Thousand Tree Sakura

three.

Fuji put his bag on his back, checked the insurance of the house again, and then left home and got on the train to Osaka.

The tennis court under the elevated pass whizzed by in front of his eyes, and he took a few deep breaths, pressing the surging memories into the bottom of his heart.He felt that once he didn't think about it, his whole body would be like an empty shell, those heavy things seemed to cease to exist just like that, and the rest of himself was a leaf in the wind and rain, blowing away with the wind.

At the school gate, Fuji Yuta paced uneasily, clenched his sleeves subconsciously.Guan Yue and Fuji Yumiko stood aside silently.Yumiko blinked her sore eyes, feeling a little like crying.

From a distance, they saw a boy with soft chestnut hair, wearing an off-white sweater and clean jeans, and his white sneakers stepped on the fallen leaves and petals on the ground, unexpectedly softly.The cherry blossoms fluttered and fell on the young man's shoulders and hair tips. In a trance, he saw the child named Echizen smiling and stretching out his small hand to the chestnut-haired boy: "Senior, look, it's a flower."

Memories and reality are intertwined, both fantasy and reality.

Fuji Yuta stepped forward and took his brother's backpack: "Brother." His eye circles were a little red. "Yuta." Fujisuke smiled, eyebrows and eyes curved.

"What's the matter with you? Is it really all right?" Fujisuke shook his head, but saw Miss Yumi and Guan Yue. "Zhou Zhu." Yumiko called out, but didn't come forward.

"Sister." Although Fuji Zhouzhu was puzzled as to why his sister was here, he didn't ask.Pointless.

"Go to my dormitory." Yuta waved his hand. "Yeah." Fuji Zhousuke laughed again, feeling that his heart was not so blocked.

Not long after walking, I saw a boy with blue-gray hair and a boy with short bronze hair jogging over side by side. The boy with short bronze hair pushed his glasses and stopped suddenly.His companion also stopped curiously, followed his gaze, and was also stunned, and the hand holding the kettle with the word TEZUKA trembled slightly.

"Tezuka." He looked at the bewilderment written on the handsome faces of the people around him, and didn't know how to deal with it for a moment.They looked at Fujisuke, but neither of them moved.

There were countless exclamation marks rolling under Fujisuke's calm surface, hitting his brain until it was blank.Why?Why?

No one answered, and he didn't want to know.

"Brother, let's go, let's go..." Yuta tugged at his clothes.Fuji Shusuke looked back at Yuta.

He changed his mind.

He snatched the backpack from Yuta's hand, threw it on his shoulders, and looked up at the rain of flowers under the cherry tree, and then ran back, leaving a sentence in the distance: "I'm going back... .”

"Brother!" "Zhou Zhu!" "Fu Er!" "Fu Er Zhou Zhu!" Several people chased at the same time.The distant back of the chestnut-haired boy blended into the falling cherry blossoms, colorful and gorgeous, like an elf, spreading his wings lightly, no one can match.

He came in a hurry and left in a hurry, no one could catch up with him, let alone understand him.

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