Asahikawa City, Hokkaido.
The New Year has arrived, and the accompanying heavy snow has also covered the entire Hokkaido. The air is surprisingly cold, which may not be a big deal to the people who have been living here, but to Hashimoto, who has not been back for a while. Nana said in the future, this is not the case.
It may be an exaggeration to say that she is acclimatized, but she still has some discomfort. For some unknown reason, the girl caught a cold the day after she came back.
When I got up in the morning, the thermometer showed 38 degrees 6. In this situation, not to mention Chu Yi, she couldn't do any activities. She couldn't even expect her to do other housework. She could only lie in bed and rest.
But whether it was an illusion or a real feedback from the body, after eating breakfast and cold medicine, lying back on the bed and taking a deep sleep, Hashimoto Nanami felt even more uncomfortable.
I lay like this until noon, during which I fell asleep a few times and then woke up. I don’t know what I was dreaming about. There was cold sweat on my forehead, and the clothes on my body were wet with sweat as if they had just been fished out of the water. When it gets wet, it sticks to the body and is very uncomfortable.
Hashimoto Nana could only reluctantly get out of the warm and comfortable bed, put on her slippers, find clothes and towels, and went to the bathroom to take a shower. Only then did she feel that her head, which had been groggy since she came back, was finally a lot clearer. . I just still have a little loss of appetite, even if I feel hungry, I still have no appetite.
While wiping my short hair with a towel that was still a little damp after blowing it with a hair dryer, I used the handrail on the stairs to go downstairs, only to find that there was only one person busy downstairs.
"Mom, where is Kenta?"
Nana Hashimoto sat down at the dining table and looked around, but she didn't see her brother.
Yesterday, this little guy who was still in junior high school was surprised when he saw that an older sister that he respected and feared finally came back from Tokyo to celebrate the New Year. Who would have thought that there would be no one there the next day? The contrast between before and after was so great that she couldn't help but wonder if it was a performance after all——
Subconsciously, she puffed up her face in dissatisfaction, but the girl soon became discouraged again. She felt that she was not a competent sister. Not to mention the other loving iron fists that appeared from time to time. When I was a child, my family bought a new desk and bed for my younger brother, but within a few months, she gave her an excuse to deceive her. It is normal for my younger brother to have some contrast because of this——
"What are you thinking about?"
Hashimoto's mother, who was busy in the kitchen, came out at this time, glanced at her while taking off her apron, and explained: "Don't you have a cold? People with colds and fevers can't eat anything too greasy and irritating. If you want something, I’ll ask your brother to go to the market to buy some light ingredients, and I’ll make some porridge for you later—”
With that said, he carefully added a bowl of miso soup to her, put a spoon in it, and handed it to her.
"I can just do this kind of thing myself——"
Hashimoto Nana didn't take it quickly, but saw her mother wiping her hands with a towel and saying, "That's not possible, you are sick now——"
"It's not that serious..."
Nana Hashimoto blew gently on the hot soup on the spoon and tilted it slowly. She felt a stream of heat rushing from her mouth and throat to her lower abdomen. The malaise she felt during the cold had subsided a lot, and her spirits were slightly shaken.
What comes to the tip of the tongue is a familiar taste. It can't be said to be delicious, but it is the most nostalgic and nostalgic.
Nana Hashimoto likes this taste very much. Not only does she like it, she can also make it. However, not many people have personally tasted this taste...or should be said, very few——
I don't know what came to mind, the girl was in a daze while drinking the hot soup for appetizer, and she was in a daze. After he came to his senses, the soup had bottomed out. When he turned around, he realized that his mother had been staring at him for some reason, her eyes looking a little strange.
"What's wrong? Mom?"
"Ah, it's nothing-"
Hashimoto's mother shook her head, but Nana Hashimoto was not a girl who was easily misunderstood, especially when she was dealing with her biological mother, so she asked, "What's going on?"
Hashimoto's mother hesitated for a moment and said, "It's really nothing, it's just...Nanamin, you've been sleeping upstairs since the morning, right?"
"Um."
"After you fell asleep, did you have some dreams?"
"Hmm... big, maybe...?"
Nana Hashimoto herself was not sure, and her face looked a little hesitant.
"Oh, that's okay."
Hashimoto's mother nodded.
"What, what's wrong?"
Hashimoto Nana was a little nervous for a moment: "Am I talking in my sleep?"
"I'm not sure if it's just sleep talk, but from what you said, it shouldn't be much different -"
Hashimoto’s mother explained patiently: “You called Kenta three times, me sixteen times, and a girl named Mai Mai more than thirty times while you were sleeping. I thought you were following me at the time. Who’s calling? I’m just a little bit confused as to why Kenta and I were brought along. Now that I know you’re dreaming, it makes sense——”
"oh......"
After hearing the words, Hashimoto Nana lowered her head to play with the spoon in her hand, staring at the shadow reflected on the bottom of the clear and transparent bowl, her eyes a little complicated for a moment.
The time of becoming an idol is not a long time in a girl's life, but it can be called the most dazzling, the most novel, and the most heaviest time for her. From now on, she will break away from this period of time and embark on another complicated and confusing path.
This feeling cannot be said to be good or bad, but the girl did not feel the relief she expected, but instead had mixed feelings. What I am particularly concerned about is the expected calls and messages that may come from the members when the annual vacation ends in a few days—
"-But the one with the most names is Bai Yunsang, the person you mentioned in the letter you wrote to me. I didn't count the first ones, but even if you don't count the first ones, you called him three times in total. More than a hundred times..."
Hashimoto’s mother suddenly added.
Hashimoto Nana's face suddenly froze. After she realized what she was doing, her cheeks turned crimson for a moment, but then slowly turned pale. Under her mother's concerned eyes, she changed several times. The fingers holding the spoon unconsciously exerted force, and the fingertips became hairy. Bai finally lowered his head silently.
Looking at her daughter's appearance, how could Hashimoto's mother not know what story must have happened? She could only sigh softly in her heart, and said with concern: "Nanamin, tell me the truth, you Is there something that you didn’t tell me about this person named Baiyun Sang? Does coming back this time also have something to do with him? "
"Stop talking, mom——"
Hashimoto Nana suddenly stood up with her head lowered. The chair under her body rubbed against the floor and made an ear-piercing noise. She could not see her expression clearly, but she just said in a faint voice: "I feel a little uncomfortable, so I went up to rest first." .”
"Eh...but, for lunch-"
Hashimoto's mother was interrupted before she finished speaking.
“I’ll come down to eat after I feel better—”
Looking at her mother's concerned expression, Hashimoto Nana suddenly felt soft in her heart. She felt that her tone just now was too strong, and she felt a little guilty, so she slowed down slightly, but still insisted: "Don't worry, it's okay. When Kenta comes back and the porridge is ready, let's eat together."
As soon as he finished speaking, a familiar voice sounded at the door.
"Mom, I'm back."
