fleeting year

"Tachibana Kotaro, 20 years old, a sophomore in the law department of Edo University, the current vice president of the student union, formerly known as..." Kawagami Wanqi glanced at the increasingly gloomy face of the purple-haired man from the corner of his eye, and slowly read out The name "Katsura Kotaro".

Unsurprisingly, upon hearing this name, the man's hands trembled violently.

Wanqi Heshang pretended not to see the man's obvious reaction, and continued to read the information in his hand, "He was adopted by his current parents eight years ago, and his adoptive father passed away last year. He was a policeman before his death. Moreover, according to recent investigations, Look, this little Taro Ju..." Wan Qi frowned, and said, "Some legs and feet are disabled...the specific reason is unknown."

Hearing this, the purple-haired man's pupils shrank suddenly, and the hand holding the photo froze in the air.After a long silence, he gritted his teeth and said, "Go out first." His voice was full of bitterness.

Wanqi Heshang took one last look at Takasugi's face buried in the shadows, and gently closed the door.He leaned against a corridor column, hooked up his giant headphones, and cranked up the volume.Popular|The sweet and lively voice of the singer Simen Tong was ringing in his ears, but at this moment, he couldn't arouse the slightest interest in him, and he was a little irritable.

He felt that the former Takasugi Shinsuke had returned—that 13-year-old fragile but willful boy.

Kawagami Wanqi was brought into this inner world since he was a child. He was adopted by Takasugi's father when he was 8 years old, and he was raised as the right-hand man of the next successor.And he also used his strength to prove that Takasugi's father's original vision was correct. At the age of 15, he was already able to complete the task outstandingly alone, and was specially approved to be qualified to participate in the decision-making of family affairs. Many people secretly curry favor with him.

When he was 16, Shinsuke Takasugi came back.The 13-year-old thin boy stood in front of people, looking at the people who bowed to him, but his green eyes were full of hostility.

"It looks like a frightened kitten." Heshang Wanqi curled his lips and thought.

For the next few days, the boy locked himself in the room. Anyone who forced his way in would lose his temper, and the food he delivered would hardly move.

"It seems to be a kitten with too much temper."

So when Heshang Wanqi first stepped into that room, a glass of milk was unceremoniously thrown at him immediately.He turned slightly to avoid it, and the milk crumbled into a milky white flower on the wall.He stepped on the shards of glass on the ground indifferently, and walked up to the boy who was sitting by the French window. "After being hungry for so many days, the reaction is quite quick." He himself didn't know whether this was a compliment or a tease.

"Get out!" The boy glared at him fiercely, clenching his fists.

"Hehe," Wan Qi narrowed his eyes slightly as he looked at the young man, "it's quite imposing, but after all, it's just a kitten that can only blow up its fur to scare people."

The boy who was completely enraged stood up abruptly, grabbed the collar of the boy who was much taller than him tightly, and shouted: "What did you say?" The burst of anger was extinguished in an instant.

"Why, why is this here with you?"

"Is this a question?" Wan Qi smiled slightly.

"I'm asking you, why is this here with you!" the boy repeated through gritted teeth.

"I think it's naive of you to think that this letter will be sent." Wan Qi returned the letter to the boy, softened his tone, and said, "Once you step into this underworld, no one can get out. Here, only by standing at a high enough position can you do what you want to do and protect the people you care about. Otherwise, you can’t even do something as simple as writing a letter to an important person arrive."

The young man clenched his fists bitterly, but finally let them down palely.Then there was a silence that seemed to freeze the air.

Seeing the young man hang his head weakly, Wan Qi stretched out his hand to support his shoulder, and said seriously: "However, Jin Zhu, you are born to stand on a high place, as long as you want, I will help you stand up." To the highest point in the world."

Shinsuke Takasugi pushed his hand away from his shoulder and didn't answer him.However, from that day on, when Shinsuke Takasugi walked out of the small room, the look in the eyes that Wan Qi called like a frightened kitten gradually disappeared from the boy.

But that letter still hasn't been sent, and there will be no chance in the future.

Because the orphanage no longer exists.

Shinsuke Takasugi picked up the photos one by one, his fingers trembling slightly.

In the photo, the long-haired boy is sitting on the back seat of the bicycle with a faint smile on his face; in the photo, the long-haired boy walks out of the hospital side by side with others, and the silver-haired boy next to him lazily licks ice cream; in the photo, the long-haired boy The boy was holding a book, and walked into the library together with the silver-haired boy with a bag cross-body...

He gently caressed the photo, and there was a little sadness in his eyes.

"Wigs... It seems that there has really been a gap between us for so many years."

He put the photo back on the table, and after a moment of silence, he connected Wan Qi's phone call.

More than a dozen photos were spread messily on the pear wood table, covering most of a newspaper.It was a newspaper that was obviously old, and the thin paper was too old yellow, like some withered and blurred memories.There are large areas of wrinkles on the newspaper, which should be traces of water that has dried up long ago.

Where the newspaper was exposed, a line of headlines was impressively printed: An explosion occurred in an orphanage in this city, and no teachers and students survived the scene.

"Wig, sorry."