Take the Kinki Expressway directly from the Kyoto City Expressway.
Probably because of Friday, there are a lot of cars on the expressway.
But today's weather is a typical crisp autumn day. The sun on the horizon is dazzling but not too hot. It can only reflect slightly on the upper side of the windshield.
Sakichu Koto was very honest when sitting in the car. She didn't play with her mobile phone or look at the scenery. She just lowered her head and clasped her fingers, and occasionally changed her posture. She was completely different from ordinary girls.
The key is that she keeps nodding her head while sitting. If the seat belt hadn't been strangled from the chasm in front of her, her head would have been in close contact with the glove box.
This reminded Minamoto no Yorimitsu of the last time he had hypoglycemia——
"You didn't have any rest last night, okay?"
Minamoto no Yorimitsu's sudden voice startled her, and her body that was still shaky immediately tensed up, and there was a clicking sound from her neck.
"Here, packing things."
Sakichu Xiaoteng forced his tired face up, his eyes evaded and lowered slightly.
Minamoto Yorimitsu had already figured out that her lying ability was extremely poor. He just glanced at the rearview mirror on the central control screen, saw the tired look on her little face, and said in a deep voice: "Tell the truth."
"Part-time... part-time... folding things for children."
Sakichu Xiaoteng shrank when he saw him, but knew that she couldn't deceive him at all. She clasped her fingers tightly on the bag in her arms and explained carefully.
Being stared at by his scrutinizing eyes for a moment, Sakichu and Koto felt frightened. She was afraid that he would be angry because of her disobedience. After hesitating for a moment, she opened her mouth and was about to speak:
"I...I want to..."
She was just halfway through her words when her mouth immediately closed.
Because Minamoto Yorimitsu, who was driving in his sight, waved his hand.
There was no blaming or impatient tone as expected.
"If you're sleepy, just take a nap. We'll probably be there before noon." Minamoto norimitsu glanced to the left with the corner of his eye and pressed the button for the passenger seat lift.
Then he pointed directly in front of her:
"There's a drink in the glove box in front of you. Drink it whenever you're thirsty."
Sakichu Xiaodeng felt his field of vision gradually tilting down, and his body's center of gravity slowly moved to his back. He opened his reddish mouth and his eyes widened.
She seemed not to have expected Minamoto no Yorimitsu's reaction.
Quietly looking at Minamoto Yorimitsu's side face, it seems as if the upper warm aperture is rendering, stopping in the rapidly regressing scenery outside the window. Time seems to have stopped at this moment, and the reflection fills the position of the pupil.
"What are you looking at?"
Minamoto Noraimitsu put his hands on the steering wheel, frowned and looked at the dazed little girl, and said in a somewhat impatient tone: "You will see my parents with a tired face later. Do you think this is appropriate?"
Sakichu and Koto suddenly came back to their senses.
Then quickly close your eyes and pretend to sleep.
He quickly whispered sorry in his mouth.
Minamoto no Yorimitsu was amused by her cautious look, but he quickly turned his face slightly to pretend to be a little impatient, lest she start to think too much when she saw his smiling face.
He could be said to have grasped Sakichu Kodou's temper. He knew that because she felt she owed him something, he would be frightened when he treated her well, and would be submissive and obedient when he treated her badly.
But this reminded him of what happened before.
Lust...
Is it really love?
Minamoto Yorimitsu couldn't help but turn his face sideways again and looked at the face of Sakichu Kodō next to him.
Unexpectedly, she fell asleep peacefully.
The slender black eyelashes are closed like wings in front of the eyes, and the lips are occasionally shimmered by the light outside the car window. There seem to be crystal water droplets overflowing from the corners of the slightly opened mouth.
"That's definitely saliva, right?"
Minamoto no Yorimitsu's thoughts began to grow like vines again.
The Roulette Project is still going on.
only...
The plan seems to be getting further and further off the mark.
And I seemed to be at a loss as to where to start.
If the prompts given by the simulator are correct, then it can be inferred that Sakichu Kodō really likes him, so should he continue with the original transaction?
The sudden ringing of the phone interrupted his thoughts, causing Minamoto no Yorimitsu to subconsciously press the volume down button, and then looked towards the passenger seat next to him.
The sleeping Sakichu and Koto twisted their bodies.
Then continue to drool.
"..."
Minamoto Noraimitsu's eyelids twitched.
I looked at my phone and saw it was an unknown number. I swiped up to connect.
"Hello? This is Yorimitsu Minamoto."
"Specialist Yuan, I'm sorry to bother you."
"Who are you?"
"I'm Kuroi Yuma from the Kyoto Broadcasting Office. I'm calling you to ask if you have time in three days to participate in the bureau's annual program award review. If you are free, we will arrange your seats in advance. In addition,
The president said he wants to see you alone..."
"I will go when I have time."
"Okay, I understand, I'm really bothering you."
He hung up the phone in a low voice and looked at the little girl again. His saliva had already flowed to the collar of his shirt.
After confirming that the other party was really still sleeping soundly, Minamoto no Yorimitsu took out a piece of paper and wiped it with her before gradually speeding up and driving towards his hometown.
There are gradually fewer and fewer high-rise buildings in the city outside the car window.
What appeared on both sides were endless fields and withered yellow trees on both sides of the road.
Even the wind outside the car window smells like earth.
As the car slowly drove down the expressway and entered the area with the [Miwa-cho] street sign, the dusty memories of my hometown were gradually opened.
Yorimitsu Minamoto turned off the car navigation.
Rows of intermittent telephone poles gradually appeared. Most of the low streets were single-family buildings, and the streets were also two lanes narrower than those in cities.
There were children chasing and fighting with dogs on the sidewalk.
There are flocks of sparrows chirping on the wires.
There are gradually fewer vehicles and pedestrians, the pace of walking is much slower, the proportion of elderly people is slowly increasing, and there is an atmosphere of slow pace.
Looking at this familiar yet unfamiliar place, Minamoto Yorimitsu's complicated mind unexpectedly calmed down in a rare way, and he felt a sense of homespun timidity.
The faces of my parents suddenly appeared in front of me.
My hometown is still further away.
After crossing an uphill road of nearly 30 degrees, Sakichu Kodou had woken up from the feeling of weightlessness. At the same time, he was reminded by Minamoto Yorimitsu that he was almost home.
The old house in my memory becomes clearer and clearer.
Memories come one after another like fragments of snowflakes.
In the end, Minamoto Yorimitsu saw a building exactly like the one in his memory at the end of his field of vision.
This house seems to be several decades old. In fact, most houses in Japan are of the same age and were built in bubbles.
Half of the vines climbed on the gray-white wall outside, but at this time of autumn, most of them were dead branches, and the peeling eaves exposed the gray cement.
In front of the door, there was a middle-aged man squatting on the roadside, holding a hammer-like tool in his hand, and he was beating the wood under his hands.
The car slowly stopped in front of the door.
The middle-aged man stopped what he was doing and looked up, and found a strange car parked in front of his house. He immediately became very unhappy and cursed rudely:
"What kind of bastard is this? Don't you know how to look at the road when you park? Did your parents not educate you?"
Didi——
The car honked twice.
Seeing that his polite words were not taken into consideration, the tall man became even more unhappy. His face darkened immediately. He stood up directly with the hammer in his hand. Staring at the car in front of him with wide eyes, he walked forward and waved the hammer to threaten.
road:
"Didn't you hear what I just said? It's not polite to park your car in front of someone else's house, don't you understand? Get out of the car and let me educate your parents..."
The man's loud voice suddenly stopped.
The hammer he was swinging in his hand also stopped moving.
I saw Minamoto Yorimitsu coming out of the car, looking at the middle-aged man with a strange expression, hesitating for a moment and then asked:
"Father, were you scolding yourself just now?"
"Do you want to hear what you're saying?"
"..."
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