[Comprehensive] collapse this little thing

"He seems to be my father."

Sakura Satsuma bowed her head and knelt in front of the marble tombstone, on which was engraved in beautiful cursive script: "primeval·Xingping spring water".In the black-and-white photo frame, the young man had a warm expression. After careful identification, Sigang Mudiao admitted that his eyebrows and eyes were indeed somewhat similar to this girl.

"What a pity."

What the teacher once said seems to be still in my ears: "That guy finally chose to commit suicide—it's a pity that this excellent personality, if I can use it, I can truly achieve invincibility."

What did he say?

Ah, right.

At that time, he echoed blankly: "Ah, that's really a pity."

Sigang Muhang suddenly felt a little stuck in his heart.

"Well, for this kind of thing, I called you out, senior..."

Sakura Mikan earnestly worshiped, bowed his forehead to the ground, and then stood up again, patted the dust on his skirt, and turned over his backpack again.

So, under the stunned eyes of Shikuraki, Sakura Mikan took out a picnic cloth mat, and then took out three boxes of bento, and several cans of orange juice. It seemed that they were going to have a picnic on the spot.

Wait, picnic?it's here?Forget it in the cemetery, in front of his father's tombstone?

Sigang Muhang began to doubt whether he had stayed in the enemy alliance for too long without asking about world affairs, and there was some discrepancy between the progress of this world and what he knew.

Since when did picnics with tombstones become popular in this era? !

When he was stunned, Sakura Mikan had already skillfully helped to open the bento box.Xiao Erli gave a very cooperative "wow" - in the exquisitely made bento box, the rice balls were neatly stacked on one side, and on the other side were common dishes such as omelets and grilled octopus sausages, although they are not the best. Spring is the deadline for tasting, but the tempura of sakura shrimp is still fried very well, and people can't help but move their index fingers when they see it.

"I think...it must be very lonely for a person to stay here for so many years."

Sakura Mikan looked at Shikuraki seriously, his expression was very similar to the young man in the black and white photo: "Before I came, I asked many old friends of my father's life, and they all said that although my father usually does not take the initiative to stir up topics , but in fact, he is a very lively person. He often watches the crowds when they have a group dinner, and finally takes charge of sending drunk friends home one by one."

"So I was wondering... would this scene make him happier than a simple worship."

This statement by Sakura Mikan stunned Shigaraki; the concept of father is nothing more than a biological symbol to him. If he really wants to get to the bottom of it, it may be the source of the nightmare One——The teacher once stroked his hair patiently, repeating over and over again in a not-so-gentle tone, "It's not your fault."

The runaway personality, the death of your parents, and even the instability of your personality... none of this is your fault.If it is necessary to believe that something or someone is wrong, then probably it is a mistake in the world based on relying on heroes, where everyone focuses their attention on heroes.

He turned his attention to the bento box again.Unlike the self-heating bento he ate at the last sports festival, the bento that Sakura Satsuma brought out today was obviously carefully prepared.Whether it is the presentation or the delicacy of the food, the whole bento box exudes the unique liveliness and vitality of girls of this age.He paused in his thoughts, and took out the first rice ball from the lunch box.

"This bento is my masterpiece!"

Sakura Mikan was obviously very confident, and proudly puffed up her chest to Xiaoeri and Shigaraki: "Although I also used some of Xiaoimai's portable equipment, but... But in the end, I made it seriously by myself!"

Little Eri had already bitten into the bento bite by bite, showing a satisfied and happy expression while chewing, Shigaraki looked at the little ghost who had lost his vigilance in the food, and then looked down at the bento in front of him again box, stretched out two fingers to pick up a rice ball, and took a bite.

Hmm... Ordinary, the taste of homemade rice balls.The enemy alliance is not short of money, or the teacher has left enough operational funds for them to use. Living in a somewhat secluded bar takes into account the concealment of the organization, but it is not too expensive for daily food and clothing. Savings—that is to say, whether they order takeout or eat out, the standard of food they eat is very good.

However, there still seems to be something different.

Meat floss is wrapped in rice balls, and white sesame seeds are sandwiched in the rice used to wrap the meat floss.Although it is an "ordinary handmade rice ball", it can already be seen how hard the maker put it.Sakura Mikan looked expectantly at "Senior Shibamura": "How? What do you think?"

This kind of "someone is waiting for the evaluation of food" this kind of plot that only happens in the book suddenly appeared in life, which made him feel a little caught off guard.

Not far away, on the tombstone of the hero Permiville, the young man in the black-and-white photo looked scorching, as if seeing through everything, and gave himself a gentle smile.

Sigangmu took several mouthfuls of rice balls in a row, staring at the photo on the tombstone and swallowing them in one gulp. The feeling of rice piled up in his throat made him suddenly feel... a little choked.

"Pfft, Senior Chai Village...Senior Chai Village?"

Sakura Mikan sneered: "Senior, you don't have to worry too much about eating. No one will grab it from you."

While laughing, he handed over a glass of orange juice.The orange liquid in the thermos is the same hair color as the tangerine hair, and Nikanaki pinches the lid of the thermos cup used to hold the orange juice with four fingers, and his face is faintly reflected on the surface of the orange juice Come.

The discomfort in his throat prevented him from thinking more, and he picked up the cup and drank it down.

Sakura Mikan also picked up a piece of egg roll, and while eating, he looked at Shigaraki: In the past few meetings, I always felt that my senior was a cold and unsmiling person. Although he had a strong personality and saved himself at a critical moment, he could He never said a single word when he was not talking, and this kind of indifference was also reflected in the chat records where he cherished words like gold, but... looking at it now, he was actually a bit childish.

Just like Ko Imai, who is serious no matter how you look at it, but he will show a certain degree of childishness in some trivial matters.

This little discovery made her roll her eyes with a smile.

"I have been living with my grandfather in the countryside of Kansai since I was a child."

After completely relaxing himself, Sakura Mikan spoke with a slight Kansai accent: "When I was young, I also thought about what my father would look like. At that time, I guessed that it might be a policeman who died in the line of duty. I have seen many After reading the storybook, I also felt that it might be a bosozoku with complicated emotional experiences, because of various reasons, I had no choice but to entrust it to my grandfather in the country..."

Sakura Mikan nonchalantly talked in front of her own father's tombstone about the plays she made up when she was a child: "Little Imai even laughed at me, saying that my thoughts at the time were definitely because I played too much. But at the time I thought about it so much There are many possibilities, I didn't expect it to be the most incredible kind... Dad, he is a hero."

Sakura Mikan said softly: "He is a hero who has saved many people despite his short career."

The autumn wind blows through the silent cemetery, and the maple leaves fall on his shoulders.Shikura Muhang didn't move his body, and sat quietly beside Sakura Mikan, trying his best to keep his expression from collapsing too badly—whenever he mentioned the topic of heroes, he instinctively felt like vomiting, even if Just chanting the word "hero", I feel that an unknown fire can rise in my heart.

But... why?

He picked up a piece of grilled octopus sausage and put it into his mouth: he always felt something strange.

Since when did the word hero become a taboo for oneself, and when did the mention of this word cause physical disgust?

Suddenly he finds...

It seems that there is something important, like gravel in the palm of the hand, passing through the fingers, unstoppable and untraceable.

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