When did it start?

Murata thought to himself that it must be the winter of the year when the son of the Natsume family next door was sent to Tokyo.

He remembers very well that when he came back from out of town that winter, he heard from his mother that there was an extra girl in the house next door, and he saw her the next day when he went out to throw out the garbage.

A small child, with an unusually calm face and a look of death in his eyes.

Although he was very polite when he met people, and he knew that he was very diligent in greeting people, he always made Murata feel that something was strange.

Finally, when the Chinese New Year came, he took something to the door and asked casually, and the Natsume couple said that it was a relative's child who boarded here.

At that time, Asai was doing his homework in the living room, and he was very serious and serious.

He asked in the past, and the little girl said that she was going to be admitted to Tokyo in the future, but he only thought that the little girl had ambition and didn't think much about it.

This is a few years.

The people in the village have become accustomed to having a girl from a relative's family in the Natsume family, and from the beginning of the discussion, to the end of the habit.

It's just that Murata always felt that something was wrong......

The girl looked familiar, but she couldn't remember where she had seen it.

He has no culture, and he only thinks that he has made conjectures.

In the spring of this year, I hadn't seen this lovely little girl for several days, and when I asked about Natsume Yuo, I learned that she had really been admitted to a university in Tokyo and had gone to study in a big city.

He told the rest of the village about it, and everyone was very sorry, everyone liked this little girl, she was admitted to school, she should celebrate and celebrate, how can she say that she will leave?

Later, the people in the village chatted daily and talked about the Natsume family, the richest and good-hearted family in the village, and suddenly realized that the youngest son of the Natsume family seemed to be studying in Tokyo.

The two of them were admitted to the same university, what is it called Waseda.

Only then did people realize that this girl was the child daughter-in-law of the Natsume family.

"Child bride?"

Everyone in the village said that, but he didn't think it was like that.

Murata glanced at the two people who were talking before closing the door, scratching his head, thinking that he didn't want to think so much if he couldn't figure it out.

"As a child, Uncle Murata was a very warm-hearted neighbor." Naoki Natsume patted the wooden support of the waterproof shed, "He especially likes to do this kind of handicraft, he has been a carpenter for generations, and he has planted a few acres of land in his generation. Lately, carpenters don't have much work, so they go to work in other places when the farm is not working."

"I heard that there are many people in the same village who go with Uncle Murata, and everyone thinks that Uncle Murata is the backbone."

Hearing this, Asai nodded, "The other person is indeed very good."

"Right?" Naoki Natsume smiled, thinking that Asai was talking about helping them build a carport.

Asai turned his head to look at the village, the weather was getting colder and the sky was already dark, and the village with no one on the road was actually indescribably desolate.

Now there are only a few old people left in the village, as well as young people working in the Natsume factory.

The rest of the people went out to work.

In these years, there are few young people who are still willing to stay in their hometowns, and those who work in factories are envious of the life and income in big cities, and would rather go to the city to deliver couriers and do some small business than continue to stay in the factories in the town. ….

"Natsume-kun, go back first, I have something to do." The two of them walked to the door, and before Naoki Natsume could step up the stairs, Asai said.

"What's wrong?" He looked back at the shallow well.

Pulling the key out of her pocket, she looked at the house next to her.

Naoki Natsume also looked at it, the house was dark and unlit, and it was in stark contrast to the lights of the surrounding homes under the night.

He quickly understood, "This is the key to that house?"

Asai nodded, "I want to go and see, I haven't lived in it for a long time, maybe I need to clean it."

Naoki Natsume had a lot of doubts in his heart, but he didn't ask.

It's like on the way back, Asai saw that he had something on his mind, but he didn't

There is a careful question, this is a tacit understanding that belongs to two people.

"Let's be together, then." Naoki Natsume smiled, "Two people, double the efficiency."

Walking to the front of the house, Naoki Natsume took a good look at the house.

It looks quite large, it should be a three-room room with a small patio, and the door is out of place with the surrounding wall, it should have been changed in recent months.

Asai opened the door with the key, and after a creaking sound, the courtyard came into view.

"It's been piled up here for some years." She first looked at some of the boxes at her feet, opened them, and found them all moldy books.

"I'll do this tonight, and I'll clean up tomorrow when I'm sending you to work." She said.

"Wait until I get back."

Asai shook his head, "Anyway, I have to do something at home during the day."

She stood up and looked at the yard, which was still the familiar concrete floor, but the vines in her memory had been cut down, and only a bare stump was left in the corner of the yard, which looked so desolate.

She stood quietly under the cold wind of the night, and suddenly a light lit up in front of her.

Naoki Natsume turned on her phone's flashlight so that she could see more clearly.

Looking back at his smile, Asai felt that the light was not only bright, but also a little warm.

The corner was supposed to be a kennel, but now it is empty, and the cage is iron, and it is estimated that it has long been sold for scrap.

The house changed hands once a decade ago, and the person who bought it was a nearby villager, thinking that it might be demolished in the future.

Not long ago, a woman in Tokyo approached him and bought the house from him that had been idle for ten years.

It is said that a large sum of money was knocked out...... This incident was complacently said by the person, and Asai heard about it after returning to the village two days ago.

Luckily, the house hasn't been touched.

Asai comforted himself in his heart, and then walked to the door of the main house.

The door was unlocked because there was nothing of value left in the house.

After the car accident that year, along with this house, it was sold by relatives on the Asai family for money, and the familiar furniture was wrapped in childhood memories at that time.

Of course, it's not a home.

Some clutter is scattered in the living room like garbage.

There was no electricity in the room, and the water and electricity were all cut off by the buyer after the first change of ownership.

Asai tried the switch but there was no response, and his brows immediately frowned.

You buy the house and just throw it here, and you don't care? ….

There is no water and electricity, and the yard is so messy...... This is also your former home.

Her resentment towards her aunt who was far away in Tokyo was a little heavier.

Naoki Natsume walked to the corner of the living room, where a dusty stroller lay quietly.

He didn't feel dirty, so he squatted down to straighten the stroller and wiped the dust off it with his hands.

Asai turned his head to see this scene, lowered his eyebrows, and was a little sad.

But he soon recovered, "Don't get your hands dirty, I'll clean up later."

"Why do I feel familiar with this stroller?" Naoki Natsume said with a frown.

Asai was stunned for a moment, and then a hint of incredulity flashed.

"Seen before?" She remained silent and calmed her voice.

Naoki Natsume pondered for a while, "Did I use the same model when I was a child? Have relatives have children who have used the same model? My memory is vague, but I always feel like I've seen it when I was a kid."

"Did you see Mio Izumi today?" Asai suddenly spoke.

This time it was Naoki Natsume's turn to be stunned, and he stood up and looked at Asai, "Why did you ask this suddenly?"

"See?"

"Hmm...... Yes, she and Amamiya bought the company where I went to intern and became directors."

"What happened to you?" She asked again.

Naoki Natsume was silent for a moment and shook his head, "I can't say."

Asai didn't ask, but looked

The overcast sky outside the window.

I see.

Obviously I should be happy.

But why does my heart hurt so much?

That......

Will there be hail tonight?

"It looks like it's uninhabited." Naoki Natsume decided to change the subject: "There's dust everywhere...... But this painting seems quite new?"

Hearing this, Asai looked back from the window and looked into the middle of the living room through the faint light.

It was an oil painting.

At the entrance of the village on a snowy night, a little girl in a red jacket stood there, as if shouting something.

"It's so nice." Naoki Natsume was sincerely impressed.

"I hate this painting." Asai said.

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