Miss Planeswalker, Are You Free to Fall in Love?

Not far away, a figure sat in a wheelchair with his back facing the two, with short gray hair.The palms are wide open, like a young child, grabbing something indiscriminately.

Above her head, two black and blue butterflies were circling around her.

The sun was just right, and the face of the person who illuminated it was red and hot.

"My grandma." Hiratsuka Shizuka lit a cigarette at some point, and after a long inhalation, the smoke dispersed in the garden.

The old man has a childlike face, uses both hands, and mutters in his mouth.

"Little butterfly, little butterfly..."

The nurse saw Shizuka Hiratsuka early on. Standing in the shade of a tree, she greeted her quietly and said 'shh' to her.

Mori Yuesha asked softly: "Alzheimer's disease?"

Hiratsuka nodded quietly, "She remembers things when she was a child very clearly."

"At that time, the boy next door always showed me the fireflies his father had caught, so I tortured her and asked her to take me to catch a bag too."

"As a result, the next day, she brought me back three butterflies."

"I'm happy as hell."

"She still remembers."

Immediately, the woman smiled: "But, I don't remember me."

Chapter 130 Chapter 4 The Cat

"She went out to cut her hair at three o'clock in the afternoon that day, but she hadn't come back at six o'clock in the evening."

"Later, the police found her and she said..."

"She doesn't remember where home is."

Hiratsuka Shizuka and Mori Yuesha sat on the stone bench, watching the old man not far away happily flapping butterflies.

"The condition developed rapidly. After two months, she almost lost her normal ability to live. Her intelligence almost degenerated to that of a four- or five-year-old child."

"She forgot all the people and things in the past, only remembering butterflies and that summer night..."

The woman said indifferently, and the tears in the corners of her eyes ran across her cheeks without any movement.

She calmly wiped it off with the back of her hand, turned her head, and forced a smile at Sen Yuesha.

"Sorry for wasting your time, come to accompany me, an unqualified adult."

Sen Yuesha handed her a freshly washed apple as if nothing had happened, and said in an ethereal voice, "Can I go and see her?"

After all, without waiting for an answer, the girl stood up and walked slowly towards the old man.

The old man is having fun.

She walked to the wheelchair, bent down with her hands on her knees, and looked at the old man with a smile: "Hey, what are you playing?"

The old man turned his head, saw Sen Yuesha, and then looked at the nurse: "Who are you?"

"I came to help you after being entrusted by others."

"What please, please, I don't need it, you go, you go!"

The old man yelled unhappily.

Seeing that the situation was getting out of control, the nurse was about to rush this way—but was stopped by Shizuka Hiratsuka.

"Oh, don't you want my help?"

Sen Yuesha stood up straight with a straight face, turned on her toes, and made a gesture to leave: "I am famous far and wide, and I am the best at catching butterflies!"

"You...you know how to catch butterflies?"

Although she was skeptical, there was still a hint of joy in her tone.

The old man held both hands tightly on his knees, lowered his head, and his voice was a little timid, like a child who is afraid of being scolded.

"I, I want three."

"Three? I'll catch 'em all! Three...is that enough?"

Mori Yuesha waved her small hand and clenched her fist in front of the old man, her big eyes were extremely convincing.

"Three, three! Three is enough! Enough, I will give...I will give..."

"Who am I going to give..."

"I catch butterflies, catch butterflies...to whom?"

The old man murmured, and turned his head dullly to look at Sen Yuesha, his cloudy eyes were disappointed and sad: "Who should I give the butterfly to?"

Sen Yuesha grinned, and her little white teeth 'knocked' bit twice: "Who knows? I also occasionally forget important things, but do you still want the butterfly?"

"If you don't want me to go!"

"Yes! I want! Three!"

The old man raised his hands in a well-behaved manner like a child, and sat upright obediently.

Sen Yuesha walked around behind the wheelchair and pushed her towards the place where the butterflies were flying.

"Here, look, is this blue-black one, or pink-black one?"

"Blue and black!"

"no problem!"

The girl supported the wheelchair with her left hand, and reached into the air with her right hand—as if picking a leaf that was within reach, she lightly pinched the fluttering butterfly wings and brought it back to her palm from the air.

"Da da! How is it?"

Snapped!Snapped!Snapped!

The old man clapped his hands excitedly, his mouth grew big, and he made a sound of 'ahhhhh'.

"Hahaha! Another one?"

"Come again! Come again!"

Hiratsuka looked at it and cried.

"Is she this happy every day?"

The nurse shook her head: "Sometimes I will suddenly remember something and ask me. Sometimes I am so confused that I don't even know why I am in a wheelchair..."

Sen Yuesha let the butterfly fly, held it in her hands, and circled around the wheelchair.The old man narrowed his eyes, watching the girl and the butterfly go round and round.

"She likes you."

Hiratsuka stood behind Mori Yuesha, looking at her grandma, her eyes were red.

"Who doesn't like me?" Sen Yuesha smiled and released the butterfly, "Grandma's voice is very nice, is she a singer?"

"When I was young..."

Shizuka Hiratsuka rubbed her phone: "It's a musical actor."

musical?

Shizuka Hiratsuka swiped open the phone, and after a few operations on the screen, she rattled up the volume.

"Have you heard it? Grandma recorded it when she was young."

"Perhaps people of your generation rarely listen to these things?"

In the loudspeaker, there was a burst of metal bumping and whispering, and then walked away.

Soon, the melodious melody slowly flowed out, and the deep tenor of the classic cello advanced layer by layer.

The familiar music made Mori Yuesha close her eyes slightly, humming like a kitten in her throat.

The accompaniment went on for a long time, until Sen Yuesha strolled under an old tree with her hands behind her back, and the young voice in the speaker spoke calmly.

Mixed with the magnificent records spanning many years, Mori Yuesa also hummed along in a low voice...

Midnight

(midnight)

not a sound from the pavement

(the street is silent)

Has the moon lost her memory?

(Has the moon lost its memory?)

The old man took his eyes off the butterfly and listened to the melodious voice in a daze, as if the 'charming cat' had reappeared in her dream.

The lights are so hot, and the face is covered with thick and heavy makeup.

Her body is coordinated and elegant, and in the silent audience, she let all eyes follow her movements to her heart's content.

The heartbeats of the audience fluctuated, all written in their expressions when they were young.

Memory

(Memories)

all alone in the moonlight

(Lonely in the moonlight)

I can smile at the old days

(I can dream of times gone by)

I was beautiful then

(Back then, life was so good)

Under the amazed eyes of the nurse, the old man slowly raised his arms, and moved clumsily with the singing——

Although that range is not as good as that of normal people, let alone those young and flexible dancers.

However, when a person dances in memory, there is no standard of good or bad.

The singing gradually progressed.

Sen Yuesha's voice spread out and gradually overwhelmed the ambiguous and poor-quality recordings, like the morning mist, wanting people to reach out and touch.