No two ambiguous records

(9)

The storm came and went quickly.In the afternoon of the next day, the irritability of the sky has become a thing of the past, leaving only a long and delicate curtain of rain.Fuji's fever had subsided, and they walked back to the bottom of the slope in their raincoats. As expected, the search team arrived.Atobe brought backup as promised and found a new return route, saving the trouble of climbing.

One after another crisis came quickly, and no one expected to be so comfortable when everything was over, just like this misty rain curtain, paved with blur, like a dream.

Looking at the sleeping place with soft lights everywhere, I even feel a little bit of a trance, gradually not knowing which side is a dream and which side is reality.It seems that the field training is a nightmare, and it seems that the buildings in front of me are the hallucinations in reality, but no matter which side it is, when the nervous heart is really let go, the tiredness will come like a tide.

Everything seems to be on track again.But it does seem to be different.Only at this time can you feel that time is indeed passing slowly, and the imprint left will not disappear.

Several days of bad weather made it impossible to carry out outdoor training, and the coach had to change the training menu and move the focus indoors.However, these do not seem to be very important to Fuji, because he was ordered to rest for a few days.Although there was no serious injury, it took some time for the wounds all over the body to heal.According to Yukimura's persuasion, as long as you rest for a few days, you can join the training when the sky clears up.

He obediently nestled in the dormitory, bored while looking forward to recovering soon.Qingxue will have different people visiting every day, and Yuta will never leave for a day (which makes Fuji very happy). Although I am very happy that someone can relieve the boredom, what is the development of this visit to the zoo?It's like being a koala in an iron cage, with different tourists visiting every day.He gradually understood why Yukimura hated hospitals.

When he was alone, he would look through the photo collection, sort out the plants in the dormitory, or stare blankly at the drizzle outside the window.The days are as plain as water, but I have returned to the original illusion.

Although staying in the same dormitory, he and Baishi tacitly said nothing about what happened that night, just like the countless times of rewinding, returning to the original place again and again, gradually getting closer. A feeling like a world away.They have been running in to find a distance that can make each other comfortable, and every time they return to the original point because of the difficulty of adjustment.

He has always believed that friends are the most reliable distance, they will not burn each other because they are too close, and they will not feel cold because they are too far away.After all, he still didn't have the guts to cross that hurdle, and he couldn't take a step closer.

He thinks that the present day is what he wishes, and he doesn't want to think about it deeply.

He thought that it would be enough to just go back to the beginning, but he didn't know that the traces of time dragged on were indelible.

The person who came to visit today was Gan, and he also brought a condolence item - a glass of vegetable juice with a strange color.This should be an exclusive condolence item that can only be applied to Fuji, because no one except Fuji will take such a vicious vegetable juice as a gift. On the contrary, it is almost as a murder tool.

While Buer was drinking the vegetable juice, Gan looked around in the room, maybe he thought that Buer didn't notice, but Buer could see everything he did, although he didn't understand the meaning of doing this.Seeing Gan's sneaky look, Buer became very playful, walked over quietly, stood behind Gan and poked his head out: "Qian, what are you looking at?"

There was a sudden sound in the ear, and Gan jumped three feet high in fright. He hurriedly used his hands to support the table, but touched the cactus on the edge of the table. It fell to the ground, so miserable.

I have to say that sometimes bad luck will line up to catch up with you.

Of course, the main thing is to do something about my own guilty conscience, let alone make some small moves behind my back, and take the opportunity to spy on the enemy.However, the gaffe ended here, and he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. No matter how he said it, he would not be so stupid as to leak his words, but he never expected that after he left the devil's dormitory, he would give the most important record book to him. landed there.Who would have imagined that Xiaobenzi would sneak out of the butt pocket mischievously, this is the biggest mistake, but at the same time, shouldn't he be thankful that the protagonist himself was not the first to find out?

Fuji expressed his doubts. Seeing Yukimura playing mysterious games at night, he was very curious about the brochures in Yukimura's hands, but Yukimura refused to show him a single inch. Confidentiality must not be leaked.Looking at the slightly upward arc of Yukimura's mouth, it is impossible to believe this poor excuse.

Just when Fuji was thinking about how to get the booklet, Yukimura's expression suddenly changed from sunny to cloudy, with the potential of thunder.But in the next second, the smile returned, like a poppy blooming more beautifully.

"No two, I'll go out for a while." Yukimura smiled and closed the booklet, opened the door and walked out. Although the whole set of movements was unhurried and natural, what's the matter with the black air?It's just like asking a teacher for a crime.

When he first picked up this booklet, Yukimura was surprised for a moment. He never knew that there were such interesting things in the world.The content in it completely overturned his previous guess. He thought it was the tennis data collected by Qingxue Dataman hard. His Tennis Analysis Record is a more rigorous gossip analysis record, and the protagonist of Eight Diagrams is still his roommate.He originally planned to pass it on after he had finished appreciating it, and observe Bu Er's reaction at close range, but when he saw the content behind it, he could no longer remain calm. How dare someone gossip about him?Or is it against the nest?The boys were growing bolder, and he was willing to condescend to teach them a lesson.

Yukimura is in a good mood after cleaning up his own mess. The unrelated people in Room 202 were still stunned, Chitose was extremely glad that he was in Sitianbao Temple, Guanyue desperately wanted to shake off the goosebumps all over his body.Although it's a pity that the other important person is not here, but Qing Xue's mess should be handled by Fuji.

Originally, I planned to tell Fuji this extremely cruel reality with a bit of bad intentions, but the moment I opened the door, I completely forgot about it.So are you a firefighter?I just came home from work and found that there was an even bigger mess in my house.Yukimura sighed somewhat helplessly.

No matter how much you rewind the tape, the scratches will never disappear, but will accumulate more and more.If you think that time flows on the ground like pure water, and the water stains left behind can evaporate in the sun without leaving any traces, you must be very wrong. It is better to compare it to tears, which precipitate crystal fine particles. Salt?Enough exaggeration.

He has no interest in being a peacemaker, nor does he have the persistence to get to the bottom of it.But now that the bubble has come up, there is always an urge to fish it all up.He closed the door leisurely and walked in as if he hadn't seen anything.

"Yukimura, are things settled?" Fuji handed over a cup of coffee.

but--

Yukimura was a little speechless, it was already late at night, and he even invited him to drink coffee, isn't this intentional to make insomnia go away?

"Fuji, do you want me to watch the night?" Yukimura had a headache.

"No, there's a lot of milk in it." Fuji smiled harmlessly.

But this is not the point, no matter how much milk is added, the essence of coffee will not change.He believed that Buer just wanted to find a change that could wash away the embarrassing atmosphere, but this couldn't make him lie down.If the situation continues like this, perhaps he will be affected more and more times, he glanced at Shiraishi who was still holding the ointment, and sighed almost silently.I always feel that I have been sighing a lot lately.

"Okay, why don't we talk by candlelight today? Let's go." He took Fuji, turned around and opened the door that had just been closed, and decisively threw the cup of thick milky coffee to Shiraishi for disposal.

In fact, it is not difficult to guess that even if the way the three of them get along has not changed much, this is not going back in time, and the embarrassment between the two is still inevitable.Perhaps the person involved didn't notice it, and the so-called authorities were obsessed with the bystanders, and even himself became embarrassed.Leaving aside why he had to brew coffee in the middle of the night, and accidentally got burned during the brewing process, Baishi must have picked up the ointment to check the injury on a conditioned reflex.As a result, the cup of coffee that no one drank was successfully served in front of him.

Both of them have a knot in their hearts, and if they can't untie it, they can't restore the previous relationship.Yukimura believes that there is more than one knot in Fuji's heart, because he doesn't know when it started, and Fuji has never moved forward on that road. The knots he encountered are only relatively farther and farther away, but they have never been untied.He can only guess that in that dead-end game, Fuji opened one way but closed the other.

I said that I will protect it for a limited time, so let me meddle in my own business this time.The convenience of this location still needs to be utilized.

The author has something to say:

Hmm... no surprises, there are two chapters left to finish.

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If you are not careful, you will slip into the sense of crisis of badending ← I feel like writing the ending.