New Life
The mother who lost the game did not wait for comfort from her daughter. She passed by her daughter's room suspiciously many times and looked inside through the crack in the door.
Hinata Aoi's upright back came into her sight, as she was writing her homework seriously.
It's not normal. This is very abnormal.
Ms. Hinata is still confident that she ranks higher in her daughter's heart than completing homework.
Hinanoko didn't know how many times she had "passed by" but suddenly she found that her daughter who was sitting at the desk had disappeared. Just as she was about to push the door open to find out what was going on, someone opened the door wide from the inside.
Hinata Aoi appeared at the door as if she had flashed, and looked at Hinata Noko silently.
“Ah!↓→→→↗?”
Ms. Hyuga recovered from her shock and forced an awkward smile: "What's wrong, Xiao Kui, do you need something from your mother?"
Shouldn't you be the one looking for me for something?
Hinata Aoi did not expose the guilty person. She let go of the door handle and walked back to the desk. With her back to Hinata Noko, her face was filled with satisfaction at the success of the prank.
She deliberately walked to the door and opened it with her left hand.
If you open the door normally with your right hand, half of your body will be exposed at the door, telling the person outside "I am opening the door".
But by quickly pulling the door open with her left hand, she could create the illusion of suddenly appearing at the door.
Teasing Ms. Hinata did indeed make her mood much better, and the next step was to present the gift she had carefully prepared.
"Wow!!!! It looks so good~" Hinata Noko still maintained her girlish temperament, gently holding the clay figure made by Hinata Aoi and cheering.
The fact that she didn't stomp her feet wildly was a sign of her fortitude.
"This is pinched by mom, right? It's me, right?"
The Q-version clay figurine with long flowing hair was stroking her hair with her hand and holding a few books in her right hand. She was wearing a dress with a cherry blossom pattern and a beige shawl - Ms. Hinata's favorite casual outfit.
Hinata Aoi waved her hand to indicate "What else?", and took out a small object and placed it on the clay figure's face.
It is a pair of maroon thin-framed glasses that show a gentleman's elegance and refinement, and it is magnetically attracted to the position of the little man's eyes.
"Wow!!!!" Ms. Hinata was completely conquered. She opened her arms and held Hinata Aoi's head with both arms and kissed her several times. She still held the clay figure in her hand and was reluctant to let go.
Hinata Aoi has mastered the tactic of first suppressing and then praising.
"Then mom won't bother you~ Go to bed early~"
Ms. Hinata took the clay figurine and spun around as she left Hinata Aoi's bedroom, returning to her own room to admire it slowly.
I was still thinking about what style of dust cover to buy, and I didn't forget to help close the door when I went out.
With a "click", the door closed tightly.
Hinata Aoi stared at the door for a long time, and after making sure that no one would come back, she climbed onto the bed and wrapped herself in the quilt.
She learned how to make that clay figurine when she was bored at home recovering from her injury. She had also prepared this for her mother for a long time, and she took this opportunity to give it to her.
There wasn't so much foreplay in the original plan. The food would just be wrapped in exquisite packaging as usual and secretly put into Ms. Hinata's bedroom when she wasn't paying attention. She would naturally find it when she returned to the bedroom after finishing her meal.
But Hinata Aoi really forgot about this.
Her thoughts were disturbed by Inumaki Saki's declaration, and after Ms. Hinata noticed that something was wrong and peeped at her several times, she remembered that there was a gift that she had not yet given.
I suddenly had the idea to use this method to deliver the clay figurine to Ms. Hinata.
Now it's her emo time alone again.
Sometimes Hinata Aoi really wanted to tell Ms. Hinata directly that she didn't want to make friends, but if Ms. Hinata asked her the reason, she would definitely be speechless and not know what to explain.
Her seven years old was a watershed. The memories of the past seemed like reviews of movies that had long been taken off the shelves, which could not be verified. Only the feelings at that time deeply troubled her.
Just wait until graduation. That's all Hinata Aoi could say to herself.
She couldn't cut off the past, so she could only keep everything new out - this had become her way of protecting herself.
But what she didn't realize was that for every step forward Gojuanji took, she would take a step back. There was an end to the retreat, and one day she would be trapped in a corner and face the fact that she needed to change.
…
Just practicing lip reading at home is not enough to satisfy the King of Lips, Gojuanji.
He found a new training partner within the class - Shoya Ishida.
The reason was that Nishimiya Shoko was hiding from Ishida Shoya, and even when caught by Ishida, she was unwilling to communicate with him using a notebook.
Logically speaking, as a debtor who needs to pay back his debt, Ishida Shoya should not seek any friendly communication. He should just put the money into Nishimiya's hands.
But when he saw Nishimiya Shoko talking and laughing with her classmates one second, and then being afraid of him and hiding behind her classmates the next, he felt depressed and bitter in his mouth, and he would be in a daze for a long time after returning to the classroom.
Goumaki Satoru originally didn't care about Ishida Shoya's strange state from time to time, but his teacher Nishimiya was also sharing his troubles with him, saying that he didn't know how to get along normally with Ishida. Only then did Goumaki pay special attention to Ishida.
Seeing that Ishida also seemed to want to get along well with Nishimiya Shoko, Inumaki Satoru planned to tempt Ishida to learn sign language with him.
He couldn't guarantee that the relationship between Ishida and Nishimiya would improve much after learning sign language, but as long as Ishida started learning sign language, he would have sunk costs.
This would definitely push him more to find Xigong to communicate, so that he wouldn't be like before, where as soon as Xigong hid behind someone else, he would be so distraught that he would give up communicating and leave on his own initiative.
"Ah? Why should I learn it?" Although Ishida Masaya said this, he had actually been tempted for a long time.
Gou Juanji was not polite to him:
"Because I want to learn lip reading from you. If you don't learn sign language from me, you will be at a disadvantage."
"...Why should I help you learn lip reading? It sounds so..." disgusting.
Ishida Shoya once said this hurtful word to Nishimiya, and regretted it afterwards. Now when he thinks of this word, he subconsciously avoids saying it out loud.
Inumaki Ji saw through Ishida's stubbornness and wrote:
"Ishida-kun can't guarantee that he'll always cover his mouth so I can't see it, right?"
Ishida: "..."
...Is this a threat?
She is as obedient as a kitten in front of Hinata Aoi, but why does she become a smiling tiger in front of him?
In the end, Ishida brainwashed himself into thinking that it would be a waste if he didn't learn this deal, so he agreed with a grunt.
Every day after that they were like exchange students from two countries. Gojumaki used sign language to Ishida, and Ishida mouthed words to Gojumaki. Both of them had a headache learning, but neither of them gave up.
One day in winter, sporadic snowflakes were floating in the air since early morning.
All the students on their way to school are looking forward to the arrival of a heavy snow.
As we wished, after the bell for the first class rang, the first heavy snow of winter officially arrived.
Large chunks of snow were thrown down generously by the sky, first spinning and floating lightly in the air, and then falling like continuous rain, covering the earth with a thick layer, like a warm winter coat, or a white ocean.
Time passed slowly, and the snow stopped by the third period.
The sun, hidden by the clouds, showed its edge, but it only gave the snow a layer of light golden light, which made the snow more sacred and attracted more students to leave their own marks.
The janitors were already on the playground, tools in hand. It wouldn't be long before the snow was piled aside, returning from its fairytale-like state to reality, clearing a path for human traffic.
The English teacher who was teaching the class also noticed that the students' minds had long been distracted, so he taught the class for only half the class and let the students go out for free activities for the rest of the time.
"I let you out to help, don't cause trouble for others!"
"good--"
The students responded while putting on their coats. The most excited ones rushed out of the classroom the moment the teacher let them go, ran down the stairs holding on to the handrails and went into the snow.
The snow on the playground has piled up very thickly.
Without saying a word, several boys jumped into the snow pile in front of the school workers, sliding their arms and legs back and forth. When they got up, they used the marks left behind to compare their heights.
"Go, go, go!" The leading janitor, wearing knitted gloves, rested one hand on the top of the shovel handle and waved the other hand outward, driving the children to an area that would not be cleaned.
He said with disdain: "What a bunch of naughty kids, they only know how to play." But the corners of his eyes, which were covered with fine lines, were curved, and he looked at these students as if he was looking at himself as a child.
The other school workers all knew his temper, so they laughed and joked with him before continuing to work.
Goujuanji put on his down jacket but was still wandering around the classroom door.
Ishida, who had already gone out for a walk, came back to put on some clothes, intending to use them as protection when playing snowballs later.
After seeing Goujuan, he put his cold palm, which had been clenched with snow, against his neck. Goujuan was so cold that he shrank his neck and quickly stepped aside.
"Hahaha, what are you standing there for?"
Through learning sign language and lip reading, the two have established a deep revolutionary friendship that torments each other.
Goujuan didn't know how to describe it. He kept pulling the zipper of his down jacket, unable to figure out whether to put it on or take it off. He looked towards the window.
"oh……"
Ishida looked over - although she was sitting by the window, with a side view of the beautiful scenery of the white and blue sky, Hinata Aoi did not look away and was concentrating on reviewing her class notes.
Inumaki Satoru wanted to ask Hinata Aoi to go out and play together, but suddenly remembered that Ishida said she didn't care about snowy days.
What does it mean to be indifferent to snowy days?
Do you not care or do you hate it?
Inujuanji didn't know whether he should try to invite her.
"Don't look at it, Hinata won't go." Ishida simply put the inevitable result in front of Inumaki Satoru.
"She even holds an umbrella when it snows, for fear that snowflakes will fall on her."
"If she doesn't go to play, will you not go to play?"
Sometimes Ishida is really impressed by Inumaki Satoru's perseverance in "licking" Hinata Aoi.
With such perseverance, you will be able to persevere in anything, right?
Inuju shook his head at Ishida's question, pulled the zipper to the top, and waited for Ishida to put on his clothes before going down together.
There was not much communication with Hinata Aoi.
There wasn't even any notification like "I went out to play."
As he walked, Ishida stole glances at Inumaki Satoru's face, feeling surprised but also feeling it was natural.
That's right, this is what a man should be like.
Be more independent, do whatever you want to do, and don’t always revolve around girls!
Thinking this, Ishida Shoya completely forgot how he was chasing Nishimiya.
"Let's go have a snowball fight!"
Inumaki Satoru silently avoided the arm that Ishida Shoya placed on his shoulder.
"I'm not going."
Ishida retracted his arm: "Huh? Why?"
"Forget it, I don't care about you anymore."
He had just wasted quite a while upstairs, and the other boys had already started fighting.
He watched with envy, and didn't care whether Goujuan played or not, and joined the battle alone.
The dog Juanji who was left behind looked around at the students playing on the playground. A gust of cold wind brought up a snow mist that blurred his eyes.
The newly fallen snow is still fluffy, and the two ways to play are nothing more than having snowball fights and building snowmen. You can only slide on it after it is compacted a little more.
On the last snowy day, which was the last snow of the year, he was also "playing in the snow" outdoors.
With the boys in my class at that time, we didn’t have snowball fights, which symbolized strength, but instead built snowmen, which was more popular among girls.
The difference is that he is a "snowman".
Everything at that time is still vivid in my mind——
"It's so troublesome. I need to prepare scarves, carrots, buttons and branches to build a snowman." The boy casually closed his latest mobile phone.
The younger brother who wanted to cling to him echoed: "Yeah, this kind of cross-dressing game is troublesome, only women like to play it~"
Although they are young, they are wearing trendy brands and have the most convenient communication tools in their hands, but they speak the most stereotyped and prejudiced words.
It seemed as if his head was filled with the most feudal thoughts that had just been unearthed from a thousand-year-old tomb.
The boy smiled crookedly after hearing what the younger brother said, put his hands behind his head, and turned his head to face Goujuan.
"Ah, isn't there a ready-made 'snowman'?"
He pointed at Gojuanji with his chin and said, "Let's build this 'snowman'~"
Then Goujuan was buried in the snow by several boys, with only his head exposed.
His silver hair and cold eyes blended in with the ice and snow. He could clearly feel the coldness seeping into his body through his pores, invading every cell and taking away his consciousness.
The boy in the lead was having a lot of fun. He didn't like the color of Goujuan's hair, nor did he care about Goujuan's life or death. He only let his companions stop and freed Goujuan from the snow pile after he had enjoyed the fun.
Goujuan thought that he would hate snowy days from then on, but he didn't.
It's only people who are disgusting.
Gou Juanji shook his eyelashes that were covered with snow particles, and the warm air he exhaled penetrated the mask and came into contact with the cold air, then quickly condensed into a ball of water mist that slowly spread and disappeared.
He didn't ask Hinata Aoi if she wanted to play in the snow not because he was worried that he would accidentally step on Hinata Aoi's minefield, but because he was afraid that Hinata Aoi had had a similar experience as him.
A reason that would make her hate snow days.
He didn't want to stir up any negative emotions in Hinata Aoi's heart.
Even if there is such a possibility, he will not put it into practice.
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