Cherish the time

Shindo Hikaru, 12 years old this year, is a sixth-year student at Hasase Elementary School.

Because the sociology test only scored eight points.

Now, penniless.

So he dragged his childhood sweetheart Akira Fujisaki into his grandfather's storage room, trying to find some good things that could be sold.

After several minutes of rummaging through boxes and cabinets, he finally found the valuable item of his dreams - a dusty Go board.

"Hey." He excitedly got the chessboard out of a pile of debris and placed it in a slightly wider position.

"Ah, I've seen this thing before." Akira Fujisaki bent down and looked it over. "It's a backgammon board."

"Fool! This is a Go board!" Shindo Hikaru blew the dust off the board, "This thing is very old, probably used by grandpa before." He picked it up and looked at the bottom, "Recently, old fashioned This stuff will definitely sell for a good price.”

"Can you sell it without authorization?" Fujisaki was a little worried.

"It doesn't matter." Shinto smiled, picked up a rag and wiped it, "But this chessboard is so dirty, I can't clean it no matter how I wipe it."

"Huh? Where? Isn't this pretty clean?" Akira Fujisaki sat next to the chessboard, stretched out his fingers and tapped a little on the surface of the chessboard.

"Here."

"where?"

"Here!" Shindo poked the stained place with some force.

"Did you see it? 』A soft male voice sounded.

"I said I saw it a long time ago!"

"can you hear my voice? 』

"Hey—?" Shinto Hikari felt a little uncomfortable.

"Did you hear my voice?" 』

"I really can't see any dirty place..." Akira Fujisaki complained, pouted, but saw Shinto standing up and shouting loudly, "Who is hiding in this room? Who is it? Is it Grandpa? Don't hide your head and show your tail, come out faster!"

"Don't talk nonsense! Xiaoguang...don't say such scary words!" Fujisaki Akira, whose scalp was numb, also stood up, "I...I'll go first..."

"found it…"

"I finally found it! 』

"Almighty God, thank you. 』

A figure with black hair and white clothes appeared on the chessboard.

"Damn—!" Shinto, who was so frightened that his brain short-circuited, didn't even have the consciousness to escape.

"I'm finally—"

"again…"

"Back to the world—"

The white-clothed ghost closed his eyes with emotion, and then, Shindo Hikari felt a pain in his head, and fell down uncontrollably.

There was a muffled "thump".

Akira Fujisaki, who had already started going down the stairs, looked back reflexively, and saw his childhood sweetheart fainted on the ground, and recalled the scary words he said before, and immediately shouted, "Grandpa! Little Halo fall down!"

……

"Who are you?What are you doing in my body? 』

"Yes, I am in your thoughts. 』

"Thinking...thinking? 』

……

...

When Shinto Hikaru woke up, he found that he was sleeping on the bed of his grandfather's house when he was a child, and his grandfather was sitting next to him drinking tea with a blank face.

He was stunned for three seconds, and his first reaction was: haunted.

The second reaction was: Oh no, I'm dead too.

So he got up slowly, "Hey, grandpa, are you coming to pick me up?"

His consciousness was still in a state of confusion, he didn't realize what the cool feeling from the bamboo mat under his butt meant, he just thought that he was dead, and his grandfather who had died long ago came to pick him up.

"Pick your head!" Unexpectedly, the grandfather who was supposed to take him away slapped him on the back of the head, "You fainted in the warehouse, if you didn't come to call me, your mother would have to report you as a missing person! "

"It hurts!" He yelled reflexively, holding his head, but his heart couldn't help but pause.

...How, how could it... hurt?

He looked down sharply at his body.

This small, green, immature body...

--Ok! ?

His heart couldn't help beating violently.

"Could it be that...? 』

"What did you say? 』It was a voice that he had deliberately buried in his memory for a long time, and after decades of time, it resounded in his ears again.

He turned around with great movements, and saw the long-haired man in white standing behind him curiously, as slender and beautiful as he remembered.

On that sunny afternoon, the immature body carrying the old soul silently blushed and shed tears.

"さ...い..." (SA...I...)

Zuo Wei, who was busy rubbing his head while coaxing him, didn't know, Zuo Wei, who was around him in surprise, didn't know, even he himself didn't know, why he would die without warning on such a warm and sunny afternoon. , Just like that desperately let out a mournful cry.

It was heart-piercing, as if crying about the longing and regret of a lifetime.

After crying for about ten minutes, Shinto Hikaru barely stopped his crying, and while telling his grandfather that he was scared by the things in the warehouse, he would glance at the Dong Zhuan every few seconds. Mr. 'One Hundred Thousand Whys' who turned west.

It wasn't until Grandpa finally believed his nonsense and left him for dinner that he finally had time to be alone—no, it should be said that he finally had time to talk to a ghost alone up.

So he knelt down on the ground in a proper manner, and made a gesture of please sit down, "It's the first time we meet, please take care of me, I'm Hikari Shinto." After that, he bowed on his knees and saluted.

This is a very common etiquette, so Sakai was just stunned for a moment, and then returned a salute according to the rules, "It's the first time we meet, please take care of me, I'm Fujiwara Sakai. 』

Looking at this vivid face so close at hand, the 56-year-old Mitsu Shindo couldn't help but feel a sharp pain in his heart.

But he quickly cleared up his ups and downs, and said in a low voice with a smile.

"I know, you have a lot to tell me and a lot of questions to ask."

"But now, I want to play a game of chess with you first."