"Oh, already. Where the hell did you drop it..."
Unexpectedly, I can speak to myself zero.
As I rushed back down the road to school, I looked around obsessively to find what I had lost.
When I say why I'm so desperate, it's because I dropped the 'memorabilia' somewhere I've always cherished.
Shortly after I left school today, I checked the contents of my bag to see if I had forgotten anything. It certainly should have happened then......
That means I guess I dropped it on my way home......
"What shall we do...... If I say I lost it, I'm sure my hopes will be sad..."
The "memorabilia" I'm looking for was a gift that my hopes gave me when I was a kid with a penny.
From other people's point of view, it's just a toy ring that's totally worthless, but it's an important piece of memory for me.
I still carry that ring in place of a amulet when I was in high school... it seems to have turned into an enemy.
That was over ten years ago.
Before our twins went to elementary school, my unusual, well-groomed mother said, "Should we go to the festival for the three of us?" I've been suggesting.
At the time, my mother was always in a bad mood and often hit us eight times.
That's what my mother said out of the blue, so I thought, with both my hopes and my children, "Isn't there something behind it?" I remember thinking about it.
But I couldn't say no, so my mother and I were in a good mood to go out to a neighborhood festival.
"Hey, Mother. I want that one..."
As I walked across the street, I pointed to a toy ring that caught my eye.
My mother is in a good mood today, so maybe she thought she'd buy it generously.
But my mother said, "That stuff, it won't do you any good. If you're going to insist on doing it anyway, I hope you insist on something more meaningful," he returned, pulling my hand hard as I stopped and proceeding.
As I was in tears looking back at the stall that kept me away, my eyes met with the hope of walking a little behind me.
Hope has a somewhat sad look as he stares at my face.
I'm sure you felt sorry for me when you saw me not even buying you a toy ring.
That's how the three of us looked around the street for a while, and I just met someone my mother knew.
My mother started standing still, so my hopes and I had no choice but to sit on a nearby bench and wait for the story to end.
"Mother, that's a long story."
"Yeah."
"You're free."
"Yeah, you are."
Waiting for my mother in a conversation with no other love, I suddenly took my seat as if my hopes had come up with something.
"... Chizuru, wait a minute"
"Wang...? Where are you going?
"I'll be right back!
I was surprised to see off the back of my hopes rushing toward the stall.
Then about five minutes later, I came back with my hopes in my hand with something.
"Yes, this"
"Huh...?
"Chizuru, I wanted this ring earlier... so I bought it"
In the little palm of my eyes was on a toy ring that I had just forced on my mother.
Apparently, he ran me to the stall to buy this ring.
We're a relatively wealthy family, but my parents didn't give me a penny by saying, "It's too early to tip a kid who hasn't even been in elementary school".
So I'm sure he bought me a dime that my occasional grandparents would give me.
"Wow! Wow, thanks!
So he shouted and hugged him to his stare, dyeing his cheeks pale red with illumination.
"But... that's not the only reason I bought it."
"Huh?"
"Er... not puffy..."
"Plumpy...?
Asked me back tilting my neck, my hopes answered with a serious face.
"This is how grown-ups give rings to people who want to get married. So I wanted to give Chizuru a ring too..."
"To me...?
"Yeah. I want to marry Chizuru when I grow up..."
"Really!? Will you make me your daughter-in-law!? Promise me!?"
"Yeah, I promise"
"Glad! Wang, love it!
Saying so and hugging his hopes again, he blushed and scratched his head more and more.
─ ─ I noticed the area was dim and looked up. The sky was covered with thicker and thicker clouds, and pounding and rain was beginning to fall.
With that said, it's rainy season. I came looking for you without an umbrella. I'm sorry too, but it's going to be a long wet feather to go home if I stay like this.
"It's not if I'm in memory... I don't know what I'm doing"
Normally, I'd give up here and go home...... after all, that ring is a memorable thing with my brother, so I can't give it up so easily.
Ever since my gracious grandparents died, all I could hope for was a presence that I could call my family. If you can do it, I don't want to imitate it to make him sad.
"Uh... sure, we were standing in the park on the way home today and... yeah, it's the park. I must have dropped it in that park..."
I rushed to the park and decided to focus on where I was talking to my friend earlier. But the ring is hard to find.
While doing so, the rain legs intensified, and the uniform became wet. But not if you care about that.
At any rate, we need to find that ring...
"Chizuru!"
I was inadvertently called by a name from behind. Turning unexpectedly, I had the hope of staring at this one with a worried look as I gave him an umbrella.
"That... look, why are you here?
"'Why are you here? Not'. I'm late, so I picked you up worried. What are you doing in this rain without an umbrella?
"Oh, yeah... well... hey, I'm looking for a drop..."
"Is it that important?
"Yeah... it's very important."
Hope rushed towards me, first putting me in my umbrella and handing me the other.
"... dropped what?
"Well, it's hard to say... I think I dropped the toy ring that Hope bought me on my way home. Look, me, you always carried that ring with you instead of amulet, didn't you? When I said I lost it, I thought I'd make my hopes sad..."
"Become... I'm glad to hear that... but you won't be searching until it gets wet, will you?
"Sorry......"
"Listen, Chizuru. Just because I lost that ring doesn't make me angry or blame you. Ning Lo, in this rain, it would be sadder if you could walk for me and catch a cold."
"Look..."
"So let's go home now. What, you want me to search with you tomorrow?
"... yeah, I will. Thanks."
When he replied so, his hopes gave him a calm grin as if relieved.
We blossomed into old stories and headed home amicably shouldered.
Different colors, but with matching pattern umbrellas.