[King of Nets_Trails] Birds and Fish

*

My stall was smashed, the day after I reopened it.

I didn't tell Long Ya, and bent down to pick up those scattered scrolls slowly.The person who smashed the stall was heard to be a bully on the street. Some people wanted to step forward to help, but they were forced back by the fierce eyes.

In January, the streets of Los Angeles are more desolate than anywhere else.

I fell and broke my knee and was so stupid that I hurt my foot.

But I just stared straight at the picture scroll that had been stepped on several times, squatting helplessly on a street corner in Los Angeles, crying like a kitten.But there will never be another boy who takes me by the hand and takes me home.

I didn't even cry when the tattoo hurt the most.

I thought of Echizen Ryuya, whom I found last night at the underground tennis court. He was surrounded by a group of high rollers, holding the ball expressionlessly, and won a beautiful game.Only when he got the money, did he show a sly smile that seemed to be the same as usual.

The boy said, "I can't let you stay with me, sinking into the darkness."

The teenager said: "Gambling allows me to see a wider world."

The boy said: "You can't drive me away, Qiu Yuan is cool."

But now I forced him to look like ah.

My eyes were red, and I ran away without any hope.

...

On the way back with the scroll in my arms, I ran into the girl I rented with me before. She looked much thinner than when I lived in the rented house with me. There were thick dark circles around her eyes, and her face was bloodless and frighteningly pale. , written full of burnout.

She was taken aback when she saw me: "Artemis?"

She was carrying two small bags of vegetables in both hands, but when she saw my face stiffen, she subconsciously hid her dirty hands behind her back, and said hello to me in embarrassment: "Long time no see."

"Are you alone?" I asked.

She smiled wryly: "What else can I do if I'm not alone...I mean, we broke up."

I didn't expect such a result, my eyes stared at her for a moment, trying to see from her the girl who used to have shining eyes even in a small rental house trace, but unfortunately I failed.

I opened my mouth in bewilderment, "Sorry."

She shook her head and told me it was okay. For a moment, I thought of her smiling like a flower holding her boyfriend who was three years younger than him.But I heard her say: "Don't grow up with a boy, Liangxi."

I saw her turn and enter the building behind her.

She went back to the rental house anyway.

That was the first time she called me by my Japanese name.

I never saw her again after that.

Her name is Sophia.

*

Longya was already there when I returned to the apartment, and the incandescent lights in the room were brighter than ever.Long Ya poked her head out from the kitchen, her cheeks were covered with a layer of transparent white.Wearing an apron, he showed the same wanton smile as usual: "Welcome home."

I ran over and hugged him.

Forget about the pain in your knee for a moment.

His slender and knuckle fingers were warm and covered the back of my tightly bound hand. He teased: "You are so enthusiastic today."

His gaze moved down along my arm, and his eyes froze slightly.I guessed that he saw the injury in my foot, even though I was trying to walk like I was walking normally.My feet shrank back, my eyebrows were lowered, and my expression was unnaturally exposed.

His princess picked me up and went back to the bedroom.

I sat on the bed and stared at him blankly. The young man squatted down and took off my shoes, and gently rubbed my feet with his usual fingers, which relieved my pain.He lifted my trousers, and my knees were red and swollen.He blew on it, took out a cotton swab and applied the medicine to me.

I suddenly wrapped my arms around his neck, crashed into his arms, and murmured softly: "Don't do this."

"Don't do this, Longya." I said with a sob.

Don't be so nice to me.

I cried.

Long Ya kissed the tears in the corners of my eyes.

He was so close, so close that the heat in those open amber/eyes could burn me, so close that I could touch his breath, and my snatched breath.

I cried harder.

This state lasted until I was sitting side by side with Echizen Ryuya at the dining table eating his first meal, and I was holding my chopsticks while eating and sucking my red nose.

Long Ya leaned lazily on the back, rolled her eyelids: "Even if the food I cook is so delicious, you don't have to cry like this."

I choked up.

All the excitement melted away.

I heard my own indifferent voice with a stiff face: "It's because it's too unpalatable."

It's really unpalatable.

But I ate it bite by bite and left nothing left.

Maybe it was really too unpalatable, that night I hugged the quilt and opened my eyes to look at the dark ceiling all night.And Long Ya grabbed my palm from beginning to end, covering it until I was sweating.

It seems like this can keep me.

……

I finally made the call.

I broke free from his hand and got off the bed lightly, not daring to wake him up.I clearly heard my calm and restrained voice amplified in the darkness: "I'll go back with you."

hang up the phone.

I just realized that I broke out in a cold sweat.

His fingertips were white and trembling slightly.

I dragged my luggage and walked out of the apartment without looking back.I only brought a suitcase with me when I moved in, everything else was bought later.Now that I am leaving, I will only take that suitcase with me.

All alone.

The carefully prepared breakfast was neatly arranged on the dining table, and a note was pressed under the milk, indifferent and unfeeling——

[I am leaving.Don't come to me.sorry.I want to see you on the official court.Because, that is the Echizen Ryuya I know. ]

I suddenly remembered what the pale-faced Sophia said, and slowly, slowly covered my face, preventing the hot tears from leaking from my fingers.

Echizen Ryuya was no younger than me, but we still didn't have a happy ending.

We still lost each other.

defeated by reality.

...

You say yours won't go away.

But I can't hold on, Longya.

So this time, I'm leaving.

*

Patriarch Akimoto promised me to clean up the black history of Echizen Ryuya, on the condition that I must return to Japan.I was forced to block Echizen Ryuya's number, they confiscated my drawing board and brushes, and tore up my scrolls in front of me.

他 说:

"Indulging you to play outside for so many years, you should be content. It's better to cut off the insignificant things. It's good for you and him. Otherwise, I don't know what else I will do."

He threw me a stack of photos of a purple-gray short-haired boy with a racket between his arms, wearing silver and white sportswear, with aggressive eyebrows and eyes.

His smile is like the sun.

I find it extremely glaring.

Patriarch Akimoto tapped his cane impatiently: "Does this person know? Keigo Atobe, the only son of the Atobe chaebol. Take him down, this is your only value now."

——The heir of the Atobe Zaibatsu, the head of the three major chaebols in the Japanese business world, and the elder brother of Atobe Hizuki.

Speaking of which, I still have his black card.

I smiled mockingly.

It's tennis again.

I knelt down on the tatami and bent my once proud spine gracefully:

"Yes, grandfather."

...

From then on, I am no longer an Artemis selling paintings on the streets of Los Angeles.

I am Ryoko Akimoto, the second lady of the Akimoto family, one of the three major political families in Japan.

- a tool for marriage.

My freedom, my love, from that moment on, disappeared.

The author has something to say:

I think the episode of first love is the time when my calm and black-bellied young lady collapses.

Originally, it was set that the eldest lady would leave disheartened in the center of countless quarrels. After thinking about it, let my first love CP say goodbye softly.

After all, when every important person in my life leaves, I don't have a formal farewell.

I miss her so much.

I don't know if there are her favorite anime and paintings in another world, but there is KyoAni.I don't know if there will be a colorful sun in that world.Hope she never draws a black sun again.

I haven't told her yet, but I actually like her very much.It has been since childhood.

There is another chapter of first love story.

Awaited.