107. People will be sensible when they grow up, right?
As soon as he left the house, he felt a little regretful.
The sun hung high in the sky like a fireball, making it difficult to look directly at it. The midday wind carried the heat and blew towards my face. Two o'clock in the afternoon was also the hottest time of the day.
Minamoto no Yorimitsu tugged on his collar, trying to dispel the stuffy heat from his body.
There are not many pedestrians in the town at all, not only because the temperature is hot now, but also because young people are not at home.
Big cities attract countless young people to rush in one after another, sinking in the luxuriant urban night scene and unable to extricate themselves. This is the case in the countryside of every country in the world.
Tokyo, Kyoto, Osaka, Yokohama, Nagoya...
They all went to these familiar cities.
How many people go to the city with unrealistic dreams, and then superficially indulge in the romance and forget to leave. When they are tired, they look back and realize that there is no place for themselves.
While leaving the city sadly.
While cursing the unfairness of fate.
But how many people have really tried hard?
In other words, I knew it was a difficult thing to do, but I had to pursue unrealistic and persistent dreams without thinking about my family and my own future.
This is not chasing dreams.
This is stupid.
Minamoto no Yorimitsu was walking on the slopes of the town, his thoughts constantly surging in his mind, but his eyes were looking into the distance, looking at the gem-like blue sky and the quiet and peaceful clouds.
The air in the countryside is filled with the fragrance of earth.
Feel the heat flowing through your body.
Minamoto Yorimitsu turned around and looked at Sakichu Kodō, who was following closely behind him. The latter's temples were slightly soaked with sweat and stuck to his cheeks, looking a little blushing. It was obvious that he was not shy this time.
"Is it hot?" he stopped and asked.
Sakichu Kodō, who was lowering his head to follow his footsteps, was stunned for a moment, and almost bumped into Minamoto no Yorimitsu's back without noticing. After reacting, his red face shook quickly.
Compared to driving a car and looking at the scenery.
Minamoto Yorimitsu prefers to measure the land with his feet.
In fact, he had other thoughts when he returned home this time.
From the moment I entered this body, I learned about the sinful simulator of love, and continued to fight with Green Tea, it actually took a lot of effort, and coming back this time felt like a vacation.
So whether it was Yoshikage Amami’s offer to stay or Oyakubaucha Chaon’s invitation, Minamoto Yorimitsu turned them all down without any hesitation——
People always need a little rest. He regards drinking green tea as work, so it is normal to have a holiday, right?
"Would you like to go back and drive..."
Just when Minamoto Yorimitsu felt a little too selfish and wanted to go back and take her for a drive, an old voice mixed with smoke sounded.
"Young man from the Yuan family? Come in and sit down!"
Minamoto Yoriguang followed the sound and looked to the side, and found an old man half lying on a wicker chair, shaking a fan, looking at him with a smile from a small shop hung with cloth banners.
Looking at the dilapidated small shops and familiar old faces.
The dead memories began to attack him again.
"Grandpa Mitsunaga?"
Minamoto Yorimitsu hesitated for a moment.
Seemingly seeing his hesitation, he actually failed to remember himself for a moment. The old man lying on the wicker chair couldn't help but glared: "Why, you don't recognize me now that you've become successful?"
"No, it's been too long since I've seen you." Minamoto norimitsu smiled bitterly, and the memory of the old man and the store that had not changed in his memory came to mind.
To be honest, when he first came here, he was afraid of meeting any familiar people.
But after completely accepting his parents, Minamoto no Yorimitsu has gradually integrated into the world, so he is quite calm when seeing familiar people again. He has already been prepared in his heart, so he is not too panicked.
"You've grown so big in the blink of an eye."
The old man snorted twice and didn't care. Instead, he said with some emotion: "You went to college in Kyoto, right? It's almost time to graduate. Ichiro has really given birth to a good child in his life."
Some people in this town may not know Genki Ichiro.
But there is absolutely no one who doesn’t know Minamoto Yorimitsu.
The local influence of being admitted to Kyoto University is no less than that of Tokyo University. The mayor personally came to send him a red ribbon of congratulations, and he was also known as someone else’s child by his neighbor’s parents on the street.
"You graduate tomorrow summer, how is your health lately?"
"Do you still know how to care about me?" The old man waved his fan and said, "You can get whatever water you want to drink. After finally coming back, don't leave me alone."
"Is this the girlfriend your boy brought back?"
"Yes, her name is Sakusatsu Koto, and her hometown is in the next town."
"No wonder I haven't been back for so long and suddenly I came home. Naoko must have asked you to bring her back to see."
The old man looked at Sakichu Xiaoteng next to him, and said with a satisfied smile: "You have good taste, you are quite knowledgeable..."
"..."
"Child, you can take whatever you want to eat or drink, no need to be polite."
"Thank you grandpa..."
Koto Sakichu blushed and nodded.
"Are you planning to take this child for a stroll? There is nothing else at home except land, and none of you young people want to be at home."
Minamoto no Yorimitsu took out two bottles of soda from the dilapidated refrigerator and heard the old man's voice with an angry tone, but he knew that this was a common situation among elderly people in the countryside.
"I plan to visit the fields and the river bank. I haven't been there for a long time."
"Would you like to walk there? The embankment is far away."
There was a look of nostalgia in the old man's eyes, and he sighed and couldn't help but reminisce:
"But there are woods there that are quite shady. I used to like to be lazy there when I was young. It reminds me of the time when I was digging in the sand."
Although he was not interested in the old man's experience of digging sand, Minamoto Noraimitsu still listened carefully to what the other party said. Listening carefully is the most basic respect for a person in a conversation.
Just hearing the old man say that made him remember it.
The small river is quite far from the town. It is a small tributary of the upper reaches of the Kamogawa River. It is about seven or eight kilometers away. I don't know how long it will take to walk across it, and the weather is still relatively hot now.
Just when Minamoto no Yorimitsu decided to go back and drive, the corner of his eye suddenly glanced at the open space next to the old man, where a tricycle with some peeling paint was parked quietly.
"Can I borrow your tricycle?"
Minamoto Noraimitsu walked straight over with the soda in his hand, and touched the slightly hot tricycle with his hand. A sense of familiarity and intimacy suddenly came over him.
Except for riding around when I was a kid...
He ran to someone's grave and overturned his car.
He was pretty sure he had never ridden a tricycle.
This feeling...
It's like an anime he watched in his previous life.
The male protagonist in Zero no Tsukaima has the ability to instantly master all weapons.
Only then did Minamoto no Yorimitsu remember that he seemed to have drawn skills related to tricycles before.
"Ah?" Compared to Minamoto Yorimitsu, who was a little lost in thought, the old man was stunned for a moment and then said with a smile: "It's up to you, as long as they want it, don't forget to pay it back."
Although he is old, he also knows that men care about face, so riding a tricycle is nothing.
Little girls nowadays are very picky.
I heard that men who ride bicycles in big cities will be looked down upon. I don’t know if it’s true or not. It sounds like the world is in decline.
Minamoto no Yorimitsu gradually came back to his senses after hearing the sound. He glanced at Sakichu Kodou, whose face was red from the sun, and took another straw hat on sale nearby: "Then let me get you another hat."
"I said you don't want to go out, but you really don't want to go out!"
What the old man said just now was very beautiful, but when he saw that he was really not polite at all, he still felt a little uncomfortable and rolled his eyes at him.
"I dare not refuse a gift from my elders."
"Take it, take it, what the college student said makes sense, so I'll give it to you."
Mitsunaga Takuya waved his fan angrily. Although he felt a little sad that he didn't make any money today, he was still very happy to meet the child.
Watching Minamoto Yorimitsu pushing his tricycle away and the two children disappearing into the street, the smile on his face gradually faded away.
"It's good to be young."
Watching their figures fading away, the old man couldn't help but sigh slightly.
He used his right hand to prop up his slightly stooped body. He felt too bored and was about to go inside to watch TV, but as soon as he took two steps, he found a piece of money pressed on the counter.
Hikari Eternal Takuya was stunned for a moment.
Picking up the large note, his cloudy eyes were slightly moved, and finally he sighed heavily.
"When children grow up, they will be sensible..."
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