I! Cleaner!

"Anna..."

Just like Leon in the memory, after calling out the name of the girl in front of her, Emma felt that the fatigue all over her body receded like a tide, and even her shoulders, which were as heavy as a thousand-jin weight, suddenly relaxed. stand up.

But what replaced it was not joy and joy from the heart, but a lingering regret and shame.

"I lost my job..."

After saying this dejectedly, Emma...or rather the former Leon, explained with annoyance:

"I'm really not lazy, but I can still only carry about half of the weight of others. The foreman only paid me half a month's salary so that I don't have to go to the dock tomorrow. I..."

"You're already fine."

The dim oil lamp and the girl's gentle footsteps approached together, and after a warm hug, a sound of comfort without the slightest hint of blame rang in Emma's ears.

"Brother, it's not your fault. I know that you must have done your best. I left food for you tonight. Come into the house quickly and have a good rest after eating..."

"I……"

"Senior Emma?"

The confused whisper in her ears and the heat from her palms pulled Emma out of this memory that was not hers.

After shaking her head in confusion, looking at Leon who looked a little confused, Emma came back to her senses and said apologetically:

"I'm sorry, I just...well...I must have seen your past memories."

Looking at the slightly fluorescent white bricks under her feet, Emma said softly:

"If I guess correctly, if two people step on the same brick, the person who steps on it later will seem to see the memory of the previous person.

Leon, if you mind, I actually..."

"It doesn't matter, let's see."

Recalling the time when he lost his job carrying bags at the dock for the first time, secretly found a place to cry, and was comforted by Anna's gentle words, Leon smiled slightly embarrassedly.

"There should be nothing too invisible in my memories. And if you, senior, had not saved Anna when we were in the hospital, these memories would be...well...in short, if you look at my memories, you can I won’t mind if I help you cross the Black and White Bridge, senior.”

"Thanks……"

Holding Leon's warm and strong palm, his frank and warm emotions warmed her from her hand to her heart. Emma's palm finally stopped being slightly cold, and a little blood reappeared on her pale face.

After making sure she was ready, Leon, who was still standing with one foot outside the bridge, clenched his fist, then raised the other foot and stood completely on the black and white bridge.

White bricks also represent bricks of happiness.

And Emma, ​​who got Leon's promise, regained her courage and stepped on the bridge with both feet.

"Brother!"

What appeared in front of Emma this time was the younger brother of the Lyon family who was very cute and tiger-headed, but always had a serious expression on his face and looked like a little adult.

At this moment, Emma, ​​or rather Leon in her memory, was standing next to a wall, staring at the nails on the wall in ecstasy. William, who was standing side by side with Leon by the wall, was raising his head and asking seriously:

"Brother, are you sick?"

Is Leon sick this time?

After hearing brother Leon's question, Emma couldn't help but be slightly startled.

Shouldn't it? Leon stepped on the white piece. This should be a happy memory, right?

In the memory, Leon seemed to have the same doubts as Emma. After shaking his body a little, Leon said with a puzzled face:

"No, I've been a little tired recently, but there should be nothing wrong with my health."

"Do not lie to me!"

After taking a serious look at Leon, and then looking down at his own back, William also shook his body like a little adult, and then frowned and said seriously:

"If you weren't sick, why would your place be so swollen..."

"Cough cough cough! Cough cough cough!"

After coughing violently with the loudest voice in his life and forcefully waking Emma up from his memories, Leon didn't expect that the memory of the brothers "letting go" by the wall would also be captured by the Black and White Bridge. With an embarrassed face, he said to Emma, ​​who was in a daze:

"What, I just thought about it. Although I don't mind sharing my memories with you, senior, but... uh... but there are some situations where it is more special... so... uh... can I filter the content first? , and then you step on it again?”

Through the palms that were still clenched together, I could feel the embarrassment surging in Leon's heart, which was enough to make someone dig out a big flat layer with their toes. Emma, ​​who came back to her senses, also understood and knew what she had just done. What scene did you see?

After recalling the strange but extremely real touch, Emma's fair face couldn't help but blush suddenly, and even her shiny and small earlobes were stained with a hint of crimson, and then she hurriedly turned her head away.

"Okay...ok..."

"..."

damn it! I asked why I was so lucky this time. My feet were covered in white patches. It turned out they were waiting for me here!

After secretly cursing his luck, Leon took a deep breath and took the third step.

White lump, still white lump.

This time Melanie appears. Although she is naughty and loves to cause trouble, most of the time, she is still a warm-hearted little cotton-padded jacket.

The good memory related to her was that she was caught in freezing rain while selling newspapers. The next day, she had a high fever. Anna ran out to buy medicine for her, and Melanie took William to dig out a few nests of crow eggs to replenish her body.

Well... it was actually pretty good up to this point, but unfortunately, in the next week, her house was attacked by a group of angry crows, and from the door to the windowsill, it was covered with half-dried bird droppings everywhere.

When she recovered from her illness and took a shovel to clean it up, the gray-white dry bird droppings accumulated more than two fingers thick. It had to be knocked down with a hammer before it could be removed. It took her three or four days to barely clean it up.

I can only say that... a certain little cotton jacket is warm enough when it is warm, but it really leaks when it should leak...

After reading this warm but ridiculous memory, Leon couldn't help but shook his head helplessly, and then squeezed the palm of Senior Emma hard, indicating that there was nothing to be avoided this time, and she could step on it.

However, Leon pinched several times in a row, and Senior Emma, ​​who fell behind, did not continue to move forward, and remained silent. A wave of grief that almost overflowed, but along the tightly clenched palms of the two, broke into Leon's heart.

"Emma, ​​my daughter..."

With the grief that almost broke his heart in half, Leon only felt a slight swelling and pain in his ears, and a call with a little resentment in sorrow, but full of worry and reluctance, trembled and drilled into his eardrum.

"It's been six years... Are you doing well?"