The Wonderful Daily Life of Nogizaka

After leaving the lounge, Baiyunshan's smile gradually disappeared.

His expression became calmer and calmer, as calm as an iceberg floating on the ocean. If you look closely, you can see that there are very complex emotions hidden.

He quickly went downstairs, said hello to Chuan Jingai who was passing by, and then ran directly in a certain direction.

Others may not know clearly, but he understands what day it is.

In addition to being the birthdays of these two little idols, January 22 also happens to be New Year’s Eve this year, and every New Year’s Eve, Baiyun Mountain has to do one thing:

Visit your parents who have passed away.

The parents here, of course, refer to the parents of the original owner of the body. The original owner of the body was already dead when Baiyun Mountain traveled through time. The cause of death was very simple, it was suicide.

The reason is also very simple. The original owner of the body, a teenage boy, a few years after his parents suddenly died in an accident, could not bear the loneliness and sadness caused by living alone, nor could he face the reality that his parents had passed away.

, finally chose to commit suicide on New Year's Eve when his family was supposed to be reunited a few years ago, and his lonely soul came to the end of loneliness.

After Baiyunshan traveled through time, the fusion of body and soul made him naturally affected by the obsession of the original owner, and the most serious thing was the uncontrollable loneliness and sadness brought about every New Year's Eve.

This feeling is the loneliness of death. After years of hard work, Baiyun Mountain has become much better. At least I will not be tempted to commit suicide on this day, but I still need to see my parents lying in the cemetery to relieve it.

Let go of negative emotions.

However, Baiyunshan did not object. He did not mention the fact that he had taken possession of their son's body. He had never worshiped them except for this day throughout the year, even during the Tomb Sweeping Festival and Bon Festival. He felt a little ashamed. Although he

I have no feelings for them. All my feelings come from the original owner of the body. But since I live in this world as their son, whether out of obligation or to relieve the obsession with the body, I meet him.

It is also appropriate to meet.

On the street, he shook out his black suit jacket, tightened his clothes slightly, and felt a long-lost coldness.

This coldness spreading from the bottom of his heart eroded his heart. He tried hard not to look too ugly, and then he hailed a taxi on the side of the road, bent down and got in the car and drove away.

...

In the lounge.

After making a fuss for a while, the members gradually calmed down and went back to rest. Erika Ikuta touched her head and said doubtfully: "Eh? Where did Baiyun-san go? I still want to return the magazine to him!"

"He went out just now, didn't he?" Sayuri Matsumura, who was lying on his back on a chair, replied lazily. It happened that Chuan Jingai passed by at this time, so he asked by the way: "Kuan Jingsan, did you see Baiyun Sang go there?"

Where is it?"

"Him? He seems to have something to do and has gone back first."

"gone back?"

The members looked at each other and felt a little strange. Although Baiyunshan was usually a little salty, he had never seen him leave early. Generally speaking, he would leave only after making sure nothing happened, but this was the first time.

return.

Ikoma Rina said thoughtfully: "By the way, don't you think Baiyun-san is a little strange today?"

Nana Hashimoto, who was reading quietly in the corner, silently took off her headphones.

"strangeness?"

"Yeah, I always feel like something is weird, but I can't quite put my finger on it."

"What's the meaning?"

"I don't understand either. I just feel that Baiyun Sang is a little different today than he usually is. He should be joking with us at this time, right? But today he seems much quieter and rarely even jokes.

You know, you often sit there alone, don’t you?” Ikoma Rina recalled: “I didn’t even play with the Mayonnaise Star character like Mai, it looks incredible!”

Mai Shiraishi's face darkened again as she lay with her gun beside her, then she leaned over and rubbed Rina Ikoma's face with squinted eyes, and said faintly: "Hey, hey, since everyone has almost forgotten this joke, don't bring it up.

Can't you? Ah? My cutest Ikoma-chan?"

"I've been married for a while, Mai-like-" Ikoma Rina said vaguely.

"Hey, Mai-chan, she is the cutest, then who am I? Don't you like Sayuri anymore? But even so, Sayuri still likes you~" Sayuri Matsumura on the side suddenly winked at her.

Those big eyes of Kazi Lauder were acting cute and jealous in front of Shiraishi Mai.

"Don't worry! Of course I like you the most, Sayuri-chan!" Lao Bai hugged her from left to right and patted her head generously.

"Hey, so am I!"

"Ugh~Mai-chan!"

"Hmm~ Sayuri-chan!"

Let's ignore the stupid couple's little theater that started again. Ichirai Reina next to her thought about it and said: "I also think Baiyun-san is a little strange today, but I couldn't put it in words just now. Now I think about it. In addition to her weird personality,

Weird, the clothes you are wearing today are also weird, right? He is wearing a black suit and a hat. It looks too formal. Isn’t it usually something you would wear at a funeral or when you are going to pay homage? "

"Funeral? It's so late. Is Baiyun Sang going to someone's funeral?" Huahua said in confusion.

"I don't know, I'm just guessing."

Nana Hashimoto took out her mobile phone and searched for relevant text, then looked at it silently for two seconds, seemed to have thought of something, put away her things and rushed out at a trot.

"Nanamin, where are you going?" Shiraishi Mai quickly asked.

"It's a bit urgent." Hashimoto Nana said without looking back. After a pause, she replied: "It may take a while before I come back."

"Be careful on the road!"

"Um."

...

At night, the wind is freezing.

The stars and moon are dim.

A certain cemetery in Tokyo.

Some of the tombstones were very clean, as if someone had taken care of them recently, while others had weeds growing over them, and the words on them were covered by dust, as if no one had seen them for a long time.

The layers of cemeteries are like terraces, spreading from bottom to top along both sides of the ramp. The tombstones look very similar, but they are engraved with different names, representing their past lives, but they have long since turned into stone over time.

The ashes, together with the memories, are buried under this square-inch stone tablet.

It was already eight o'clock in the evening, and the already sparsely populated cemetery was even colder at night. At a glance, not a single person could be seen, only the lampposts standing beside the road.

The weak light bulb is stubbornly glowing and generating heat.

The cold wind blew the corners of Baiyun Mountain's clothes.

He stood under the lamppost, looking at the silent forest of steles from a distance, without saying a word.