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There is some helplessness in it, but more understanding.He twitched the corners of his mouth, and returned to his usual grumpy old man, waved his hand, carried his last suitcase of luggage, and left without looking back.

Because of Matsumoto Jun's brief visit, Ohno Satoshi has become a little different from before.Probably because of an agreement, Satoshi Ohno, who had been obsessed with sea fishing before, finally began to calm down and continue his art career and became busy.For him, this small bar opened with Nigong is even more difficult to take care of in busy days.But the good thing is that I was the hands-off shopkeeper before, and Ninomiya took care of everything big and small. Even if Ohno wants to delegate power more now, in fact, there will not be much change. At worst, when the accounts are divided at the end of the year, Ninomiya is determined. Give yourself a little more.

Time is like a cloud, fleeting.Nigong felt that he had changed a lot, but when he thought about it, it seemed that nothing had changed.

When alone, he still thinks of Sho Sakurai, who seems to be very entangled in thinking about those things, but now he no longer worries about his past.

Watching the golden light of the sunset on the balcony flash behind the clouds and disappear into the blue-purple sky, with a sense of fantasy beauty.Ninomiya Kazuya was drinking beer alone, feeling the gentle and flying wind caressing his face, and then blowing through the ends of his hair.At this time, he would rehearse all kinds of stories with Sakurai Sho in his mind, about reunion, about entanglement, about those things that were not spoken with resentment, and finally became unnecessary to say.

He thought that he had finally mustered up the courage to abandon everything now without hesitation, and pursue the shadow that had gone away.I also imagined that the familiar shadow in my memory would suddenly appear at the door one day, wrapped in wind and frost, with an unchanging smile and sunshine, and said to him: 'I'm back. 'The most exaggerated one was when Jun Matsumoto got drunk in the middle of the night and called overseas to say that he would come to carry Ninomiya Kazuya back to the United States. When he was playing a team game with him, Ninomiya suddenly thought, if at this time When Sakurai comes back, what a bloodbath will unfold.Matsumoto's violent temper and Sakurai's strength will definitely create extraordinary sparks... It is very touching to think about it.

But no, none of this happened.Ninomiya also thought that maybe these stories or fantasies have already happened, because these feelings are so real, just thinking about them is heart-wrenching, or extremely exciting.Maybe these stories will happen in the future, maybe in another parallel space.However, in this space, in the world of Kazuya Ninomiya, who was standing on the rooftop watching the floating clouds and drinking beer, nothing happened.

Not without opportunity, nor without courage.He just felt that he could truly face himself and the other party after sorting out all his emotions.Although there was no deliberate contact, Sakurai Sho did not deliberately report anything.It’s just that every 3 or 4 months, Ninomiya will receive a blank postcard with postmarks from different places in the world: Vietnam, New York, Russia, Munich, Germany...No signature, nothing, but from Uninterrupted.It seems that there is nothing to say, and it seems to be waiting for an answer with a piece of pure white.

Without words, but can be so at ease.Ninomiya didn't tell anyone about this inexplicable bond.

Ninomiyakazu didn't know where the current Sakurai Sho was, what kind of things he was doing in which corner of the world.None of that matters anymore.Sometimes love is just a reflection and confession of oneself, as for the others, what does it matter?

In just a few years, the mobile phones on hand have been replaced.Ninomiya doesn't think that Sakurai Sho, who is far away in the sky, will still keep the number from that year.Putting down the can of beer he was drinking, he dropped the cigarette by his mouth, took out the mobile phone that had been useless for several years, squinted in the evening wind as the sunset dissipated and turned dark, and looked at the somewhat worn shell. for a long time.

His fingers caressed the familiar and unfamiliar marks on the shell, he smiled, and flipped open the cover.The soft light illuminated his face in the night, making it warm.The quality is good, even if it is not used for a few years, it is still the same after charging.Ninomiya thought very proudly.

Flipping through the address book skillfully, he found the number in his memory.The fingertips of both hands fluttered, quickly entered a text message that had been written countless times, and easily pressed the send button.Then, with a snap, the somewhat old mobile phone was stacked on top of it like flowing clouds and flowing water.

【I still like you very much today】

A slight electric sound sounded overhead, and after a few "crackling" tremors, the huge signboard hanging on the balcony lit up again, and the flickering neon lights immediately decorated the night with excitement.

The bar downstairs has already started another day of business. Ergong was slowly packing up the wine bottles left on the roof when he heard the foreman calling him in the dark passage again: "Second boss, second boss! Are you there? Yes Is it on the rooftop?"

"What? It's coming down here."

"Oh, that's great. It's a good thing the second boss is here! There's another guest here, and he wants to see you. The door just opened tonight. I told him that you're not on duty today, and you're at home on leave. He still insisted. I want to see you... don't you have some enemies?"

"Yo, who is so persistent. Come here, I'll go down now."

Ninomiya Kazuya grinned as he piled the empty beer cans in a white garbage bag and dangled them casually in his hand, the empty cans collided with each other making a crisp sound.With his back bent, he crossed the roof and walked into the passage leading to the bar downstairs.After walking a few steps, he thought about it, turned around and stretched out his left hand to pull the small door of the roof.

In the dim light, a ring fit snugly on the ring finger of his left hand.

The door slammed shut, and the surroundings were suddenly dark.After a short period of silence, the lively voices from the other end of the dark corridor gradually came to my ears.

Forgetting that the light bulb was broken again, Ninomiya touched his pocket, casually took out the old mobile phone just now, skillfully opened the cover, and held it in front of him as a flashlight.He was so busy walking the stairs carefully in the dark that he didn't notice that an unread email message was flashing on an inconspicuous place on the phone screen.

Just like Ninomiya Kazuya's inexplicable brain holes, maybe those stories will happen one day in the future, maybe not far away.No one can tell.

But Ninomiya is very sure of one thing, the house he and Sakurai Sho bought together, the monthly mortgage money is paid in on time.

Hearing the foreman's anxious call again, Ninomiya raised a faint smile at the corner of his mouth.Quickly walk through the dark corridor, and step into the space illuminated by brilliant neon lights...

"Hi, I'm Kazuya Ninomiya."

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