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The growth of the company was presented before his eyes one by one.

After breaking the family, he was adopted by the temple with his sister, and later became a monk in the temple, and took over as the presiding officer after the death of the previous abbot.

But the only thing that displeased him was that the whole film was silent, and the characters had dialogue, but he could only see the people's lips moving, but he couldn't hear what they were saying, and more than that, there was no sound in the characters' walking, the howling of the animals, the fierceness of the battle, etc.

He was able to know what was going on, or he was able to guess how things were going by figuring out the expressions and movements of the characters.

In the end, the picture freezes on a familiar scene.

"Sister, you must live well and live well." The young man lying on the sickbed, with a worried expression on his thin and pale face, stretched out his arm that was already trembling, used his last bit of strength, held a white and slender palm, and after saying this, with a peaceful smile, he passed away.

He couldn't see it very clearly in the back, but he vaguely heard some heart-rending cries, but it was too vague, and he could only hear the cries, and as for what he was shouting, he couldn't hear it at all.

“…… Hmmm......"

I don't know how long it took for Ashmida to emerge from the dark mud, and his thoughts gradually cleared.

Lately, things have been going a little bit out of my mind. With such a wry smile, Ashmida wanted to get up, but at this time, he found that his head seemed to be resting on a soft and warm object, and when he raised his head, his forehead seemed to have hit something soft and flexible, and how did that touch feel so familiar?

"A-chan, you're awake." Suddenly, a soft and pleasant voice mixed with laughter reached his ears.

"........." was probably because he was dazed, and Ashmida was rarely confused, and it took a while to react.

"Bell, bell?!"

"Really, A-chan, you'll catch a cold when you sleep on a tatami mat like this." With a playful smile, Suzu stretched out her slender white little hand to cover the temples of Ashmida, which was still pillowed on her thighs, and gently massaged it, her white little face was filled with a gentle and happy look.

"As soon as I got home, I saw A-chan you leaning against the wall and falling asleep, and even threw the wine glass on the tatami mat, which almost scared me, and I thought that something happened to A-chan, but I didn't expect that I just fell asleep." Suzu gently pinched Ashmida's ear, a playful smile on her face and a hint of relief as if a big stone had fallen.

"No matter how you think about it, you know that it is impossible for the old man to get sick no matter how good his body is." Ashmida gave up getting up, and enjoyed the knee pillow and massage of the bell with peace of mind, burying the confusion about the dream in his heart deep into his heart, although he had been seen through by Yakumo Purple and Yuuka, but he didn't want to worry about anyone else.

"That's not necessarily~~" The force in Suzu's hand, looking at Ashmida's comfortable expression, couldn't help but sneer, "I actually drank until I fell asleep, Ah Jiang, are you old and confused?" In this way, I dare to say that I will not get sick. ”

“… It's always inevitable to get older. Hearing the words in front of the bell, Ashmida's heart was sonorous, but on the surface he quietly transferred the question to the past.

Very good, the heart is beating, the mood fluctuates almost without obvious fluctuations, the facial expression is flawless, the eyes are always closed, should not be discovered by the bell?

At this time, Ashmida felt that sometimes it was a troublesome thing for the students she taught to be too intelligent, and if she was not careful, she would observe people's inner fluctuations through her eyes according to the rate of heart beating, the fluctuations of emotions, and even the subtle changes in facial expressions.

"Hey, hey, hey~ yes, yes~ A-chan is very old~~" Looking at Ashmida's quibbly, Suzu couldn't help laughing. Lowering her head, her black pearl-like eyes looked at the face on her thighs with an embarrassed expression, feeling the warm touch on her thighs, Suzu felt that she was so happy now.

Doesn't it seem good to keep it up like this?

If she had said those things to him, would she and him really be the way they are?

If he really just thinks of himself as and~~" Soon, Ashmida's uneasy premonition came true.

"Suzu!! You give the old man a seat!! ”

After many years, the long-lost angry shouts finally sounded again in this Suoluoju.

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