The fields of autumn, the village of fortune

After returning home, Miwako explained to Yukimura's mother what happened this afternoon.After hearing this, Yukimura Hideko didn't say a word, she just curled Yuki's shofar braid with her fingers.

Mei Hezi sighed from the bottom of her heart: This is the first time she has made her mother-in-law angry since she passed the door.I don't know if she will be bored and silent, or she will reprimand herself directly.Thinking about it, Miwako quickly knelt down on the carpet, bowed vigorously to Xiuzi, and apologized:

"I'm sorry, mother, it's all my fault. I didn't take good care of Yuki and shouldn't have taken her to the hospital."

"It's not your fault, Miwako. Get up, it's not your fault." Hideko said, her voice was soft and gentle, as if she was comforting Miwako just now.

Miwako raised her head slightly in surprise, and saw Yuki who was already asleep in her mother's arms, twisting her body unconsciously.Hideko patted Yuki's pouting buttocks, and said:

"Although I'm very reluctant, Yuki still has to grow up. Miwako, come, help me carry this little fat pig back to her pigsty."

Miwako looked up and saw that Hideko's thin arms were tightly wrapped around Yuki's chubby body.

This is the mother of the Son of God.Miwako sighed, stretched out her hands, sharing half of the weight.

"Miwako, why don't you come back so early today, why don't you just rest at home for a night. Yingji can deliver Jingshi's dinner." Gently closing the door of Yuki's bedroom, Hideko turned around and said to Miwako .

"No, mother. I'd better take dinner to the hospital. Auntie Rojojo can relax for the night. Besides, I haven't told Yukimura-kun yet about sending Yuki back."

"That's good. I'm sorry for you." Xiuzi smiled and nodded.

After Miwako ate dinner early at home, she rushed to the hospital with the food box.On the bus, Miwako supported the food box on her lap, watching the hanging handrails swinging along with the bus.She suddenly had an urge to tell Yukimura about Xiongzhi, she had to tell Yukimura that he had collapsed in despair because he might not be able to play tennis anymore, so he gave up his neglected wish and seriously drew a picture for Xiongzhi. It has since been impossible.He will never have the chance to make up for this regret.But when everything around him keeps happening and moving forward, he has been indulging in the obsession that if he can't play tennis, he will die.

After entering the ward, I saw Yukimura sitting by the window, frowning slightly, fiddling with the few French poetry collections in his hands, but he didn't intend to read them.Seeing Miwako come back, Yukimura smiled, and seeing the food box in Miwako's hand, he smiled and said:

"Why did you play for so long? Did you meet Aunt Liujo on the road? Did Yuki go back with her?"

Miwako only smiled lightly, and answered "Yes." Then she put the food box on the table, arranged the food skillfully, handed the chopsticks to Yukimura, and said, "Let's eat first, it's not good if the miso soup is cold." gone."

Yukimura intuitively felt that Miwako was a bit weird, but he didn't think about it for a while, and enjoyed the fragrant white rice and grilled octopus with the hot miso soup.

"Actually, this afternoon, I sent Yuki back first."

Yukimura froze for a moment, and stopped wiping his mouth with the napkin in his hand. "What's wrong?" Yukimura frowned and asked, "You're a little weird too."

"Yukimura-kun, do you still remember Yuichi?"

"Ah?" Yukimura was surprised by Miwako's question, "Of course I remember, Yuichi, I still owe him a painting. Oh, you met him today, right? Did he mention this to you? Don't worry, I will definitely Will be as soon as possible..."

"It's too late." Miwako interrupted Yukimura suddenly.

Yukimura looked at Miwako in surprise.

"No more chance. Yukimura-kun, there is no more chance."

"Miwako, what are you talking about..."

"Xiong Zhi is dead."

Yukimura choked suddenly, the unfinished words stuck in his throat, staring at Miwako in disbelief.

"Just at noon today."

Miwako didn't want to give Yukimura time to breathe, and she really had a lot to say at the moment. During this time, all thoughts rushed to her throat, scrambling to express:

"Perhaps when Xiongzhi was on the verge of death, he had long forgotten that painting. But that was also an idea, a plan of yours. Before, you thought it was easy to get compared with the great tennis. But just because you can no longer play tennis And when it is extremely sad and decadent, the regret of a painting is a foregone conclusion.

For a long time, you have been single-mindedly saddened and happy for tennis.If you can't play tennis in the future, you will feel that the lucky and successful operation is no different from a failure, and you will deny Dr. Fujimoto's efforts and mother's prayers.So have you these days of rehab, with all your outlooks ebbing and flowing from "hopefully fully recovered" to "may not be able to play tennis in the future".With tennis, everything goes smoothly; without tennis, nothing catches the eye.

This is terrible, Yukimura-kun!A small tennis ball will move your whole body with a single stroke.Doctor Fujimoto said that you can play tennis and exercise in the future.But you are still not satisfied.I really don't understand where your obsession with perfection in tennis comes from.Disease damage to your motor nerves is a given.For this flaw, you have to give up everything?

I know tennis means more to you than that.But have you ever seriously thought about and felt that tennis is really the whole meaning of your life? ! "

"Could you please go out for a while, Miwako?" Yukimura's drooping face could not be seen clearly.

Miwako felt her heart tremble and her shoulders slumped, but she got up and walked out of the ward without hesitation.Leaning against the wall of the corridor, Miwako pressed her cold hands to her hot cheeks, palms and backs, turning over and over again.

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