No two ambiguous records

(11)

Sometimes the longing will not fade gradually because of the passage of time, but will ferment in time and emit unexpected richness.Especially when this layer of yearning is sprinkled with a slight sense of guilt, it is not some sinful and deep resentment, but just the uneasiness and wavering for oneself as a winner and for one's own exclusive luck.It's as if stepping on a companion to climb a high platform, as if giving up the opportunity to join hands for victory.But this is just the extreme of thinking driven by guilt, which is just infinitely magnified by longing.But when the truth is dug out and exposed to the light, the willful will always be irritated by reason.But in the end, this will become a way for them to express their loneliness and guilt, and a way to resolve their deep thoughts.

It's not that he didn't notice Kikumaru's wavering, but when the wavering was so clearly displayed, Fuji was still a little worried.Even if you are sitting at the table to eat, you will stare at the seat next to you in a daze, imagining what it would be like if Dashi was there.Even if Ying Er said it was fine, it was hardly convincing.

When the matter developed into a confrontational situation, Fuji was still a little fortunate.Such a situation seemed to be so tense that it was out of control, but in fact, on a certain level, everyone relieved their emotions from it.Just from the happy smiles on everyone's faces after the table tennis game, it was revealed that the companions were licking each other's wounds left by kicking off their teammates.

It didn't take much time from Kikumaru, Feng Yinjibu, and Guanyue who were too rational and denied the yearning to declare war, to successfully winning the game and reaching an understanding, but the whole atmosphere was indeed harmonious, even if it was only on the sidelines Watching the battle can also feel the deep warmth.I really want to get closer to that pleasant warmth more and more.

After the game, the crowd gradually dispersed, and Fuji suddenly woke up from his meditation. Seeing Tezuka next to him was about to turn around and leave, he couldn't help calling out: "Tezuka, don't you want to watch them play tennis?"

I don’t know whether it’s just an inquiry or an invitation. It’s just pure, I want to get close to this warmth, I want to see them sweating on the court with youthful smiles, and I hope someone can accompany me to witness this more intense feeling. of bondage.At least for now, I don't want to be alone.

Tezuka turned his head, the lens was showing a cold light as always, slightly displeased, obviously at the moment he was not in the mood to be a tennis spectator, just looking back at him, he knew it, and he still hoped to be able to play tennis from Unexpected words came out of his mouth.

"Well, I have to go to the library."

"That's it." The familiar back, the firm back that has been following for several years, is as indestructible as that person's determination, with no gaps in the dense seams.Gradually drifting away, the pace is firm and never looks back, and it has been moving straight towards its goal.Maybe he hesitated, maybe wavered, but he didn't show it on his face, nor in his mouth.Sometimes Fuji himself doubts whether the relationship with Tezuka is as close as it appears on the surface, at least——

"Is it the library?" The murmured whisper seemed to be sad, but also seemed to be self-deprecating.

—I never even mentioned to myself the possibility of going to Germany.

Already a little tired.

He kept watching that figure.

Already a little tired.

Random guesses and temptations.

But can you let it go?

My own empty heart.

Buer turned around and walked towards the field, always feeling that they would gradually drift away towards the two extremes like this, the distance would lengthen, and they would not look back.The heart is empty, and loneliness comes like a tide.

Bu Er covered his heart and lowered his eyes.

I……

"Hey, Fuji-kun, do you want to watch them play tennis? Let's go together!" Not far away, Shiraishi ran over excitedly, and waved to Fuji, his sunny smiling face shone brightly under the light .

Maybe he didn't notice Bu Er's strangeness, but came to invite very simply.

Maybe he noticed Fuji's depression and wanted to get rid of the haze that enveloped Fuji.

However, no matter which one it is, it is not important anymore. What is important is that Fuji has indeed been healed invisibly, by that pure smiling face that is not mixed with other things.Even if our protagonist will definitely not admit it.

At least at this moment, don't think about other things, just shrouded in a joyful atmosphere, enjoying the warmth of the so-called fetters.

The dazzling lights on the court sprinkled all over the ground, but the light beams that were hard to look at were dimmed by the night, like a faint orange mist, rippling on the lush field.Everyone who was still fighting in groups a few quarters of an hour ago has removed the red combs at this moment, with happy smiles on their faces, and the sweat of youth following the sound of "click" back and forth.At this moment, they have really put aside all their troubles and sorrows, and only have tennis in their field of vision, only the joy of being with their companions, the pure and enviable happiness.

Slightly away from the court, half of the night permeates the stands, and occasionally a long and narrow figure will be swept across, which is the imprint of a person running on the tennis court.The crickets in the bushes behind me came and went, shouting youth dance music.Buer sat lazily on the steps, leaning up slightly, a cool breeze blowing on his face, stirring up a few strands of chestnut hair, filled with the fragrance that only belongs to the night.Baishi stood quietly on the sidelines, his gaze resting on the few figures on the field, his perfect facial lines hinted a little, adding a bit of maturity.

Although they and we are full of youthful smiles, the suppressed thoughts and guilt will not disappear. This is what the winners have to bear.As much victory as one wants to achieve, one must suppress the same pain.All they can do now is to trust their companions, work hard, and use the most perfect state to welcome their companions back.As long as tennis exists, the bond will last forever.

Perhaps because of the influence of such a comfortable atmosphere, I always feel that I can think a lot, and then express it so clearly and frankly, they seem to be speaking to each other, but also seem to be speaking to themselves.Bu Er felt very peaceful, as if the previous turmoil was as ethereal as a cloud, which was hard to touch. At this moment, his heart was like a Wang Bitan, quietly rippling out circles of ripples, so quiet that he could promise even forever.

Shiraishi glanced at Fu Er faintly, just like the usual smiling face with less pretense and more realness, his handsome face instantly became vivid, at this moment Bu Er was really comfortable, just like the starry night sky As clear and bright.A smile formed at the corner of Shiraishi's mouth.

In the night sky that suddenly lit up, a dazzling track was formed abruptly, and the bright spots shining with crystal luster at the front rushed down, passing through the night sky dotted with stars, leaving behind a neon bustle.

"Look, it's a shooting star."

It is a shooting star, dragging a dazzling tail, stunning the entire starry sky.

"It's so beautiful." Bu Er murmured, his eyes reflected the diamond-like flow of color, and the ice blue color was recoated with pure silver white, just like a sapphire fished out from under the ice, shining with an incomparable halo .

"It's really beautiful." Shiraishi echoed, and the heart-stirring ice sapphire was reflected in the depths of his pupils.