Japanese people really like to celebrate Western festivals.

This is actually happier than Westerners, because there are double festivals...

"Go skiing?"

After dinner, Natsuki listened to Takano talk about Christmas arrangements.

"Yes," Takano looked at Mai, who was curled up on the sofa sleeping, "It just so happens that I haven't been too busy recently, and Mai has always wanted to go skiing."

Takano said and then said to Natsuki: "Why don't you come too? There are so many people and it's so lively. Then we can rent a wooden house..."

"I won't go."

Natsuki smiled and shook his head.

He is just a passer-by,

This is not his home either...

A warm family...such beautiful things are too luxurious for him.

Just take a look and forget it,

If you get too close, you will not only burn yourself, but you may also injure Midorikawa and his daughter.

…

Christmas Eve is Christmas Eve,

Natsuki walked alone outside the kendo hall under the falling snowflakes. After taking off his snow-covered raincoat and entering the hall, he unexpectedly discovered that Kibi Gosuke was also there.

"Aren't you going to spend time with your daughter today?"

"Sonoka went back to her hometown," a hint of bitterness flashed across Xibi's face, "The boss suddenly said that she would be on guard duty at Mount Kirimon in Nagano during the Christmas period, so..."

"Another workaholic father."

Natsuki went to the side to change clothes, and glanced at Xibi from the corner of his eye, looking dazed.

When I was a child,

He also often spends holidays alone, and the only thing he sees is his father's back.

"Dad, are you leaving again?"

"Love and peace, dad, I fight for love and peace..."

"If you can change the world, death is not terrible."

"Xiaoshu, live on for daddy!"

…

"Hoo ho!"

Xia Shu stepped forward, stabbing with the bamboo knife in her hand, diagonally, slashing downwards, cutting across...

Sweat swayed in the shadow of the knife.

My father, who is much older, is always rigid and serious, and he seemed so stiff even when he was in the second grade.

Death is indeed not terrible,

But when you die, there is nothing...

How can people not be afraid of death?
Chapter completed!