[Three-year Class E] Asagao

"It looks like it's about to fill in Chinese characters."

The boy behind him poked his head out for a while and came to the same conclusion as her.

Xingzhi carefully observed the two horizontal lines, and pursed his lips.

——What a unique style, but why are there only these few words?

There are a total of fourteen characters, divided into two sentences of seven and seven.

"Two sentences..."

She suddenly remembered that she had seen on the title page of her mother Heyin's diary, two sentences composed entirely of Chinese characters, with strong strokes but not the handwriting of a woman's mother.

Indeed, in her almost blurred memory, one of the few things she remembered about her father was that he was very interested in the culture of other countries.

After all, it was just her suspicion and speculation, and she still needed to confirm it, so she asked, "Lü, can you tell when the key was set?"

"Okay, let me take a look..." The girl displayed on the screen seemed to be looking for it, and the pages of the book she was flipping quickly made a rustle, and then she raised her head from it and gave the answer, "Well, It was four years ago."

Four years ago, the words at this time may indeed be the words left by that person.

There was a premonition that flickered in her heart, persuading her original reason.

Even she doesn't know anything else, it still urges, why don't you try it first.

He stretched out his hand and typed a few words in the input box displayed by Li Tiao, and the moment he pressed confirm, as Li Tiao exclaimed, the borders of countless files overlapped and appeared on the screen.

"Ah, it's solved!! Xingzhi thank you!!"

The key was indeed as she thought, it was that sentence with unclear meaning.

"Sure enough..." The right hand of the girl who loosened her shoulders hung to her side, her fingertips gently raised and pinched the edge of her skirt, "It's the key set by him."

With the same smile on his face, there was a little helplessness and sadness in his eyes.

If you want to know what kind of mood that person wrote the words, it seems that you don't have to study hard.

She closed her eyes and exhaled, as if she had settled her emotions, she reached out and picked up the schoolbag beside her: "It's really great to be able to help, then I'll go first."

[Stars move and things turn on and off, and youth is everywhere. 】

It is not difficult to see the author's careful thought, the whole sentence contains the names of the three brothers and sisters.

Looking at the two sentences entered by the girl on the screen, and seeing the other party's reaction from the corner of the eye, Akabane wondered who the author of these words was.

He followed the pace of the girl's departure, walking beside her.

They have always been on the same way home, but since that day, Xingzhi will stop by the hospital once a day.

As a bystander beside her, he knew logically that she was going to visit her brother who hadn't woken up yet.

For the first time, Akabane felt how difficult it was to weigh the words, but he still said: "That sentence was created because of your name, Xingzhi, right?"

"Ah? Hmm." Slightly stunned, Xingzhi then nodded, turned his face and smiled, whether it was a joke or a compliment, "Yejun really has a good mind."

"...Is it your mother's work?" After hesitating for a while, he still tentatively asked the question.

"No." Unexpectedly responded to his question straightforwardly, and the syllables uttered by the girl answered his doubts, "It was written by my father."

Her father, the former head of the Shinohara family.

That was the only one he didn't know, her family.

What no one has ever mentioned, her dearest relatives.

"..." Before Akabane had time to pick up the conversation, the phone in Xingzhi's pocket rang inappropriately.

Seemingly immersed in her own thoughts at first, the girl answered the phone as if waking up from a dream.

The shrill voice from Hejiu's excitement pierced her eardrums, and the information conveyed made her fingertips tremble slightly.

"Xingzhi? Come here quickly, Xingming...Xingming him!"

The moment Xingzhi heard that name, Xingzhi's heart rose to the throat, so the signal from the hospital was not very good, and the last half of the woman's sentence was all broken into verses.

Inexplicably, a strong worry arose, she stopped, holding the rectangular knuckles in her hands, slightly white: "Then, Yejun..."

Before she could say the last part of the sentence "I'm going first", the boy interrupted it with a smile, and he waved his hand in the girl's direction after pulling away a little.

"I know, you go."

It wasn't the playful or mischievous smile that she had seen countless times before, but the curvature of his mouth now gave her a feeling of being greatly supported, and her restless heart suddenly gained a moment of tranquility, and the rapid rhythm slowed down Some.

"……thanks."

After parting, Xingzhi started to run. Thanks to the assassination training of Class E, her physical strength has greatly increased compared to before, although she was still a little out of breath when she arrived at the hospital.

He eagerly opened the door of the single room he was familiar with, and the back figure who had been sitting by the hospital bed for a long time came into view first. The woman turned around when she heard the noise, and smiled when she saw her.

"Look, she's here when she talks about someone." She got up, as if planning to leave, "Just leave some time for you brothers and sisters, I'll go out and do some things."

She helped the girl's shoulders, and whispered in her ear: "Because I just woke up, and I still have some sequelae, but my hearing will gradually recover in the future."

Nodding silently, Xingzhi suddenly began to hesitate and dare not open the curtain in front of her. It stands to reason that she should rush over to hold Xingming and cry hard, complaining to him about the series of messy things so far and how she felt about her back then. It is not clear that he was strongly condemned for doing whatever he wanted during that period.

His reaction should be, and he would just pat her head and tolerate her behavior, but it was strange to say.

She was ecstatic when she knew he was still alive, but now she didn't know what expression she should use to face him.

I even regretted coming here in a hurry without confirmation.

Holding the somewhat rough fabric at her fingertips, she opened the curtain and approached the hospital bed. Several instruments around her were beeping, and her footsteps stopped at the end of the bed.

Looking at each other speechlessly, the girl's eyes wandered across the room, but for some reason, they never fell on the young man who was half leaning on the hospital bed.

She just stood there, biting her lower lip, like a child who has done something wrong and is at a loss in front of her parents.

"Stars, branches?"

The separation of syllables is indeed her name, and the smile in the dry and hoarse voice is indeed the tone and tone she is familiar with.

The voice fell into her ears, and the still pale face of the young man on the other side was reflected in her wide-open eyes. Seeing the smile on the other side's face, she also pulled the corners of her mouth, but she couldn't hold back the tears that gushed out like a burst bank. The warm liquid Through the gaps between the fingertips, big ones landed on the pale ground.

That is, in this world, there is only one person with the same blood as her.

She pulled it back with her own hands, brother.

Along the cold bedpost, she slid down and knelt on the ground, covering her face and crying bitterly.

It's great that he's still alive.

The girl in my memory is no longer what it used to be. The girl with long hair has begun to show the temperament of a lady in her gestures. The facial features similar to her mother's harmony are naturally indescribably beautiful and elegant.

The little princess he was born to protect has sharpened his sharp blade and become what he should have been in the time he has never participated in.

The girl's hand holding the cuff of her school uniform trembled slightly, but now she was still as helpless as when she was wronged and questioned by him.

After thinking for a long time, Xingming still called her name, even though the voice was unpleasant to his own ears.

Immediately, he saw the girl tremble, and the slender figure gradually became shorter and lower, and finally knelt on the ground at the end of his bed trembling slightly.

In a daze, Xingming remembered, how long has it been since he saw her crying last time?

My one and only sister has never shed tears when she was sick and got an injection. On the contrary, in the memory of his life with her, seeing Xingzhi's tears is really a rare event .

The last time she cried like this was because of her father's death.

It was the same as now, huddled on the ground, tears pattering down to the ground, and the only sounds she made were rapid breathing and occasional sucking sounds.

And this state can last for an extremely long time. Last time, he even suspected that she was going to cry out of breath, and walked around in worry.

To say that he doesn't feel distressed is definitely nonsense and deceit, but this time the situation is different. It seems that he is not qualified to worry about her now and go around for her.

After all, it was none other than himself who made her cry like this.

--How to do this? ? ?

For a while, Xingming's mood gradually became complicated.

Maybe she lay on the ground for a few minutes, and then there was a rustling sound above her head.

Xingzhi looked up, and just saw the scene of the young man on the bed moving towards him bit by bit, but in the next second his face was covered with something, and he even wiped it twice.

"...Hmm!!" She subconsciously reached out and grabbed the things on her face. The tissue soaked in tears and snot was easily crumpled into a ball. Xingzhi, who could imagine what she was like now, snorted in a strong nasal voice. Twice, a pair of eyes turned watery.

Seeing her helplessness, the hand stretched out in front of her meant to help her up.

Xingzhi lowered her head again, her ears were reddish, she didn't want to admit that the reason for lying on the ground was that the cold temperature stiffened her legs and feet.

Afterwards, Xingming seemed to be stunned for a moment, and her somewhat stiff hands changed direction, unsurprisingly, messing up her long hair even more.

"I'm back, Xingzhi."

The warmth surged into her heart again, she bit the corner of her mouth, but her voice couldn't stop crying: "...Welcome back."

Obviously, she wanted to say it with a smile.

In the next few days, Xingzhi went to the hospital to accompany Xingming to recover after school. On Thursday, she found a hesitant person standing in front of the ward, who was also the person she expected.

"...Kill Teacher?" She asked, deliberately lowering her voice so that the people inside would not hear, "Aren't you going in?"

"Ah, student Xingzhi, you are here." With a somewhat embarrassed look, he scratched his face with his touch/hand, and gave her half of the space, "I really don't want the students to see the teacher's appearance." Woolen cloth."

"Teacher also needs to keep learning, and this is what you told me, Mr. Kill." With the corner of his mouth raised, Xingzhi leaned forward and opened the door, turned his head and joked, "Don't worry, I won't laugh at you. "

Hearing her voice, Xingming asked in the infusion bag: "Xingzhi? Is there a guest here?"

"Well, brother, but it's not the friend I invited." She opened the curtain, and it was not difficult for her to notice the gradual subtlety of the atmosphere when the two looked at each other, but she still smiled, "It's an old friend of yours."

"...It's you, [Reaper]." It seemed a little surprised, and then the young man showed the kind of smile that Mr. Sha had seen countless times.

Seeing that they were about to start talking about the past, Xingzhi put down the schoolbag in his hand and shrugged: "You guys talk about the past slowly, I will confirm the next course of treatment with Dr. Yamamoto."

"Ah."

Watching the girl leave, as if something had eased, the conversation between the two gradually opened up.

"You really... love your sister very much."

"...She's excellent, isn't she?"

"About this point, I have seen it before."

"You are their teacher now, right? Instead of Xuecun?"

"Ah, and..."

The girl, who leaned against the wall and eavesdropped quietly, curled the corners of her mouth, and walked away quietly on tiptoe.

It was the weekend again soon, and Akabane, who had figured out how many practice questions he had to solve this time, found that he had received a letter on his phone.

What is very rare is the message from Xingzhi.

——The next Saturday, the hospital, do you want to go together?

From such sentences, he seems to be able to guess the girl's psychology when writing, she must be entangled and a little overwhelmed.

This is indeed the case, she never expected her brother Xingming to discover the existence of Akabane Ye in such a situation, and now she has a creepy feeling about her brother's ability.

Under such a last resort, she would rashly send a text message to the other party, obviously it was herself who kept him from getting involved.

This face hurts.

Just when she was expressing subtle emotions, the phone in her hand vibrated, and the other party replied very quickly.

--sure.

——Speaking of which, Nagisa and I will go to the space station tomorrow, will you come?

She looked at Xingming's infusion bag in the room and typed a few words on the keyboard.

——Well, although I don't sneak in like everyone else, I will go.

The moment she clicked send, she received another letter on her phone from Hejiu.

——Xingzhi, they agreed to what you said a few days ago.

Unconsciously raising the corners of her mouth, she smiled half-sarcastically.

My surname and identity are really useful.