No two ambiguous records

(15)

"Fuer?" Kikumaru tentatively called out cautiously. The same Buer around him made his heart flutter. He would rather see the depressed and depressed Fuji than face such an indifferent one. he.I am always afraid that all this is just a gorgeous curtain, but underneath it is a raging flame.

Sensing Kikumaru's worry, Fuji stopped to meet those big watery eyes, and smiled helplessly.Eiji was never a person who would hide his thoughts, what he was thinking and what mood he was feeling were written on his face verbatim.It may be difficult for him to understand his state of mind, and I don't want to bring other troubles to the innocent him.

"Eiji, I'm fine. Don't worry. Come on, let's go back."

It was still an impeccable smile, as if what happened a few minutes ago had never happened, as if the painful expression had never appeared, as if everything was a sad and beautiful dream.The maple leaves falling like flames danced tremblingly in the autumn wind to the last waltz and fell to the ground, blurring the misty smile of the young man in front of him.

Suddenly hated that heartless and cold person, Kikumaru was a little overwhelmed by such a strong emotion, but tears overflowed from the corners of his eyes again, he wiped the teardrops that were not turbulent but endless with one hand, and Clenching his fists and trembling, he fell to the side, bit his lower lip tightly, and whimpered: "The minister is so cruel, how can he be so cold-blooded, just leave like this, without looking back. So ruthless! Iceberg! Facial paralysis! Devil! Woooo..."

"Okay, Eiji. Don't cry." Fuji gently ran down the wine-red hair, and gently held Kikumaru's trembling fist, trying to comfort the over-excited big cat.

The icy fist was suddenly covered with a circle of warmth, the trembling miraculously stopped, and the faint touch on the head and the throbbing spread into the heart.There is a kind of itchy sweetness like willow branches in spring brushing your cheeks.

Always such a gentle person.

Kikumaru wiped away the tears on his face, held Buer's warm hand behind his back, and looked at the person in front of him steadily, the eyes that were hazy with water vapor gradually cleared up, and Ruosi's firmness was melting away.

"Fuer, Buer, I will always be by your side. So, don't be afraid of the lonely meow. I want Buer meow who is always happy."

"Ying Er?" Wei Wei is a little surprised, but more of a soft one.With simple words, I can understand that Kikumaru's meaning is extremely simple, just like him, but invisibly penetrates into people's hearts and injects warm and powerful energy like sunshine.

Raising his tear-stained smiling face, Kikumaru burst into a smile that was more dazzling than the sun, and flung himself on Fuji's body: "Because, I like Fuji the most."

I always feel like, so happy.Under the slightly drunken sunlight, Kikumaru clenched his arms tightly and closed his eyes.

Gorgeous fire clouds covered half of the sky, and the orange halo diffused on the maple trees connected together by the roadside, rippling an intoxicating wine red halo mixed with warm yellow.Layers of apertures were spread on the man's body, blurring the beautiful shadow and softening the resolute lines.It seems that no matter how tense the face, no matter how swift the action, no matter how sharp the line of sight is, the edges and corners are erased, the momentum is buffered, and it turns into wisps of mist and blends in with the surroundings.

Everything seems to have slowed down in the warm sunset, dragged his figure longer, and fell into a light and comfortable dream.Unknowingly, the tone changes and the twilight infects it.

I didn't realize the length of time at all, didn't notice any fatigue, just stared tirelessly at the yellow ball in front of me, hitting it again and again against the wall in front of me.A gust of cool wind blew by, squinting his icy eyes, the racket spun around deftly in his hand, and the yellow ball landed firmly in his hand in a blink of an eye.Fuji wiped the sweat from his forehead and adjusted his breathing.Only then did he notice a sense of fatigue welling up in his body.The laziness of the sunset always blurs the time and dulls the body and mind. Have you practiced for so long?

However, it is not enough.

No, it is not enough at all.

He tightly held the tennis ball in his hand, the racket in his right hand spun around in the air and then returned to his hand, sank a few inches and then moved quickly, rubbing out a few strong air currents, setting off a floating ball lying on the ground. few maple leaves.

The night became a little thicker, the kumquats faded away quietly, and became cloudy and blurred for a few sections, becoming less and less real.Whether it's that thin back or that little yellow ball.

The night fell completely, and there was a thick and inseparable dark night outside the house. Even if you looked out against the glass, you could only see your face magnified several times.Occasionally, the whistling sound of the wind leaked through the cracks of the window, like the shrill screams of ghosts.

Only wind and no rain.

Yukimura closed the window tightly, picked up a few pieces of paper that had fallen by his feet, and put them away again.I glanced at the time and said it was not too late, but it was not too early either.Although the party we agreed to win, Tezuka left, and a bed was left there empty and abandoned. Everyone's state of mind changed more or less.

Germany?

Needless to say, both Shiraishi and himself have understood the reasons for the recent incidents, and have touched some similar emotions to some extent.For the first time, the unerring thoughts are not so unfathomable.

The party that was promised was originally a party of four people, but it suddenly dropped to three people without any warning, and now it has turned into a silence of two people.

Although I was worried about the situation of Bu Er, I thought about the party and shook it hard, how to adjust the atmosphere without one person, but now I don't even need to worry, and Bu Er has not come back yet.Even though he knew there was nothing to worry about, he couldn't help but worry.where will it be

"Yukimura, go find it." Shiraishi finally couldn't sit still, broke the silence, put on his coat and walked towards the door.

Although I want to say wait and see - there will be no danger in the joint place, and now Fuji should want to be alone, licking the wound by himself, and don't want others to see it.When he sorts out his mood, he will come back with that gentle smile and live as usual.Yes, he believes that this is very similar to himself. He silently draws a line with others and handles his own affairs alone. He seems easy-going but actually no one has stepped in.At this time, the wavering Bu Er definitely does not want anyone to approach him, fearing that his fragility will be exposed, and that his mask will be shattered.

Yukimura hesitated, he didn't know what choice was the best for Fuji.Is to approach desperately, or respect his self-protection.If it were me, I would definitely not want others to see my vulnerable side, because everything that the illness endures is beyond the tolerance of his self-esteem, and that kind of pain is unimaginable for ordinary people.If he could, he would definitely hide that self, and throw away such a weak self without hesitation.

Just because he might have the same mood, Yukimura would choose to watch silently, waiting for that person to stand up by himself.He believed the man would.

but--

Looking at Shiraishi who opened the door to find someone without hesitation, Yukimura curled his lips helplessly. This person is approaching without hesitation, so what else can he do.Yukimura put on his coat and walked out the door.I can only look for it first.