The hospital corridor seems to be endless.
Nana Hashimoto was walking in this corridor. She vaguely remembered that she came here after hearing some news, and she also vaguely remembered that someone was accompanying her, but when she thought about it carefully, she couldn't remember anything.
My heart was full of helpless panic.
It seemed that she was in pain and sadness, making it impossible for her to stop and think calmly.
She could only walk, as if this could comfort her surging emotions, and she kept walking forward. There were no lights in the long and seemingly endless corridor, and the sky outside the window was also gloomy, with dark clouds as thick as lead. Shrouded in the sky, there is no sun or light.
She is alone here.
A lonely person.
I don’t know how long it took until it passed.
A beam of light suddenly brightened.
There was a familiar smell on the tip of my nose.
...
...
The afternoon sunlight shines in from outside the glass with window grilles, refracted and focused into spots of light, jumping brightly on the corners and ceiling. The curtains next to the open window were rolled up by the wind, and the bulging arc was like an open embrace, rolling randomly like ocean waves, making a crashing sound when it subsided.
The green plants stretch lazily in the sunshine, and you can vaguely hear the crisp calls of birds coming from the telephone poles outside the house. When you look up, the sky is blue and distant, with clouds curling up, making you feel very comfortable.
The entire living room was enveloped in such warmth.
The electric pot in the kitchen had its lid half-opened, and steam was billowing from inside. The rich fragrance came out, making people want to eat. The wind that came in through the cracks in the window spread everywhere.
Smelling this fragrance, Nana Hashimoto gradually woke up from the table where she was lying.
She yawned lazily and stretched again. She opened her eyes in confusion and looked at the picture in front of her, her pupils having difficulty focusing for a while.
After a while, she remembered that the school had a half-day holiday today. When she left school in the afternoon, she did not go to play with her friends. Instead, she went home directly after training with the members of the basketball team. . After returning home, I felt a little hungry, so I prepared to cook some curry, but unexpectedly I fell asleep without realizing it...
Oops, curry——
When he thought of this word, Hashimoto Nana's mind suddenly became clearer, and he quickly got up and ran to the kitchen.
Fortunately, when I looked over, I immediately breathed a sigh of relief. The fire on the stove had been turned off long ago, the curry had been cooked, and it was not as mushy as I imagined——
Walking out of the kitchen with the bowl in hand and sitting down at the dining table, Nana Hashimoto muttered "I'm going" silently, then raised her chopsticks and was about to fill her stomach, but suddenly stopped.
She felt an inexplicable feeling in her chest.
She sat there in a daze, feeling as if she had just had a long, long dream. Something very sad and sad seemed to have happened in the dream, but no matter how she thought about it now, she could not remember it.
what is it......
Could it be that I dreamed that I failed the exam again?
When she thought of her mother's ugly face, the girl couldn't help but shudder, feeling grateful in her heart, well... luckily it was just a dream——
At this moment, there was a sudden sound of opening the door at the entrance. Hashimoto Nana hurriedly put down the bowls and chopsticks and walked to the entrance in slippers. She happened to see her parents, who had gone out together today, come back, and there was a little boy standing next to her. , it is her brother Hashimoto Kenta who is several years younger than her.
"We're back."
"Why are you back so early today?"
The girl was a little curious.
"Did you forget it?"
The mother on the side looked at her daughter with a strange face and said, "Today is your birthday, Nanamin? Oh, by the way, it's also your father's—"
Birthday?
Hashimoto Nana looked back subconsciously and saw that the calendar on the wall clearly showed that it was February 20th.
Is today actually my birthday?——
"Yes! My father and mother took me to buy cakes just now. There were many, many delicious cakes -"
The younger brother, who seemed to be only about the waist of his parents, raised his head in a showy manner and said loudly: "Sang, the cake seller, said that it is best to boil the knife for cutting cakes with boiling water, so that it will be easier to cut... .Sister, what degree of water is considered boiling water?"
Seeing the stinky look of her younger brother, Nana Hashimoto couldn't help laughing, and deliberately said: "Isn't that easy? Put your hand in and if it feels hot, it's almost like boiling water -"
"Really?" Brother Hashimoto subconsciously looked back at his mother to confirm.
"Don't listen to your sister's nonsense!"
The mother couldn't help scolding her angrily, and then urged as she walked in: "Hurry up and take off your shoes and go in, get ready to eat cake..." Then she smelled the fragrance wafting from the dining table, "Eh? Nanamin, have you already made curry-"
"oh."
After being scolded, Hashimoto's younger brother immediately stood down like an eggplant beaten by frost. He lowered his head to change his shoes and caught a glimpse of his sister's unabashed smile of schadenfreude. The father complained: "Dad, my sister bullied me——"
"Why did I bully you?"
Before her father could answer, Hashimoto Nana interrupted: "Last time you wanted to buy a new desk, I helped you pick it out!"
"But it didn't take long to be replaced by you -"
"That's because the height is inappropriate. Look at you, you are such a small person. Your feet can't even touch the ground when you sit on the chair. How can you use that table-"
"I don't care, you're just bullying me anyway! Dad——"
"Okay, okay, don't argue, don't argue-"
The father smiled helplessly, nodded, and said gently: "Nanamin, just exchange the desk and your brother back. Dad will buy a new one for you another day."
"I want to buy new ones too!"
"Okay, okay, daddy will help Kenta buy new ones another day, okay?"
"Long live daddy!"
After comforting his youngest son, the father turned to look at his daughter and said with a smile: "Birthday gifts are a separate matter, so this should not be regarded as a birthday gift. Nanamin can tell her what she wants as a gift--"
"Long live daddy!"
The girl also imitated her brother and cheered happily.
"Don't stand here talking, go in, it's time to get ready to eat cake, there is another one tonight -"
"Um."
Hashimoto Nana smiled and nodded vigorously, watching her father's back walking towards the living room step by step. He was about to walk in with him, but suddenly stopped.
The expression on his face gradually became confused unconsciously.
"Huh? What's wrong, Nanamin?"
Realizing that his daughter behind him didn't seem to be coming with him, his father turned around in confusion.
"No, no..."
Hashimoto Nana only felt a little wet in the corners of her eyes, and her eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of mist. Her expression was a little sad, and she couldn't help but press her chest gently: "I just felt that I suddenly thought of something sad - —”
"Sad things? Is there anything sad?"
Yeah, is there anything sad?
It’s a rare holiday, the weather is so sunny, just looking at the blue sky is enough to feel good. There haven’t been any worries recently. The whole family is reunited at home and celebrating their birthdays happily——
Is there anything to be sad about?
Maybe not...
Or maybe——
Hashimoto Nana looked at her father's familiar face, pursed her lips gently, and forced a smile on her face, but tears flowed down from the corners of her eyes and slid down her cheeks.
She suddenly remembered the very long dream just now.
Speak softly.
"Welcome back, Dad."
