If she knew her true self, she didn't even know what she was.

Of course, some of the most basic facts are still known. For example-

The age is about fourteen years old, and the gender is female, which is barely tall among women in this age group. Because of hereditary heterochromia, the color of the eyes is not the same. Well, not to be boastful, but also to be beautiful and well-behaved - this may be a bit too modest. Objectively speaking, she is an outstanding beautiful girl.

But these are naturally known to those who have seen them. In the same way, just look in the mirror and you will know.

In other words, there is no boundary between what you know and what others see you as a separate.

Can't remember the beginning. It's not that I don't have the same memory as I did when I was a child, it's that that part of the past didn't exist from the very beginning.

Of course, for the present, there is some understanding.

"Hmmm......"

The dome in front of the mirror thought about it as he habitually tilted his head. Naturally, she made exactly the same movements in the mirror.

It was lovely. Even if you evaluate it from the harshest eyes, it's cute.

Her family is wealthy, her appearance is outstanding, her learning ability is amazing, she is diligent enough and knows how to be considerate of others, this is her now.

Feels good, doesn't it?

But the Dome itself is not as good as it seems on the surface. Because I'm not very active, I'm always quiet. Accustomed to being self-conscious and immersed in their own world, it is difficult to truly accept other people, so they have few friends.

In her heart, there has always been such a wall. No matter how much you look out the window at the street scene called the past, all you see is a blank space.

Although, perhaps, it's just prosaic, not worth worrying about, and even if you lose it, it's not a big deal. Although I don't intend to force anything, I'm willing to accept it like this.

It's just that it can't be denied that the wall in my heart has always existed.

Close your eyes, close your eyes slightly, and open them again.

In fact, even the messy student who helped him tie his belt was unfamiliar to him. Although the biggest reason for this is that the chaotic number of students who come to work at home are always changing, and this is only because of this exchange student today, there is no denying that I can't get acquainted with anyone.

Judging from the way she helped herself put on her yukata, this classmate seemed quite unfamiliar, which was quite different from the omnipotent impression of the chaotic student she remembered. However, helping others to put on yukata is not a family affair in the first place.

But I always feel that this classmate who can't name himself treats himself a little strangely.

Obviously a girl with a bright smile like a rainbow in the blue sky after the rain......

"Alright."

There was a gentle pat on the shoulder.

"Well, thank you very much."

"No, I don't need to. It's very pretty, miss. ”

“……”

Dome moved her lips, but she couldn't speak. I feel that the title of "Miss" seems to be specially accentuated.

Finally, I straightened my sleeves a little, walked away from the mirror, and tried to walk a few steps.

If you think about it, it looks like it's the first time you've worn a kimono, right? Compared with the previous twelve orders, it is indeed much easier to move. Although I am still a little unaccustomed to it......

Suddenly, as if she had forgotten something, she quickly folded back and rummaged in front of the dresser.

A confused classmate walked over and stood still in front of the mirror.

"Did you forget something?"

She said, still with a bright and unusual smile on her face, as if there would be no second expression.

"My hairpin, remember it should be here......"

"That's it, right?"

She stretched out her right hand, a sparkling purple in her milky palm infused with honey.

Why is that? Dome looked at her, she didn't seem to notice Dono's gaze, and the words that flowed from her lips and teeth seemed soft, even gentle.

"Miss, I would like to remind you that the matching of accessories should be in line with the attire. This hairpin is not suitable for yukata. ”

Although the tone seems polite, it is clearly not as accustomed to using honorifics as other students who are confused.

"I know."

Dome nodded, but clearly didn't intend to change her decision.

"Think of it as some of my bad things. Miss, do you have any reason for this? ”

"There are some personal reasons." Dome reached out and took the hairpin, carefully placing it in her hair. "This is a gift from my brother."

As she said, the hairpin didn't seem to be so in harmony with the lilac yukata. However, this incongruous eye-catching sensation makes the already outstanding Dome even more eye-catching.

“…… Ho~"

For some reason, the confused student whispered a **-like voice. However, she still had a big smile on her face, which made even Dome herself wonder if she had heard it wrong.

_

I opened my hands and took a deep breath, and the faint fragrance of flowers wafted from the yukata, as if every flower branch on it came to life.

"Well, it's better suited like this."

Mitsuki Haihara admired it for a moment and nodded his head.

Although compared to twelve orders, it is indeed much better. But it's not really suitable, it's still a matter of two words.

From the perspective of yukata design, it is obvious that there are too many unqualified places. It is not based on any real flower, but on a pure white background, it completely fictionally creates a non-existent tree and flower that grows in a spiral shape that is intertwined with each other. In principle, this is a major taboo in design, but it seems to be harmonious because of Mrs. Kaihara's skills.

Of course, my cuteness is probably the most important factor.

"Don't forget things."

Mrs. Haiyuan walked over, holding a water-colored towel in her hand and swaying gently in front of her daughter's eyes.

Dome reached out and took the towel bag, and felt the sound of liquid flowing in it very distinctly. When I opened the mouth of the bag, there was a small wine jug that I usually used on weekdays. Unscrew the cap and sniff it, the liquid exudes a fragrance that has never been smelled before.

It looks like it's supposed to be a drink.,But even in the school city, where all kinds of strange drinks are prevalent.,This taste is unheard of.。

"It's a sports drink. It's very popular. ”

"I've almost drunk this kind of stuff once, and I've never heard of that name."

Mitsuki Haihara couldn't help but complain.

"It used to be popular, but now it's just that the recipe is lost."

"Lost? When did you say 'popular'? ”

"Well, probably around the 30s of the 20th century."

"Should I complain about this point in time first?"

Mrs. Kaihara shrugged her shoulders indifferently. Just then, a car horn sounded outside the door.

After making a simple gesture with his eyes, Mitsuki Kaihara opened the door. At the door, unexpectedly stood a Westerner who had never been seen before.

"It's rude, Madame asked us to pick up Miss."

One of the gentlemen stepped aside and made an "invite" gesture.

"Introduction, this is Mr. Donald Ripper." Mrs. Kaihara stepped forward and pointed to the car parked outside the iron gate, "That's Mr. Bob Noft over there. ”

"I'm causing trouble for both of you."

Dome bowed apologetically.

"Miss, you're so polite."

Mitsuki Umihara raised his eyebrows.

Since just now, he has been paying attention to this middle-aged man who was called by his mother. Although in the school city,Westerners are not uncommon,But this one gives people a feeling of incompatibility with the school city.。

"I'll take you to the door."

Mitsuki Haihara said. Anyway, he wanted to meet the other one. And, there is an even more important reason.

_

"Are you sure there's nothing to say to him?"

A mist seemed to be shrouded in the room where the siblings had left, and Mrs. Kaihara looked at the door that was not closed, but spoke to the other side.

"You're so me, aunt. I have finally made up my mind, please don't let me waver again. The words of the disorganized schoolgirl sounded even close to a pleading. What's more, you don't want your son to get involved in danger, right? ”

The smile that remained unchanged seemed a little stiff at this time.

"Yes. In essence, I even prefer to be able to tie my children to my side like a mother bird protects a young bird, and I don't want to let go. After all, that's what I really stand for. But on the other hand, I also wanted to be able to get my children out, because that was also my responsibility from the beginning. ”

There was a kind of sorrow like a gray cloud, so that she could not see the mother clearly. Still, this is perhaps a woman's ultimate secret as a mother, something that is undoubtedly beyond her comprehension at the moment.

"But no matter what, I know my son Mo Ruomu. Since I am his mother, naturally no one knows him better than me, and you are naturally far behind. By the way, don't try to contradict me. ”

Suddenly, Mrs. Kaihara's words sounded something close and hostile, and she was speechless for a moment.

"Honestly, I don't like you very much. But there are still a few words that can be regarded as my advice to you. ”

“…… Please speak up, auntie. ”

"First of all, don't underestimate him. Second......" Mrs. Kaihara paused suddenly, "you can actually try to rely on him." As long as you are willing to believe in Him, He will not let you down. ”

Lady Kaihara's last voice was as soft as smoke, both a pride and a sigh.

"I appreciate your kindness, aunt."

The girl's smiling expression, which had been unchanged, twisted and peeled off along with the maid's outfit that was a messy school uniform. Even the long hair that was scattered changed color.

"I'm so grateful to see him here again. In any case, I don't dare to ask for any more luxury. ”

She could not understand what was hidden in the mother's words.

No, maybe she can understand it if she wants to, but she just doesn't want to admit it.

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Note: どりこの is a functional drink that was popular in Japan from before World War II to World War II. It is said that at that time, priority was given to the Japanese Combined Fleet as a nutritional supplement. After the war, the owner of the formula disappeared, and his descendants refused to publish the formula due to conflicts, and the legend was lost. In Japan, it is a legendary drink.

PS: In general, the old father's surgery did not turn out well. However, according to the doctor, it is a good thing to be able to operate. I'm discharged from the hospital now, but I still have to schedule chemotherapy and radiotherapy, and I hope everything is okay.