[King of Nets_Trails] Birds and Fish

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"...I sat on the top of the mountain and watched it when the morning sun was rising. It was hazy in the morning mist. I couldn't see it clearly, but I liked it very much. The peach blossoms in the courtyard were in full bloom as usual, and they bloomed and faded. It will bloom and bloom soon, and it will be another year of spring. If life can be as immortal as the sun, moon and stars, then it would be great, so that you can always stay by my side, and the tide will not take you away."

Atobe Keigo pointed out the weakness of a junior, and his expression froze rarely.

It was the first time that the first-year student who was so close to the senior he admired looked at Keigo Atobe flattered, but saw the gorgeous and proud Ice Emperor lost his mind at some point.

But the tennis court today was the same as usual, nothing special.

The sound of the radio room spread throughout the campus.

The voice was different from the usual hooked ending, but it added the tenderness and tenderness of telling the story.

"The setting sun is going down again, and the end of the day is coming. But a new day will rise slowly. I can't help but want to ask again, when will you return? Stepping on the morning light, or Stepping into the dusk, it doesn't matter. Just come back, stand under the peach blossom tree that bloomed and withered, and withered and bloomed again, and smiled at me with a branch of peach blossom, and gave me a long-lost hug."

Atobe Keigo patted Hikichiruo's shoulder with a serious expression on his face, and said, "You did a good job, Hikichi."

He didn't worry about handing over the tennis club to Jijiruo.After a pause, he continued, "From now on, you will take over the world."

He laughed wildly a few times, threw the tennis bag to Huachi who was following him, and walked side by side with Yuji Shinozu who had been waiting for an unknown amount of time.

"The sound of the rustling rain was rustling, and the raindrops fell on the pink peach blossoms, beside the thorns in the courtyard, and in the soil with the breath of life. But it didn't fall on my heart."

Atobe Keigo walked out of the tennis court and looked up at the sky.Ninja Yuuji greeted him lazily, then walked in the opposite direction with his tennis bag on his back.

He stopped suddenly.

With the girl's warm voice still lingering in her ears, she took out her phone expressionlessly, and happened to see the text message from Qiu Yuan Liangxi just after school.

It was nothing more than telling him in a very polite tone that he didn't have to wait for her.

He put the phone back into his pocket and snorted coldly.

That woman was too self-indulgent, and he had no intention of waiting for her.

If it weren't for the fear that his Mrs. Atobe would hang herself after crying, making trouble and hanging herself, he wouldn't have paid any attention to the so-called fiancée that the family forced on him.

Master Atobe would never admit that he couldn't help scowling when he saw a short text message that didn't even have a punctuation mark.

He stepped away.

The driver has been waiting for some time.

The broadcast also read to the end, and it was as hypocritical and moaning as Keibu Keigo imagined, without any nutrition, very much like the style of that not gorgeous woman Asahina Arisu.

"People who have been dry for a long time wait for the nectar to come, but forget that they have long been used to being dry."

"Next spring, you didn't come back."

"...you never came back."

……

Keigo Atobe, who was already in a bad mood, got even worse when he saw Himetsu Atobe looking around with a suitcase at the school gate.

He turned away.

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Qiu Yuan Liangxi put down the manuscript paper that she was gripping tightly, her palms were sweating, trembling with nervousness.

She turned off the radio and breathed a sigh of relief.

Even if she attended those banquets where the wine was mixed, she had never been so nervous. In fact, she hadn’t read a long paragraph like this for a long time. When she was in the United States, she would occasionally help her friends get a job as a voice actor, but she was never as nervous as today. shook.

The eyes of Sakuraba Mirai behind him have slowly evolved into full of admiration.

She made no secret of her admiration, "Akimoto-san, your voice is so nice, it's like being kissed by an angel!"

Qiuyuan Liangxi felt embarrassed after being praised by her, and smiled softly, "Not as powerful as Ying Ting-san you said."

During the conversation, Ayuki Asahina, who had been eyeing this side for a long time, had already rushed over, hugged the 1.6-meter tall Akimoto Ryoxi, his eyes sparkled, and said, "Xiao Liang, your voice is so loud, you can hear it, Come with me and I will take care of you."

"..."

Qiuyuan Liangxi stiffened her body, turned her head and stared blankly at the young girl who was rubbing against her body, and kept a face that was neither too deep nor too shallow, and the corners of her mouth were perfectly rounded, cracked, cracked.

...Wait for the promised high-cold goddess.

...What is going on with this cute style of painting?

...I took the wrong script, hey.

Very prescient, Sakuraba Mirai stepped back a few steps with an expression of "as expected", looked at Akimoto Ryoxi with a little sympathy, and said, "Well, Akimoto-san, our president..."

She covered her lips and coughed lightly, "She is not only a face control, but also a voice control."

Qiuyuan Liangxi felt that he was being strangled and couldn't breathe, so he let out a breath with difficulty, and said intermittently, "Well, Asahi Nasan, can you let me go first."

She wants to maintain her noble and elegant lady image.

Asahina Arisu Yiyan let go of her, but shook her hand again, with the corners of her mouth stretched to the sides of her cheeks, with a bright smile, "Welcome to the broadcasting agency, Xiaoliang."

... It's too late for her to regret it now.

Arisu Asahina, who appeared to be a cold goddess on the surface but was actually just a middle school girl, stared like a wolf like a tiger at Akimoto Liangxi, who was about to lose her smile, and said, "From today onwards, we are friends, Xiaoliang."

It's better to say she's a natural girl than a middle school girl, and she hasn't agreed yet, so don't unilaterally announce this kind of thing, hey.

Akimoto Liangxi found out that when she met Arisu Asahina, she complained more and more.

... She obviously walked like a lady and a lady.

In fact, Qiuyuan Liangxi can raise her standard smile in front of anyone, but she can't deal with this heartless and natural girl, and she always feels a deep sense of powerlessness every time.

For example, Arisu Asahina in front of me.

For example, someone on the other side of the ocean.

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However, when Qiuyuan Liangxi saw someone who was supposed to be far away on the other side of the ocean at the school gate, her stiff face finally couldn't hold back, and she couldn't help turning her head and walking away.

But the girl with purple-gray hair who was looking up and talking to her brother danced and danced, had already seen her with sharp eyes, her brows were dyed with joy, she ran over with her feet up, threw herself into her arms, and shouted, "Liu Xi—— —”

Her peaceful life was finally completely crushed by this sound.

"Hi."

"... Crimson Moon."

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Atobe Keigo is proud and flamboyant, not afraid of heaven and earth, but afraid of two people, one is Mrs. Atobe who likes to cry, make trouble, and hang himself, and the other is the overlord Atobe Feiyue.

Akimoto is cool and gentle, elegant and noble, not afraid of heaven and earth, but afraid of two people, one is Arisu Asahina who flies to show star eyes just after a disagreement, and the other is the little overlord Atobu Feiyue.

……

Ah.

The author has something to say:

The heroine next door, the little princess, came on the stage, spreading flowers.

Little Princess: Love me, are you afraid? [狗头]

When she found out that the school belle had collided with her name, she changed it to Arisu Asahina.

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The passage that Liang Xi read was my homework, and I adapted the last 1500 words of a certain short story by Mo Yan. I adapted his debut novel "Rain on a Spring Night".

The full text is here, read it if you are interested, the writing is sloppy.

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It seems that the seedlings that have been drought for a long time are finally waiting for the rain, and the lush jungle is finally waiting for the tired birds that have returned.After all, the first drizzle in spring still came with the breeze, and I stood alone in front of the drizzling window lattice, but I couldn't wait for you to come back.

Brother, you should know that I don't like Chun.

Spring means another year of parting, and spring means another year when you can't come back.But the peach tree in the yard was in bloom again. I climbed to that tree with mixed and painful emotions to pick a peach blossom in full bloom, and handed it to you with joy when you return. You must be very happy. like.But I'm a bit stupid, and my hands and feet are not very flexible. I wanted to give you a surprise, but I accidentally dropped my leg.I can only lie in the back room, watching the spring rain outside the window over and over again, and the flowers on the peach trees are in full bloom.

I read the few letters you sent me word for word, but when I picked up the pen, I didn't know what to say.There are really too many things I want to say to you, too many to bear the weight like a tide, and I always feel that there is no way to finish it on a full piece of paper.At that time, I was curled up on the bed, and I didn’t know if it was the sequelae of falling from the peach tree that day or what. My illness got worse, and I curled up on the bed like a lazy and ignorant kitten.

I miss you a little bit again.

I sent you a few letters intermittently a few times ago, and the ramblings were a bit annoying. I don’t know if you would find me annoying too, but forgive me for my self-pity.I have no way to see you, this is our home, and our parents who are very old and near their twilight years.Nor can you leave the land you love and come back to me.

I am a good, understanding wife, and you should hug me without saying a word when you come back.Forget it, I don't need to hug you, as long as you come back safely.I don't know if I can see you come back next spring, standing under the peach blossom tree that bloomed and withered, and withered and bloomed again, and picked a peach blossom to smile at me and give me a long-lost hug.

Mother is not feeling well anymore, she keeps coughing.She just had another cough and was talking about you to me.The old man's memory always fades quickly, but he still remembers how long you haven't come back.She loves me like a daughter, nagging me a lot, and often swearing at you as a "bad boy" when mentioning you.She pinched her fingers to count the date of your last letter, and cursed again, most of the time saying that you are so heartless that you don't know how to send more letters.I know she is complaining for me, I feel a little lonely alone, but I still can't help but argue for you, she knows that I love you, so she doesn't transfer the gunfire to me, and she won't continue after scolding you a few words said.

I also remember the date of your last letter.Strange to say, I usually have a bad memory, but I remember those trivial things clearly.I counted with my fingers, and it took 25 days.You haven't heard from me for 25 days.I have to continue to wait.

I don't know when you will think of me.

Thinking about it still feels a little frustrating.

When the morning sun was rising, I sat on the top of the mountain and watched it. It was hazy in the morning mist. I couldn't see it clearly, but I liked it very much.The peach blossoms in the courtyard bloomed just right as usual, and it bloomed and then failed, and after failing and blooming soon, it was another spring of the year.It would be great if life could be as eternal and immortal as the sun, moon and stars, so that you can always stay by my side, and the tide will not take you away.

The sun is setting again, and the end of the day is coming.But a new day will slowly rise again.I can't help but want to ask again, when will you return?It doesn't matter whether you step on the morning sun or the evening mist.It's good that you come back, stand under the peach blossom tree that bloomed and withered, and withered and bloomed again, and picked a peach blossom to smile at me and give me a long-lost hug.

The rustling sound of the rain rang out, and the raindrops fell on the pink peach blossoms, beside the thorns in the courtyard, and on the soil stained with the breath of life.But it doesn't fall on my heart.

People who have been dry for a long time wait for the nectar, but forget that they have long been used to being dry.

You didn't come back next spring.

You never came back.