Ms. Morita and Mr. Atobe

As the days counted down, Morita just called and told the store that he had something to do at home, so he wanted to resign.The store manager over there hesitated and finally agreed.Morita felt that it was a pity that he had a good relationship with the store manager. They were very good before, but when they left, they were unhappy.

But Morita was really embarrassed to apologize, and then stubbornly felt that he had done nothing wrong, so there was no need to do this.

What Morita didn't expect was that in the afternoon, Xiao Yuan from the store would come to see him.

"It is said that you are leaving. The store manager asked me to come and see you. By the way... come to apologize."

The store manager, the old man, was so impressed that Morita was completely stunned, and when he saw Xiaoyuan standing awkwardly, Morita immediately greeted, "Please come in."

This is also the reason why Xiaoyuan or the store manager really understands that Morita has no need to work at all.At first, he didn't know where Morita lived, but now, after knowing it, he knows what the gap is.

Seeing that Xiaoyuan was a little restrained, Morita smiled and went to pour tea.

At this time, what to say is very subtle.Morita easily intervened in their lives. At this time, everyone only knew, and what they had never known, Morita well.

I don’t know if it’s because Morita always has a kind of ability to deal with it calmly no matter where she is, so people have the illusion that she actually lives here, so every time she can win the trust of others more easily, and then when she becomes a part of other people’s lives, And of course left.

Xiaoyuan himself didn't know why he felt a little unspeakably sad, but he probably felt a little bit that the woman with a very gentle smile in front of him didn't really integrate herself into the group, or she didn't You know, the resistance.

Silent children are mostly sensitive, even with such awareness, Xiao Yuan would not feel that Morita's behavior was wrong, or feel sad because of it.Everyone has a different personality and a different life situation.I have never felt that what must be done, or what is the right way, as long as I live comfortably.

Morita didn't notice Xiaoyuan's psychology, but was a little embarrassed, "I didn't expect that the store manager would ask you to come here."

I didn't expect that the person who came was someone I had been ignoring all along.

Xiaoyuan smiled, then shook his head, "Morita has helped the store a lot, and he has worked very hard."

At the beginning, Morita only knew that Xiao Yuan was the one who came to the store before him, but he didn't know what Xiao Yuan did, and he didn't know when he left, so he was a little embarrassed, "Xiao Yuan is a high school student, right?"

The girl froze for a moment, then covered her lips and smiled, "Is Miss Morita complimenting me?"

"Are you already a college student?" Morita also smiled, "Then it happens to be about the same age as Li Liang."

In fact, there is no special meaning in itself, but only Li Liang is a university student among the people I know, and Xiao Yuan seems to know him, and wants to liven up the atmosphere, but unexpectedly, the girl froze, and then nodded, " Yes."

Such a pause reminded Morita that in the store that day, Xiaoyuan rarely argued for others, and Morita also froze.

"Men from the Li family will only fall in love with women from the Li family." Morita remembered Luo Xiaokai's words beyond this age group.

So, with uncertainty and tentativeness, "Li Yuan?"

State your conjectures like this.

The girl was not as fragile as she imagined, she just smiled and nodded, "It's already in the past, these complicated relationships."

"The store manager...?" Morita tilted his head, which attracted the girl's chuckle.

"It's not, it's as if all the tragic people in the Li family are here." It was Morita's unexpected relaxed tone, "Actually, this kind of thing is not as sad as imagined. For strangers, at the beginning It’s a little bit of hard work, but then it’s doable.”

"We don't only like one person in our whole life, but sometimes we have to choose someone we can like." The girl still looked timid, but what she said made Morita stunned.

"Choose someone you can like?" Isn't it a bit shameless to say that.

Xiaoyuan curled his lips, "I feel that Miss Morita doesn't understand better than me. In fact, as long as you get to know each other slowly, even people who have friction can get along well. Those who miss it can only become memories. They are memories. , when you touch it, you will find that it is not as beautiful as you imagined."

It was simply a decisive decision that was much crueler than Morita himself.

"But, it's not easy." Even after making such a choice.

Morita knows a little bit, such a mentality, such a strong and strong sad.

"No, because we will all be happy." The girl shook her head. "Thinking about it this way, one day, when we meet again, we can say hello peacefully. You won't feel tired."

See you again.

"I, will not go back to country R."

Is there really another time?

"It will always pass, whether you like it or not."

"Really," Xiao Yuan shook his head, "Suddenly said a lot of bad things, sister Morita, don't take it to heart."

"Where, you can say this, it has helped me a lot."

And after that?Morita finally stopped being bored in the room, but walked around outside.

Every road, every step, is a memory worth cherishing.When I return to this place again, it will not be Ms. Morita, but will be called another name.

It's good, these will be the bits and pieces that will be told to young people in the future, and Morita is carefully remembering and taking pictures with the camera.

In the not hot early summer, lush plants, every shot has infinite vitality and vitality, infinite possibilities.

A young couple embarrassedly asked Morita if he could take a photo of himself. Morita smiled, took the mobile phone handed over by the other party, and saw the sweet smile in the camera.

It's all beautiful, those depressive emotions that make people breathless, those sad and heart-wrenching feelings, will pass by little by little, and become beautiful memories with a little bit of sourness.

Taking a deep breath, he responded to the young couple's thanks, and Morita continued to move forward.

See playful puppies chasing and a mother dog watching over her precious ones.

The mother who carefully taught her daughter to walk by her hand, and the young father who carried the child to buy balloons.

The old man pushing his wife's wheelchair, and the old woman smiling at her grandson.

Those, so many, beautiful things are waiting for us.

Those, so many, the future, are preparing to choose.

Stuck in a small room, only seeing you in front of you, what are you doing.

Morita took a deep breath, and then felt that it should be beautiful, and all the memories here are beautiful.

A teahouse stands in front of you, with a big sign, its name "Non-stop", which will never stop, time and future.

Finally, people do not know, smile.

I want to record it, and even if I have a chance, I must see it again.

The beauty here.

And the stories that happened must be remembered. They are all memories worthy of my gratitude.

Here, there are naughty, cute, reckless, and coquettish girls; here, there are mature, helpless boys who cry silently.

Here, there are teenagers with bad personalities, proud and conceited, and nice voices; here, there are shy, cowardly, strong-hearted girls who swallow sadness and smile.

Here, there is also the old store manager who is a stubborn watcher, and, and... Finally, a man who intends to stay with his memory.

Morita finally faced up to his growth, and admitted that he was a respectable man whom he had begun to look up to.

And finally, hearing with my own ears those emotions that hadn't been said in years.

Those fragility that make people feel like they are about to cry.

These will become Morita's secrets, and then buried.

But it's something to be grateful for.

Never, I regret meeting you, even if we will see you again in the end.Also, very happy.

meet.

very grateful.

When it was finally time to board the plane, Morita got up from the waiting seat and walked in.

When the plane took off, Morita glanced at this land with memories.

Finally, as it should be, I didn't wait for that figure.

Aoki is really as good as he promises, he will never lie to Moritai, and he will complete all tasks perfectly.

The woman sitting in the plane suddenly lowered her head, covered her eyes, and choked up silently.

She has never been a strong person, she has never been a firm person, so, even if she is hypocritical, even if she is considered a playboy or other things, this young boy in memory is finally leaving her own world. attitude.

He will not be alone in the end, he will follow behind him all day, and then he will be a worried and gentle boy.

How to tell him that one of the reasons why he dare not respond to him is his own cowardice, hypocrisy, and fear. He finally knows that the she he has been following is not as beautiful and perfect as he imagined. What if he is disappointed.

Finally, I won't be troubled by these things anymore, and I don't need to have my heart beat faster and act like I can't feel anything.

His kindness and kindness can finally be faced squarely.

Those small expectations that have been suppressed countless times that have been hidden in my heart have finally been seen clearly by myself.

What lies are you talking about, what excuses are you talking about.

"Hey," the trembling voice of the young man is still in the ear, "Is it because I am always by my side that I can't see it, because I always tolerate it, so I ignore it..."

It's all fake, you can see it all!

Some of the details that I have deliberately ignored are clear!

I also... I have always experienced those emotions that cannot be expressed.

Little by little, I know.

What Morita didn't care about was the empty seat in front of him.

What Morita, who was crying so hard, couldn't see, even if she no longer suppressed it, she couldn't see, and still couldn't see, those emotions that were really hidden in the depths.

I only touched Morita a little, and I was so strong that I flinched, so I never told you, the truth.

Watching the plane take off, to an altitude never seen again.The man standing on the ground slowly put the ticket in his hand into his pocket.

When those Moritas took a camera and recorded this land, there were also people who did not record the scenery, just because you were the only scenery in their eyes.

He sees your struggle, your growth, your smile.

He finally walked out of your world, but he still locked his own world tightly.

The photo of the girl staring at the teahouse sign in a daze, the plane ticket to the homeland, and the pot of saxifrage were placed on the balcony.

Because the plants exposed to the sun looked dry, but the owner insisted on putting them there.

The saxifrage that is often planted in the church, two completely unrelated stories, "persistence" and "love".

The love that can never see the light, with a hint of piety, no matter how long it lasts... it will not blossom and bear fruit, it is just a clump of lush greenery.

Finally no longer delusional.

wrong.

The author has something to say: So, I finally returned to China, and I really want to give myself a thumbs up for not delaying the plot, hahaha!

Uncle~ Kamoang~