The Wonderful Daily Life of Nogizaka

The corridor of the hospital seems to be endless.

Nana Hashimoto was walking in this corridor. She vaguely remembered that she came here after hearing some news, and she also vaguely remembered that someone was accompanying her, but when she thought about it carefully, she couldn't remember anything.

My heart was full of helpless panic.

It seemed that she was in pain and sadness, making it impossible for her to calmly stop and think.

She could only walk, as if this could comfort her surging emotions, and she kept walking forward. There was no light in the corridor that was so long that it seemed to have no end. The sky outside the window was also gloomy, with dark clouds as thick as lead.

Shrouded in the sky, there is neither sun nor light.

She is the only one here.

A lonely person.

I don’t know how long it took until it passed.

A beam of light suddenly lit up.

I smelled a familiar smell on the tip of my nose.

...

...

The afternoon sun shines in from outside the glass with window grilles, refracted and focused into spots of light, brightly jumping on the corners and ceiling. The curtains next to the open window are rolled up by the wind, and the bulging arc is like an open embrace, as casual as the waves.

It surges and makes a roaring sound when it subsides.

The green plants stretch lazily in the sunshine, and you can vaguely hear the crisp chirping of birds coming from the telephone poles outside the house. When you look up, you can see a corner of the sky with blue sky and clouds, which makes you feel very comfortable.

The entire living room was enveloped in such warmth.

The lid of the electric pot in the kitchen was half-draped, and steam was boiling inside. The rich aroma was emitting, making people's fingers lick their fingers. When the wind came in through the cracks in the window, it spread everywhere.

Smelling this fragrance, Nana Hashimoto gradually woke up from the table where she was lying.

She yawned lazily and stretched again. She opened her eyes in confusion and looked at the picture in front of her. Her pupils were hard to focus for a while.

After a while, she remembered that the school had a half-day holiday today. When she left school in the afternoon, she did not go to play with her friends. Instead, she went home directly after training with the members of the basketball team.

After returning home, I felt a little hungry, so I prepared to cook some curry. Unexpectedly, I fell asleep without realizing it...

Oops, curry——

When he thought of this word, Hashimoto Nana's mind suddenly became clearer, and he quickly got up and ran to the kitchen.

Fortunately, when I looked over, I immediately breathed a sigh of relief. The fire on the stove had been turned off long ago, the curry had been cooked, and it was not as mushy as I imagined——

Walking out of the kitchen with a bowl in hand and sitting down at the dining table, Hashimoto Nanami silently muttered "I'm starting", then raised her chopsticks and was about to fill her stomach, but suddenly stopped again.

She felt an inexplicable feeling in her chest.

She sat there in a daze, feeling as if she had just had a long, long dream. Something very sad and sad seemed to have happened in the dream, but no matter how she thought about it now, she could not remember it.

What exactly is it...

Could it be that I dreamed that I failed the exam again?

When she thought of her mother's ugly face, the girl couldn't help but shudder, and felt happy in her heart, well... luckily it was just a dream——

At this moment, there was a sudden sound of opening the door at the entrance. Nana Hashimoto quickly put down the bowls and chopsticks and walked to the entrance in slippers. She happened to see her parents who had gone out together today come back, and there was a little boy standing next to her.

, it is her brother Kenta Hashimoto, who is several years younger than her.

"We're back."

"Why are you back so early today?"

The girl is a little curious.

"Have you forgotten?"

The mother on the side looked at her daughter with a strange face and said, "Today is your birthday, Nanamin? Oh, by the way, it's also your father's—"

Birthday?

Hashimoto Nana looked back subconsciously and saw that the calendar on the wall clearly showed that it was February 20th.

Is today actually my birthday?——

"Yes! My father and mother took me to buy cakes just now. There were many, many delicious cakes -"

The younger brother, who seemed to be only about the waist of his parents, raised his head and said loudly in a show-off manner: "Sang, the cake seller, said that it is best to scald the cake cutting knife with boiling water, so that it will be easier to cut...

.Sister, what degree of water is considered boiling water?"

Seeing the little brat like his younger brother, Hashimoto Nana couldn't help laughing, and deliberately said: "Isn't that easy? Put your hand in and if it feels hot, it's almost like boiling water -"

"Really?" Brother Hashimoto subconsciously looked back at his mother to confirm.

"Don't listen to your sister's nonsense!"

The mother couldn't help scolding her angrily, and then urged as she walked in: "Hurry up and take off your shoes and go in, get ready to eat cake..." Then she smelled the fragrance wafting from the dining table,

"Huh? Nanamin, have you made curry yet—"

"oh."

After being scolded, Hashimoto's younger brother immediately stood down like an eggplant beaten by frost. He lowered his head to change his shoes and caught a glimpse of his sister's unabashed smile of schadenfreude.

The father complained: "Dad, my sister bullied me——"

"Why did I bully you?"

Before her father could answer, Hashimoto Nana interrupted: "Last time you wanted to buy a new desk, I helped you pick it out!"

"But it didn't take long to be replaced by you -"

"That's because the height is inappropriate. Look at you, you are so small. Your feet can't even touch the ground when you sit on the chair. How can you use that table-"

"I don't care, you're just bullying me anyway! Dad——"

"Okay, okay, don't argue, don't argue-"

The father smiled helplessly, nodded, and said gently: "Nanamin, just exchange the desk and your brother back. Dad will buy a new one for you another day."

"I want to buy new ones too!"

"Okay, okay, daddy will help Kenta buy a new one another day, okay?"

"Long live daddy!"

After comforting his youngest son, the father turned to look at his daughter and said with a smile: "Birthday gifts are a separate matter. This should not be regarded as a birthday gift. Nanamin can tell her if she thinks of what gift she wants--"

"Long live daddy!"

The girl also imitated her brother and cheered happily.

"Don't stand here talking, go in, it's time to get ready to eat cake, there is another one tonight -"

"Um."

Hashimoto Nana smiled and nodded vigorously, watching her father walk towards the living room step by step. He was about to walk in with him, but suddenly stopped.

The expression on his face gradually became confused unconsciously.

"Huh? What's wrong, Nanamin?"

Realizing that the daughter behind him didn't seem to be coming with him, the father turned around in confusion.

"No, no..."

Nana Hashimoto only felt that the corners of her eyes were a little moist, and her eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of mist. Her expression was a little sad, and she couldn't help but press her chest gently: "I just felt that I suddenly thought of something sad -

—”

"Sad things? Is there anything sad?"

Yes, is there anything sad?

It’s a rare holiday, the weather is so sunny, just looking at the blue sky is enough to make me feel comfortable. I don’t have any worries recently, my family is reunited at home, celebrating my birthday happily——

Is there anything worth feeling sad about?

Maybe not...

Or maybe——

Hashimoto Nana looked at her father's familiar face, pursed her lips gently, and forced a smile on her face, but tears flowed down from the corners of her eyes and slid down her cheeks.

She suddenly remembered the very long dream just now.

Speak softly.

"Welcome back, Dad."