Touched by a ghost, I choose death

Yukimura sometimes wonders, since when did he become aware of her existence?

Going back to the beginning, maybe it started with a family dinner.

The memory is already blurred, but Yukimura can still vaguely remember the original mood.When his mother told him that he should have had a sister, his heart was mixed with surprise and disappointment.

He was a little happy that he was born twins, which meant that he was different.But more is loss. The elder sister who lived with him in his mother's womb passed away as soon as he landed.

Yukimura's family background is very good, the family of three lives in a duplex-style large bungalow, but for Yukimura Seiichi, the huge space cannot be a capital to show off in front of others, on the contrary it brings him endless fear and anxiety.

After chatting with his mother, when he was bored, he couldn't help imagining how wonderful it would be if his sister was still alive.

At least I have someone to accompany me every time I go home, instead of facing the cold room alone waiting for my parents to come back.

Whenever he encounters difficult things, he always thinks that if he has a sister, he can confide all his troubles to her, instead of suppressing his depression in his heart, unwilling to speak out and become the laughing stock of other children.

This thought, with some regret and some hope, is like a seed deeply buried in Yukimura's heart, nourished by fear, anxiety and sorrow, growing little by little, under the shining of a ray of hopeful sunshine Down, and finally broke through the ground.

Later, in junior high school, astrology became a hot topic. Yukimura, who never believed in these divinations, had to admit that he fit many characteristics of Pisces.

His seemingly gentle temperament is full of mystery, and his thoughts are always elusive.There are the most romantic feelings, as well as unrealistic fantasies.

Many people who think they know Yukimura may scoff at the last point.In the eyes of many people, he is a strong and pragmatic existence, but only he himself knows that he used to be a child who loved fantasy.

He is regarded as a good student, but sometimes he has a lot of resistance when faced with a lot of homework.Especially after studying painting, kendo, and tennis outside of class, when I returned home and looked at the densely packed fonts, I was sore and tired.

If he had a sister, maybe he could ask her to help with homework at this time.Lying on the bed and looking at the ceiling, he was taken aback by the thought.

Although sometimes he was disappointed by the departure of the twin sister, Yukimura also knew that it was unrealistic to rely on unrestrained imagination for things like homework. Doraemon only exists in comics. He is not Nobita, so he can only rely on do it yourself.

However, that day he lay on the bed and fell asleep in a daze.

In the dream, there seemed to be a voice as soft as water, softly whispering in his ear: "I've finished your homework for you today, don't forget about it, Jingshi."

The last sound, like a dragonfly touching the surface of a lake, rippled and echoed in his heart.

He woke up suddenly, sat up from the bed, rubbed his sleepy eyes, the gentle words still remained in his mind.

Should it be said that there are thoughts by day and dreams by night?He chuckled, then got off the bed, walked to the desk, and froze as soon as he opened his homework.

The homework that was left untouched last night has now been completed.He grabbed the homework book abruptly and carefully read the writing on it.

That's right, it's very similar to his own handwriting, but Yukimura, who has a keen observation ability, can still tell that it's not from his own handwriting.He is used to the last stroke being elegant, but the last stroke on the notebook is a pause, which looks more sharp.

He didn't think his parents would help him with his homework.The always serious father, although not often at home, has very strict requirements on him. If he knows that he is lazy and did not do his homework, he will definitely be criticized in the first place.On the contrary, his mother, he can probably imagine that she would smile and wave her hands, saying "it's okay if you don't do your homework for a day, just take a good rest".

This time the "ghostwriting" incident was buried in Yukimura's heart.It's not that he doesn't want to talk, but that he can't find someone to confide in.He should be said to be a perfect existence in school, with a good appearance, excellent grades, and a good temper. He is also a popular existence in the class.He seems to be very friendly with everyone in the class, but he has no close friends.The only one who gets close is probably Genichiro Sanada, a friend who studied kendo and tennis together.

However, he could imagine with his cerebellum that when he told Sanada that he forgot to do his homework, the other party would definitely shout angrily, "Yukimura, you are too slack".

With the first time, he was looking forward to the second miracle.It's not that he wants to be lazy again, he's just very curious about the development of things.

So next, he deliberately didn't do his homework and pretended to be asleep. In the end, maybe he pretended too much, and he fell asleep in a daze.When he woke up again, he found that the lamp in front of the desk was still on.Sitting up suddenly, his eyes widened when he saw the scene in front of him.

There was a strange but familiar figure sitting in front of the desk.

Yukimura was sure he had never seen such a girl before, but her face was all too familiar.

The long curly hair of kite purple hangs down on his shoulders like seaweed, his facial features are as delicate as ceramic dolls, and his small cherry mouth is slightly opened, as if surprised by his getting up.

There seems to be an invisible mirror between the two, but this mirror also has the function of making hair longer.

He didn't ask who she was, and she just looked at him with a smile, her eyes met, and the two finally couldn't help laughing together.

"I've been waiting for you for a long time." Yukimura narrowed his eyes and smiled happily.

Yes, he has been waiting for her arrival in his heart.

"Sorry, I've been late for so many years." The girl seemed distressed.

"Then can I ask for more advice in the future?" Seeing this, Yukimura smiled and stretched out his hand.

The girl was taken aback for a moment, looking at the white hand in front of her, a smile spread from the corner of her eyes: "If you want."

He didn't ask how soon she would show up next.It probably comes from the tacit understanding between the twins. They can understand each other's mind with just a look without words.

She will be there when he needs it.

This was the message Yukimura Seichi read from the girl's purple eyes.

The completed homework lies quietly on the desk.

During dinner the next day, he nervously followed his parents and brought up this incident in a joking manner.

In fact, when he knew that she really existed in this world, his first reaction was to share it with others, but after thinking about it for a long time, he felt that only his parents could accept it, and then laughed it off as a joke.

As expected, my mother covered her mouth and laughed after hearing this: "Hahahaha, Jingshi, have you read too many Wonderful Tales of the World?"

Sure enough, you shouldn't hold on to that zero point zero one hope.In order to match his mother's exaggerated laughter, Yukimura also laughed.

"Last night, I saw that the light in your room was not turned off. I was going to turn off the light for you, but I saw you sitting at the desk alone, writing and drawing or something," Yukimura's mother said and laughed again, "I didn't expect it to be sleepwalking." ah."

After hearing his mother's words, Yukimura froze.

After eating, Yukimura sat at the desk, turning his pen unconsciously, seemingly staring at the exercises, but his thoughts had already drifted away.

"You are confused." A familiar voice sounded in his ear.

Yukimura turned his head, saw the girl sitting on his bed, and smiled at her.

"Don't be too upset, this is our secret." The girl blinked playfully, her iris-purple hair hanging down her face, shaking slightly.

Yukimura nodded, the fog in his heart seemed to gradually dissipate.

She is not always by his side, but she will always appear in front of him when he misses her.

"If it's math homework next time, I won't be here." The girl crossed her hips, staring at the math problems in the notebook with some annoyance.

Yukimura laughed out loud.

Most of the twins' preferences are similar, since it is something he hates, then she probably won't like it much.

She would go to tennis practice with him.When he was playing in front of the ball machine, she sat in the auditorium, propped her head, and watched him quietly.

When he was sitting on the bench in the lounge, she came over smiling and said, "You look so good playing tennis."

"Does it look good only when playing tennis?" Yukimura stared at her pretending to be distressed.

A resentful look made her laugh: "Pfft, it looks good anytime, okay!?"

"Yes, after all, when you praise me, you are actually praising yourself in disguise." Yukimura smiled knowingly, and his eyes conveyed the message of "this wave is not bad".

"Then I will praise you more in the future."

"I'm so happy."

They would go to the park together, and Yukimura would always bring a drawing board to sketch, and she would stand next to him, dancing and expressing her opinions.

"Jingshi, in fact, there are many interesting places in nature, but ordinary people can't find them." She narrowed her eyes, gently took his hand, and led him to the central garden.

"It's a sunny day today! Look!" She pointed to not far away.

Yukimura looked in the direction of her finger, and there was a strange species standing not far away, with a stick-like smiling face on its chubby head, wearing a white cloak, and the pure white clothes trembled when the breeze blew.

"Sunny doll?" Yukimura was a little surprised. He had only seen this kind of thing in a decoration shop, and it was usually a doll or a pendant. He never expected that there would be an entity.

"Yes, there are still many scenery, you have to look carefully." She squatted down, and then stared at the flowers in front of her.

Yukimura also followed her example and squatted down, focusing on the blooming flowers.

Vaguely saw a villain jumping on the flower, the petals trembled slightly, as if a breeze was blowing.

Looking up is the girl's bright smile, as bright as the sun above her head.

Yukimura's mother gradually noticed that the smile on her son's face was increasing, and she couldn't help but smile: "Have you made any good friends recently?"

"Yeah," Yukimura nodded, "he's a very important person."

"I have a chance to invite friends to play at home." Yukimura's mother suddenly became enthusiastic.

"Hmmm." Yukimura replied vaguely.

Yukimura then told her about it.

"You mean to let me..." The girl looked at him in surprise.

"Well, I think mom will be very happy to see you." Yukimura thought for a while before opening his mouth.

"Jingshi, it's useless," the girl suddenly raised the corners of her lips, and looked at him with a half-smile, "Only you can see me."