Through the voice of the king of the net drifting

The slightly curly blue-purple hair is draped softly on the shoulders, and the same purple pupils, the eyes are flowing, gentle and soft, like water and smoke, like the cornflower in the hand, with a ray of sunshine in it As warm and gentle as his smile, very close, but also far away...

With a thin and tall body, he seems a bit fragile at first glance, and his skin is much fairer than ordinary people. He is really beautiful, delicate and unforgettable.

Looking at him, it seems that the young man is standing under the cherry blossom tree at this time, everything around that beautiful figure is dimmed, only the young man's seemingly thin body is quiet and absolutely beautiful. Beauty, holiness, and those elusive, bottomless eyes

From this moment on, she knew what is so close to the world

She hugged the deep purple in her arms tightly, and between her slender fingers, something seemed to be tied, constantly entangled...

She walks past him, he's still standing, time freezes

Her black hair raised slightly, with a slight sadness, and an escape that she didn't even know

She is quiet but still fluttering

Another flower language of cornflower is... meet

Who met who, who missed who, who fell in love with whom, who lost who?

Can't dodge it?

Then we have to...

forget

"My name is Yukimura Seiichi"

A young man's gentle voice came from his ears, but it was a stone sinking into the lake of his heart, and under the slight ripples, there was finally a piece of calm...

She stopped again without looking back, 123... After counting to three, she started again

three seconds, only three seconds

She walked out of the hospital gate, stretched out her hands, and looked at the purple flowers in her arms, as if she could hear the wind whispering in the hair beside her ears

forget, forget...

What to forget?

Is it yourself?

However, if she even forgot herself, what else could she remember?

Covering her chest, she lowered her head and looked at her hands. Is it... this?here?

That night, she had a low-grade fever, she was sweating continuously, and she almost broke her voice.

forget……

In the dream, the boy standing by the sea stretched out his hand to her, his slender eyes lacked the usual indifference, and instead had a unique warm color. She ran over and stood still...

Why, could it be him?

Tezuka Kunimitsu

Her heart was beating fast, and it was beating again, as if it was about to jump out of her chest. She couldn't tell what it was like?

In the morning, she opened her somewhat heavy eyes, the eyelids could not be opened no matter how hard she tried, a gleam of light flowed into her eyes, the eyes moved for a few days, and the scallop-like eyelashes trembled a few times

There was something on her forehead, it was cool and comfortable, she stretched out her hand to put it on her forehead, only to find that it was an ice pack

"Wake up, how do you feel?" She turned her head and saw Sayetou with concerned eyes

Shaking her head, she wanted to take off the ice pack on her forehead, but found that she didn't even have the strength to take it off.

"I..." Her voice was extremely hoarse, and she sighed, why is she sick again!

"It's okay." Sayato put her hands under the quilt, and then said, "I have a fever, and I'm back now." It's just that he turned his back, but his lips were tightly pressed, and there was something called worry in the tightness It kept washing his eyes, and what was under his collapsed smile, sadness, or sadness?

Yeah?Why is his expression so strange?She closed her eyes to feel better Last night was a dream, very clear and real

She saw his smile, the dream was beautiful and hazy, who was her heart beating for, him or herself?Now, even she can't tell the difference...

After closing the door, Sayato leaned against the wall, shaking his head slightly, his sad voice came from the air

"Otoyu, is it really that difficult to forget him?"

Time flies, this day is Qingxue's competition, but it's a pity that she didn't have the chance to watch it, and today is again, it's her review day, Ryoma, Kaitang, Kawamura-senpai, and Taocheng, all have to work hard, Of course there is also him...Tezuka, come on

She leaned against the glass door of the hospital, looked out at the outside world through the glass, it was a very clear day, raised her head, and smiled

An egg head popped into her eyeliner, this unique head shape

Senior Dashi, why is he here?Although she has never been in contact with it, she has seen his game through the glass window of the classroom. The golden combination of Qing Xue, isn't it the game of the Kanto Tournament today?Why, is he here?