This sentence makes me so eagerly that every time I see my mother standing on a plane and leaving the back of the wind, I will have the idea of ​​asking her to take her there.

I wanted to call my mother and ask her, "Can you take me there?"

However, every time I get a response, I always say a plain thing: "Liuli works harder and can go with her mother."

Work harder.

Work harder.

This vision has been with me for twelve years.

Twelve years, actually at this time, I already understood that my mother might be lying to herself.

She had never planned to take herself out, and had never planned to fulfill what she said. She probably forgot that place was probably the place she made up. She just wanted to use a wish to take the initiative to move forward in her direction and move forward according to her expectations...

At the beginning, my mother would occasionally take me out for food and buy me some gadgets for me...

But until later, because of her mother's career, she became more and more irritable.

Not only was she disappointed and sighed that I had not achieved her goal, but she also denied the promise she had decided to take me to the playground to play the game console because I had not achieved her goal.

What she is willing to give herself is getting less and less...

But why do I continue to follow my mother's words?

Because I think there is no other reason to keep moving forward except that I can play the piano melody with both hands now.

I don't know what I want.

I don't understand why July can keep reading so attentively.

I don't understand why July would run out alone after returning from a trip.

She and I were only five years old at that time.

Watching her sister grab the money she stolen from her father, watching her run out of the house resolutely, and seeing her running to the avenue and running into the distance until she completely disappeared from her sight...

My sister's back and the firm words she said to me before leaving, but my sister shook her head without listening to her dissuasion.

I still remember that I was leaning on the second floor of the villa, beside the window of my father's study, watching July leave with my own eyes.

I envy her very much.

I am very envious of my sister.

I also want to become like July, and like her, have the motivation to continue to persevere in one thing.

Have dreams, goals, and expectations.

And give unlimited strength to it.

For me at that time, only my mother could achieve this condition.

So, I persisted in the idea that my mother gave me.

So even later I realized that my mother was lying to me and that she was just using me and using her mother's identity, I was still willing to continue to persevere.

Because I believe that as long as I achieve my mother's final wish, she will definitely take me to the place full of maple leaves and the place where Ode to Joy is playing.

Because I know that although my mother has been using me, I am still her daughter...even if there is only a little bit in her mind.

But, on that day, I heard the conversation between my mother and my brother.

That day I realized that my mother had long forgotten her previous promise, and she had only the use of her mother's identity.

She said mercilessly, never treating herself as her daughter.

The only thing she saw in her eyes was that she had talent, learning ability, and only dreams that she had not achieved when she was young.

She never regarded herself as her daughter.

So, on that day, I cried.

Fortunately!

That day, someone who could understand me suddenly appeared.

He was still angry with me. I did such an excessive thing to him. He even said something he would never forgive me...but he was still willing to come over that day, while I was huddling in the corner and crying, and give me a hug that I could relax.

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I still remember what I felt back then.

So warm...

He slowly approached me, and when he said something I had not forgiven you, he took the initiative to pull me into his arms.

I pulled the clothes on his chest tightly, squeezed my head into his arms, and tears couldn't stop falling on his clothes.

Seeing that I was crying so hard, he patted my back with his hand...

The kind of feeling of holding yourself in your arms and comforting yourself carefully.

I always remember it.

From that day on, I noticed that he had changed a lot in my eyes.

He has become more handsome! He has become more sunny!

Become...smiling better.

Every time I secretly see him, my heartbeat will start to accelerate. Every time I eat the food he cooks for myself, there will be a warm current in my heart.

I... want to get close to him.

I really want to get close to him.

Fortunately, I want to hug him, so I want him to be nice to me.

And whenever I was still struggling with whether I had been forgiven by him, he would smile and tell me that it was okay...

fine...

What a heavy answer to me.

He moved for this before.

For this reason, I moved out of my home that I have been doing my best!

Because of my mistake...

I've seen him locking himself in the room without eating or drinking, and I've seen his room always be in a closed door.

Seeing his calm face, he decided to move out of his family.

sorry...

Really, I'm very sorry...

——Faced with the smile he smiled at me later, my mood to say this to him became even more urgent.

Guilt, warmth, the support and care he gave.

It made me extremely determined-I...can I completely believe him!

I really found the way I have never been able to find since I was a child!

I like him.

I want to watch him move forward, watch him move forward with me...

But, in the end.

They are all fake...

"Liuli, Liuli." Juharara shouted from the opposite side and held the girl's name with a firm look on her face.

I am far less liked by my sister than him, far less like that of my sister with him, and far less than that of my sister who can make him as happy as my sister.

Dad...I have Aunt Kazuhara.

Mom, too, has focused on her career.

My sister also got her persistence.

Only yourself is redundant.

Extra...

Yes, redundant.

Tianhai Jiuli sucked the cold air, tried hard to hold back the tears, and looked at the tip of the knife, and faced Kazuhara Raku together:

"Lejun."

"What do Liuri want to ask?" Suhara Ryuu saw that she seemed to be much calmer.

"What am I to Lejun?"

"...There is so much to say. In short, it's very important. If you don't believe it, I will try my best to justify it."

"Is that right... I'll feel relieved. I'm actually not qualified to question you, Lejun... I understand."

Juehara also took a breath, "Of course you are qualified to question me, after all, I have concealed you."
To be continued...