Let's sneak, my sis [Comprehensive Gacha]

When the plane landed at Narita Airport, there was a slight bump, but it taxied at the airport for a while and stopped safely.

After crossing a hemisphere, I sat for almost thirteen hours all night since yesterday, and finally landed in Tokyo in the winter morning.When Tsunayoshi walked out of the airport and breathed the cold winter air in Japan, he couldn't help but feel a lot of joy.

I don't know when, three years have passed, and the time is so hurried that people can't grasp anything.

"It's been a long time since I came back." Takeshi Yamamoto, who was standing beside Tsunayoshi, grinned heartily.A well-defined young man with sharp eyebrows and short black hair is very neat, but he makes people feel very kind and cheerful when he is ridiculous. "This time I will definitely be taught by my father when I come back this time."

Italy is a mixed bag of dragons and snakes, and the situation is ever-changing. After finally stabilizing it, Tsuna finds this opportunity to return and celebrate the New Year.

Gangji smiled, glanced at Dongda's direction, and said softly and introverted, "Let's go, and hurry back to Bingsheng."

The winter sky is azure blue, like washed light-colored jeans, clear and beautiful with a lonely cool color, without a single cloud.The weather was very cold, and there was a puff of white air while talking, Tsunayoshi and Yamamoto Takeshi got on the express that had just been completed and opened, and went straight back to Bingsheng.

My hometown is still the same as in my memory, without much change, but most of the faces around me are unfamiliar, and things are different.

The evergreen trees on the roadside are still decorated with leaves, but the trees in the courtyards of each family have only bare branches.The cold wind is blowing, the weather is damp and cold, I don't know if it will snow or not.There are very few pedestrians on the road, probably because the weather is too cold, and the passers-by are also hurrying towards home, like tired birds returning to their nests.

In such a scene, a person sitting in the cold wind is particularly conspicuous.Gang Ji originally just glanced over it, but his eyes moved away, but he moved over inch by inch, staring at the person sitting on the bench with his back to them.

It was a woman who was writing and drawing with a small drawing board in her hand. Although it was so cold, she was still holding on to the brush with her bare hands.The long black hair hangs down from the long side of the bench, which is the familiar arc of Tsuna Yoshi.

It's just such a back view, just such a picture, but Gangji seems to have already sensed who it is, and suddenly something that has been sleeping forever broke out of Pingji's heart, wanting to express the most moving in this cold wind. flower.

Gang Ji thought about whether he would meet her when he came back this time, and even thought about where he would meet her.

Will it be on the road they often go to and from school together, will it be on the street where they often meet, will it be in any random place in this small town, they seem to meet and meet again.What kind of expression will she have? Will she be surprised or surprised, or will she quietly ignore him, or will she calmly exchange a few words with him, as if everything has been put aside, not far or near.What should I do at that time, can I control my plain conversation and alienated politeness, can I not help laughing, and follow her back with undisguised eyes.

But when I really saw her, all my thoughts seemed to be useless.The feelings he thought had gradually dissipated in the past three years suddenly woke up from hibernation, the moment he saw her back, the moment he found her.

Uncontrollable growth.

His fingers were cold, his face was also blown cold, and his whole body seemed to be frozen.Only the eyes, only the eyes that reflected the back of that person, were uncomfortably hot.

Gang Ji finally realized that he couldn't even look at her.With just one glance, the building in my heart will collapse, and my defenses will collapse.

"Gang..." Takeshi Yamamoto, who walked a few steps, realized that Tsuna hadn't followed. He turned around to look, but saw the other party staring blankly at another direction. Takeshi Yamamoto followed Tsuna's gaze and saw a touch of cold wind. In the middle of the back, the movement of pulling up the long hair is gentle and moving.

He didn't know what happened when Ya didn't come with Tsuna, and he also thought it might be because Mi missed college or didn't want to get involved with what they were doing.He never thought that these two people would be separated, after all, they have been together since junior high school until college.He saw with his own eyes how these two people gradually became intimate from strangers, and no one could stand together like the other.

Although he was sensitively aware of something later, he stopped mentioning Yatoki Tsunakichi when he saw the expression on his face.

Another gust of wind blew, and the cold wind stung her cheeks, but Gang Ji heard the person sitting there with his back facing him let out a low cry, and then the white paper in her hand was blown up by the wind, and it floated across the road in a curl. and stopped at his feet.

She turned her head, followed the drawing paper that was blown away, and then naturally looked at the man standing beside the drawing paper.In an instant, their eyes met.

Gangji lowered his head for a moment, afraid that if he looked at each other for too long, he would reveal the serious emotion he burst out when he saw the other person's black eyes.He squatted down to pick up the drawing paper on the ground, while suppressing the surging emotions, he felt the long-lost despair.

Come back, meet, meet again, so what?

Can I still tell her, I miss you so much, and want to see you so much?

Takeshi Yamamoto watched Tsunayoshi picking up the drawing paper, and had the urge to quickly turn around and leave here, but in this embarrassing scene, he could only use his natural skills to touch his head, and greeted Mi naturally "Long time no see, Mi."

"Ah?" The woman sitting on the bench was wearing a white winter coat, with white fluff around the neckline. She tilted her head and looked at Takeshi Yamamoto, showing a beautiful smile with clear mountains and rivers, and whispered softly asked "Do you know me?"

Hearing the words, Gang Ji subconsciously raised his eyes to look at Mi, and saw that the other party looked back at him slowly, with a warm smile and a strange look in his eyes.

"Of course I know you." Takeshi Yamamoto's reaction was much more natural, he took a few steps closer to Mimi, and said cheerfully, "Why have I been classmates for so many years, have you forgotten after not seeing each other for a while?"

"Sorry." Mi was still sitting on the chair, frowned apologetically, and explained, "I had a car accident a few months ago, and I forgot some things. I just returned to China and haven't met anyone else. I didn't know we knew each other. sorry."

"A car accident?" Tsunayoshi reacted faster than Takeshi Yamamoto, he asked back almost as soon as Mi finished speaking, and looked into Mi's eyes nervously.He couldn't help approaching Mi, with a concerned and worried tone, "When did you get into a car accident? Did you go abroad?"

He never recalled any of these things being recorded in the intelligence he presented.But Mi didn't seem to be lying to avoid facing him.

"Before... the first two months." Mi seems to be frightened by Tsuna's anxious concern, with a pair of black and white eyes open, he stammers the answer, "The car accident in China, my friend over there told me, I seem to have been in China for more than two years."

Tsuna looked at Mi with a dull face, "...More than two years."

Mi nodded, looked at the brown-haired man standing in front of him, and asked suspiciously, "Do we know each other?"

Gang Ji was hoarse and didn't know how to answer, his head was still hovering over the matter of intelligence fraud, and Mi's strange and polite words were frozen in his heart like ice.How could she have a car accident?How could she forget?How could she forget everything that happened between them and him?

He would rather she hate him than be treated as a stranger she once knew.The former can at least live in her memory, but the latter has nothing to do with her.

"We are all classmates, hahahahaha." Seeing Tsunayoshi fell silent, Takeshi Yamamoto immediately made a relief and said, "But is the injury serious? Can you still remember the past?"

"It's not serious. The doctor also said that if you often come into contact with the previous living environment, you will remember it soon." Mi smiled and replied, sitting still in the chair, but with a lively and cheerful expression. "I also want to remember quickly." I just came to Japan, and I heard that I used to live here.”

"Did Nami remember anything?" Takeshi Yamamoto asked.

"Not yet, maybe it's because I've only been back for a few days." Mi smiled and replied, looking optimistic "Oh, yes." She showed an embarrassed smile "I haven't asked your names yet."

"My name is Takeshi Yamamoto, and you and I have been classmates since junior high school." Takeshi Yamamoto smiled, and then patted Tsunayoshi who was silent beside him, his voice slowed down a bit, and he couldn't help introducing him to Mi Ting seriously, "He It's Tsunayoshi Sawada."

After the introduction, Takeshi Yamamoto immediately asked, "Can you remember anything?"

"Eh..." Mi rubbed her head, then smiled apologetically, "I'm sorry, Yamamoto-kun."

Tsunayoshi kept staring at Mi without saying a word, maybe Mi also noticed his undisguised gaze, and turned his head uncomfortably to talk to Takeshi Yamamoto, "Hello!" Suddenly a cry sounded not far away, Tsunayoshi Turning his head, he saw a black-haired man trotting over pushing a wheelchair. The man looked unfamiliar, but Tsuna felt very familiar.

"Didn't I tell you not to talk to strangers casually?!" The black-haired man yelled at Mi unceremoniously, "What if you are kidnapped, Dad?!"

"What, Yamamoto Takeshi and Sawada-kun are people I knew before!" Mi hurriedly retorted, and answered righteously, "Who else is your daughter!"

"Who else will take care of you so hard except Dad! It's so cold that you were pushed out to play and broke the wheelchair, and you have to brave the cold wind to carry it to repair it!" Gang Ji listened to the deep affection between the two Noisy, but his eyes were fixed on the wheelchair in the man's hand.He watched the man come over, picked up Mi Heng who had been sitting on the bench, and carefully placed him on the wheelchair. Even though he had a premonition in his heart, he couldn't help but grabbed the man's hand, "What's wrong with Mi's legs?" gone?"

The back table gentleman casually spread the blanket on Mi's lap, glanced at Gangji with a flat expression, and did not speak.

"It's nothing." Seeing the back table gentleman who has always treated outsiders like this made the atmosphere awkward again, Mi waved his hand hastily, "It's also an injury from a car accident, and it's almost healed."

"Is this called getting better?" Mi's attitude contained alienation and politeness towards strangers, so Tsuna immediately asked back with some anger.He let go of the back table-kun and grabbed Mi's hand instead.Mi's hands were very cold, without gloves, and after writing and drawing in the cold wind for a while, they were already flushed from the cold, "You haven't stood up just now, and your legs haven't moved. Can you still stand up? Can you still walk? Can you still run?"

He spoke in a hurry, blood was rushing through his veins extremely fast, and he stared at Mi uncontrollably.

Mi seemed to be frightened again, and hurriedly broke free from his hand, and felt that this was strange, so he replied embarrassingly, "I...I'm fine."

"Zawatian-kun." It was the back table-kun who spoke, he pushed Tumi's wheelchair back, and then turned a corner, "It doesn't seem to have anything to do with you."

The woman in the wheelchair was still holding the drawing board, and she didn't turn her head to look at him after hearing the words.Gangji's expression was obscure, and he stopped talking. He looked down at the drawing paper in his hand, which depicted a bird jumping on a telegraph pole. He looked at it, and suddenly laughed. Ugly.