I work as a teacher at a girls' school in Tokyo

"What are you doing?"

Walking out of the station, the sky will be dark and sprinkled with light, Hisada Moki smiled and looked at Hirakawa Tetsufumi holding his own arm suspiciously.

Hirakawa Tetsubun rubbed his arms, and his tone was still a little unbelievable under the gaze of Jiuda beside him.

"is that true?"

"What's true?" Hisata Moshu smiled faintly, as if time had gone back, Hirakawa Tetsufumi returned to before Christmas, nothing happened.

"That's it..." Hirakawa Zhewen raised his hand, raised it high, and when he met the eyes of the two, he gestured blankly with his eyes.

"Did you get carried away just by holding hands?" Kuta Moshu asked.

"This..." Under the gentle eyes of Kuta Moshu, the female teacher's eyes were like gentle lake water. Hirakawa Tetsuwen breathed a sigh of relief, and his heart calmed down a little, "It's not... just Very surprised."

"Surprised, do you think I shouldn't hold hands?"

"Although such words are a bit strange to me...But, it really shouldn't be held..."

"It seems that you are quite self-aware." Jiu Tian Mo Shu put away his smile again, with a slightly teasing tone.

"..."

Hirakawa Tetsufumi became a little embarrassed, but he was relieved again. It seems that there is nothing wrong with Hisada, and today's date is still January 1, not before Christmas last year.

"Then...how..." Although he had already sensed the dangerous atmosphere, Hirakawa Tetsuwen bit the bullet and asked.

Kuta Moshu stopped looking at him, turned his head and looked ahead, but still didn't let go of his hand.

"Let's go."

"Let's go, where are you going?"

"casual."

"……it is good."

Hirakawa Tetsubun's hesitation turned into firmness.

I don't know what will happen, but let's go on like this, there will be an answer.

Hirakawa Tetsubun held Hisada Moshu's hand tightly, a hand that he hadn't held for a long time, and their hands shook back and forth gently following their steps.

The back of the hand was exposed to the air, and there was a slight chill, but the palm, which was tightly pressed against the palm, was very familiar with warmth.

Let people miss.

"How long has it been since we've been like this?"

Walking, the crowd beside them still passed them and walked forward.From another angle, they retreated in the crowd.

"How long..." Kuta Moshu asked softly amidst the hustle and bustle of the crowd, Hirakawa Zhewen paused for several seconds before realizing that the question was for him.

He walked out of the memory, and escaped into the memory after hearing the question.

The lights in the field of vision were out of focus, and the scene swallowed by the evening was slightly blurred under the darkening sky.

"Has it been a long time?" After a while of distraction, when Hirakawa Zhewen came back to his senses, he spit out such a vague answer.

"Yeah, it's been a long time." Hisata Moshu took Hirakawa Tetsufumi's hand and didn't correct it. In fact, it's only been less than a month since Christmas.

However, for the two of them, it doesn't really matter how long the actual time is.Subjective perception prolongs the time of suffering.

Emotional breakdowns, insomnia at night, those who don't know what to do are like lost time, unable to leave an exact impression in my mind, just a vague [long time].

It is also because of this that we can feel how nostalgic the warmth passed between hands is.

"I've actually been thinking about a question these days." Hisada Moshu suddenly said, immersed in nostalgia for the past.

"what is the problem?"

"I was thinking, what should I do? On the spur of the moment, after those students argued, I made that kind of decision, telling you, I want to be that teacher, I want to save you... It seems a bit self-talking Yes, arrogant."

"how come?"

Kuta Moshu shook his head: "It should be said why not. To be honest, even if I say so, I have no idea what to do actually, do you know?"

"This one……"

"Do you want to continue to be angry, to be by your side, to tell you, you are terrible, change it quickly, and urge you in your ear every day, like a resentful soul, change it, change it, change it... Is that so? If it goes on like this, I'm afraid it won't be long before you feel, oh, this Kuta is inexplicably meddling in his own business."

At the end, Hisada Moki, who played the role of Hirakawa Tetsubun, laughed first.

Hirakawa Tetsuwen also smiled.

"How can this not work?"

"It's useless to say this in front of me." Kuta Moshu said, "I don't need to talk to you about educational psychology. I always whisper in your ear to make you change. It's not so much to hold you back. May continue to push you in the opposite direction from me."

"..."

"right?"

It is a very real problem, the boredom of repetition, especially the negative repetitive things, is engraved into human instinct.

It's like parents always shouting in their children's ears, "Why don't you study" and "Why don't you always learn well".

Hirakawa Tetsuwen stopped talking.

Jiu Tianmoshu smiled indifferently: "There is no need to deny this kind of thing, of course I know it. So, I was thinking, besides this, what else should I do?"

"Angry? Of course I want to be angry. There should be no legitimate reason for me to be so angry, stand on a high ground, and scold you at will."

"But it's not the solution to the problem, it doesn't do what I want."

"So I calmed down and thought about it for a week."

"Have you figured it out?" Hirakawa Zhewen asked tentatively.

"What do you think?" Kuta Moshu looked over and raised his hand.

Hirakawa Tetsufumi stared at the interlocking hands of the two.

"This is……"

"Zhe Wen." Jiu Tian Moshu's tone and eyes suddenly became serious, and the slow pace of his feet simply stopped.

She turned and stared at him.

Hirakawa Zhewen took a step forward in inertia, and then stopped quickly.

"Moshu...?"

The short evening has passed, and the setting sun that has fallen below the horizon has no more light escaping, and the light that was not yet dark has been completely swallowed by the night.

But there are lights, so the night is not completely dark.

I can't see the starlight, and I don't know where the moon is. Artificial lights illuminate the street far under the night sky. In Hirakawa Tetsufumi's eyes, the face of Kuda Moshu in front of him at this moment is illuminated by the pale yellow street lamp.

The warm lighting is like returning home from get off work, opening the door exhausted, and suddenly there is a wife waiting at home, standing quietly at the door, smiling and saying: "Thank you, welcome back."

Kuta Moshu looked at him with such a gesture.

"Since getting angry is not the solution, then restrain yourself from getting angry."

"Since I said that I want to hold your hand and not let you go on, then hold hands."

"Since we agreed to save you and become that teacher, then treat you in the same way as that teacher."

"That's it."

In front of his eyes, the slightly illuminated face overlapped with the imaginary picture, Hirakawa Zhewen stared blankly, and it took him a long time to come back to his senses.

He twitched the corner of his mouth: "The way of that teacher, what kind of way is that?"

The flowing air at night caressed her cheeks and hair tips gently, and the hair slid across the soft face.

Kuta Moshu said: "Obviously you just wrote your name in the textbook, and she praised you, instead of accusing you of only writing your name, but you didn't do your homework at all. Then, let me, when you make a little progress, Ignore those things you didn't do well for the time being, and praise you."

"..."

Tetsuwen Hirakawa suddenly thought of a sentence: The orange sunset afterglow brings a touch of nostalgic warmth to everything.

Although the evening has already passed by now, and it is night, and there is no sunset, but looking at the warm face of Hisada Moshu illuminated by the artificial light with a light yellow color, in Hirakawa Tetsufumi's mind, there is something about the previous life, The memory of the teacher who changed his life still emerged incompletely.

"Well... not bad, your name is written in all the textbooks."

"Did you do nothing but write your name? No homework..."

"It doesn't matter, things always come little by little."

"Praise for progress."

"I believe I'm not mistaken."

"I also believe you can do better."

"What do you think?" - the gentle voice that leaned over in front of him and asked him softly, at this moment also coincided with the voice of the female teacher in front of her.

"What do you think?" Kuta Moshu took his hand and asked softly.

"..."

The hustle and bustle of passers-by in the street passed away from him.In front of Hirakawa Tetsubun, it seemed that only Moshu Kuta was left.

He stared at her, the flow of the night air brought a slight chill to the corners of his eyes, he opened his mouth and muttered: "I..."

The voice was surprisingly harsh.
Hirakawa Zhewen took a breath, and he tried to adjust... In an instant, the incomplete memory of the previous life in his mind, the teacher whose face he could no longer remember clearly, seemed to become clear.

Her facial features are soft, and her eyes are always gentle, like a calm lake... That's Hisa's face.

In his memory, the vague appearance of that teacher unknowingly became the appearance of Kuta Moki.

Yes, this is exactly the same tenderness.

The attachment-like emotion crossed the barrier of time and space, and in the double image of memory, it was projected onto the teacher in front of him.

Like the call of fate, everything is doomed.

Hirakawa Zhewen looked at Kuta Moshu who was waiting for his reply, at this moment, he really wanted to hug her.

"Moshu..."

His voice was out of tune, and he didn't know how to say it himself. Only the voice of Moshu Kuta was left in his ears, like the teacher who encouraged him to "keep working hard" in his ears.

She took his hand, and the warmth of her palm wrapped him around.

"What? I don't think this method works? To be honest, I also think that this is too good for you. I always feel... let's not talk about it. What can I do? After all, I still like you... the one before... "

Before Jiutian Moshu finished speaking, Hirakawa Tetsufumi almost couldn't wait to move forward, and took Jiutian Moshu into his arms with his hand.

"Moshu, I like you."

"...it makes me so sad to like me." Kuta Moshu stopped what he had just said, and struggled slightly, "Also, don't push yourself too hard, I only said to hold hands, I didn't let you hold .”

"Let me hug you, just give me a hug, okay?" Hirakawa Zhewen didn't want to let go.

A hug that I haven't had in a long time, a hug that makes people obsessed.

"Moshu, tell me, is it possible that we were supposed to be together in the last life?"

"What are you talking about?"

"No, no." Hirakawa Zhewen chuckled while hugging Kuta Moshu, "I'm a bad person, I've always been."

"It's alright, it's alright, let go." Moshu Kuta struggled again, "Just hug me after you've said that."

"I……"

"Don't make me angry."

"...Okay." Hirakawa Zhewen let go, supported Jiutian Moshu's shoulders, and looked at her carefully, almost obsessively, with an arm's distance away.

Kuta Moshu reached out to remove the hair from his face.

"What's your look?"

"No, no." Hirakawa Zhewen shook his head again and again, but he showed some inexplicable excitement.

I don't know what to be excited about, because of her approach.

Kuta Moshu glanced at Hirakawa Tetsuwen, and decided to pour a basin of cold water.

"Don't be too happy, no matter what, my patience is limited."

"I chose this way, but it doesn't mean I will always indulge you."

"If you don't satisfy me, I don't care about you. I have already said this kind of thing."

"Yes, I know." Hirakawa Zhewen nodded quickly.

"It's not just that." Kuta Moki added, "We set a deadline, and if you still haven't given me a satisfactory answer by the deadline, I will let you go."

"...Okay." Hirakawa Zhewen hesitated for a moment, but still nodded, "When?"

"August 8." Kuta Moshu said without hesitation, already thinking about it.

"Your birthday?"

"Well." Kuta Moshu said, "Also, the deadline is the deadline, which doesn't mean I will definitely make a decision at that time. In the middle, if you disappoint me too much, I will still let go, understand?"

"Well, I understand." Hirakawa Zhewen had no reason to disagree.

"Okay." Kuta Moshu seemed to push away Hirakawa Tetsufumi's hand on her shoulder with some disgust, and turned around, "I've finished what I want to say, let's go."

"Well, good." Hirakawa Tetsuwen, who was pushed away, immediately followed the pace of Kuta Moshu, and then stretched out his hand to hold her hand.

Kuta Moshu struggled a little, but then let it go.

Hirakawa Tetsubun held Hisada Moshu's hand, and the two continued to walk slowly along the street.

The arms swinging back and forth with the pace, the pedestrians around you, the warm lights on the side of the road.

Hirakawa Tetsubun stared intently at the side face of Hisada Moshu with warmth, and felt that his hands were warmer than before.

Walking like this, after a long time, I saw her speak suddenly, and her soft voice was heard in my ear.

"You have to hold my hand tight..."

"okay."