Gojo-sensei has something to say Ch. 51
Chapter 51: Dreams Never Come True
The only light.
ーWas there anywhere you want to go?
Yayoi remembered her mother asking her.
In the white colored ward, the sunlight shimmered through the window sill and fell on the white curtains. The lilies in the vase on the bedside table were still covered with crystal water drops, and the air was filled with the smell of disinfectant.
Yayoi was sitting by the bed peeling an apple, holding a fruit knife in one hand and spinning the apple with the other. Circles of red peel crossed the blade of the fruit knife and fell down.
The room was very quiet. Outside the window were dark colored branches stained with white, and small and delicate green buds were picked out from the branches.
There were several chubby little birds lying on the green branches. They made a few chirping sounds as they shook their heads. Their black eyes stared unblinkingly at the people in the transparent glass window.
Yayoi was stunned for a moment. The peel on the knife fell to the ground with a clatter, and then she realized what she was doing. She bent down, picked up the peel and threw it into the trash can.
The apple in hand was only half-cut, usually bright red, usually light yellow in color.
Yayoi lowered her head and continued to peel her apples. A strand of red hair hanging on her shoulders slid down her shoulders and fell on her chest, falling quietly.
"I don't know, mom." Maybe this apple was not too ripe. Immature apples were sour, even sour to the nose.
Yayoi felt that her nose was sore and her eyes seemed to be filled with something, which was about to roll out of her eyes.
Winter was not a good season.
It snowed heavily this winter, and there was a thick layer of frost outside the glass window. The sky was filled with ink-colored dark clouds, and it was so dark that it seemed to be suppressing it.
It snowed that night, so Yayoi cooked soba noodles for her mother, boiled kombu and bonito into a delicious soup stock, and added soy sauce mirin and a little salt to taste.
Her mother ate porridge for several days in the hospital. Before New Year's Day, the nurse told Yayoi that she should eat some noodles appropriately, and it was a good day to eat soba noodles.
This was not the first time for Yayoi to cook at home where no one was around. On weekdays, her mother couldn't get home from work in time to prepare dinner, so Yayoi cooked dinner by herself. Her mother could smell the aroma of the food when she opened the door.
But this time was different, her mother wouldn't open the door to the house and say 'I'm back'.
The house was surprisingly quiet that day.
The gas stove was glowing with blue-white flames, and the soup was gurgling in the pot.
Under the eaves of the courtyard, the paper in the wind chimes was still swirling in the wind, and the clear sound of the bells echoed in the empty courtyard.
Yayoi turned off the gas stove. After packing the buckwheat noodles into the thermal box, she twisted on the gas stove.
"Meow." Tangerine took steps, its chubby body slowly approached Yayoi, and the cat's head rubbed against her feet.
Yayoi touched Tangerine's head and said, "Just stay at home and look after the house."
"Meow." Tangerine continued to rub her, without any intention of letting her go.
Yayoi's hand touching the cat's head paused for a moment, then she held the thermos box with one hand and picked up Tangerine with the other, "Then let's go out together."
"Meow." Tangerine was satisfied, purred in its throat, curling its tail, and nestled in Yayoi's arms with peace of mind.
The light switch was turned off, and the room fell into darkness. The cardboard box that was supposed to contain a fat orange cat was empty. The clock on the table was spinning, and the ticking sound flowed quietly in the darkness.
It was empty and deserted.
Yayoi took the tram to the hospital. The tram followed the trajectory across the railway tracks, and the bright lights reflected outside the car window.
The tram was still moving forward, running along the tracks, Yayoi hugged her orange cat, her legs were next to the cold thermos box, and her amber eyes reflected sparks of light.
None of the beautiful and bright lights belongs to her.
The only light was about to go out.
Tangerine curled its tail and lay on Yayoi's lap, squinting its eyes and snoring. Yayoi touched Tangerine's soft back from time and time. As she touched it, her thoughts began to rise and fall unconsciously.
She thought a lot, mostly about "Yayoi Amamiya".
She was born in the spring. When she woke up from the hospital room in a daze, the first thing she saw outside the window was the ebony branches covered with white snowflakes, with thin buds sticking out from the branches.
The woman with black hair and black eyes held her in her arms as if she were holding a priceless treasure. Her black hair hung down from her cheeks. She reached out and grabbed a strand of the other person's black hair.
'Who are you?'
She wanted to ask, but what came out was a series of vague babbling.
Ah, it turned out she couldn't speak yet.
The baby's vocal tract was not fully developed and was still immature, and could only produce babbling syllables.
A smile slowly appeared on the woman's face. Because she had just given birth, there was no blood color on her face. When she smiled, she looked like a pure white lily, pure and gentle.
'Yayoi, can your name be Yayoi?'
Outside the window were the tender green buds on the branches, with a light and soft color, but they were so beautiful that they attract the eye.
"You see, March Yayoi is the season when all things come to life." The woman smiled with crooked eyebrows.
"Yayoi." She called her name.
"I'm mom."
The woman held her hand, that small hand, and gently wrapped her hand, and the warmth in her palm continued to flow in.
"I am okaa-san, come and say oh, kaa, san, to me." The woman used her soft voice to pronounce the syllables one by one.
Yayoi still remembered that the sun was very gentle that day. The nurse in a white dress came to check Yayoi and her mother who had just given birth. She looked at the red-haired child in her arms, with wrinkled features and had not yet grown, and the fetal hair on the top of the head was soft and delicate.
The nurse opened the curtains, and golden sunlight streamed into the white ward, and the white bedding was suffused with golden light.
"The weather is really nice today." said the nurse.
"Oh, that's great." In the pale golden sunshine, her mother smiled with soft eyebrows.
The surrounding light suddenly dimmed, the electric lights overhead flickered, and the shadows under the feet were as thick as ink.
Entering the tunnel along the railway track, the whistling wind was mixed with a rumbling sound, like muffled thunder.
In the third year after moving to Saitama Prefecture, Yayoi thought of a certain man in her memory. He was her mother's husband and her 'father'. He should have been by her mother's side.
But why?
Why would that person make such a choice?
Her mind kept flashing back to the day when her mother dragged her suitcase and led Yayoi out of the house. At that time, she stood behind the bedroom door, watching the mother and daughter leave through the gap between the door frame and the door panel.
No retention, no farewell.
There was a dull pain in her temples, and Yayoi felt like she was being separated. Her back hit the back of the seat, and she raised his head. The flashing lights were dazzling, irritating Yayoi to tears.
Yayoi knew he didn't like her.
Because Yayoi's hair was red, as bright as fire and blood, he didn't like Yayoi's red hair. He had quarreled with her mother countless times because of Yayoi, and even proposed to send Yayoi to her grandmother's house to be raised. Her mother, who was always gentle in speech, refused to give in on Yayoi's matter and was determined to raise Yayoi by herself.
"Yayoi is my child. Before I die, my child will be raised by me!"
Mom and dad thought she was asleep, but she was not asleep. The content of her parents' quarrel in the living room reached her ears word for word.
"We're going to have other kids!" 'Dad' roared in a low voice, "That kid doesn't look like me! Her hair!"
"There's nothing wrong with red hair! Red hair is beautiful!" Her mother, who was always gentle in dealing with others, got angry and even started to speak harshly, "No child can replace my Yayoi!"
The result of the quarrel was that a week later, her mother dragged her suitcase and took Yayoi back to the hometown where she grew up. This gentle hometown hid all the good things that her mother spent here during her childhood.
ーWhy did you give up on mom?
Her eyes were red, getting wet bit by bit, and the tip of her nose was sour.
Yayoi always knew that 'dad' didn't like her.
He rarely attending her parent-teacher meetings and always excused himself by saying that he was busy at work, "Today's work is very important", "I may not be able to come back", "I can't catch up", there were countless reasons like this, but the only time this happened was because her mother was avoiding Yayoi to talk with him for a long time before agreeing. They thought it was well hidden, but Yayoi knew everything about in that three-bedroom apartment.
In fact, it didn't matter if he directly said he didn't want to go.
Yayoi wouldn't blame him.
Yayoi was also very sensitive to people's mood swings. She didn't know the reasons for their mood swings, but she could instinctively feel that they were angry, excited, ashamed, regretful... She also knew that 'dad' didn't like her.
ーYou don't like me, but you love mom.
ーWhy should you give up on mom?
Tears escaped from her eyes and finally fell, the warm liquid falling on Tangerine's fur.
Tangerine's ears twitched, it raised its head, let out a soft 'meow', shook its tail, and arched into Yayoi's arms. The dim yellow light fell into its emerald green eyes.
Yayoi raised her head, trying to hold back the tears in her eyes, but the tears were too strong, flowing out from the corners of her eyes and sliding down the contours of her cheeks.
Someone told Yayoi that she was a quiet child. She didn't like to talk too much or do unnecessary things. She was quiet and could sit in the classroom all day without any problem. Her sluggish look made her look like a beautiful doll.
Yayoi cried quietly, her tears fell quietly in the dim light. She didn't cry or make a fuss. Apart from the tears that fell, she didn't sob or choke, and she didn't look like she was crying at all.
She hadn't learned how to cry yet.
Yayoi blinked, tears hung on her red eyelashes.
The phone in her coat pocket suddenly rang twice. Yayoi wiped the tears on her face with the back of her hand. She took out her phone, opened the screen, and saw several emails, the sender was Satoru.
Yayoi suddenly remembered that Satoru had not been to her home in early winter. It was said that he was sent abroad by the senior management rotten orange and would not be back until spring.
Yayoi thought of Suguru again. After this summer passed, she had never seen the fox-eyed boy with black hair and a man bun. The only one who came was Satoru.
Satoru said he and Suguru had a fight.
"Is the fight serious?" Yayoi was confused.jpg
"Yeah, the fight was really serious." Satoru held his chin and sat on her sofa with his legs crossed. His blue eyes under his sunglasses stared unblinkingly at the TV screen where the images were constantly changing.
"Then go ahead and coax him." Yayoi said while grabbing the popcorn.
*slapー*
At this time, the heroine on the TV slapped the hero hard. The realism of the acting and the strength of the slap made both Yayoi and Satoru felt extremely painful.
She thoughts this was a quarrel between young lovers. Although she had never been in love, she had watched soap operas. Girlfriends who quarrel with their boyfriends usually had to slap each other and had a big fight. When boyfriends went to comfort their girlfriends, they use flowers, candies and beautiful clothes were given as an apology. The reconciled boyfriend and girlfriend would love each other again, and maybe even kiss on the spot.
Yayoi thoughts that lovers were very magical creatures. Yesterday they were so noisy and they made up for each other today. Today they would make up and hold hands and kiss and hug each other. The hero and heroine in the TV series began to kiss and hug each other after the quarrel. The little red-haired girl, who had been single for two whole lives, expressed shock. Sitting on the sofa with popcorn in her arms, the red-haired girl was stunned.
"Huh?" Satoru looked at Yayoi with an expression of "do you have that serious disease?" and grabbed a handful of popcorn. "Suguru is not the heroine of a noon drama."
Nonsense.
Besides, this matter couldn't be changed by coaxing, Satoru thought.
Suguru was a boy, so you definitely couldn't coax him the way you coax a girl.
Yayoi felt that there was nothing wrong with it and was even more convinced that Satoru was having an affair with his gay friend.
Yayoi wiped away her tears, lowered her head to read the email sent by Satoru, and clicked on the email with the latest time.
There were several photos in the email, and they were still Satoru's ugly selfies. He was a tall boy with white hair wearing small sunglasses. Behind him were the snow-capped mountains bordering the sky. The curves of the mountains were graceful. The sky washed by the snow was clear and bright, far away and vast. Reflected Satoru's blue eyes, the Eyes of the Sky and the sky of the snowfield intersected at that moment.
"From Gojo:
Time: 2008 ■month ■day ■■hour ■■minute ■■second
To: Yayoi
Is it beautiful?"
ーVery beautiful.
Yayoi responded to his email.
ーIt's good that you are here.
After Yayoi replied to him another email, the hand holding the phone dropped tiredly.
She was a little tired.
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5 Satoru in a foreign country: !!!!!!!!
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