156 156 Parents for angels (1/2)

On the night that midday had an event to pick him up to the entrance, Zhou was worried about whether he should talk about the man he met today, looking sideways at midday sitting next to him.

Perhaps, then, but he will be the father at midday.

My midday mother didn't look very much like midday as far as I could see for a moment, so I doubt the parent-child relationship, but today's man was similar enough to know he was a midday father even at first sight.

He had such a look as a straight, soft face, a color of hair, a color of eyes, and I guess it will be when midday becomes a man and he gets older. You can't flush that match on a boulder if it's someone else.

I'm just worried about saying this at midday.

I know midday doesn't really think about my parents, and I know I tend to avoid that kind of topic. I want to make sure there was nothing if I could.

Because if he comes again in the future and midday meets, you'll be shocked. I thought maybe I should get my mind ready.

”... what's wrong? I've been watching you for a while now.”

Worried about choosing which one, he looks at this one really strangely at midday when he feels his gaze.

”Uh, no, I don't know”

”What is it, a secret?

”... I don't know what to say”

”If you want to say it, say it. I won't ask you if you don't want to, but I'll ask you anything you want.”

At midday of the stance of leaving it to the will of Zhou, I worry about what is going on for about ten seconds - slowly opening my mouth.

”... you know, earlier... when I bought it out, I met a guy.”

”Ha, ha, really?

Zhou stares into his midday eyes as midday makes him nod for now that he doesn't seem to know what he's talking about.

The same color as the man I met today, my eyes.

”The guy was staring at the apartment in front of our apartment.... in the middle of the day and with the same eyes”

”... Huh?

”The guy had the same color of his hair in his eyes as at midday. He looked like him at midday.”

When I asked him if he wasn't his father in the dark, I was shocked at midday... and he didn't look like he was, rather, confused.

”Are you saying that... there was someone like my father?”

”Maybe, but”

Maybe, I said, but I'm pretty sure that man in the perimeter is almost a midday father. The face and atmosphere are quite similar at midday. This can't be without a blood connection.

After repeatedly blinking in Zhou's words at midday, he narrowed his eyes.

Probably in a frivolous way.