When Shiraishi sent the contact, Fukawa's heart didn't move much. She herself had no hope for Shiraishi's invitation, so she couldn't say she was disappointed.

That day, they had a bad fight at home at Wu Geng and broke up. They held on to each other and refused to retreat. How could they reconcile with each other because of a little relaxation? She knew this in her heart.

She firmly told Shiraishi that she wanted to go, and it was more of a self-hypnosis to convince herself.

It's enough, it's enough. That's it.

She didn't expect that things would turn out like this. Besides, this was not her original intention.

Fukawa has had a vague idea of ​​graduating since early this year, but she is not sure and is still in the stage of self-worry. When going out to parties with people in the senior group, she will occasionally feel uneasy, as if the relationship in front of her will be affected by the

He became unfamiliar and alienated due to his decision to graduate and leave.

Even though she knew that nothing would change, her worry would not diminish by half.

When the matter of graduation had been told to Konno and the operation, and everything was settled in an almost semi-certain way, her thoughts of seeking relief from Hashimoto gradually faded away.

Hashimoto was too stubborn, so stubborn that in the depths of her melancholy eyes, which were as endless as the deep sea, Fukawa couldn't see the slightest glimmer of hope.

What's more, no matter what answer Hashimoto gives, Fukawa's graduation is a foregone conclusion. It cannot be changed.

During the rare day off the next day, Fukawa sat on the sofa and spent the entire day reading "House of Cards" recommended by Eto. She was still unable to fully devote herself to the plot.

TV dramas have a beginning and an end, and there is suspense at the end, whetting the audience's appetite and looking forward to the next chapter. However, many things in life often remain unfinished. They do not end, but fade away in time. In the end, even the most profound feelings will become sparse and ordinary, no matter how long they are, they will not end.

Investigate further.

Fukawa has always been thinking about a question, is it okay to just graduate like this?

Things continued to be deadlocked, and she could not even imagine what kind of expression Hashimoto would have when he watched her sing the last song and dance the last dance on stage during the graduation live.

Fukawa lay on his back on the sofa, staring at the square lampshade on the ceiling. After a while, he raised his arm and put it on the bridge of his nose.

"Nanamin, what do you think I should do..."

——

The game controller made a snapping sound when pressed.

Little Asuka was wearing her extra-long T-shirt pajamas, barefoot, sitting cross-legged on the sofa, her little head stretched forward, staring attentively at the game characters on the TV, and talking non-stop.

"Hit him, hit him!"

She stayed at home for almost the whole day, playing video games after dinner. Today happened to be Sunday, and unfortunately her two brothers didn't go out the whole day, so they just took turns rubbing the controller with her all day long.

"Left, left, chop him with a knife, quickly! He's coming... You're dead again, it's really useless."

I don’t know how many times Xiao Feiniao has cast such a look of disdain on me. Brother Feiniao feels bitter in his heart. He has been sitting there for a long time and he is not a professional companion. How can he have such a strong concentration? The other one is

The urine escaped and hid for at least half an hour. He even wondered if it was flushed down when flushing.

"Dad, Mom," he turned around and complained, "Asuka has been playing with her for how long, and you don't talk about her."

"Birds."

It was Bird's father who said with a straight face: "Stop playing, it's not good for your eyes."

"Humph." Xiao Feiniao didn't even look back.

Just as Father Bird was about to get angry, Mother Bird patted him on the shoulder and handed him a cup of tea, "Let her relax, it's a rare vacation."

"Just spoil her." Father Bird was also a little helpless.

Mother Bird smiled and said nothing.

At this time, the cell phone in the pocket of the apron kept vibrating.

As she took out her mobile phone, she looked at Xiao Feiniao's shaking little head and thought, have they reconciled yet?

Brother Asuka saw that there was no way to get there from his parents, so he had no choice but to sigh, turn around, and continue to act as a tool for his teammates in the game.

Little Flying Bird moved his butt, wrinkled his nose, and said angrily: "I'll beat you to death, I'll beat you to death..."

I'll beat you to death, you stinky five o'clock.

——

"..."

At this moment, Xiang Wu was sitting in the entrance hall reading a book.

As she stood up, she rubbed her nose to stop her desire to sneeze.

It was already late in the afternoon and her butt was a little painful from sitting on the floor for a long time. She would occasionally get up and move around like this.

I have read "The Postman Always Rings Twice" almost a day later and I have read less than a third of it.

She would also wonder whether she spent more time sitting here reading, or whether she spent more time staring at the key left by Nishino behind the door.

She couldn't be sure, because the speed of time between the two events seemed to be very different. Sometimes, she would find that more than half an hour had passed in just a blink of an eye.

Wu Geng rubbed his cheeks and thought of Xiao Feiniao inexplicably. His current appearance seemed not much different from hers.

"It's not good to be autistic like a little flying bird..." she murmured.

Then the cell phone left in the bedroom rang, and I hurriedly ran over. It was my father, calling from Wuyuan Mountain.

"dad?"

"...It's nothing. It's just that you haven't contacted me for a while. I'm here to ask about the situation."

Yuan Shan's voice over there was as usual, and there was an inexplicable sense of peace and stability. The frizz in Wu Geng's heart gradually receded. She sat on the edge of the bed and lay down directly, thinking that they really were a father and daughter.

"Sorry, Dad, I forgot. Recently...there have been a lot of things."

"It's okay, I just want to hear your voice."

Wu Geng smiled and said, "I never noticed you being so pretentious before, Dad. Is it because you feel uncomfortable living in a foreign country?"

"It's pretty good here, and my boss takes good care of me. But we used to talk on the phone once a week, and suddenly we stopped talking. I always felt that something was missing in my heart." Yuan Shan's voice didn't sound irritable.

"I can see your messages online and know that you are very busy there. So I just want to check the situation. If it's okay, I won't disturb your rest."

"Wait a minute." Wu Geng suddenly said before hanging up over there.

"Huh? What's wrong?"

Wu Geng opened her mouth, but didn't say a word for a long time. She wanted to say that she wanted to say that her father's life experience was far broader than her own, so he would definitely be able to give more constructive opinions about the things that had troubled her recently.

But she didn't know where to start, and she was secretly resisting.

How will your father's attitude change after knowing this?

The more she thought about it, the more frightened she became. She had predicted the reaction of the outside world countless times. Her acceptance of Wu Geng, her acceptance of Nishino, and her attitude toward the two girls who ignorantly broke into an indescribable world.

This almost became her nightmare day and night.

In the past, Wugeng didn't care what other people thought of her, but now she has to care about what the outside world thinks in order to protect the people she likes.

She was silent for a long time, and Yuan Shan did not interrupt on the other end of the receiver.

"... Xiaohe is living a good life in Tokyo," Wu Geng said, "Dad, don't worry. That's what I want to say."

"That's it."

She seemed to be able to see Yuan Shan nodding in the middle of the night. She bit her lower lip and said, "I'm dead. Dad, remember to take care of yourself over there."

Then she threw her hand aside, kicked off her slippers in frustration, and curled up as much as possible on the bed.

Just sleep like this until tomorrow, she thought.

——

On the other side, far away in the distant mountains of China, I looked at the phone that had been hung up and frowned for a long time.

In every previous phone call, Wu Geng had acted very maturely. As a father, of course he could tell that his daughter was just pretending to be mature. She had never experienced any storms, even if the distant mountains gave her enough freedom and space to grow.

Wu Geng likes reading and rarely participates in some practical activities. His understanding of the world is also biased toward idealism. Once he hits a nail in reality, he either retreats and escapes, or he bends his neck and bends the nail.

Yuan Shan was afraid that she would get caught up in her own little emotions, and the silence during the call also made him quite concerned.

After thinking about it, I dialed the number on my phone.

Soon the other party was connected.
Chapter completed!