159 159 Invitation to the festival (1/2)

”It's a summer festival today, why don't we go around the corner?

Summer break was just a week away, and a thousand suddenly came to visit before noon to mention that.

”... well, come on, can't you at least say that the day before”

It's too abrupt. What were you going to do if you had plans?

In the first place, a summer festival means going out, and if you're going out, you need to be prepared. You should have said it beforehand.

Fortunately, neither Zhou nor Midday made plans today, nor did they set a menu for dinner. You can reschedule as many as you want.

I said, ”I'm sorry, I didn't want to hear from you because you two seem busy, so I accidentally caught up with you on the same day.”

”I have trouble being told that, but still, shouldn't that be early? And I don't know if I came all of a sudden today.”

”I'm sorry. I haven't heard from you for a while, have I?

”It was long enough before we arrived...”

I add that midday, when I was serving chilled wheat tea at the age of a thousand, smiles bitterly.

Zhou was also naturally puzzled, as he was baffled to say suddenly from midday, ”Mr. Thousand Years is coming,” he said. I've visited a friend's house before, but I don't think she'll last a thousand years.

I guess it came because I was convinced I was at home, but I still want you to say it a little sooner.

I sigh at the thousand-year-old drinking cold wheat tea on the kink looking delicious, watching the midday glimpse.

Going to the festival in the middle of the day does not seem different in itself.

Even as Zhou, I'd like to take him to a distraction at midday because the tension is subtly low as to whether his father's case has been affecting him lately. My father might come in contact again, but I wished I could make him forget his existence even temporarily.

”Well, it's good to go...... what do you do, wear yukata at midday?

”Huh? No, because yukata doesn't go hand in hand with raw hate”

”No, the... there is, in my house. Maybe the one that fits the size of midday.”

”What is it?”

”Mother.”

I'm convinced that ”Oh...” as soon as I show the presence of Shibako, so I guess in the middle of the day, Shibako is a person who wants to wear whatever pretty clothes she has at midday. That doesn't make me laugh around not even making a mistake.

There were obviously a number of clothes in the luggage sent the other day when I returned from my homecoming that should not be worn around me.

'Put it on at midday when you get a chance. Nice to see you, too.'

I remember being stuffed with yukata and stuff along with notes like that.

”Oh, Mahiro, are you wearing yukata? Mitai!

”Aren't you gonna wear it?”