Chapter 151 Wang Ma Xiaoji remembered many things…
Wang Ma Xiaoji remembered many things.
Parents wouldn't go out of their way just to take their kids to the park to play in the sand. Besides, considering how familiar this miniature version of Tsukino and Chiya was with the other children they were playing with, Ouma Kokichi could tell that this must be a place where Tsukino and Chiya often play.
In other words, this park is relatively close to Tsukino and Chiya's home, so it shouldn't be too long to walk there.
Yet, this short stretch of road brought back many memories for Wang Ma Xiaoji. Perhaps this is the mystery of memory in the human brain... It's like the saying that people see a revolving lantern before they die, reviewing their lives before passing away, but in reality, it's just a fleeting moment.
……is that so?
Wang Ma Xiaoji also died once.
He remembered everything that happened before he died very clearly. He watched helplessly as "that" pressed down on him; it would be impossible not to feel a shred of fear, but he did it anyway. But after that... Ouma Kokichi couldn't remember much.
After all, that kind of death... it's undoubtedly a matter of a split second; no one would survive that kind of situation. So even Ouma Kokichi, who experienced death firsthand, wasn't sure if he actually saw that revolving lantern.
All he knew was that, after an unknown amount of time, he suddenly regained a faint, almost imperceptible awareness. So faint that he didn't know who he was or what he had experienced before, but inexplicably felt that a very long time had passed.
At that time, he only sensed the presence of a "person" beside him. Thinking back now, that must have been Aurora.
...
Wait, wait, wait! What kind of horror story is this?!
Wang Ma Xiaoji mentally complained and stopped walking.
The young man who came to take Tsukino and Chiya home was carrying an ice cream cone in each hand. One was strawberry, and the other was chocolate. He handed the chocolate one to Tsukino and Chiya, and then licked the strawberry one himself.
"Speaking of which..."
The two of them stood in a corner of the road where they wouldn't block anyone's way, eating ice cream. Suddenly, Tsukino and Chiya asked...
"We don't have to stand here, right?"
The current Tsukino and Chiya don't seem to have the expressionless look they had when they grew up. Their facial expressions... while not extremely rich, are still quite lively.
The boy looked up, his face genuinely puzzled: "Why do I have to finish eating before I go back?"
"Huh? What?"
The young man who was asked the question clearly looked surprised, as if to say, "Do you really need to ask this?" But in the end, he answered honestly.
"Because the weather isn't too hot now... I don't want to get scolded by your parents if they secretly buy you ice cream or something."
"So you can just not buy it?"
"Don't pretend you didn't get the benefit! Your eyes just now clearly showed you really wanted to eat it!"
"It's actually not so bad," Chiyo said, licking her ice cream. "I ran out of pocket money today, and the ice cream looks really delicious. So I'm planning to remember where it is and come back to buy it tomorrow... So it's okay if I don't get to eat it today. But... it would be best if I could eat it today, thank you."
"No, it's just an ice cream...no need..." The young man scratched the back of his head with his free hand, a little embarrassed.
The ice cream began to melt. The dark-haired boy raised the hand holding his ice cream higher, prioritizing the melting, dripping portion. The young man did the same. For a moment, the two were silent, focused on eating their ice cream.
Wang Ma Xiaoji, who was standing on the side of the street watching casually, noticed something.
The question Chiyo asked earlier was actually meant to convey that he wouldn't be scolded by his family if he openly brought ice cream home to eat. However, perhaps saying that would sound a little boastful, so he ultimately didn't say it and just quietly ate his ice cream.
Soon, the two finished their ice cream and then walked off in a certain direction.
Wang Ma Xiaoji naturally followed.
Looking at such a smaller version of Tsukino and Chiya, he did feel quite novel.
He did indeed say something like "I want to see Kozuki Kazuki change her expression" to Kozuki Kazuki, and he even included it in their game, which they enjoyed trying to do.
However, even Wangma Xiaoji did not expect that he would achieve such a goal under such circumstances.
Well, it's not really an achievement. It's definitely more challenging for him to watch the expressions of a child like that... like Kozuki no Naka de, and to see his face change.
But I don't know...
The two people ahead stopped at the intersection because they were waiting for the red light, and Wang Ma Xiaoji stopped as well. The young man answered a phone call, holding the child in one hand and holding the phone to his ear with the other, occasionally saying "uh-huh," "I know," and "I'll be there in a bit."
There was no new information for the time being. Wang Ma Xiaoji wasn't in a hurry. Instead, he took this time to leisurely pick up where he left off from his interrupted memories.
That's right, at that time... in a sense, it should be considered the moment of his "resurrection," he had first met Aurora.
However, his memory of what happened back then was very vague, and he only slowly remembered that he had vaguely come into contact with Aurora later.
Therefore, in Wang Ma Xiaoji's memory for a long time, when he opened his eyes again, what he saw was...
They were a pair of calm, black eyes.
He seemed to have slept for a very, very long time.
Do people who are supposed to be dead feel how long they've been dead? Actually, even Ouma Kokichi himself didn't know; he just inexplicably felt like he'd slept for a very long time. Then, one day, he suddenly woke up.
At that moment, his mind was a mess, and he could remember almost nothing. But he woke up, and his body's instincts prompted him to open his eyes immediately after waking up, and then he met another pair of eyes.
"You're awake." The unfamiliar boy's tone was as calm as his eyes. He stated this fact first, and then asked, "How are you feeling?"
"..."
The boy didn't receive a reply. Wang Ma Xiaoji was completely disoriented; although he had opened his eyes, he was still dazed and confused, in such a bad state that he had even forgotten how to speak.
In such a situation, most people would inevitably feel flustered. Wangma Xiaoji is also human, and logically, he might also feel somewhat uneasy or helpless, but he didn't. This wasn't because he was particularly calm; it was simply that he no longer felt any sense of panic.
Because he couldn't understand the situation, he was indifferent to everything; he had no idea what had happened.
The room suddenly fell silent. The two of them stared at each other for a long time, as if they were playing a game where "whoever looks away first loses."
Then, the boy—that is, Tsukino and Chiya—said, "I understand."
Tsukino and Chiya showed no surprise. He reached out and tucked the blanket around Ohma Kokichi again: "Well then, you should get some rest."
Then he left. Wang Ma Xiaoji closed his eyes again, and, following the wave of fatigue that quickly washed over him after only a short time of waking up, he fell asleep.
Several more days passed after that.
Perhaps worried that something might happen to Ouma Kokichi, Tsukino and Chiya would often go to his room to check on him. Ouma Kokichi gradually got used to seeing that steady figure as soon as he opened his eyes.
Later, Wang Ma Xiaoji's physical condition gradually recovered, and his rationality returned, allowing him to recall a considerable amount of time. Before he had fully grasped the situation, he had already become familiar with the existence of a certain person in this unfamiliar world.
...It seems we've arrived at our destination.
The young man led the child to the foot of an apartment building, then let go of his hand: "This should be enough, right? Oh, and remember to go home obediently and don't wander off."
The boy nodded. He glanced back at the building behind him, then looked back again: "Big brother, aren't you coming up to visit?"
“No, I’m not actually that familiar with your father, let alone Miss Serizawa… no, it’s nothing.” The young man seemed to want to complain about something, but he stopped himself in the end. “Anyway, you know I just got a call, there’s something at work that I have to do and I have to work overtime… Ah, what a miserable life.”
A hint of sympathy appeared on the boy's face at the opportune moment: "You've had a hard time."
"...Sigh!" The young man sighed heavily, then bent down and patted the boy's shoulder. "Anyway, I'll take you out to play again when I have time!"
"Okay." Xiao Qianye nodded even more vigorously this time. He waved and then walked up to the apartment building.
So at this point...
Wang Ma Xiaoji hesitated for less than a second before following the boy upstairs.
"I'm home!" the boy called out crisply as he opened a door.
"Excuse me~!" Even though he knew no one could hear him, Wang Ma Xiaoji said it anyway, and then slipped in before the door closed.
There was no response; the room was unusually quiet. But based on their conversation just now… shouldn't Kozuki's father be home?
Wang Ma Xiaoji looked around at the decorations in the room as he pondered.
Meanwhile, Tsukino and Chiya, having changed their shoes in the entryway, headed straight for a certain room, seemingly familiar with the place: "Yomei, are you still writing... huh?"
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