Some people say that worries are your own shackles. If you are optimistic and strong enough, then you will be free both physically and mentally. I don't know who said this, maybe it was just my imagination. I am accustomed to this kind of self-comfort, or self-hypnosis, but if I tell a lot of lies, I might believe it.
Judging from the current situation, I am in a good state of mind. Now that the first summer vacation in junior high school is here, the annoying trivial things in school are temporarily sealed, and I keep telling myself that it's not a big deal. As for the specious "secret" that the family vaguely feels, I would rather believe that it is a catch-up, and moreover, paying too much attention to topics that the elders do not want to mention is really not the etiquette that every lady should have.
Based on the above considerations, I have controlled my emotions very well. Both myself and those who care about me will think that I am very good and very happy. Occasionally a restless "little flame" appeared, and I was able to quickly extinguish it.
Lying on the log floor in the room, the coolness came from behind, which made me feel refreshed and comfortable. With my head resting between my arms, I looked at the ceiling in a daze, and the red soil watermelons that I had bitten beyond recognition were also neatly lined up on the plate.
The holiday is so good~ I can't help but sigh. In the afternoon like this, if you don't care about the ladies, but just mess up the room like an ordinary girl, lying on the floor quietly, and thinking about it in your head, you will also feel comfortable.
A few days ago, Yuriko clamored to travel, but I refused because of the busy schedule in the future, so in order to cooperate with me, the entire summer travel plan was rejected. Yuriko worked tirelessly to formulate many new plans for my reference. Brother Yukimura, Kendichiro, and Hiroshi seemed to approve of it. They seemed to be trying to make me happy.
Maybe the past semester was a bit gloomy. I wanted to say "I'm fine, actually" for their excessive worry, but I just couldn't say it when I came to my lips several times. I should accept their kindness, so that everyone can rest assured.
If the factor of psychological burden is excluded, enjoying'special treatment' is a very beautiful thing. I've been to the sword dojo of the Yanagyu family many times. As long as necessary, Bilyshi will unconditionally accompany me to practice in the dojo. Although my kendo worship is under the Sanada family, I rarely go to Sanada’s dojo in Kanagawa, because Henichiro doesn’t go there unless necessary. In his heart, he wants to be an ordinary person more than I do. But last week, just after the summer vacation, he took me to visit the dojo and booked a week of observation training here. I snickered for several days.
I lay lazily on the floor, thinking about the summer vacation of the past half month. Thick curtains were drawn in the room to block out the hot sunlight. I yawned, making it easy to get sleepy when I was doing nothing.
At this time, footsteps came from the corridor.
"Miss, madam is back."
"Understood, I'll be over." I rubbed my eyes and got up slowly. I left the room after finishing the clothes.
Mom came back very early today. Didn’t she go out to the tea party? When I came to the living room, my mother was drinking tea, she had changed into the home-style kimono with vibrating sleeves, and she looked elegant and casual.
"Mom, are you back?"
"The host of the tea party today has something to do, so it ended early. How is Yueyin doing at home?" Mom asked, wiping the sweat from my head with her hand, and then fanned me.
Although the antique Japanese-style house looks old-fashioned, even in the hot summer here, as long as you stay here for a while, you won’t feel hot. If it’s winter, it’s fun to sit with a family around the kotatsu.
I took a book from the room and lay down again with my arm pillowed and read it while my mother played with her bamboo. I heard that the annual Ikebana Festival is about to begin. I wonder if my mother has prepared works? I have mastered the art of ikebana for a little bit, and I haven't paid much attention to it. If I need it, I often cling to it.
I carefully watched the movement of my mother's hand for a while, and without warning, I was startled by the rush of running outside the door, and sat up quickly.
"Madam, call!"
The sister Duan Ben who called by the phone is a bit reckless, and she is often criticized by Grandma Asai, but what will happen? She looks really anxious now.
"Mom, mom, what's wrong with you?" Mom's tone was very urgent, but what surprised me more was the name of my mom.
In the past thirteen years of my life, the terms "grandpa" and "grandmother" have never been mentioned. A few times my mother has only implicitly revealed a few words about his parents. That's all. Did not constitute a complete image in my memory. My surprise stems from my belief that my mother’s parents have passed away, and it turns out that they are still alive.
Mother hung up the phone, her expression became lonely, she sat quietly in the air for a long time without moving. Looking at her mother's misty eyes, she was sad. I always thought it would be happy to have a father and a mother by my side. What is going on
"Mom." I called out softly.
My mother didn't answer immediately. After a few minutes, she turned her head and looked at me, "Yueyin, will you accompany your mother to the hospital to see your grandpa?" There was a heavy nasal sound in a short sentence. Grandpa? hospital
Suppressing my curiosity, I replied: "Okay." I didn't want to put more pressure on my mother at this time, so I didn't ask anything.
Mom took a breath, smiled faintly, that smile was a bit bitter, and what she said was still so calm. "Mom married your father after being kicked out of the house by your grandfather. The Oshima family does not recognize this marriage."
I was stunned for a moment, the truth like this was too strange. From family history to character, no matter what you consider, it is impossible for the marriage of father and mother to have such problems. There were more and more doubts in my heart, but my mother didn't say anything. A genius remembers Chinese in one second 8/1/z/o/m/
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In the corridor of Kanagawa General Hospital, the slight sound of wooden clogs sounded a bit heavy. I came to visit an elder who had never met with my mother. I made a small flower basket with my own hands. For the traditional scholarly family, such a gift should not be considered impolite.
The Taoist meaning of ikebana is to be harmonious and courteous. Flower arrangement pays attention to ideas and concepts. I chose evergreen pine, which represents eternity, as the main material. The bamboo is used to express the best wishes for the permanent youth. An apricot flower, because the apricot flower is very suitable for giving to respected elderly people. I hope the sick elderly will like it, so that my mother will be happy too.
When the door of the ward was opened, what I saw was a woman in a purple kimono who was about fifty years old. Although she was old, she still felt noble and elegant. How could such a person be so ruthless to her parents? It.
We followed her into the ward.
"Dad, I'm here, are you in better health?" The old man in front of him was gentle, bookish, and believed that he must be handsome when he was young. He just glanced at his mother and didn't answer.
"Is this the kid?" The old man looked at me and asked coldly.
"Yes, this is Yanping and I's child, called Yueyin."
Without waiting for my mother to speak, I consciously said hello, "Hello, this is Sakura Yueyin. I wish you good health."
My greeting was not answered politely. Although I was a little bit disappointed, I still politely handed out the present for my mother.
The small flower basket as a gift was picked up by the mother's mother, "It's very beautiful and very caring, don't you look at it?"
I think the sick person is a stubborn old man. He has been frowning and his eyes are not too warm.
After the stubborn old man reluctantly glanced at my small flower basket, he asked stiffly: "You made it yourself?"
I nodded honestly, "Yes, I hope you like it. Also, I want to tell you one thing, Dad, Mom and I live happily, please rest assured."
It was another self-affirmative sentence that didn't respond, but I finally said what was in my heart. I hope not to be rejected as wordy~
The whole ward was quiet, no one spoke for a while, and my mother hugged me a little hard.
We stayed for a while and prepared to leave. As soon as we arrived at the door, Grandpa's voice came from behind. Although it was still very cold, I thought it was better.
"Bring her home when you have time."
she was? Is it me? Grandpa always turned his head out of the window, as if there was something special outside that appealed to him. He was really a stubborn old man.
When grandma sent us out, she couldn't help but say to our mother: "Kazami, in fact, your father misses you very much in his heart. You know he has always been like this."
The mother shook her grandmother's hand, her eyes moist, and she nodded her head, "I know, mother. How have you been all these years?"
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