The girl who was still a child ran on the street, running breathlessly, running desperately, tears and snot hanging on her face, flying in the galloping wind, in her bright and shining star-like eyes, overflowing with joy like a bird out of her cage, obviously almost out of breath, but humming a happy song from her nose, still running willfully.

I ran through the bustling neighborhood surrounded by noise, ran through the sparkling black-tailed gulls flying on the pier, ran through the stone bridge where people came and went, ran through the park where the green grass and children frolicked, ran through the landscape where the cherry blossoms were in full bloom and the birds were singing, ran through the bright and abandoned deep and dark tunnels with bright exits, ran through the roaring tram aisles, ran up the long endless ramps, and jumped down the stairs one step at a time...

She was just running, laughing and crying, the warm sun was like a light veil draped over her body, her hair was jumping and splashing with crystal beads of sweat, running through intersections, corners, streets, towns...

What kind of mood are you running into?

The people I met along the way couldn't help but look back at the little figure who left.

Like a deer, jumping among the flowers in the forest, a free and happy figure...

"Hah..."

Gasping fiercely, she finally ran to the end of the journey, and the little girl gasped, with impatient joy, and looked up at the door that was familiar in her memory, but now seemed too tall.

Hearty and energetic grinning, taking a deep breath, shouting with all his strength...

"I'm back——————————————!!!"

Welcome back...

Natsume~

My dear husband didn't open the door to greet him as usual, and he didn't feel strange, so he stood on tiptoe, stretched out his hand with difficulty, and rang the doorbell.

"Ding Dong Ding Dong Ding Dong Ding Dong ~", the rapid doorbell symbolizes the mood of the owner at this moment.

She was the mistress of the house, and she couldn't be so polite, and if she didn't have the key, she wouldn't have rang the doorbell.

Anxiously urging, under the eyes of anticipation, the door opened gently, and the man's voice sounded, complaining and saying don't press it anymore, appearing in front of little Asami's eyes...

Happiness and joy that almost overflowed froze on her face, and Asami, who was lying on the side of the doorpost with her feet on her feet, looked at the man in confusion.

Who is this uncle???

You shouldn't have run to the wrong place!

"Who are you?"

The man with a scruffy beard and long hair who looked like an artist asked in the same confusion.

That's my line, bastard, punch you!

The little girl inherited her mother's strong personality very well, and grew up in a single-parent family, so her personality is inevitably not like a normal gentle lady.

"Excuse me, what about the former home here? Ernie sauce..."

Called Ernie sauce by little Lori, the uncle's annoyance disappeared in an instant, and he was very willing to answer such a question, thought about it, and said: "The last one, moved away, child..."

"Do you know where to move?" The big eyes of anticipation looked at the uncle brightly.

"I'm sorry, I can't help you, how can I know about this kind of thing..."The uncle said with an apologetic face.

"That's it~" A look of disappointment rose on his face, and he bowed politely: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry for the trouble, I'll leave now, and I won't disturb your rest..."

Turning around, walking slowly, step by step...

Never mind!

It's just that she moved, and she still knows the contact information of her husband's younger brother.

"Wait!" The uncle shouted behind him.

Asami stopped and looked back in confusion.

"I don't know if I can help you, I've heard of such a thing, the former owner of this family, it seems that he died of illness..."

The bright pupils shrank violently at this moment...

"It's a pity that my wife died before and her husband soon after, leaving only a young child..."

The heart is beating violently...

"That's right..."

"He seems to have that name..."

The name comes to my ears...

Then, as if he couldn't hear anything, his heart suddenly emptied, and a brief tingling pain seemed to have been deeply gouged up, followed by a numbness that made him feel cold all over his body...

"Kid, are you looking for the children in the previous family..."

I didn't hear such words here, and in the uncle's surprised expression, the little figure turned around and ran.

Desperate running, running with his head down, running wildly, hair dancing sadly in the air, tears falling like threads in the wind, piercing the skin of the mouth that is biting hard, blood spilling silently...

Run.

Leaving the familiar street, striding up the steps, rolling down the downhill like falling into the abyss, climbing up, the tram tracks exuded the smell of rust at the tip of the nose, the bright tunnel mouth gradually pulled away behind him, in front of him was a deep and boundless darkness, the cherry blossoms fell and withered on the branches, the dust under the feet was full of dead petals, the birds were performing lamentations in the pollen dust, the children were laughing at the bad and innocent, the water under the stone bridge never returned to the dark deep sea, the waves of the sea and the dock, The fish were dying under the scorching sun, as if the whole world was left alone, and the busy streets were silent...

What kind of mood are you running?

The pedestrians on the road occasionally looked back at this little figure in the distance...

Like a wounded beast, he panicked and ran away.

When I came back to my senses, I had come to a strange place, hoarse, wheezing, screaming, buried in the alley, in a dark corner where no sunlight was visible, and the little figure trembled...

It's like crying, whimpering...

Faint and weak, faintly reverberating...

is called the stage of life, for her, it should have come to a curtain of regret a few years ago.

But!

As if suddenly alarmed, Asami stood up violently, with a dirty big flower face, frowning at this time, and found that things were not simple...

muttered, whispering...

"No, I think I had a son before I died..."

Shuffle...

Stomping his feet and clapping his hands.

After waking up, Ren has a slightly chaotic memory, and important fragments jump out at this moment.

In the hospital, the blonde girl who was quiet and weak, like a bad sister, finally glanced at her newborn child under the attention of her husband, and gently closed her eyes forever with a regretful and inexplicable expression.

"That's right! I also have a son! ”

This year, a 9-year-old elementary school student who was only 9 years old shouted excitedly.

"Natsume! Takashi Natsume! My noble ambition! ”

The heroic wipe away the tears, and the big flower face is even more flowery, but at this moment, the warm sunlight slanted and tenaciously peeked down from the sky of the alley overhead, and gently draped it on the body...

Grinning, hearty and energetic smile, crying, laughing, blooming.