Gojo has become My cat

79: End

Chapter 79

    There was a second dream.

    The dream recurs, appearing in countless dusks with rose-gray sunsets, or desolate dawns when rain beats on the windows.

    In the dream, his father opened the door of the house and told Qingshuimian: "You and sister Xiaotao are at home, I will be back soon. I will bring you your favorite wagashi." He opened the door and walked out

    . A beam of light shines through the crack of the door and disappears with the closing of the door.

    Eleven-year-old Qing Shuimian waited in the darkened room. After seventeen years old, his father still did not come back.

    Many times, he just woke up. Also because he is so used to this dream, he can still get up and wash up as usual, go to school and work, as if it has no effect.

    And now, he dreamed of this scene again.

    The closed door, the departed father, my little self in the dark room. Facing the closed door, Xiao Xiao himself turned his back, trying to pretend he didn't see it. What is not seen does not exist.

    However, this is not the case.

    In the dark, a sad child was crying silently. He already understood that he had lost his father.

    The soul overlapped with the child in the dark, and Qingshuimian returned to eleven years old again. He wiped away the tears with the back of his hand and turned to face the door.

    He is so small that he needs to tiptoe to touch the doorknob. After struggling on tiptoe to touch the handle, Xiao Qingshuimian finally opened the door, the sky was bright, and the bright light surged in.

    Even with his eyes closed, Qingshuimian walked through the door.

    When he opened his eyes again, he was no longer the little eleven-year-old child, but the boy he is now. Without thinking too much, he chased the leaving figure in front of him and shouted: "Father—" He

    chased hard, and finally caught the leaving figure in front of him.

    He took that hand, and his back didn't look back. Qing ShuiMian swallowed nervously, thinking hard, thousands of words flooded his chest. In the end, however, the teenager just tried his best to smile and say, "Father, I'm fine."

    "And you, are you okay?"

    He held on to that hand tightly, afraid that if he let go again, he would not be able to hold it.

    Finally, the figure from the back sighed, and responded: "What do you want, Mian?"

    If it were normal, Qing Shuimian would have sensed something was wrong, but under the exhaustion of the mantra, his sanity was not clear. Hearing this, I felt a little wronged and a little stubborn. I opened my eyes wide and looked at the person in front of me: "I want you to be well." I

    want my relatives and friends to be well and never say goodbye. "

    His crimson eyes were covered with a layer of watery light, and the world he saw from this was blurry and hazy. But the boy still opened his eyes wide and looked hard, seeing the blurry figure approaching gradually. The man lowered his head