Kagura found something in the room.

Laptops, this is not surprising... comic books and playing cards are also normal.

But monopoly, rag dolls, children's watercolor brushes... What are these going on?

The thing that makes her feel strange is a picture book.

There is only a slightly decent picture in the picture book.

The orange-red sun, the dark big room, and the seven rough figures of different looks are side by side.

When the Kagura poem sees this painting, there is an inexplicable incitement in my heart.

She looked at the seven characters in turn, and the strange feeling in her heart gradually increased.

In the end, her eyes fell on the center of the painting, tall boys and petite girls.

They held hands and smiled.

It is only a very rough painting, but it reveals the feeling of happiness.

happy?

I... Why can I feel it?

Kagura poetry slowly covered his chest.

The feeling inside is unspeakable.

She stared at the two characters.

Who painted this?

Who is painting?

She suddenly, I really want to know.

At this time the door was knocked.

Kagura turned and looked.

"I am here to give you lunch, can you come in?" The gentle female voice sounded outside the door.

"... please come in."

Am I under house arrest? Why is the other party so polite? Shenle poetry doubts.

The door was pushed open and came in with a plate. It was a girl wearing a black and white maid costume with a light smile and a gentle eyes.

Kagura does not know her, but there is a subtle sense of sight.

Yes, it is painting!

She quickly looked back at the picture and saw a girl wearing a black and white dress and laughing.

Is she...?

She picked up the picture book, then turned and looked at it for comparison.

Kita Shibu puts the plate on the table, and then sees the Kagura poem holding the picture book, looking at it.

That picture is...

The maid blinked and the curvature of the smile slightly deepened.

She has been told by Missy, don't tell the gods poetry about these two days.

Being as clever as she is, she quickly thought about why this is.

Bud clothing does not agree with this approach.

That lovely school brother is stupid in this matter.

Although she did not agree, Missy had already spoken, and she had to listen.

However, to what extent, she decided to decide.

"I am very sorry, I should pack these things up," said the bud dress, approaching the past. "These things have confused you. I will take them away."

Said, she reached out to the picture book.

Kagura shattered his hand and prevented the maid from getting the picture book.

Then she felt strange again: Why should I do this?

Seeing the reaction of the Kagura poem, the buds looked slightly.

"You... want to keep it?"

The brunette girl nodded slowly.

"Why? I heard that you have forgotten these two days." The buds are calm and authentic.

The music of the music is heard, and there seems to be something flashing in the brain.

"This is... what I used during my amnesia..."

Yes, I should have thought of it.

Why didn't I think about it? Such an obvious answer.

Kagura poetry revisits the picture book.

This is what she used, and that painting should be her painting.

Why are you painting this?

Why do I use a watercolor brush for children to draw a picture that is like a child?

Those rag dolls... are I also playing? Monopoly, playing cards... One can't play, who is playing with me?

Kagura poetry has passed through various questions.

Then I remembered, the wilderness Qingwu... the smile of Chuntian Qingsi.

"When you lose your memory, he is taking care of you."

Wanhua Summer Night is like this.

Kagura thought of this, suddenly felt that something suddenly rushed out from the depths of his mind, could not help but tremble.

That is... some vague scenes.

She is facing the tall, warm figure and talking about something.

The figure smiled and placed her big hand on her head and gently stroked it.

warm.

thick.

comfortable.

Let her feel... very at ease.

The field of vision has become blurred.

Wet things flow out of your eyes.

When Kagura returned to God, he found that he had burst into tears.

"What's going on here?"

"Why... I will..."

The chest is tight, so uncomfortable.

Tears are difficult to suppress.

I have long decided not to cry anymore.

But why... I...

The brunette girl hugged the picture and cried silently.

The buds saw this scene and the smile became extremely soft.

"Miss Song, are you sad?"

Sad... no.

The Kagura poem itself does not know what it feels like now. There seems to be a lot of things in her mind, in her heart, constantly surging.

Is this sad? Sad? Pain?

It doesn't seem to be.

What the **** is that?

"You are crying...but the expression on your face is not painful... I feel like you are missing." The voice of the maid said softly.

Missing?

I am missing... what happened? Thing of the past?

The blurred scenes and pictures have become more and more.

Kagura closed his eyes.

Long-term, warm, deepest in the heart, that is...

There was heavy snow outside.

The room is very warm.

The TV plays a happy animation.

She sat on the couch and smiled.

Next to it is a tall figure, accompanied by her.

She looked at his face and said something.

His face smiled softly and said

"Little poem..."

"brother……"

The Kagura poem finally remembered.

The deepest memory, the warm feeling, the taste of happiness.

What she had forgotten early, or the most precious thing that was deliberately sealed.

Carefully put the lock on, in the deepest position in your heart, never intend to open it again.

Because she feels that she can't have that happiness anymore.

Because she must let herself get used to loneliness and pain.

Therefore, you can only say goodbye, you can only say goodbye, let yourself completely forget the feeling of happiness.

but……

Someone reminded her of it.

Someone let her feel it again.

She thought she would never have it again, the taste of happiness.

That person is...

The scene is gradually changing.

From the house to the room where she is now.

In the picture book she is now in her hand, she painted the picture she only saw.

There was footsteps behind him.

She turned her head and smiled and called him.

He also smiled at her, and his smile revealed a heartfelt favor.

The blurred face becomes clear.

It is... the face of Chuntian Qingsi.

"Little poem..."

"I am here, nowhere."

"I am going to teach you to paint, okay?"

"Just... just dreaming."

"I won't leave the little poems..."

"Good night, little poem..."

"I am very happy... you are awake, a poem."

It's him.

He took care of him and accompanied her.

Like a brother.

Accept her spoiled, love her, love her... Finally, bid farewell to her.

The Kagura poetry finally knows.

that moment.

He, why is it sad.

She regained happiness from him.

But he has forgotten him.

He said nothing.

Just smile.

I was saddened by myself and smiled at her.

"I am just...just for other things, a little sad...not related to you."

"So, don't think too much..."

Just wake up.

You are fine.

Don't care about me.

My sadness... has nothing to do with you.

The Kagura poems are all understood.

The tears fell and dripped on the picture book.

"I am sorry……"

The words spoken from the soul seem to condense in the wind.

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