"Sincere, I've had a meal!"

A gentle and gentle call suddenly burst into my ears.

The man's consciousness gradually woke up, subconsciously opened his eyes, looked at the strange roof, and his head was confused for a few seconds.

Where did this come from?

Questions filled Matsuda's sincerity's heart. Before he could think too much, he sat up habitually. The whole vision suddenly changed, his eyes moved downward, and moved from the ceiling to the white wall as white as new.

Then, he rubbed his eyes unconsciously, and a lazy yawn rang out.

"Ha~" breathed out a long breath.

A familiar palm appeared in the field of view and quickly pasted it above the field of view.

After a sigh, covering his head with a slight headache, Matsuda Zhencheng sat quietly on the bed, turned his head to stare at the photos on the desk, a little stunning.

I remembered it.

Oh yes, it turns out I'm at home...

I sat up slowly and looked around. The room was simple, with almost no debris, only a bed and some old books.

A set of normal work uniforms are neatly hung on the hanger beside the bed, and the tabletop is spotlessly wiped with a faint luster.

The books are arranged neatly, close to the photo frame. In the area in the center of the desktop, a green automatic pencil is pressed against a thick stack of draft papers filled with fonts.

It seems that because my arms are pressed too much and I rubbed my head too much, the content on the draft paper is no longer very clear, and I can barely recognize a few lines of handwriting.

"The bubble sound is a sound that fully relaxes the throat..."

It seems to look familiar. Although I forgot what it was written, my body seemed to be instinctively trying to make a sound while watching...

Matsuda took a few serious glances and focused on the album.

The family photo of the five people on the table was in front of a cherry blossom forest with pink air floating on the background. Matsuda in the photo was still very immature. His face, which had not yet grown, had soft eyebrows and eyes, and an exaggerated curve was raised on the corners of his mouth, showing a very bright smile.

Next to him, the childish girl and the boy stood tightly beside him. The boy was born fair and smiled a little shyly. The girl held his arm tightly and pressed her entire face against his shoulders, with a smile on her pretty face.

This is Matsuda Zhenma's younger brother and sister who are far away in Hokkaido.

On the other side of the photo, a middle-aged man hugged the woman beside him and snuggled in his arms. The two looked at each other, and there was warmth between their eyebrows.

While rubbing the photo frame, a sudden sound of footsteps outside the door came from far and near. After a few seconds, it stopped.

"Nissan, it's time to eat."

A crisp sound like a yellow oriole chirping came from outside, and it was still as lively as ever.

"Well... I understand."

He was a little stunned and put the photo frame back into its original position.

His eyes stayed on the album for a few more seconds, then moved horizontally to the side, gradually approaching the door, and finally walked out.

The corridor outside the door is very short, and at the end is a staircase.

Matsuda was familiar with the two doors, walked down the stairs and turned right, and then came the kitchen.

The kitchen is not big, except for the dining table, there is a long hazel table and several chairs.

At the dining table, there was a middle-aged man with newspaper covering his face, a girl with white and tender feet with loose hair, and a boy with a scattered hair and sitting seriously.

"Nissan, it's so slow."

Seeing the visiting person, the girl muttered.

"Sorry, I'm getting up late." Matsuda smiled sincerely.

It was like a reminder, and after that, he walked to the dining table and sat down. Then the woman in an apron held the dining plate and walked to the side and placed the plate containing the food in front of him.

"Mom, sit down and have a meal."

The girl wearing strawberry pajamas next to her was a petite girl with big eyes and bright light, staring straight at the plate with food on the table.

And his younger brother just glanced at her like disgust, and felt the meaning of "embarrassment" before he could speak.

"Well, mom understand..."

She raised her gentle smile, took off her apron, and walked to the opposite side to sit down.

As the woman took her seat, the man put down the newspaper in his hand, revealing a serious but gentle face.

"Let's have a meal."

"I'm starting!"

His eyes remained on the plate in front of him, but he did not take the next move.

After a few seconds, his eyes turned and focused on the man next to him.

"dad……"

Matsuda's sincere tone was a little low, but inexplicably, it felt like he had made up his mind.

"What's wrong?" the man asked with his head down.

"I... have something...I want to say something."

Matsuda was sincere and intermittent, a little stuttering, and seemed very hesitant, but at the end he spoke out in a straightforward manner.

"What's the matter?" the man continued to ask, putting down the chopsticks in his hand, looking very willing to listen.

"Nissan~"

The girl seemed to understand what was going to happen next, and reached out and pulled his sleeve. She was about to say a few words, but the mother on the opposite side shook her head to stop her.

"Dad, I..." The boy's head was buried lower and lower, as if he was about to stick to the plate.

I paused for a few seconds, and finally said it.

"I want to go to Beijing."

As soon as the words fell, the dining table fell into silence.

"I'm still fantasizing about being a voice actor?" The man's tone was a little dissatisfied, even with a hint of anger.

The atmosphere on the dining table suddenly became solemn, as if he was about to squeeze him out of breath and his body could not move.

The boy's entire face was almost on the table, and he did not dare to shake his head and look at the man's majestic and oppressive eyes. At this moment, the eyes were filled with blue lace tablecloths, which occupied his field of vision.

"Um."

His answer was as delicate as a mosquito, but his timidity was full of determination.

The tense atmosphere was solemnly seeping out of water at this moment, as if the next moment, a torrent was surging, causing a terrifying wave.

Next, the man frowned and scolded his son who was about to bury his head under the dining table.

"Don't just have these unrealistic dreams just because you are young..."

Then the woman began to persuade the man who was in a rage. The boy just looked at his brother faintly, not knowing what he was thinking. The girl beside him buried her head and was silent, but under the table, her little hand was holding the corner of his clothes tightly, unwilling to relax.

In the end, he couldn't hear what the man was saying, and his ears fell into death. Only the corner of the clothes under the collar kept coming from the pulling force, reminding him that it was not over yet.

The thought of Shangjing should have been occupied by the idea of ​​going to Beijing at that time, so I couldn't hear any sound.

As the person involved, Matsuda Zhencheng suddenly felt this strong thought in his heart at this moment, as if it was taken for granted, and he firmly believed it.

Finally, the pulling force at the corner of the clothes slowly disappeared, and my father could not sense the hot gaze. The blue lace tablecloth covering the field of vision gradually became blurred, and finally formed only a dark blue light curtain.

It was like a shimmering lake under the scorching summer sun. When you entered your eyes, it was full of halos reflected by light through the lake surface, dazzling and hot, causing waves to set off in your heart, rolling and stirring freely, turning into a huge rock called dizzy, oppressing him to extend his thoughts and gradually get lost.

…………

On Thursday, April 16, the weather is clear.

As usual, the alarm clock woke Matsuda Zhencheng again at seven o'clock.

"So it's a dream..." He slowly opened his eyes and raised his face straight towards the blank ceiling.

"It's Sunday anyway, it's okay to sleep for a while..." The man rubbed his eyes sleepily, yawned, and habitually knocked the alarm clock, telling it not to scream again.

I have to say that this old guy bought in a 100-yuan store is so dedicated every day, and I don’t know if he will be shocked one day.

I yawned for a long time, then continued to lie down and sniffed for a while.

The cool breeze passed through the gradually widening gap, as if it had found a vent, and rushed into the house after rushing to the terror.

Matsuda Zhenmae, who was still lying on the bed, couldn't help but tremble, and then reached out to tighten the collar.

"Show! Great time in life is to show it!" A friend's declaration seemed to ring in his ears.

Although I don’t agree with the saying “showing it off”, it is rare to have a little rest one day and lying quietly in bed is also a beautiful thing.

Buzz —

Matsuda's mobile phone ringtone is the default, a simple, monotonous and extremely familiar classic Nokia melody. The caller persists in continuous calls, and the black phone keeps trembling and buzzing by the bed.

The lion has to praise this guy for his perseverance.

"Hey, Nobunaga--" Matsuda was sincerely vague.

"Matsuda, have you gone out? My car has already been driven out, wait..."
To be continued...