I remember that was many years ago.

March is the graduation season. The campus is filled with joy and longing, as well as a little sadness of parting.

March, which is full of spring, is also the season of cherry blossoms. On the cherry blossom avenue with colorful petals, parents accompany their children to walk around the campus and spend this important day in life.

In the midst of the bustle, a particularly petite figure stood alone, out of tune with the surroundings.

"Ma...Maria, senior Maria."

When she heard someone calling her name, Maria stopped. She turned around and raised her head slightly.

Seeing that Maria had indeed stopped and looked towards her, the girl who had gathered her courage was a little nervous for a moment. It took her several attempts to find her voice.

"Congratulations...congratulations, senior. I heard that senior was admitted to Tokyo University in advance."

"Thank you. Are you Nanako, a first-year student?"

"Yes!" Nanako was surprised and delighted that the senior actually remembered her name. She subconsciously turned around and saw her companion in the distance giving her a cheering gesture.

Maria always raised her head when she spoke, because this 'junior' who was a freshman in high school was more than ten centimeters taller than her.

It’s not that Maria is too short, it’s just that although she graduated from high school, in terms of age, 13-year-old Maria is two full years younger than the normal 15-year-old who enters high school.

Graduating from high school at the age of 13 and being admitted to Tokyo University is undoubtedly a myth of the school.

"Senior, if possible, could I ask you for the second button of your uniform?"

Maria was a little surprised, but not too surprised. This was a graduation season tradition, but she just didn't expect that someone would want her buttons.

"Of course." Maria grabbed her button and pulled it off gently, then handed it to Nanako, "Here, I wish you a happy high school life in the next two years."

"Ah, thank you!"

Nanako took it with a little excitement, and there were sounds of envy around her. What Maria didn't expect was that the next moment she saw Nanako succeed, she was surrounded.

"Senior, please give me a button!"

"I want it too!"

"Senior Maria!"

When she squeezed out of the crowd, Maria had no buttons left on her school uniform suit, turning it into a vest draped over her shirt.

She escaped at a trot, her clothes a little messy. However, after the farce, her melancholy mood improved a lot. She finally felt like she really wanted to leave this school.

At the end of the cherry blossom path is a ginkgo forest. This is the intersection of the school gate, the teaching building and the cafeteria.

This high school was founded in the 34th year of the Meiji period. It is an aristocratic school and a Catholic girls' school with a strong tradition. It can be said that it is rare in ten years to be admitted as a special admissions student with tuition exemption.
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Surrounded by small flowers at the three intersections where you must pass when entering the school, there is a small statue of Mary.

When they go to school or pass by after school, students will pray spontaneously. Although they were a little uncomfortable being asked by nuns when they entered high school, it has become a habit in three years. By the time they reach senior grades, even if there is no one to supervise them, they will pray every time.

I always put my hands together when I pass by.

For Mary, this has a different meaning. Because she picked up the child under the statue of Mary, the seat of the Virgin with her head bowed in thought is like the place where she was born.

Maria closed her eyes and prayed as usual. On the last day of leaving campus, this was probably the last time she came to pray in front of this icon.

Then, when she finished praying and opened her eyes, she discovered an unexpected person.

"Congratulations on graduation, Maria. Sorry, Ling was too noisy and it took some time to get her to sleep. Is the graduation ceremony over yet? It seems to be late."

After being stunned for a while, Maria realized that it was not an illusion.

"Mr. Oshima, Madam, why are you here..."

What appeared in front of Maria was the head and wife of the Oshima family who had taken her in since she was a child.

"Of course the family should spend the graduation season together." Mrs. Oshima walked up to Maria and arranged her clothes, "Ah, all the buttons are gone. Maria is really popular."
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Maria was speechless, perhaps because the word 'family' was too warm.

She is an orphan who was abandoned in front of the statue of Mary. She was taken in and raised by the Oshima family. She is already grateful enough. Should she ask for more?

When she was born, she lost her parents in front of the statue of Mary, but at this moment, she found them back in front of the statue of Mary.

Opening her eyes to the sound of the alarm clock, Maria, who was wearing pajamas, got up and opened the closet. Half of the closet was ordinary clothes, and the other half was maid uniforms of the same style.

Maria will not take the Oshima family's devotion to her for granted. Even if the husband and wife never treat her as a maid, only by wearing this dress can Maria convince herself to continue to stay in this manor with peace of mind.<

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"Good morning, Miss."

"Good morning, Maria."

Watching the sleepy Miss Reiya gradually waking up, she greeted herself with a smile. This was the beginning of a new day for Maria. That smile was never enough, it was her only family now.

[Holy Mother Mary, please bless me no matter what, so that the eldest lady can keep that smile forever.]

The eldest lady is always so dazzling. It is enough for her to be by her side and guard her silently. That is her whole meaning.

The time has accidentally entered September. Strictly speaking, it is the beginning of autumn, but the weather on weekdays is still so hot that it makes people breathless. It makes people wonder whether the ancients had any misunderstandings about the season of 'autumn'.<

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The autumn air is crisp and the autumn wind is refreshing. The idioms about autumn obviously have a cool meaning, which is completely incompatible with the actual scorching sun.

"Lingya, did you hear that Sakura is sick?"

As soon as she arrived at school, Ling got unexpected news from Tomoyo.

"Sick?"

"Well, Director Asaka told me."

Because Sakura and the two of them were not in the same elementary school, we only learned about Sakura's illness after director Asaka informed her that the filming had been postponed.

Yesterday was the last day of the vacation. She should have finished her homework at the 'study meeting', but Sakura found that she didn't write down the weather in her picture diary - this was a sequelae of making up for two months of diaries at once, which Sakura originally kept.

I picked up recent old newspapers. The weather in the newspapers could be used as a reference, but those newspapers were unexpectedly disposed of by my father.

She had no choice but to go to the library to borrow old journals in the rain. Although she finished her homework, she was also soaked in the rain.

We all know that you will catch a cold due to cold in winter. In fact, you are just as likely to catch a cold if you get caught in the rain in summer.

"Let's go visit together after school?"

"Agree."

Due to exchanges with each other, Reiya and Tomoyo both know the address of Sakura's house, but this is their first time to actually visit.

Although I was thinking about bringing some of Sakura's favorite desserts, but I have a cold and fever, so it would be better to bring some fruit.

"Sakura, are you sleeping?"

Hearing her father's voice in a daze, the half-asleep Sakura hummed twice and regained consciousness.

"A friend comes to see you."

Friends, the teacher should have asked her classmates to bring textbook notes, right? Sakura was a little confused and thought that she didn't have many friends in the class. Even so, she should get up and say thank you for coming over to see her.

Sakura struggled to sit up from the bed, but heard an unexpected sound.

"No need to get up, Sakura, you have to stay lying down if you have a fever."

"Lingya? Chise?"

Only then did Sakura realize that the person who came to see her was really her friend. But because of this, she no longer forced herself to sit up.

"How are you doing? Is the fever still severe?"

"I just took a test and it went down a bit." It was Sakura's father, Fujitaka Kinomoto, who answered, "The fever reached 39° in the morning. It's better now and has gone down to 38°. But the effect of the antipyretic medicine has passed.

In the end, there may be a recurrence."

A cold in summer is inherently more difficult to recover from than in winter.

Even with the light of Gaia, there is nothing Ling can do about the fever.

Sakura's room is small (compared to Tomoyo and Reiya's rooms), but the pink color is very cute. There is 'Koko' lying on the pillow beside the bed. Of course, that is not Kuro's Guardian Beast, but it was given to her by the crew.

The doll. There is also a keychain of Crow's magic wand hanging on the back of the door. For viewers who really like "Magical Girl Sakura", it is like a tour of the holy land.

However, as they have been filming together on the set for a summer vacation, Lingya and Tomoyo are already familiar with these, and there is no special feeling.

Because it was inconvenient to disturb the patient, the two of them did not stay in the room longer.

"Get well soon, Sakura. The chestnuts in my forest will be ripe in the next few days. Let's go pick chestnuts and let Chef Shinomiya make sugar-fried chestnuts."

The forest at home? Hearing these words, Kinomoto Fujiryu clicked his tongue. He didn't know whether it was good or bad for such a young lady to be friends with Sakura. However, Sakura didn't care, and she was only filled with sugar-roasted chestnuts.

"Okay, if you have roasted chestnuts with sugar, I'll be ready tomorrow!"

Reiya and Tomoyo didn't stay at Sakura's house for too long, and left after more than ten minutes.

Sakura fell asleep in a daze for a while, and she didn't know how long she slept. She vaguely felt someone put a wet towel on her forehead, and it felt cool and comfortable. She thought it was her father, but it didn't seem to be her father.

I struggled to open my eyes. It was completely dark outside. In the bedroom, only the small desk lamp on the bedside table was on, providing the only light source.
To be continued...