The Wonderful Daily Life of Nogizaka

On the day of the accident, Hashimoto Nana was still in class at school.

She still remembers clearly that it was Nagano, the math teacher at the time, who rushed to the classroom where she was at that time and called her to the corridor outside the classroom.

Teacher Nagano is a woman about fifty years old. She always has a pair of heavy eyes hanging on the bridge of her nose. She always wears mostly dark clothes and looks ordinary.

It was rare for her to even speak a little louder when she was in a hurry with someone, but this time she looked anxious.

At that time, Nana Hashimoto thought that she had made a big mistake without knowing it, and she felt a little uneasy. Under the strange looks of concern from the whole class, she left the classroom without saying a word, closed the door and turned around.

, but when he saw the other party looking serious, he said: "Hashimoto-san, there is something important that I need to inform you about. Please be mentally prepared."

"What's up?"

The most serious thing in Nana Hashimoto's mind at that time was that her grades plummeted during the final exam, which made her parents feel disappointed. She could not have expected the conversation that followed.

"Your father had an accident and is currently being treated in the hospital. He may not be able to survive -"

"..."

"Your mother called the school and asked me to take you to the hospital now -"

"..."

"Let's go quickly, we're running out of time."

"..."

Hashimoto Nana didn't know how she followed Teacher Nagano out of the school in the next period of time, took a taxi and rushed to the hospital. By the time she regained consciousness from her hazy state, she was already downstairs of the hospital.

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When she looked up, she saw that the sky was gray and the dark clouds were as thick as lead. It seemed like it was going to snow. But unexpectedly, she didn't feel very cold. She didn't know whether it was because her clothes were thick enough or because of her subconscious mind.

I was so anxious that I no longer cared about this.

The nurse on duty took them to the corridor outside the operating room. Mrs. Hashimoto and her younger brother Kenta Hashimoto had been waiting here for a long time. The former had cried so hard that her eyelids were red and swollen, her face was haggard, and she looked like the sky was falling.

When I came, I just took a look, and then I fell into that lost state again.

The latter was still young and could not quite understand the seriousness of the matter at this time. Although he was sad, he felt more at a loss. However, he was infected by the atmosphere and began to cry unconsciously, sobbing beside him.

In contrast, Hashimoto Nana seems to be the most mature and calm among the three.

The nurse gave her a look of praise and sigh, and then gave each of them a glass of water to comfort them. As for Teacher Nagano, after sending them over, since she still had classes to be busy at school, she asked them to comfort them.

After saying a few words to her and Mrs. Hashimoto, he hurriedly left again.

The waiting time was extremely long.

To this day, Hashimoto Nana can no longer remember exactly how long she waited. She only remembers that there were many people coming and going in the corridor, but the clock on the wall moved very slowly, and every minute and every second paused for a long time.

, so long that her heartbeat was almost at the same level, and she was slowly out of breath.

The seats in the corridor outside the operating room seemed to have someone's unsettling magic power. It was difficult to sit on them calmly. The dead air was filled with a solemn atmosphere, and even the water in the water glass seemed to freeze due to the depressing low pressure.

Became ice.

It wasn't until an unknown amount of time passed that the closed door of the operating room finally opened.

Everyone immediately gathered around him like ants attracted by honey. A middle-aged man who looked like the attending doctor came out. He looked tired, and even before he could wipe away the fine sweat on his forehead, he took a deep breath.

After taking a breath, he bowed and said in a deep voice.

"terribly sorry--"

This sentence seemed to be the last straw that broke the camel's back. The grieving Mrs. Hashimoto tilted her head and fainted. Fortunately, the nurse next to her held her in time to prevent her from falling.

The younger brother was frightened by this scene and began to cry loudly. The whole corridor was in chaos. The stretcher and the medical staff came and went, comforting the crying Hashimoto brother and helping him faint.

Mrs. Hashimoto passed by and got on the stretcher, then hurried to the emergency room.

Only Hashimoto Nanami, who was standing calmly on the spot, had the opportunity to glance into the operating room at this chaotic moment, and saw the figure lying on the operating table that had been covered by a white cloth, and saw the figure looming under the white cloth.

Half a face——

The face is familiar, pale but extremely calm, so calm that it even makes people feel a little peaceful.

It's like falling asleep...

For some reason, Hashimoto Nanami suddenly had such an idea in her mind.

Then I finally couldn't control my sadness, and tears poured out of my eyes, blurring my vision and reason. I squatted on the ground helplessly and cried.

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Not long after that day passed, there was Hashimoto's father's funeral.

Hashimoto Nana didn't take the time to go to school to ask for a few days off. In fact, even if she didn't go to school to apply, the knowledgeable teacher Nagano had already prepared these few days for her, so it was just a process.

The funeral was not well-arranged, even a little shabby, and not many people came. Most of them were relatives, friends, and friends and colleagues of Hashimoto’s father.

Of course, there were also Hashimoto Nanami's friends and classmates, as well as members of the basketball team. Most of them stood far away and bowed. Seeing the girl's haggard look, they did not go over to talk to her, but asked the attendants.

Mr. Nagano got up and helped, compiled a letter of condolence written by everyone, and secretly sent it during the funeral.

After the ritual, snow began to fall from the sky. It was obviously April, but it still snowed in Asahikawa. Everyone said that the snow fell for the death of Hashimoto’s father, even Mrs. Hashimoto was no exception.

Believe in this.

The falling snowflakes extinguished the lit incense, but no one paid any attention to it. The staff and relatives who were responsible for helping with the funeral helped drive Hashimoto's father's coffin to the cemetery for burial. The whole process was silent, except for the occasional person.

I secretly glanced at my sister and brother who were standing beside Mrs. Hashimoto throughout the whole process, and a sigh flashed through my eyes, lamenting their pitiful fate.

Hashimoto Nana didn't notice these glances, but she didn't care about them.

Her eyes followed the dark and thick coffin, which was buried inch by inch in the soil. She felt as if something was missing in her heart, a sense of unreality, and an emptiness that she couldn't describe.

Suddenly, a low sobbing sound came from my ears.

When she turned around to look, she realized that her mother had seen this scene and couldn't help crying with red eyes. Her brother beside her was holding her hand helplessly, with the same confusion and sadness on her face.

It was only then that she suddenly realized that that glance was the last real face-to-face between her and her father——

The way of leaving was so ordinary.

From then on, some people can only see it through cameras and memories.

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