Sanhua carefully copied the songs from the voice recorder into the computer, and then dragged her mobile phone again.

Finally, plug in the headphones and press the play button.

The boy's voice was like a drop of rain that slipped down from the tender green leaves after the early spring rains.

It is also like the refreshing evening breeze of early summer, which brings a burst of coolness in an instant, and silences the impetuous and restless heart.

Sanhua lowered her head and followed the voice of the teenager in the headphones in her notebook, starting with the first lyrics.

What's the point of doing something like this, Sanhua doesn't know, she just wants to do it inexplicably.

At this time, the girl did not know what the impulse to turn the sound of no real thing into a real thing on paper meant.

——I want to burst out and convey the unpredictable moods, feelings and feelings that are not clear in my heart in reality.

……

The question of where the driver in the front seat came from is like when the snow starts to fall again.

It can only be said that it is always waiting in the dark like snow.

By the way, in fact, there is more than one person in black who is waiting near Xiyuan Temple's house, taking turns on duty in the dark twenty-four hours a day, and the object of their protection is Xiyuan Temple Sanhua.

This was arranged by Mitsuri Saionji.

Saionji Mitsuri sometimes feels that his father is missing a tendon in his head.

Today is different from the past, according to the status of the Xiyuan Temple family today, there must be many people watching, but this father has no such consciousness at all, and everything is as usual.

When I went to school, it was because the Xiyuan Temple family was still 8 lines and no one paid attention to it, so there was no need for bodyguards and other things.

But now, don't you have any points in your heart?

I should pay more attention to this kind of thing!

Of course, this kind of groove can only be spit in the heart, because even if you say it to your face, the man will definitely not think so.

will even refute himself and say, "Don't underestimate the neon police and social security!" Something.

He just has a very simple idealistic side, which is why even if he is dissatisfied, he can't completely dislike this father.

In the back of the car, slender fingers were rapidly tapping on the laptop, pulling back the inexplicable deviation of thoughts.

The corners of his eyes brought a little relief, because he thought of his sister who had just said goodbye.

If this continues, the younger sister will really like a boy in her youth.

Whether it ends up or not, she won't leave any big regrets.

Liked, experienced, and lucky enough for the children who are bound in this family.

I didn't even have any of that.

Does my father love me and Sanhua? Hikari thinks it's love, but this kind of love is not the father's love of an ordinary family.

He probably felt that he was like Sanhua and him, everything was prioritized by family prosperity and social status, and as long as the family was prosperous, he would feel the same heartfelt pride and happiness as him.

But in reality, this is not the case.

Everyone's definition of happiness is different.

The reason why he worked so hard when he was young was because he wanted to be praised by his father, who rarely praised people, and the reason why Sanhua worked hard was just because he longed for an older sister like herself.

With a light sigh, he saved the half-written manuscript, closed the notebook, and gently rested his hands on the notebook on his lap, looking out the window at the darkness.

Like her sister, who is staying alone at home at the moment, Hikari Saionji also wears headphones and listens to the same song.

The lyrics are probably a man's confession to a woman who is always there to support him. Love that belongs to ordinary people.

I don't know if it's because of the song, but Mitsuri of Xiyuan Temple has a little longing for such love at this moment.

There is even an inexplicable urge to find and try such a love in the time before marriage.

Knowing that he was probably distorted by the lyrics and touching melody, and the boy's voice, Mitsuri Saionji shook his head and laughed at himself.

Really, what are you thinking?

How can this kind of thing be so easy to find, and it is still so short, it is basically a dream.

Thinking of this, a little resentment arose in my heart.

Books always say that love always comes inadvertently, so why don't you come to the last one for me to taste?

At this moment, a figure standing on the side of the road broke into the afterglow of the light and flashed.

Instructed the driver to back off and parked on the side of the road, lowered the window, and smiled at You Yi, who seemed to have just walked out of the 24-hour convenience store on the side.

You Yi came out to buy toothpaste, but as soon as he left the convenience store, he saw some familiar cars coming by.

He politely stopped and bowed his head at the car, and when the car drove away, he was about to leave, but the car slowed down and reversed.

The ominous premonition did not come true, because this time the woman who claimed to be the light of Xiyuan Temple just said hello and left.

However, he left a meaningful smile that people couldn't understand, which made You Yi's heart furious.

……

When I got home, I brushed my teeth and slept until noon the next day.

After getting up, I rushed to the store for the mobile phone that I forgot to charge, and after a simple wash, I ate instant noodles and drank happy water.

After tidying up the house that was not messy a little, after worshipping the parents of the original owner, he went back to bed and lay down, preparing to wait until the wind and snow completely stopped before going out to find a part-time job.

Lazily lying on the bed, he turned off all kinds of messy pushes on his mobile phone one by one, and then clicked on the text message from Xiyuan Temple.

Good morning at 7 a.m. and good afternoon at noon.

Although he always felt that something was wrong, You Yi politely replied with a good afternoon, and briefly explained the reason why he didn't reply in the first place.

Then I clicked on the text message from Chiba.

The content is probably to come to You's family to spend Christmas with You Yi at night.

Yuichi was not consulted, it was more like a notice.

You Yi immediately refused, and did not stay for the liquid.

Flipping through the Dream of Red Mansions that I wasn't too interested in in my previous life, while watching, I took the time to reply to Chiba's message.

……

When Yuichi opened his eyes again, the wind and snow had stopped.

Glancing at the time, five o'clock in the afternoon.

Picked up the Dream of Red Mansions that fell on the side of the bed at some point, and checked the last chat record between himself and Senior Sister Chiba.

Extrapolating from the time of the last message I sent, I probably slept for about an hour.

Perhaps in the mood for it, You Yi flipped through his hours-long chat history with Chiba.

Although most of it was non-nutritious small talk, it evoked Yuichi's distant memories.

At some point in my previous life, I also liked to chat online very much, and the conversation was for hours.

I also remembered a hot summer afternoon, anxiously waiting for the girl with a crush to reply to the message, and every time I received a sentence, I had to ask my best friend how to reply.

In one afternoon, the three people were tired enough to choke on their mobile phones, but they were still happy, and they had that kind of youth.

Ding-dong, ding-dong——

The doorbell pulls Yuichi's memories back to reality.