[Comprehensive] The Road to Healing in the Second Late Stage

When going down the mountain, Qinghe refused other swords to give her, and only let Qingguang give it to her.

Before leaving, Qinghe stood under the eaves and stroked Wuhutui's hair reluctantly.

The little boy's face was full of reluctance, his brows were tightly wrinkled, and the tears in his eyes seemed to fall down with just a touch.

However, Qinghe pretended not to see it, bent down and looked at him, "Mr. Yiqi and other Awataguchi daggers live in the shrine, please stay with them for a while."

Wu Hutui grabbed her sleeve anxiously, his voice couldn't hide his sobs: "Master doesn't want me?"

"No, how could it be." She smiled, "Tui's brothers are all here, I just let Tui reunite with his brothers."

The boy looked at her carefully, and asked with a little expectation: "Will the master come to pick me up?"

Qinghe tilted her head and thought for a while, "I might come to pick you up when I get tired of staying at the shrine."

The boy raised a smile, nodded heavily, turned around and ran towards Yaoyan.

On the way down the mountain, neither Qinghe nor Qingguang spoke. There was only the rustling of leaves and the sound of footsteps on the mountain road. Occasionally, there were birds passing through the woods. passed away.

Halfway to the foot of the mountain, Qinghe looked sideways at the young man beside him. He was as good-looking as ever, with neatly combed hair, and the beauty mole on the corner of his mouth made him look like he was always smiling.

Although he does.

Qinghe said: "Qingguang."

The boy turned his head casually: "Huh?"

"Just send me to the foot of the mountain, and then... you can go back."

"Well——" he stopped suddenly, jumped up in shock, turned around and asked her: "Why! You don't want me yet!"

"No……"

"Little liar!" Qing Guang stared at her in disbelief, "It's strange how you suddenly think of others when you speak!"

She stopped helplessly: "Because I suddenly figured out something."

Qing Guang asked: "What?"

"Yesterday, I suddenly figured out that I'm not fit to use force. It's not fair to you or me to force you to stay. I want you to be free. Don't invest any more energy in me. It's not fair."

She raised her head, and there was water in the boy's eyes. He put his hand on her shoulder, "But I am your knife. Without you, what is the meaning of me as a sword?"

"That was in the past. Now you are Fusangshen, with a sense of independence and independence, you should no longer be controlled by others. I want you to be like Mr. Yiqi, do what you want, instead of staying by my side until I The moment of death. Sooner or later, I will grow up, and I don’t want Qingguang to take care of me all the time.” Qinghe took a deep breath, “Qingguang will not grow old, I don’t want ten or twenty years later, I will be old, but you It’s always been like this, and it makes me sad.”

As she spoke, she sighed heavily.

Qing Guang looked at her, looked at her, and suddenly laughed out of her tone, "Master, will you always like me?"

"of course."

"That's enough." He raised his head and patted her on the shoulder pretending to be generous, "My lord is very lucky that I didn't beat around the bush and say something irrelevant. I am very grateful to my lord for telling me the truth. It's decided, and I won't force it."

There was already some trembling in his tone, "My lord is a human being, and he will leave sooner or later. Instead of being reluctant at that time, it is better to keep the master-servant relationship as it is now."

Qinghe took his hand silently, but Qingguang held it instead: "There is still half the way down the mountain, let's go."

Sunny and should be good.

There is still the last step, Qingguang stopped, "I will send it here."

He lowered his head, and it took him a long time to let go of his hand, "Qinghe... as long as the shrine doesn't collapse, you can always come back."

Qinghe walked down a step earlier than him, and when she heard him speak, she turned around and looked up at him.

She gave a soft "hmm", "I'm leaving."

He wanted to turn around, but suddenly the back of his head was covered by a warm palm, and Dazai's smiling voice came from behind, "If you accidentally fall and fall, I won't take you back."

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On June [-]th, Qinghe returned to Teiko to go to school.

At noon, Momoi found her coming back to the classroom for class. In the evening, when she was doing homework, Momoi uncontrollably pounced on her, hugged her and rubbed her back and forth, almost peeling off her skin, "Where did you go, Qinghe? How come?" Haven't come to school for more than half a month? I'm so worried, but luckily you're back, otherwise I'm going to call the police."

In the past, it was just out of politeness, and she answered politely to what Momoi said.

This was the first time she felt the concern in Momoi's words, Qinghe felt like a warm stream flowing slowly in her heart, she raised her hand cautiously, and gently encircled Momoi's waist.

Qinghe comforted softly: "It's okay——I'm fine, so don't worry any more."

It took Momoi a long time to react, he covered his mouth, looked at her in surprise and joy, and when Qinghe didn't realize it, he jumped up and rubbed her like a puppy again.

Visibly more enthusiastic.

... She's really getting skinny.

In the end, it was Heizi who rescued her, "Qinghe, can you go with me to the equipment room to get the ball?"

Qinghe hurriedly responded.

On the way to the equipment room, many students who stayed at school to participate in the department activities frequently looked at Qinghe curiously. Qinghe heard them talking and expressed serious curiosity about her sudden appearance.

Heizi took the key from the teacher, opened the door and went in familiarly. Qinghe followed behind him, watching him skillfully find out three brand new basketballs.

It was just right to hold two basketballs, but the third couldn't fit in. Heizi looked at the remaining one with some embarrassment, and frowned.

Qinghe helped him pick it up, and Heizi smiled and said, "It was a great help."

She hugged the basketball tightly into her arms, lowered her eyes and said in a low voice: "...It should be me who wants to say thank you."

Heizi didn't know why.

"It's nothing." She walked to the door first, and seeing that Heizi didn't follow, she turned her head and smiled at him, "Zheye, let's go."

There were already fewer people on the way back to the gymnasium. As the evening approached, the temperature of the evening wind was much lower than that at noon. When it blew over, it was cool enough, but sweat would still break out on my body.

Heizi watched Qinghe keep fanning the air with his hands, took out a handkerchief from his pocket and handed it to her: "Is it very hot?"

"A little bit." Qinghe thanked her, took the handkerchief and wiped her cheeks, "It's only June, and the weather has suddenly become hot."

Heizi was thoughtful: "In another month, when it's summer vacation, the weather will be even hotter."

Qinghe agrees very much.

Still feeling hot, she raised her hand to gently fan the edge of her neck, walked around the corner without stopping, and unexpectedly saw Huizaki not far away.

Haizaki looked at her in disbelief, and then looked at Kuroko, both of them were holding basketballs in their arms, and Kuroko was a member of the basketball club, so it was not easy for them to walk together.

——Heizi will never be allowed to teach basketball.

To change the way of thinking, that is to say, she is also a member of the basketball team now.

The scene of Akashi persuading him to quit the club a year ago resurfaced again, and Haizaki clenched his fists between clenched teeth.

Haizaki didn't come to talk to him, but turned his head and left as if he didn't see it.

Sunny and confused.

Back at the gymnasium, Momoi was busy up and down, and finally got some time to rest. I don't know where to find a fan, and kept fanning after sitting down.

Momoi: "It's so hot."

The sound of the fan fan was louder, and the sound of "poof" and "poof" kept ringing.

Qinghe looked at her amusedly: "I feel so hot now, how can I bear it in summer vacation."

Momoi suddenly realized what she said, and put down the fan with a "click", "There will be an important competition in the second half of the year. We usually go out for training during the summer vacation. This year, we should go to a cooler place."

Qinghe didn't understand why Momoi's thinking suddenly changed so quickly. Before she could express her opinion, Momoi approached her with a smile and said, "Qinghe is also the manager, will you go to this year's summer training camp?"

In fact, the daily department work is just an obligation to participate in the club, but when a club goes out to participate in training camps, the manager who will follow it should have a good relationship with the mobilizers.

She followed, which was inappropriate no matter how you looked at it.

Qinghe asked softly, "Can I go?"

"Of course! Qinghe's cooking is super delicious!..." Momoi covered her mouth when she accidentally revealed her real purpose, "Qinghe—cough cough, Qinghe is also the manager of the basketball department, of course you can go .”

"Then I'll ask Momoi to take care of you when the time comes."

"Take care? Haruhe is out of words." Momoi suddenly frowned, "I suddenly discovered something, I called Qinghe by my first name, but Qinghe kept calling me by my surname, when can Qinghe stop being so oblivious ?”

Qinghe leaned back slightly: "Is there?"

Momoi was categorical: "Yes."

She doesn't hate Momoi, this is Qinghe's consistent perception.

Then... She tentatively opened her mouth: "...May, May."

Calling names intimately still felt weird, but Momoi laughed excitedly.

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In the blink of an eye, it was the end of June. After taking the final exam, the last summer vacation before graduating from junior high school was just around the corner. The students were so happy that they were going crazy.

Summer training is scheduled for early July.

The crisis of Buteisha was lifted, and normal work resumed from the beginning of June.

The sudden departure of Qingguang and Wuhutui made others curious, Qinghe answered truthfully, and the relationship between master and servant was terminated.

Hearing this news, Dazai showed a gratified expression of "I have a girl who has just grown up in my family", wiped away the tears that did not exist in the corners of his eyes, and cried, "My daughter has grown up!"

Rao Shiqinghe has matured quite a bit, seeing his unflattering expression, she almost couldn't hold back, and almost slapped him.

Damn daughter!

Qinghe glared at him: "Say it again."

"daughter……"

Qinghe sneered, turned around and forfeited his dinner.

After that, he could still talk, but an inexplicable cold war started.

The above is the premise.

The summer training lasted for four weeks, held twice at the beginning of July and August, and the location was chosen in a small town within the jurisdiction of Tokyo, which was close to the sea, so it was selected.

After going out for a long time, Haruwa felt the need to speak to Dazai.

Originally, he was lazily leaning on the dining table, and when she heard her casually mentioning the training camp, he suddenly raised his head, "Go for two weeks? With whom?"

"With fellow students from the club."

"Boys and girls?"

"All."

Dazai sat up straight, and asked persuasively like a father who cares about his daughter's puppy love: "How many boys are there?"

Qinghe pinched her fingers and calculated: "A total of eight of us went there, and there were only two girls including me."

"...No." Dazai resolutely objected, "There are too many boys..."

"Why not? We're not going to do some bad things."

"Even if you don't do bad things, there are so many boys, just in case, just in case..."

"What if?" Qinghe put the washed dishes into the cupboard, walked out of the kitchen, and leaned in front of him all of a sudden, "If you are so anxious to stop him, Azhi, what bad things are you thinking about, huh? Tell me Listen."

Dazai lay limply on the dining table like a piece of boiled noodles, "My daughter is not good, she dared to contradict me—so sad, so sad...I can't do it, I have to jump into the river to relieve my mood."

Seeing that Dazai was about to leave, Qinghe grabbed his tie and pulled him back abruptly, "Why are you running away! There are also words like 'daughter', 'daughter', can you stop mentioning it? It was not born by you, not to mention that when you adopted me, you ended up putting my household registration under the name of the president because you were not old enough. Mr. Dazai, you are only my actual raiser, but you have no legal parent-child relationship."

Dazai: "..."

He laughed a few times: "I'm old, and my memory is bad."

Qinghe ruthlessly exposed the facts: "People who are only seven years older than me are not qualified to say such things."

"The three-year-old generation gap, Xiaoqing and I are at least two and a half years apart, how can young people understand the elderly."

"...That's the truth." Qinghe nodded in agreement, "Since you, Azhi, have talked about the generation gap, then I will call you uncle in the future, and your age is worthy of you."

Dazai: "..."

Dazai took off his tie and straightened his clothes carefully, "Qingguang is not here, remember to rely on yourself when you go out."

He got up to leave, and Qinghe stuck out her tongue in the direction he left.

Stupid Dazai.

-17.06.07

The author has something to say: In the original "Yuri on Ice", Yuri's hometown is in Kyushu. For the convenience of writing, this article has been changed.

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Thank you "Chaomuyan" for throwing mine~