No two ambiguous records

(14)

It's strange, it's obviously rolling in this direction, why can't I find it.I searched all the way along the direction where the sweatband rolled, and I had already walked a long way before I knew it. I expected that the sweatband would not be able to roll so far, so I was a little disappointed and prepared to turn back.

confusion.

How could it be calm.

Those who clearly hope to live in peace all the time, clearly hope that they will no longer be fettered by emotions.But things always develop in the direction you didn't expect.I always feel that there are many layers of silk rolled up invisibly, and I am bound to be unable to move. Sometimes I really want to melt directly and disappear into the snow-white threads falling from the sky.

I don't know what to do, so I consciously ignore it, is this really the right thing to do?

Let's go back.

"No two. Sweat belt!" The familiar voice sounded from the ear, soaked in the warmth of the sun as always.

Bai Shi walked over from behind and handed over the small roll in his hand.

"Shiraishi, you don't want to keep watching me looking here, do you?" Fuji narrowed his eyes threateningly, and his tone was still relaxed and teasing.The expression was exactly the same as when he complained about Shiraishi's gold wristbands in the last match.

"Of course not, although I really want to say that." With an apologetic smile, Shiraishi scratched his hair.

The mood was calmed down a lot by Baishi's inexplicable disturbance, but he still felt sensitively that what Baishi wanted to say was not these, it might as well be a little strange.

"Go back." Fuji turned around, turned his back to the setting sun, and prepared to walk back to the dormitory.

"Wait a minute. Fuji, I have something to say." Shiraishi held onto Fuji who was gradually moving away, with half of his face buried in his bangs, making it difficult to see.Fading away the cheerful and playful secondary school side, what remains is the seriousness and maturity closest to Shiraishi on the court.Disturbingly serious.

Fuji turned his head slightly: "Let's talk when we go back, it's getting late." With a soft smile, he pulled out his hand and passed through the net of the court, walked to the other half of the court, and walked to the dormitory building in front.

But Baishi still stood there without moving, not too big or too small, but the volume was just enough for people to hear clearly: "Fuer, I'm actually very disturbed. If I don't pass on my heart to you, I will really lose my heart." I don't have the confidence to continue like this. You, you heard it, that's why you pull Yukimura every time you are alone. Because you are gentle and don't want to say no, don't want to hurt others, so you run away. I hope that if you pass If there is no distance, people will give up this relationship. But you are wrong, the feelings for you can't just disappear so casually."

Baishi stood against the light, the setting sun covered everything behind him, except for the smog that covered his front, but although his eyes did not walk towards the setting sun, they still shone brightly in the shadows, embodying firmness and awareness.

"Although I also thought about following your wishes and getting along peacefully and steadily like this, but I still can't do it. I don't want to go against my heart. I don't want to do nothing and be drawn out of the line by you. So, please Listen clearly, Fuji Zhousuke, I like you."

Silence diffused in the burning clouds all over the sky, dripping with drunken red streamer, separated by a net, the space between the two halves of the court, it seems to have returned to the first match, staring at the opposite side with a serious face The opponent, without taking his eyes off, has no distractions.

I thought I could continue with this kind of time for a while, but when I saw Fuji and Yukimura, or Atobe, I felt that I couldn't bear it anymore. Is there anything wrong with not wanting to see the person I like be intimate with others?The ending may have already been doomed, but I still want to work hard, there is nothing that can be obtained without hard work.

Bearing a sense of guilt alone, no method can escape the shackles of the word cruel, but only rejection is the last thing he wants to say. Fuji has always been thinking of others. To let such a gentle man refuse in person, It must be unbearable to look at each other's hurt expressions.That's why he chooses to escape, avoiding all actions that may cause misunderstanding, pretending to know nothing, but silently drawing a distance, and using hints to refuse, this is his tenderness.

It wasn't until he always pulled Yukimura intentionally or unintentionally in the same solitude as usual that he finally realized that he was not asleep under the starry sky.Perhaps, everything he did was right, because no one can guarantee that he can return to the past when everything is unfolded, and he definitely does not want to see his friends become strangers from now on.Perhaps, his only mistake was not discovering Yukimura's feelings, otherwise he definitely wouldn't have drawn Yukimura.

Yukimura is similar to Fuji, both are people who are good at hiding their feelings.If I didn't have the same feelings as him, I would never have discovered his heart.Not to mention, if I hadn't kept watching him because I liked him, I would have been fooled by success.

But now, wanting to be self-willed, so self-willed that he forcibly breaks through the circle of gentle rejection that Bu Er draws, even if it will bother him, he still wants to express his feelings in person, otherwise he will never be able to get close to him.

"Baishi, don't speculate on my thoughts casually." With his head slightly lowered, his thin and slender bangs trembled with the shock, covering his eyes and expression.Buer clenched his fists and stood facing the setting sun, trembling uncontrollably all over his body, his voice trembling but icy cold.

"I didn't do anything, and I don't want to do anything. Don't give me such a high-sounding rhetoric. What do you think you know about me!" There was a faint whimper in the voice, but Fuji still tried his best to restrain himself , even though the lips have been bitten blue.

"Fuer..." He called out worriedly, did he push too hard?Such abnormal non-duality really made Shiraishi a little overwhelmed, and he regretted that he confessed recklessly after being dominated by jealousy.

He tried his best to suppress the trembling of his whole body, and tried his best to hold back the tears overflowing from the corners of his eyes, but the bitterness in his heart continued to expand and swell, so that he blurted out explosively: "What do you want me to do!"

With tears in his eyes, Budu instantly raised his head, which shook Shiraishi's heart severely. A few scattered teardrops condensed the drunken red of the setting sun and flowed brightly in the air. The pain and sadness on that face were indescribable. For the first time, he really saw the distance between the two of them, not only the distance of a net, but also a world.He wanted to step over but couldn't move forward, and was firmly nailed in place by the misty icy blue eyes.

"No, I didn't mean to..."

Another unbearable silence, the setting sun has dimly lost its remaining warmth, leaving only the cold dark yellow deposited in the world that is gradually drawing down the night.Baishi tried to break the silence, the cold air was eroding that thin body.The cool wind seemed to sweep away the excess restlessness, the fists were slightly loosened, and the body gradually relaxed.It seems that everything has fallen into calm again.

He lowered his head again, his voice was still slightly nasal, but he had already returned to the gentleness of the past: "Baishi, I'm sorry. Forget what you just said. I can't respond to your mood."

In the huge stadium, the setting sun finally disappeared into the night fog and disappeared.