[King of Nets_Trails] Birds and Fish

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Atobe Himezuki died in the year she was born.

The plane crashed.

That year, Keigo Atobe officially took over the Atobe chaebol from Akihiko Atobe, and became the head of the number one chaebol in Neon.

That year, I held the first art exhibition in my life under the guidance of the teacher of Yijiyuan. The dream that had grown in a dark corner finally bloomed quietly.

That year, I met Echizen Ryuya who stood on the court again through the TV screen. He was carrying a racket, his eyebrows and eyes were still unruly, and he was full of vigor, and the wind and rain did not soak his youthful spirit.

That year, Echizen Ryoma overcame obstacles all the way, and repeatedly won the championship of the four major international competitions. The name "Echizen Ryoma" has set off a bloodbath in the tennis world since he was 16 years old, and his glory is accompanied by flowers.

Our life seems to have just begun, and there are infinite possibilities in the future, all the way to the north, full of hope.

— If there is no such call.

……

Pushing open the door, I saw Keigo Atobe standing by the window.

He has only a thin back.

The curtains were tightly drawn, and the spacious room seemed to have fallen into a dark corner, and the slightest bit of leaked sunlight disappeared.

Just now I met Echizen Juna in the lobby, she was alone, her eyes were slightly red, obviously she had cried.

I didn't think about it, I just greeted her hastily.My footsteps were weak for no reason, I staggered a few steps and was held by her. The moment I raised my head and looked at each other, I finally accepted this reality and burst into tears.

I asked her why Echizen Ryoma didn't come.

She paused and told me, "He won't come."

I think so too.

There was a shadow in front of my eyes, and I was stunned for a while before I remembered that I had returned to Keigo Atobe's room.So I wiped away the tears from the corners of my eyes, covered the red eyes from crying with my hands, pulled up the corners of my mouth and squeezed out a smile that was probably uglier than crying, and wrapped my arms around his waist from behind.

There was a long silence.

"Auntie fainted from grief, and uncle is with her." I said.

"Ah."

He answered.

"Crimson Moon's..."

Oops.

I want to cry again.

The heart was beating violently, and was thrown into the machine for a moment to stir, and the pain was so painful that he held his breath.

I leaned my head on his shoulder, firmly grabbed his shirt, but said in a relaxed tone: "Fei Yue's funeral has been dealt with."

His voice was hoarse: "Thank you for your hard work."

I shook my head.

Tears finally burst out uncontrollably, and I restrained and cried out wantonly: "How could this happen. Feiyue, Feiyue is the only one. Why is this happening."

Obviously he was the saddest person.

That was the younger sister he grew up with and loved in his palm.That was his sister who was not related by blood, but who had been with him for so many years.

I think of Scarlet Moon Atobe.

I vaguely remember that she bought my first painting when I first met her. The girl who engraved publicity in her bones was the first bright color I met in a foreign country. I probably will never meet such a bright and splendid girl again in my life. Girls, we all are.

Atobe Keigo bent down and held me in his arms.

The skirt is soaked in one piece.

--He cried.

I froze.

But she cried even harder.

*

——Atobe Scarlet Moon.

Since then, that name seems to have been pressed the pause button, and Hitsuki Atobe's life has been forcibly put on hold so far, and there is no room for us to refuse it at all.

Later, Keigo Atobe kept silent about Hiyue Atobe.

Her name became a taboo in the Atobe family.

Once when I was tidying up my room, I suddenly felt like something was missing.

After standing blankly with the light behind for a long time, it suddenly occurred to me that the painting that was once placed in the most conspicuous place in Keigo Atobe's room was no longer there.

Suddenly one day.

He deliberately erased the traces of her existence.

At the age of 23.

I am married to Keigo Atobe.

I was born in the traditional Akimoto family, so Jing Wu specifically asked my opinion, I thought about it, and finally decided to hold a Western-style wedding.

"Everything in the Akimoto family is far away from me." I said.

Since three years ago, I have completely distanced myself from them.

Jing Wu said yes.

Then quietly gave me the most grand wedding in all neon.

Such a flamboyant person.

Jingwu was probably very happy that day, being downed several glasses of wine by his former teammates and opponents.At night when he was drunk, he hugged me slightly drunk and murmured to himself, I listened to his intermittent whispers:

That seems to be—

"Liang, you are finally mine."

I patted his back and kissed his forehead: "Happy wedding, Xiaojing."

—You are mine at last.

--Always.

next spring.

I'm pregnant.

Jingwu was unusually calm when he got the report, and only said "Oh" reservedly. To be honest, I was a little disappointed.Originally, I had already planned to take out my mobile phone to record his gaffes, after all, I rarely see him gaffes.After being greatly disappointed, I was accompanied by a faint sense of loss. Pregnant women are prone to wild thoughts.

At night, I found that my towel was wet, and my emotions were on the verge of breaking out, so I tore off the towel and questioned him aggressively.

He is drinking coffee.

Not champagne.

The young master was stunned for a moment, and said with confidence, "I took it wrong."

He rarely makes such low-level mistakes.I frowned and was about to get to the bottom of it, only to find that his hair was wet after the shower and his bathrobe was wet.

I was stunned.

Leaning against the door of the bathroom, he secretly pursed his lips and smiled.

It turned out that it wasn't that he didn't care, it was just that he was at a loss.

I open my arms.

Later, Jing Wu told me that I was full of a different kind of tenderness that day.

"I'm sorry, Jingwu. Between the two of us, a third person may be inserted/introduced."

I say.

He hugged me full.

Coffee spilled all over the floor.

Had to change the carpet again.This prodigal man.

But he said, "I couldn't ask for more."

In the winter of the same year.

Neon ushered in the first snow.

I got off the operating table and walked through the gate of hell.

Across the glass window of the ward, Jing Wu lowered his brows and eyes, overflowing with tenderness.The little princess whom I desperately brought her into this world, sucked his finger and slept soundly.

that year.

The Atobe family has another little princess who is like heaven and earth, and once again turned the peaceful family upside down.

When my mother was having afternoon tea with me, she accidentally mentioned to me: "That child always reminds me of Feiyue back then."

She also looks very much like Fei Yue.

Not only Jingwu, but even her parents spoiled her to heaven.

I smiled:

"Muyue's temperament is indeed like Feiyue."

The name was given by Jingwu.

I think he must miss her very much.

me too.

Even though my mother concealed her loneliness with a pretended relaxed tone, I knew it.

No one can forget her.

I don't remember very clearly what happened afterwards, probably the vigor and vigor passed through in the first half of my life, and the rest of my life seemed to tend to be ordinary.

I injured my body when I gave birth to Muyue, and I can no longer have children.The child I gave birth to with all my life, was held in the hands of the Atobe family and grew up lovingly. When I had nothing to do, I would see my always serious father teasing Mutsuki. His face was extremely strange that he had never seen before. Childish look.

I remember that Jingwu once mentioned to me that when she was young, Feiyue also grew up fighting wits and courage with the old man.

But it is clear that Mutsuki will have to spend more than ten years before fighting the old man.

"It's fine to be plain."

Keigo looked at Atobe Mutsuki, who became a puffer fish for the old and disrespectful Atobe couple, sipped his coffee gracefully, and said slowly.

I looked up at him in surprise, and smiled slightly.

He slightly dissatisfied and asked me what I was laughing at.

"I'm just surprised that you would say such a thing, Master Atobe who has flaunted most of his life."

His side face has sharp edges and corners, but the thorns have gradually smoothed over the years.

In a trance, I remember when I first met him alone through the extended corridor of the Akimoto family, his brows and eyes were haughty, youthful, but his expression was faintly captured by me for a moment of astonishment.

I planned to cut off this duplicity, gentle rose with thorns in the greenhouse step by step, and he calculated to stay away from me.

At that time, I never thought that I could grow old with him.

—It turns out that I have spent half my life with him.

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A long-lost update.

late at night.

Headache.

want to cry.

Can't sleep.

I miss her.