behind her head, and the sleeves of her white shirt were rolled up to reveal her forearms, which were still stuck with water droplets.

"No, maybe I'm too tired today and some of them are dizzy, so I haven't opened the door." Hoshimi replied with a slight sweat oozing from his back.

Seeing her daughter's unusual appearance, Mikoto Hoshimi reached out and put her hand on her forehead worriedly, "No fever, sweating?" ”

Mikoto Hoshimi looked down at her daughter closely, her fingers lifted her bangs, revealing her smooth and full forehead, and wiping off the excess sweat beads on her forehead, "Don't run so fast when you go home, it's easy to get sick when you sweat at the turn of the seasons, you know?" ”

Hoshimi Mikoto cared about her daughter softly, and naturally stretched out her hand to take the backpack behind her daughter, and was dodged by Hoshimi in the next second.

"It's okay Mom, I'll put something in there first." Hoshimi didn't step by grabbing the shoulder straps with both hands, bowed his head through his mother's armpits, walked directly into the hallway, kicked his shoes down quickly, and thought that his mother was standing behind him, and then he was skillful in the shoe cabinet in the room, and then ran to the room again.

Opening the door, Hoshimi threw himself on the bed, buried his head deep in the clean quilt and inhaled, the gentle smell of laundry detergent filled the tip of his nose, which was an aroma that Hoshimi would not be allergic to.

Feeling as if her body had a little more strength, she slowly got up on the bed, and took the lead in taking out the red omamori from the mezzanine of the backpack, Hoshimi looked around, threw the backpack onto the bookcase, and gently held the omamori out of the room, shouting at her mother, who likes to be busy in the kitchen recently, "Mom! Do you still have the glass display box that someone else gave a gift to? ”

Mikoto Hoshimi walked out with two bowls of simple vegetable salad and asked curiously, "What do you want that for?" ”

"Loading things." Hoshimi showed her the red omamori in his hand, and curled the corners of his mouth for the first time after returning home.

"Yo? Don't you don't believe that? The omamori will only be useful if he stays on his body. Hoshimi Mikoto pulled out a chair and sat down, propped up her chin and looked at the smiling Hoshimi and asked jokingly, "You didn't buy it, you have to carry it well if someone else gave it, otherwise your friends will be sad." ”

"I know, I'm just afraid of getting dirty." Hoshimi carefully touched the red spikelets hanging from the omamori, worrying that he would spare no effort to drill out of his eyes.

Hoshimi Mikoto smiled and looked at her daughter's troubled appearance, and seriously affirmed, "Our family Miho will definitely protect it, won't it?" ”

"Well, okay." Hoshimi thought for two seconds and decisively held the omamori back in the palm of his hand, deciding to put it in the compartment of his backpack and protect it carefully.

Thinking of this, Hoshimi couldn't help but laugh, obviously it was supposed to be the imperial guard guarding her, how could everything be reversed when she got here.