Am I being simulated by their love affair.

Chapter 143 A Dream Before Hokkaido

Jun Matsueda looked at the two open suitcases on the ground.

One is big and the other is small, one is black and the other is white. The big white one is Wangyue Yao's, and the small black one is his own, which he bought when he moved out of the welfare home.

Two empty boxes, Jun Matsueda looked at the girl lying on the bed.

Wangyue Yao is in a bad mood today and is lying on the ground. He should pack up his own things first.

He first put the things he bought with Yamami Matsukori on Sunday into the suitcase, put the slippers in the bag, and placed them sideways against the wall of the suitcase, and put the clothes for changing in the middle. Hokkaido is quite cold, so he should bring a thicker coat.

Put the travel toiletries set in the interlayer, together with the comb and other things, and bring some warming patches just in case.

Just put the power bank and coin purse in the shoulder bag, Matsueda Jun nodded, these were put in according to Yamami Maki's instructions.

A message from a senior student just happened to arrive: "Don't forget to bring the things you bought for Songzhi!"

Jun Matsueda took a photo and sent it over to show that he had remembered her advice well.

Yamami Moki finally sent an emoticon of a chirping and nodding bird, the same as her avatar.

The girl on the other side had just walked out of the bathroom, her beautiful figure shining in the mirror, and she was looking at the pictures on her mobile phone.

Next to the black suitcase, there is a corner of a white suitcase.

"Does Matsueda-kun have two boxes?"

Matsueda Jun closed his suitcase and looked at the girl on the bed. "We're leaving tomorrow, aren't you planning on packing?"

Wangyue Yao lay in bed without moving, "This afternoon, I dreamed of my aunt."

The girl's words had sounded like she was talking in a dream recently, but now her tone was particularly clear.

The bedroom door and windows were closed, but the temperature inside the room dropped as if a cold wind had blown through.

"In the dream, my aunt asked me why I could abandon her with such peace of mind."

Mochizuki Haruka's shoulders were trembling. Matsueda Jun sat down beside the bed and looked at the girl's delicate back.

"I knelt in front of my aunt and cried incessantly, but she didn't say a word. I could only look at her feet in front of me."

“But I found there was nothing in front of me.”

Matsueda Jun pressed the girl's shoulders and gently turned her over. Mochizuki Haruka's face was full of tears, and her eyes were looking into the void.

"I don't want to go to Hokkaido anymore." The girl said with tears.

Jun Matsueda supported his hands on both sides of the girl's body, their faces were very close, and Mochizuki Haruka's gaze was forced to focus on him.

"Wangyueyao, you must remember that your aunt's illness is not your fault." He stared into the girl's eyes.

"She can't wake up because you didn't try hard enough. You don't need to be responsible for that."

"The one in your dream wasn't your aunt, it was just your own guilt."

She was still crying and silent.

"Think about it carefully. How could your aunt talk to you in that tone? You are the person she cherishes most." He said softly.

"Maybe that's how my aunt has always seen me. I've never been able to help her; she's always been the one taking care of me." Mochizuki Haruka turned her face to the side, and bitter tears stained the sheets with dark spots.

"Don't say that!" Matsueda Jun pinched the girl's face with one hand and forced her to look at him. "If my aunt really heard you talking about her like that, she would be sad."

People pray that their loved ones will always be around because memories will deteriorate over time and lose their original appearance.

Looking at the face of the person in front of her, Mochizuki Haruka stretched out her hands and hugged his broad back tightly. She pressed her head against Matsueda Jun's chest, as if she wanted to let out all the tears she hadn't shed in more than ten days.

After a long time, she said, "I want to go see my aunt tomorrow."

She needed to compare the face in her memory with the one in reality to prevent her memories from becoming distorted. "I'll go with you."

"Um"

When Jun Matsueda walked out of the bedroom, Kurusu Yoshi just opened the door to the entrance. He walked into the living room and fed the hungry Jinzhi a handful of cat food.

"Why are your clothes so wet?" Miss Idol asked in surprise.

Jun Matsueda tugged at the collar of his shirt and pointed to the girl's bedroom.

"It's not easy for you either. You study, work, and be a mother." Kurusu Yangshi shook his head and took off his boots. "Aren't you tired?"

She and Mochizuki Haruka were half-roommates, and she knew something about the girl's situation.

"The meaning of keeping a promise is," Matsueda Jun poured himself a glass of milk, "that I can sleep peacefully every night."

Lai Qi Yang Shi on the sofa gave a thumbs up, and Jin Zhi, who was eating with her head down, wagged her tail.

After almost half a month, I once again stood in the ward on the top floor of Showa University Toriyama Hospital. In the corridor outside the door were two suitcases leaning against each other.

Jun Matsueda looked at the girl sitting beside the hospital bed, and Haruka Mochizuki stared deeply at the woman's face, their hands held together.

"Aunt, I'm going to Hokkaido."

"You said before that you wanted to see the snow on Tokyo Tower. Matsueda told me that the snow in Hokkaido is more beautiful than the snow on Tokyo Tower."

"He told me to come back and tell you about it after I saw it with my own eyes."

"If Hokkaido is really as good as he said, let's go there together after you wake up."

It was almost time, so she got up and left the ward. Jun Matsueda turned off the lights in the room and closed the door.

The sounds of the two pulleys gradually faded away. After a while, the hurried footsteps of a young girl approached the dark and quiet room.

Mochizuki Haruka pushed open the door breathlessly and returned to the woman's bedside.

She knelt down, took the woman's hand and put it against her face, stroking it inch by inch, from the corners of her pursed lips to her furrowed brows.

"Auntie, don't forget what I look like." The girl said in tears.

Jun Matsueda's shadow appeared at the door, casting a shadow at Mochizuki Haruka's feet. She took a few deep breaths, held his wrist and left the ward.

The two walked out of the hospital gate. Jun Matsueda was going to take the school bus to the airport, while Haruka Mochizuki didn't want to see anyone else, so they had to separate for a while.

"Don't run away halfway, we made an agreement."

Jun Matsueda looked at the girl who got into the car and she nodded.

Wangyueyao watched the figure in the rearview mirror go away. She didn't finish telling her dream last night.

After realizing that there was nothing in front of her, she raised her head and saw the face of Jun Matsueda.

He didn't say anything, just held her in his arms and walked for a while, then put her down and left without looking back.

The girl looked at the dead branches outside the window and thought of the diary in the simulation.

You turned and left

My soul goes into hibernation
The end is the day you come back
I must never be abandoned by him, Mochizuki Haruka said to herself.

A few days later, or even a long time later, she would come back here, sit next to the woman, and tell a story about snow.

I hope the snow in Hokkaido has the magic to heal people’s hearts.

(End of this chapter)