This Japanese Story Is Not Too Cold

"Temple Nissan." The little girl stood timidly at the door, raising her head to see, but she didn't dare to look at Beichuan Temple, so she called out in a soft and soft voice.

"Yeah." Beichuan Temple nodded, and raised the oden in his hand. "I was a little hungry just now, Eri, would you like to eat something?"

"No, no need. I just went downstairs to have a look just now when I heard the door, there was movement at the door. Good night, Si Nissan."

The little girl bowed deeply at Beichuan Temple, and after the incident she fled upstairs like a frightened little mouse.

Looking at the back of the other party hurriedly upstairs, Beichuan Temple only looked indifferent, and calmly closed the door and went to the living room.

In the living room, a middle-aged man with gentle and pale cheeks is looking at Beichuan Temple, which is striding away.

"Si, how many times have I told you, don't go out so late, what is Eri scared of? You are the elder brother, and you have to protect Eri." The middle-aged man knocked on the desktop in front of him, with Said in a reproachful tone.

The middle-aged man sitting at the table is Beichuan Temple’s father, Kitagawa Kenichi.

"I see, it won't be like this in the future." Beichuan Temple wiped the tabletop with a rag, and then took out the steaming oden:

"Would you like to eat?"

"Ah oden, I like this the most."

Kitagawa laughed.

"Yeah." Beichuan Temple responded softly and put down the oden.

"Although it's a winter vacation recently, you can't relax at the temple. You have to complete all the work that needs to be completed. Remember to bring Eri to visit the New Year's Day when you have time."

"Okay." These are just trivial matters, and Beichuan Temple certainly has to agree.

But Kitagawa Kenichi is like a little girl. He has to nag with Beichuan Temple on big and small things. After Beichuan Temple responded a few times, he stopped responding, turned his back and listened to each other quietly. .

What the other person said is probably something that parents would always talk about when they parted. Remember to cover the quilt, eat and eat regularly, the temperature drops sharply, and you need to add clothes.

Beichuan Temple listened carefully.

Suddenly, Kenichi Kitagawa's voice stopped.

"Temple."

"Huh?" Beichuan Temple heard the call behind him, and the action of opening the niche was also stagnant.

"This family will take care of you from now on."

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"Sorry, father is so useless." Kitagawa Kenichi's voice gradually blurred.

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"I'm really sorry for the past few years, and I have worked hard for you."

"I never felt hard."

After a long silence, Beichuan Temple finally spoke, his expression still calm.

This is the truth. Although the predecessor was confused and sad, he never felt that he had worked hard.

"Actually, I still have a lot to say, but there is not enough time."

As soon as Ken Kitagawa said, he shed tears and couldn't stop the tears.

Until now, he hoped that time would be slower, slower, slower again, and let him say a few more words

"I, I love you"

Behind him, Kitagawa's voice gradually elongated, circled, torn, and disappeared.

Beichuan Temple took a deep breath and raised his hand to open the small niche.

Above the niche is a black and white photo. In the photo, Kenichi Kitagawa smiled gently, just as before.

The oden boil was placed next to the niche, and there was some heat, which made people move their index fingers.

This is Kitagawa Kenichi's favorite food ever.

After looking at the photos of Kenichi Kitagawa for a few minutes, Beichuan Temple took out the chime that was frequently wiped, took a thin hammer, and tapped it lightly.

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After a while of Sanskrit, Beichuan Temple inserted the incense offering in his hand into the incense burner, closing his eyes and paying attention.

A few years ago, Kitagawa Kenichi died in a traffic accident. The Kitagawa family received a large amount of compensation, but they also lost the pillar of the family. Perhaps it was from that day onwards that Kitagawa Kenichi had been waiting by the niche, quietly guarding the family.

The hanging **** the ceiling, the ghost on the side of the sink mirror, and the squirming meat at the table have never hurt Beichuan Eri and Beichuan Temple. There should also be his efforts.

Some people often complain about their parents, feeling that their parents are in charge of everything and they have no freedom.

But time went so fast. Often when you are not paying attention, the sound that is often in your ears has disappeared unconsciously.

Son, want to support but not wait for a kiss.

Beichuan Temple sat quietly on the cushion, without making a sound.

Temple Nissan

I don't know when, Beichuan Eri, who has gone back and forth, is hiding by the living room door with a complicated expression, watching Beichuan Temple secretly.

She sighed deeply.

Since the death of Kitagawa Kenichi, Beichuan Temple, who had not talked too much, has been more silent. In addition, his mother's work as a designer abroad is really busy, and he has not noticed the changes in Beichuan Temple.

This change continued until the high school, when Beichuan Temple's situation became worse, with a gloomy face all day long, and she was silent and didn't know what she was thinking. Even her sister couldn't talk to Beichuan Temple a few words.

Under such circumstances, Beichuan Eli was even more afraid to touch the mold of Beichuan Temple, and she would retreat by three points when she saw him, very well-behaved.

But they are always brothers and sisters connected by blood, Beichuan Temple is sad, and she will also worry about it.

But recently Beichuan Temple has somehow, and when I see her, he will take the initiative to say hello. Will take the initiative to help with housework.

It feels like a sudden change of individuals, the other party's whole person is a bit less gloomy, and a unique youthful feeling of coldness is added.

While thinking about these things in the paintings of Beichuan, Beichuan Temple, who was sitting still, suddenly opened his eyes and looked sideways.

"Eri, will you be free tomorrow morning? If we have time, we will go to visit the New Year's Day tomorrow."

"Hey?" Beichuan Eri's eyes widened, and she didn't expect Beichuan Temple to say these words.

"Father died in a traffic accident a few years ago, no matter how great the sadness should pass."

The voice of Beichuan Temple remained steady.

"The Beichuan family still has you, me, and my mother. The Beichuan family hasn't collapsed yet."

Regardless of Beichuan Eli who was staring at him stupidly, Bai Fan just turned around silently and lit a bunch of long incense again.

Where do people go when they die?

Beichuan Temple is not clear.

But people who are blindly immersed in the sadness of the past can no longer take steps, just like their predecessors.

Beichuan Temple promised Beichuan Kenichi to shoulder the Beichuan family, then he must do it.

In life, there are always one or two agreements that cannot be violated.

That being the case, start with the New Year's visit.

"I, I have time tomorrow!" Looking at Beichuan Temple sitting in front of the niche with a straight back, Beichuan Eri only felt that something in her heart seemed to be touched. She clenched her fists hard, and took the initiative for the first time. invite.

"Si Nissan, let's go to visit the new year's worship tomorrow together!"

"Ok."

After Beichuan Temple heard Beichuan Eri’s answer, he nodded, he looked up at the lingering smoke of long incense.

Safe journey.