Behind Kokukai, Mio Kojinguji blinked his big eyes: "Kukai ~ why?" ”

"Well, it's just a dream, after all, the days of eating and waiting for death are very desirable."

Mio Kojinguji stopped and thought hard for a while, and a determined look gradually appeared in her eyes, until Kokukai in front of her called her, and then she jumped up and down.

"What's going on tonight?"

"How about soy sauce bibimbap with fish cutlets?"

"Yay!"

Kyogoku Kukai's illusory body followed the two children back to the Kyogoku family, which had long been destroyed in reality, looking at the noisy little Jinguji Mio and the helpless but spoiled little Kukai, looking at the parents who were smiling and much younger.

He showed a faint smile, at that time, although his family background was average, he was carefree.

Moreover, how cute Mio was at Jinguji at that time, well-behaved and sensible, it was a porcelain doll that attracted people.

After dinner, Kokukai drops Mio Kojingutera back to her doorstep.

"See you tomorrow, Kukai~" The little girl smiled and waved her hand vigorously.

"See you tomorrow, Mio."

It wasn't until Kokukai's figure disappeared around the corner that Mio walked towards her home satisfied.

Kyogoku Kukai touched his chin, and the scenery in the distance was blurred, and it seemed that the protagonist of the dream ball this time was Mio Jinguji when he was a child instead of himself.

followed Mio into the Jingu Temple house, but just entered the entrance, and an atmosphere completely different from the Kyogoku family immediately appeared.

The slightly dim lighting, the floor that was not very clean, and the few potted plants next to the hallway had long since withered and rotted.

However, Mio Kojinguji was clearly used to such an environment, so she changed into her indoor shoes and walked towards the house inside.

Pulling open the bamboo door, a bright room appears in front of you.

However, it was only the light that was sufficient, and the rest of the room was a little cluttered as well.

The only place that is clean and tidy is a Buddha shrine with Buddha statues and a row.

The coffee table in the middle was filled with empty wine bottles, and a scruffy middle-aged man was sleeping on it.

Kyogoku Kukai, who was floating in mid-air, couldn't help frowning, I have to say that Uncle Jinguji at this time was too decadent, and he borrowed alcohol to kill his sorrows all day long, and he almost didn't care about Jinguji Mio.

This is probably one of the reasons for the indifferent attitude of girls in the future.

Seeing that her father was already asleep, Mio Kojinguji held her breath and cautiously walked to the shrine where she was enshrined, and then picked up a duster that was almost close to her height.

Because of her small size, she held the duster like an oversized mop.

The little girl grabbed the duster with both hands and gently cleaned it up next to the shrine.

It wasn't until she made sure there was no visible dust nearby that a satisfied smile appeared on her tiny face.

Respectfully clasping his hands together, Mio Kojinguji reverently worshiped the Buddha statue and rank.

"Mom. You must bless me and Dad, as well as Kukai, Aunt Yoshiko, and Uncle Daisuke. The little girl closed her eyes, her long eyelashes twitching, and her voice was very low because she did not want to disturb her sleeping father.

"Please also entrust, entrust ......" Mio Kojinguji, who had his eyes closed, huddled together with his small face, how did that word come about?

"Oh, dream! That's right, give it to my father, let him cheer up quickly......"

After saying goodbye again, Mio opened her eyes.

On the other side, I don't know if I woke up or heard the movement, Jinguji Takuto raised his head with difficulty.

With messy stubble, greasy knotted hair, and an abnormal flush on his face after drunkenness, he drooped his eyelids and muttered, "Yuri, is Yuri you?" ”

"Daddy, are you awake?" Mio Kojinguji shouted in surprise, and then ran outside with her legs.

When she returned, she was swaying with a small basin with a clean towel in it.

She put her face on the ground, and without bothering to wipe her wet little face, Mio took a few bottles of wine next to her.

"Dad, wash your face." She cried out in a milky voice.

Jinguji Taku's bloodshot eyes opened, he glanced at it, and picked up the wine bottle on the table.

After taking a hard sip of "Ha ......", the man showed a look of satisfaction.

"Daddy!" Mio Kojingutera pursed her lips dissatisfied, and she looked around and hugged a small bench.

By the height of the small bench, she climbed from the coffee table.

"Kukai said, don't drink too much." Mio Kojinguji crossed her waist like a little adult.

Jinguji Taku didn't react at all, but instead raised the bottle to his mouth and poured it again.

"Hurry up and go to rest!" Mio Kojinguji wanted to go and take the bottle off her father's hand.

"Don't move......" Jinguji Taku burped and impatiently pushed the little girl away.

"Daddy hates ......," Mio Kojingutera's cheeks bulged out on both sides, "Mom doesn't like this kind of dad." ”

However, as if the fuse was lit at this sentence, Jinguji Takuto staggered to his feet, his eyes red: "Don't mention Yuri!" ”

"But I'm telling the truth......" Mio Kojinguji took a step back in fear after being yelled at by her father, and then said aggrievedly.

"If it weren't for you...... If it weren't for you! Jinguji Taku's eyes widened angrily, and one hand trembled and pointed at his daughter.

Mio Kojinguji was obviously frightened by her angry father today, and there were tears in her eyes: "Dad......"

"Don't call me Daddy! If it weren't for the sake of giving birth to you, Yuri, how could Yuri die! Jinguji Taku had already been carried away by alcohol, and at this moment he actually said such a thing to his daughter.

"Daddy...... No, no...... "Mio Kojinguji's face was already covered with tears.

"It's all you, it's all you......" The man's eyes were confused, and he sat back on the ground.

Mio Jinguji, a porcelain doll-like minimum, looked at her father in a daze, with tears in her eyes.

After a while, she wiped the tears on her face vigorously, and even bent the corners of her mouth hard, and her crescent-like eyebrows and eyes made people feel distressed. Her voice trembled, but she tried to hold on to a smile: "It's okay, it's okay...... I know Dad, you're just sad in your heart, Kukai taught me, I want to be sensible, I want to be sensible......"

As if encouraging herself, the little girl muttered to herself and climbed down the coffee table, some of her little round faces still with heartbreaking smiles.

She trembled to the door, wiping tears from her eyes.

However, Jinguji Taku slapped the table hard, and several empty wine bottles shattered on the ground, startling Mio Kojinguji.

She turned her head in horror and clung to the bamboo door next to her.

Jinguji Taku put one hand on the table, the other hand swayed, and kept pointing at his daughter, his eyelids drooped halfway, but the bloodshot was clearly visible.

"Why, why wasn't it you who died at that time!"