The lilac sleeveless top with a thin cape that is more decorative than practical in the summer flows with a silky sheen, gently undulating like a breezy lake. The same lilac skirt is layered on top of each other, and at a glance it looks like a lot of labor has been spent. No matter which one it is, it is so light and soft, and it looks like a delicate dessert when worn on the body.

Of course, what a dress looks like depends on who she wears it on, in addition to its design. The girl wrapped in this outfit now seems to others to be the sweetness and seductiveness of the highest grade sugar confectionery. At least the people who passed by her, both men and women, couldn't help but look stunned.

"Uh-huh, it's super cute."

The mother's emotions were running high on her own, which troubled Dome as a daughter.

"I always feel ...... It hurts so much to see ......"

"Huh? What the? ”

"No, nothing!"

Dome said quickly. If my mother hears her complaint, according to my previous experience, something will definitely happen that will make people feel distressed, so don't worry about this kind of thing.

However, she was a little curious about the dress she was wearing now.

As a reader model for fashion magazines, it is incredible that Dome has almost no experience in picking clothes. Although she probably has at least three times as many clothes in her wardrobe as many as the most fashion-chasing girls, she basically doesn't buy them herself, except for a very small amount.

Thanks to a certain bad fashion magazine photographer and ** college student who often treats her as a doll, she never has to worry about dressing. On the contrary, they will worry about what to do with the ever-increasing number of clothes. You see, the preservation of clothes is actually quite a painstaking task - this kind of trouble that is enough to make most girls envious to death is probably only she will encounter.

But even so, she had no intention of disposing of the clothes. To be fair, she has always attached great importance to the kindness of others. For the clothes in her closet, she has at least sorted out each one by herself.

So you can imagine what kind of curiosity she would have in her heart when she found out that she had no impression of the dress her mother had brought.

"Isn't that weird?"

"Not really. It's just that I don't remember buying this dress...... Mother, did you buy it? ”

"I don't have to sell it." Mother shook her head. For some reason, the long hair of the night, which was rarely scattered, swayed, shining like a star. "Because I made it myself."

"Huh?!"

The moment he understood this, Dome couldn't help but let out an exclamation.

"Well done, huh?"

With a very obvious element of ostentation, the mother reached out and straightened the thin shawl.

Dome didn't know how to answer for a while.

The mother's words were also an ordinary thing - making a dress for her children used to be something that almost all mothers in the world took for granted. It is not until modern times that this motherhood, like many symbolic customs of mankind since ancient times, has gradually lost its original meaning with the process of human industrialization.

Whether this is a good thing or a bad thing, different people have different opinions, and Dome has no intention of thinking about it. Of course, she will definitely remember the meaning of her mother's behavior. Just on the other hand—

Touching this delicate dress on the body, which is suspected to be from the hands of a top master, the neat seams and the light shawl are obviously sleeveless designs, but because of the existence of this shawl, it shows the reserved and subtle nature that girls should have.

Even if you know that you shouldn't think this way as a child, it's hard not to have doubts. Although my mother's taste in clothing has always been very good,But my mother, who was born in the school city,It's unlikely that you've learned the ancient tailoring craft.。

Mother always seems to have skills that shouldn't be mastered, and this is just a matter of accustomation. Because he didn't plan to work on these things, he didn't see anything to learn from his mother. In fact, compared with her father, words and deeds aside, at least in terms of mastering skills, she was very little influenced by her mother, and even the communication on weekdays was not much, far less close to her father.

But today, a wedge was planted in her heart.

Because on the roof of the Tokiwadai Schoolhouse, Dome had heard Mr. Mibebe comment on his mother-

"No matter what you become, you get talent."

It was a very strong premonition, and one that she didn't feel explicitly for the first time until today.

In the black and white study, he silently flipped through the books, and looked thoughtfully at the husband of the children; Outside the black and white study, stood quietly, waiting for the child's wife with a gentle smile.

Looking back now, under the ordinary daily demeanor of my parents, between the pursed lips, it seems that a secret has always been guarded. The secret was like a muffled whisper, lingering only between the parents. Even those of their contemporaries did not really know the slightest thing.

Just like herself, she also hides a secret from her family.

She never imagined that the secret would be like a dark night in this home that she had long been familiar with, and had even forgotten that she was an outsider.

Just as secrets always shrouded her.

She has no intention of exploring her parents' secrets, and as a parent, it is almost natural to keep some secrets in front of her children. But she was hesitant to reveal her secret to her mother.

"Girls are beautiful because of their secrets, and they have always been. In this world, there is probably nothing more beautiful than a secret. ”

As if sensing her thoughts, the mother put her finger to her lips, then took her hand and walked slowly.

For a moment, as if enchanted, she felt as if her mother had looked back at her. But when she calmed down, she saw that her mother was just holding her hand and walking a little faster. It's never too fast, it's not too slow.

If her classmate Bee Eater saw this scene, she would definitely feel something.

It is as if the elder and the child are walking hand in hand, finally finding a foothold in the groundless floating, so mortals call it "Filamont" (Note 1). The actual presence of a certain signifier disappears, and the embodiment of the "mandala" (Note 2) is about to emerge from the door of the unconscious......

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"Meow!"

The black cat that followed them screamed, grabbed its mother's skirt and jumped deftly over her head.

The mother has a hobby of keeping pets, and this black cat has always been incredibly docile. Even if it walks on the road, it will not cause it to do anything that causes people to be bothered. It's just that even if you don't know how to do anything, lying on top of someone's head will feel weird. So Dome stretched out his finger and poked it lightly a few times, as if frightened, it jumped on the shoulders of the mother and daughter, and was finally pecked down by the white dove that fell from the sky.

By the way, this pigeon is also another pet kept by Dome No's mother. It's not a big deal on a normal day, but it's important now. Because at this time, they have already arrived at the destination of this trip, that is, in front of the school of Douna's brother, Mitsuki Haihara.

Like most schools, Mitsuki Kaihara attends a school that does not allow pets on campus. So inevitably, Donino's mother will have some trouble. However, Dome saw a familiar hint of playfulness in her mother's face. I saw her mother hold her right hand high, and the pigeon resting on her bent finger immediately flapped its wings and flew away. The black cat quickly burrowed into the green belt outside the campus, running so fast that it couldn't even find a trace.

Dome pressed her forehead, and she remembered that her mother sometimes had some bad tastes.

Pets that are well kept to this level can run back inside the school even if they are driven away at the school gate. Unlike herself, who is accustomed to following rules, my mother always seems to like to break rules that cannot be followed thoroughly.

As a result, the eyebrows of the doorman who came over when he saw them twitched. It was obvious that they didn't intend to comply with the rules, but they didn't have a way to object. After all, Donino's mother doesn't have her pet with her, at least "for now".

The level of outsiders at the school gate is generally in the form of documents, and for the dome, it is enough to take a photo of your student ID on the recorder. But her mother, once again, seemed quite unusual.

In an era where identification is needed everywhere, her mother didn't even go out with any documents.

The identity of his Tokiwadai student can be determined, at least as a guarantee in this regard, but it also requires the mother to leave some personal records.

Things like electronic signatures......

However, Douna's mother's thoughts are always extraordinary.

"Do you have a registration form for paper products here? Ah, by the way, a bottle of ink. ”

In this era of electronic everything, there should be no one who uses ordinary pen and paper in their daily lives, except for students who are still studying and probably use ordinary pen and paper for registration out of tradition. Dome even had a feeling that her mother was deliberately looking for trouble.

Still, this part may have been overthought by herself, for the doorman then sighed.

"Do you still dislike electronic use products as much as you used to? Madam. ”

"Habits are not so easy to break. And as long as it's not a bad habit, there's no need to change it. ”

Dono's mother replied with a smile, and the doorman just nodded and walked back to get something.

It turns out that they actually know each other? But if you think about it, although you don't usually pay much attention to what your mother is doing, since it's my brother's school, it's normal for my mother to come there, isn't it?

Soon the doorman came back with a register (which is not easy to keep). In addition to the roster and inkwell, the doorman brought a pen. But Dono's mother shook her hand gently, and she flicked her hair, pulling a snow-white feather out of it, and then took out a knife and began to sharpen her pen leisurely.

Dome Nai's gaze stayed on her mother's fingertips, and even the doorman's expression was a little strange. No matter how you look at it, it doesn't look like there's a feather in the lady's hair that can be used as a pen without revealing it.

"Ah, this? Hmm......" Qiongno's mother pinched the feather and spun it in her fingers, looking as if she were serious, "the ...... that fell off the pigeon Probably? ”

This feather is almost two-thirds the length of a pigeon, what kind of pigeon can grow this feather? Who are you trying to fool?

Mother was talking nonsense so seriously, and even Dome couldn't help twitching her delicate eyebrows. But since it was her mother who said it, she was embarrassed to complain as a child.

Signing her name on the rank roster (no more than 15 names had been written on that roster, by the way), Donino's mother carefully wiped the ink off the quill. Then use a knife to make an incision in the middle of the feather in front of the feather, and fold the cut side. The feather was so resilient that it didn't break off, but instead bent into a hairpin in the cut part.

She stretched out her hand to beckon Dome to come over, and used the quill as a hair accessory and gently inserted it into Donier's hair, right on the side of the amethyst hairpin that Dome was used to. The pure white feathers are not as gorgeous as the usual feather hair accessories, but they give people a feeling of "ah, it really fits".

"Alright. Now let's go find Guanggui. ”

Her mother clasped her hands together.

"Wait a minute, Mother, do you know where my brother is now?"

Dome asked curiously.

"I don't know." Her mother shook her head rightfully, "It's easy, though. ”

“？”

"Look." In front of her daughter, Mrs. Haiyuan showed a hint of a ** smile, "Just look for the place where the girls cheer the most." ”

As if in response to the young mother's assertion, the cheers and screams of a group of young girls were heard from the direction of the football field.

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Note 1: Phillemon, "Philemon". Most of the artist's paintings appear in the image of an old wise man, derived from the image of an ancient Hebrew prophet. In psychology, its imagery is equated with the self-guru, that is, the self-directed part of the human mind. In some theories, it is even directly equated with the archetype of "self-nature". In the field of occultism, reformism tends to see it as a manifestation of the source of human pursuit, precipitated from divinity, with a strong Gnostic overtone. Gnostics describe it slightly differently, but it's also pretty much the same.

Note 2: Mandala, Sanskrit "mandala". It is originally a Buddhist language, which means "altar" (note that there is no meaning of "altar", and it has nothing to do with sacrifices), and refers to the place where all merit is gathered. The Tibetan Buddhist "mandala" is also the manifestation of the "inner universe", that is, the origin of the concept of "small universe". The term "mandala" in the field of art often refers to the instantaneous inspiration that turns into an eternal creation, and is often understood as a certain state. In psychology, the image of the "mandala" is often associated with the integrity of the personality, which is the expression of the deepest self. In archetypal psychology, Jung saw the "mandala" as the realization gained through the pathway to the "self".