"Net King" when Sanada is in love

Light rain began to fall outside the window, stirring up the smell of country dust; Hanawa closed the paper door and got up to go upstairs.

Sanada Yuto was lying sadly on the corridor on the second floor, holding in his arms the red children's tennis racket given by his father Genichiro on his birthday, "It's raining, I wanted to go to practice."

Misaki stepped forward to rub Masata's soft short black hair, "Then Yuto, go take a nap, the rain will stop in the afternoon."

"Well," Yuuto nodded obediently, "Didn't my mother tell me the story of the samurai adventure last night? It's not finished yet, I want to continue listening."

"Of course." Hanawa squatted down and pinched his tender cheeks with a smile, "Where did we talk yesterday?"

Pushing open the door, Sanada Xingchen saw her brother lying on the mat and listening to her mother babbling about flower wheel bedtime fairy tales; she quietly climbed in and dragged out her ghost puppet, and carried it into the The attic of the old house.

It's midsummer now, and Sanada and Hanawa take their children back to Sanada's hometown to escape the summer heat.

Xingchen has always regarded the attic as her secret base. She walked around the pile of sundries on the ground to the corner by the window, took out a mat from her side and spread it on the floor, and then lazily fell asleep on it.

The weather was a bit stuffy, Xingchen opened the small window, took out a miniature electric fan from his schoolbag, and brought out a photo, the rain from outside the window floated in and stained the side face of the young boy in the photo.

This is something that my mother put in the middle of the wallet. After she found it inadvertently, Xingchen thought it was very interesting, so she stuffed it into her small bag curiously, and was going to ask her father.

"SANADA&MISAKI" is written on the back of the photo. Because of the age, there is only a faint mark left.

"Xingchen, have you come here again?" The door of the attic was pushed open, and a tall figure squeezed in. "Dad, you came just in time~" Xing Chen raised his little hand, "Come and see this!"

Sanada walked over to her daughter and sat down cross-legged.

"Is that you in this photo?" Xingchen blinked his big dark blue eyes curiously, and huddled next to Sanada, "You're so young."

Taking a closer look, the boy with a black peaked cap and immature silhouette was exactly himself in his childhood.

"It was when I was in my teens. Where did you get this photo?" Sanada asked in a low voice, stroking the handwriting belonging to the flower wheel on the back of the photo with his fingers.

"It's in the middle of mom's wallet." Suddenly finding something exposed, Xingchen stuck out her tongue and looked at Sanada obediently, "Is it mom's sneak shot~ Daddy, tell me about when you were young, nie?"

Sanada rubbed her daughter's chestnut curly hair, "It's a thing of the past..."

Memories flowed quietly in his eyes.

After seeing the photos, Sanada had many memories that instantly came alive.

He suddenly and slowly remembered something about his wife Hanawa.

In the second year of junior high school, Grandpa Sanada's former students invited Sanada's family to Hokkaido for vacation. The kindness was hard to turn down. In addition, my grandfather admired this proud disciple very much, so the family started a short trip to Hokkaido.

On the second day after arriving there, Grandpa Sanada took Genichiro Sanada, grandparent and grandson, to visit a nearby shrine.

The sky in the summer evening is always so beautiful that it makes people cry. The sunset glow is gorgeous and picturesque, and the setting sun casts a golden veil on everything; There is still a little bit of heat, and there are still bursts of cicadas spreading among the trees.

Many old people in yukata strolled slowly with fans, or gathered in twos and threes to solve the lottery. Grandpa Sanada sat under a big tree and played chess with a monk. Sanada turned around and went around the back of the shrine In the grove, Sanada saw from a distance a girl in uniform praying with hands devoutly, walking slowly step by step.

Glancing at the small shrine at the end of the steps, Sanada secretly thought, when should the girl go.

I heard people from the older generation say that if you pray like that, your wishes will come true, and it is easy to get good luck and get a good lottery.

For the first time, he saw someone follow suit.

The sun was about to set, and the night came up from the other side of the sky, the residual heat began to dissipate, and the gentle evening wind caressed the face, which was very comfortable.

The chess game was very exciting. Grandpa Sanada and the monk agreed to fight again tomorrow.Genichiro Sanada withdrew from the chess game. While his grandfather was chatting with his opponent, he couldn't help strolling to the back mountain again. When he looked up, the girl was no longer there.

It should be a good sign.

"Xianichiro, let's go." Grandpa beckoned him to leave, Sanada pressed his hat and followed in his grandfather's footsteps.When the grandfather and grandson walked to the small path in front of the shrine, Grandpa Sanada realized that he had forgotten something, so he turned back alone.Sanada stretched out his hand to catch the firefly while waiting for his grandfather to return.

The sound of hurried footsteps came from behind, and the girl's soft and waxy voice was tinged with anxiety: "Oh! It's so late, ah, I have to go back quickly—"

Sanada cooperatively took a step aside, but was still rubbed by the girl inadvertently. When the palm was released, the firefly broke free and was reflected on the girl's apologetic face.

"Ah, sorry, your firefly ran away."

With a white shirt and a dark green skirt, Sanada recognized her as the pious praying girl.

"It's ok."

The girl smiled gratefully at him, turned around and ran all the way, gradually walking away.

I vaguely heard her companion anxiously calling her "misaki"... and the girl responded loudly: "nie~ I'm very lucky, I got a lottery on one—"

The rain stopped outside the window.

Sanada lowered his head and found that at some point, the little girl had fallen asleep while listening to it. She was lying softly in Sanada's arms, and the sunlight came in through the small window and sprinkled on the broken hair on her forehead.

Sanada gently hugged Xingchen and walked towards the room.

Pushing open the door, the quiet room only hears the crackling sound of the electric fan blowing up the air. Hanawa fell asleep with her arms around Sanada Yuto; Tremble slightly.

This scene made Sanada's chest feel infinitely soft. He held the old photos, and the past was picturesque in his mind.

"Sanada-kun, I believe you can surpass Tezuka." He thought of some strange little girl who ran away from home when he was 11 years old.

"I got the lottery." On the steps outside the shrine, a simple girl foolishly prayed for blessings.

"Sanada-kun, I want to give you a gift. It's a token. The gods will protect you." The idiot girl who only stared at him followed closely.

Dear misaki.

Putting Xingchen carefully beside Yuuto to sleep, Sanada tenderly watched the beautiful flower wheel, and kissed gently.

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The post-marriage episode of Zhenpai and Hualun is here. I originally planned to spoil the name of Sanada’s little baby in the new article. Tomorrow, I will open a new pit ([wangwang] reversed), the story of Hualun’s friend Matsuda Cabbage, Everyone is welcome to continue to watch Al tell stories.