【Fuji Tsuka】On how to fall in love when two people are seamless

Fuji returned to Japan and continued to devote himself to the heavy work.

He didn't even have time to go to Tezuka's house to bring Taiyu back to his hometown, so the matter was logically handed over to Fuji Yuta, the last brother with the lowest "status" in the Fuji family.

But I later regretted this decision quite a lot.

Just because he heard that not only his dog was very useless, but when he left, he barked all over the room to find Naiko and wanted to take the kitten with him. A 12-signature parody by the dozen.

There is always an illusion that he is alone in the front of the battle, and the result is that his family, from his younger brother to the stupid dog, are constantly dragging him behind, which is really unfortunate for the family.

That being the case, it seems that this is not the best time to fight. It is better to call back the troops for now and fight again in the future.

In the following month, Buer was busy writing manuscripts, Tezuka was busy training, and the two lived a peaceful life in peace.

Until the middle of May, something happened, which woke up Buer from the life of burying his head in coding. After tidying up his muscles and bones, the big devil wagged his tail and became active again. Even the cactus at home excitedly bloomed bright red flowers. little flowers.

That day, Atobe made another appointment for dinner with Fuji. This time, it was rare that Fuji did not forget, but it was already an hour after the appointment time when he arrived at Atobe's office.

Atobe is extremely rare, there is no serial call to him on the phone, and while wondering if the Queen's stock has fallen badly today, he is in a bad mood, while stepping into the office floor where Atobe is located.

There was a ding at the elevator door, and Bu Er was almost slapped back into the elevator by the deafening human voice.

Fuji opened his eyes wide and looked around, and found that all the secretarial staff outside the queen's office were staring at him with chills, and there was a fierce quarrel between Ninja Yuuji and Atobe Keigo in the office separated by a wall.

"How old are you, do you still need me to teach you how to do things? Don't you know the circulation of Tezuka Kunimitsu's book? Can a book planner of this level leak secrets when writing a manuscript?! Ninzu Yushi, you -"

Atobe's voice showed that he was definitely in a rage.

"Keiko Atobe, don't go crazy, there is evidence that I leaked the planning secret?"

The Kansai coyotes sounded a little tired, but they were also very angry.

Atobe shouted again: "My uncle cares about who did it? Did you know that 107 Publishing House is about to make an exclusive biography of Tezuka? I came to buy the filming rights from my uncle! Is there anyone in the world who doesn’t know about this?! All the publicity plans I made before were all in vain..."

Ninzu said sarcastically: "Oh, it sounds like you made the publicity plan yourself, how could I remember that it was done by a certain external editor in Kansai..."

Atobe interrupted loudly: "Shut up! Did I allow you to interrupt?! Do you know how many people will be staring at this piece of fat soon? The best way for this book to fail to sell is to keep him from winning the Tokyo Olympics!"

As if Ninzu couldn't stand Atobe's mention of Tezuka, he also raised his voice: "I said you should shut up, instead of making a scene here, why don't you hurry up and investigate, think about what to do, and yell at me. What a ghost?!"

There was a crash, as if some document was swept to the ground by a brain,

Atobe's voice was full of anger, as if he had issued a military order to Ninja: "Ninaku Yushi, this incident happened in your hands, and you actually asked me to wipe your ass?! You give me Get him!"

Renzu said lazily: "Hmph, that's not necessary, if you come to lick it, I..."

Snapped!

Atobe: "Yushi Ninja!!!"

After a long silence.

"Jingwu..." Renzu continued, "Have you forgotten that I have resigned from all management positions long ago, and I have long since lost control of those people in 107 Publishing House. I am just an external editor, book producer, confidential The leak has nothing to do with me, if you want to check it out, it’s up to you, you have my email, mobile phone, network disk, social account and password, that’s it, let’s go. Buer has arrived..."

It was a very exhausting conversation. At the end, he pushed open the door of Atobu's office and strode out. When he passed by, he only had time to ask to deliver the manuscript as soon as possible, and then disappeared in the elevator.

Walking into the messy floor, Fuji walked into the office of the Atobu, and saw the queen slumped down on his Italian handmade leather sofa, her silver-gray bangs hanging down to cover her eyes, her eyes looked broken behind her slender fingers.

Fuji obviously already knew the outline of the matter, and he was well versed in the dark areas of the media and publishing industry, and he could understand the seriousness of the matter, but there was nothing serious enough for Atobe to show such an expression.

Seeing the direction in which Shinozu went away, Fuji knew something in his heart, and then he sent a message to Tezuka in front of Atobe.

That afternoon, after Tezuka’s training, Fuji met him in a coffee shop. He only talked about the ins and outs of the matter for more than ten minutes. result.

Since the biography was originally scheduled to be released within one month after Tezuka won the Olympic tennis championship, the book should have a very good sales volume due to the popularity of his career gold slam. Of course, in order to prevent accidents, even if you firmly believe that Tezuka Bu Er, who will win the championship, has to prepare two girdle copywriting and cover design, and after the final result comes out, choose the one that is realistic for printing.

This is the problem. The entire content of this book is based on the success or failure of a single public figure, and this person's experience and media reputation will affect the sales of the book to the greatest extent.Now, when the publishing colleagues have learned about the plan, they have enough time to prepare. If any competitor really wants to intervene in the 107 Publishing House of the Motobu to continue to occupy the publishing market, they will definitely attack Tezuka’s public image and make him suffer. Tezuka's image as "Japanese Tennis Hero" no longer exists...

They have countless ways, and Fuji said with a wry smile, with so much time, and Tezuka often walks in Tokyo, maybe tomorrow there will be a child hugging Tezuka's leg on Shinjuku Street and calling him Dad, but the media happened to pass by or something...

Of course, in the face of this invisible attack, Atobe will not sit still, and the Atobe consortium naturally has a thousand and one ways to fight back to win this media war.But in any case, these things will affect Tezuka more or less.And as long as one of them is successful, even if the impact is so great that Tezuka loses the Tokyo Olympic champion, then even if Atobe wins the media war, it will be useless.

"Probably just such a battle of the last stand..." Fuji Tezuka said, "We have no way out except for complete victory."

Tezuka listened quietly for a long time, ordered the black tea latte in his hand and only took a sip before continuing.

He pushed the cup shyly, and said, "Add milk, I'm not used to it."

Fuji back with a helpless expression.

Tezuka pulled up his shirt, lifted his back from the back of the chair, sat upright, and said seriously: "I will pay attention, but I can't see any difference."

Fuji showed an expression of "Great, what I just said was in vain again".

"It's never easy to be a champion, you need to work hard, even if you are number one in the world, you don't dare to talk about winning this year's Olympic champion." Tezuka raised his glasses seriously, "I don't think those people's black tricks are better than mine. The opponents are stronger, unless, they can put mercury in the tennis ball that the caddy hands me."

"Pfft." Fuji was amused by Tezuka's serious joke, he raised his hand presumptuously, stretched his arms across the coffee table in front of them, and then put his palm on Tezuka's head, forcefully After rubbing it twice, seeing Tezuka's cold eyes and disheveled hair, he laughed.

Tezuka raised his eyebrows deeply, but remained silent after all.

"You are really, really interesting, and you are so deeply in my heart." Fuji smiled like a fox, "So I didn't come to you to talk about the biography, I just wanted to ask you to find Keigo Atobe, I'm really curious, is it worth arguing with Yushi for such a trivial matter? Also, why they broke up, I really want to know! Why don't we split up, you go to Xiaojing, I go to Yushi, how about it?!"

"...Can I refuse?" Tezuka frowned, almost killing flies.

"Caring for old friends is everyone's responsibility, Tezuka Kunimitsu, how can you be so indifferent!"

So, Tezuka was driven out of nowhere, and asked Keigo Atobe to have dinner at the restaurant downstairs in his office.

Tezuka asked helplessly why Fuji was so free, and Fuji said that caring about his friends' love is the most essential seasoning in his life, and it has the same status as wasabi.

Tezuka went to pick up the car, shaking his head along the way, saying that Fuji was too nonsense.

Bu Er laughed wantonly.

"Ne, Tezuka. Since junior high school, have you indulged me to misbehave less often? Minister."

Around seven o'clock that night, Tezuka drove Fuji to the direction of Shinjuku.

It is said that Tezuka was going to Shinjuku, so he happened to take him to Kabukicho on the way, because his action tonight was to "fish" Yushi Ninzu, so going to Kabukicho was the inevitable end.

Tezuka parked the car near Itchome, and before getting out of the car, Fuji began to pack his luggage. He chose to leave everything in Tezuka's car, such as cameras and notebooks that hindered his "gossip".

Then, Buer kept his clothes simple, pulled down the sun visor on the passenger seat, found the mirror, and quickly unbuttoned his shirt in front of himself in the mirror.

"...Fuji." Tezuka stopped him.

"Annah." Buer smiled and played a prank on himself, pulled open the neckline so that the large snow-white chest was looming between the gaps, he pulled out half of the shirt so that people could not see his waistline clearly, and finally he rubbed Her hair was messed up, and she even took out a pair of rimless glasses without prescription from her bag and put them on her face.

"It's just to prevent someone from asking me if I want to visit their shop all the way. I can't stand it. I might as well pretend to be their kind and go in, haha!"

Tezuka glared at Fuji, his hands gripping the steering wheel almost scratched out the finger marks on the round handle.

"It's not like." Tezuka plucked up his courage and criticized dryly.

Wearing plain glasses, Fuji tilted his head and asked Tezuka: "What doesn't look like?"

Tezuka coughed, as if desperately enduring something.

Tezuka said in a deep voice, "I heard that the people who debuted recently are all eighteen or nineteen years old..."

"Tezuka Kunimitsu, try again?!" Fuji smiled, clenched his fists and cracked his knuckles.

Tezuka frowned and took Fuji's hand, forcefully separated his hands, disagreed and said: "Don't break the joint, it will be easy to dislocate after a long time."

Fuji let out a cry, and the temperature of Ren Tezuka's palm spread to his heart through the skin. Tezuka's hand had a layer of calluses from long-term gripping. Although it was rough, it was very warm when rubbed.

Fuji withdrew his hand, cleaned up his smile, opened the car door and walked down. Before closing the door, he put his hands on the door and bent down. The shirt on his body opened downwards in response to gravity, from the collarbone to the lower abdomen. The large scenery of the car was unreservedly shown to someone in the car.

With icy blue eyes behind the lenses, Fuji smiled at Tezuka, dimming all the neon lights in Kabukicho.

Silently said byebye with his lips, he closed the car door and walked towards the street where the bars converge.

Tezuka parked the car on the spot for a long time, and his long-standing figure disappeared as far as he could see.

Atobe started frantically calling Tezuka.

Tezuka didn't answer, he was silent in the car alone.

He suddenly felt a little regretful, he remembered that he had always indulged Fuer in the past, teased his companions, teased his opponents, anyway, he was not out of line, Tezuka had always protected his shortcomings.

It's just...he thought that the scene he had seen just now, thousands of people on this street, as well as ninjutsu, would all see it.

It was the first time Tezuka regretted it so much.

"Maybe there will be no more mischief, Fuji." Tezuka started the car and said to himself as he left Kabukicho.

Even if you don't know it at all.

The early summer wind in Tokyo in mid-May was blowing on the streets of Shinjuku. At night, it was still a bit cool. In fact, when Fuji got out of the car, he regretted it.

He tightened his neckline and hurried to the bar where Renzu was. Half an hour ago, a friend sent Renzu's coordinates to Buer's mobile phone, which saved him the trouble of searching for his family.

Walking sideways into a bar, the appearance of Fuji immediately attracted a lot of blurred eyes. He stood at the door and glanced around, then walked straight to the busiest table inside. Among the two young boys who looked like students, there were twenty cups of depth charges lined up on the wine table in front of them, and the one sitting opposite Ninzuzu, unexpectedly, was Eishiro Kite.

"Not two?!"

"Zhou Zhu?!"

Mu Shou and Ninzuzu were fighting for wine, obviously not crazy yet, they saw a stunning handsome man approaching from a distance, both of them were ready to move, but when they got closer, they found that it was Fuji Shusuke, the surprise immediately turned into surprise and joy fear.

"Ninzu, Yushi." Buer glanced at the "dissolute" Kansai coyotes with disgust, and only nodded casually at Mushou, exhausting his upbringing to gently let the children who accompanied the wine go first Leaving, Fu Er condescended, and said to Shinozu who was lying flat on the sofa: "Follow me."

"Hi." Ninzu hiccupped, "Do you want to take me to a better place? Which beauty's gentle town? Xingcun? Shiraishi? Or help yourself?"

"Tezuka Kunimitsu." Fuji read out the name, "Is it a beauty?"

Tsk tut twice, "I hate him."

Fuji couldn't help laughing, and leaned over to pat Ninzuzu's face, "Xiao Jing doesn't like Tezuka, don't you know?"

Shinobu blew a kiss to Fuji, "Of course I know, you like him."

Fu Er couldn't bear it any longer, he set up his entire forbearance and was about to go out.

But Mu Shou stopped them, and said with a smile: "No Er, this wine is already ordered, it would be a waste not to drink it."

Fuji replied coldly: "Drink it, I will give it to you for Yushi."

Mu Shou persisted: "We are fighting for wine, can you admit defeat on his behalf?"

Bu Er glanced at the two rows of wine glasses on the table. Renzu had already drank six glasses, but the wooden hand still had five glasses. No matter how you look at it, Renzu drank even more fiercely. As for the other empty beer cans scattered on the ground, no matter what. Two is too lazy to count.

"That's all, isn't it?" Fujican smiled even more tenderly than before, then picked up a cup of depth charge and poured it into his mouth immediately, one cup, two cups, three cups and four cups, in less than ten seconds, After drinking all four glasses of spirits, Buer stood there without blushing and heartbeat, lifted the Kansai wolf on his shoulder, and said indifferently: "You, take it easy."

Then walk away with forbearance.

"Hey Hey hey----"

Ignoring any sounds behind him, Fuji pulled Ninzu out of Kabukicho with all his heart.

The night wind blew up, the lights were feasting, the sleepless night in Shinjuku, Tokyo, Fuji Shusuke rarely said seriously to Shinozu.

"Yushi, you have worked with me a few times, come walk with me today."

Renzu pushed away Fuji's support, leaning on a telephone pole to enjoy the cool breeze blowing from Tokyo's bustling night, squinting his eyes to see Fuji: "Zhou Zhu, you don't often meddle in your own business."

Fuji shrugged his shoulders, and said with patience, "Isn't it because I'm afraid I'll delay Tezuka's book? It's absolutely impossible. Don't worry."

Buer looked directly at him without smiling.

"For Tezuka's sake, put your heart into this." Shinozu suddenly looked up to the sky and sighed, "I'm a little envious."

Bu Er suddenly shook his head.

"Ninzu Yushi." Buer sighed, "It's really not suitable for you to break up with Xiaojing, you two should be together for thousands of years, don't separate and harm other people..."

Renzu also smiled.

"Zhou Zhu." Ren Zu asked, "Are you drunk?"

Bu Er denied: "No."

"Then let me ask you." Renzu asked inscrutablely: "What is the most important thing you have given up in your life?"

Without hesitation: "Tennis."

"...Cut." He cut out with dissatisfaction, "I'm really not drunk."

"It's important, but I don't regret giving up." Fuji took a step back, turned around and looked up at the night sky. He knew that there were bright stars in the black silence, but Tokyo was so bright that even the moonlight was too bright. modesty.

"But I regret it..." Renzu murmured behind Fuji, "Because what I gave up was freedom."

Suddenly, Bu Er felt a blur in front of his eyes, and the feeling of chaos rushed to his head, making him almost untenable.

He took off the flat mirror on his face and carefully put it in his pocket, only to find that it didn't help, the world and the picture of Ninja were distorted together.

Probably the water waves from the four cups of depth charges finally flooded into my mind.

Fuji pulled Renzu, sat down at the end of the long stone steps, and said softly to him: "Tennis and freedom should never be compared together..."

The body became heavier and heavier, and all the memories of tennis began to turn into villains, dancing ballroom dances in my mind.

The past is sober with drunkenness.

He's stuck in a maze of memories.

Whisper to himself.

"Ne, Tezuka. I gave up tennis and it's all your fault..."

14 years ago.

Everyone was surprised the day Fuji decided to give up tennis. Everyone in the U17 Japanese team could not understand, after all, Fuji was so strong at that time.

In the semi-finals of the U17 World Cup, the Japanese team once again faced Germany. In the singles S2, Fuji played against Tezuka. In the game of more than two hours, Fuji evolved so fast that it was jaw-dropping. Junior and high school students including Yukimura Seiichi said that they are not the only opponents.

After the match, countless consortiums from Japan, Germany, the United States, Switzerland, and Australia issued invitations to Fuji to become a professional tennis player. They are willing to invest in the training of this young Japanese genius, because they believe that Fuji will be the future of the world tennis world. Miracle light.

However, Fuji rejected everyone's invitations and decided to withdraw from the U17 Japanese national team three days later.

Although, this event eventually indirectly led to Echizen Ryoma's re-transfer back to the Japanese team, and together with the Japanese team defeated the US team in the final of the U17 World Cup, winning the honor of being the world's number one.

But Buer's withdrawal still makes countless people feel sad.

Fuji has never talked about this matter with anyone, not Yukimura, not Atobe, not even his own sister, brother, parents.

Including Tezuka.

Only Buer knows.

Tennis is the most important thing in the first half of his journey in his 28-year-old life.

He even learned how to move forward and become a human being during the tennis practice time.

Before Tezuka Kunimitsu left the Japanese national team to go to Germany, he always used Tezuka as his beacon, Tezuka took a step forward, he followed one step, the genius enjoys all the fun of competition in this relationship, it doesn't matter Win or lose, just enjoy the heartbeat.

Then, Tezuka Kunimitsu left.

He is tough, and by refusing to become the only beacon, he asks the genius to establish a new beacon.

Cried, despaired, baptized, reborn.

Genius found a new road sign.

He wants to meet, a Fuji Zhousuke who has never seen before.

He has been working hard, insisting on training more diligently than everyone else, giving up the return tennis that he is best at, and becoming an all-around player with both offense and defense. He has mastered the wind, mastered the time, and finally mastered everything.

The U17 World Cup has been played round after round. The Japanese team has played one team after another. Germany, Greece, Australia...

Fuji plays again and again, only to discover an interesting and sad reality.

That Fuji Shusuke, whom Fuji Shusuke has never met, may be more mischievous than the genius himself.

He may, only wants to appear in front of Tezuka Kunimitsu.

So, it wasn't until the singles S2 of Japan vs. Germany in the semi-finals that Buer Zhousuke finally went against everyone.

He went all out, without reservation, and fought with Tezuka for two hours, chasing every ball and scoring every point. From the beginning to the end, he never gave up any ball, until the tiebreaker, and the score was 136. :136.

Although ultimately lost.

But Buer has already surpassed himself.

Then, the former Fuji Shusuke happily exited the stage, and the Fuji Shusuke whom Fuji had never met stayed behind and became himself.

For tennis, he has tried, using others as beacons, and he has also tried, using himself as a beacon.

After experiencing all these consummations, in the field of tennis, he is enough to lift weights like light.

Bu Er respects and loves tennis so much, so he left tennis.

Never regret it.

Tennis is not the only desire, but the only medal.

The medal hangs on his chest, shining brightly, so that every skill that Fuji has learned from now on, and every field he has set foot in, carries the hard work and tenacity he learned in tennis.

Yuan didn't need to talk to anyone, and he didn't need to explain to anyone.

This kind of pride cannot be confused with the self-righteous "freedom" that Ninzu Yushi said at this moment.

"Ninzuzu... Yushi."

Buer escaped from his own memory, enjoyed the refreshment from the night breeze for a while, put his hand on Shinzuzu's shoulder, and said with a smile, "Thank you for the wine."

"Hmm..." Kansai Wolf elongated the end of his voice, lazily.

"But no matter how delicious your wine is, it can't conceal your nature as a scumbag." Fuji was a little dizzy, and dropped his head to Shinozuzu's shoulder, resting it on the back of his hand.

"The freedom gained by giving up what you love can never be total freedom."

"Because you will lose the freedom to love him."

"Yuki Ninzu, you are so stupid."

"What kind of genius is the Ice Empress? You really have the guts to bear such a title. You don't deserve it, you don't deserve it!"

"Apologize quickly, I apologize like a real genius!"

"Hey, I told you, I apologize!"

"Apologize!"

"Hey……"

"Don't touch me..."

"Well……"

"Zzzzzzz..."

With a single accusation, Ninzu Yushi was messing around like a brown bear with fried hair. As a result, Ninzu was also very drunk, and Ninzu, who was scolded like a scumbag, turned into a bear, so the two brown bears were like this They tossed each other on the stone stairs, and finally fell asleep back to back.

It wasn't until a full hour later that Bu Er was numbly woken up by the vibration of the phone.

He found himself sleeping in a mess on the streets of Tokyo, and the ninja beside him looked like a dead pig.

Impressed by the excellent law and order in Tokyo, Fuji confirmed that his belongings were intact, then took out his mobile phone, blinked his eyes, and tried to see the caller ID on the screen clearly.

After seeing the result clearly, my head hurts a bit.

He tried to laugh, but it was a little difficult.

He picked up the phone, feeling guilty.

"Ne, Tezuka. For biography sake, can you come over and help me get a drunk home?"

In the next half month, Fuji obviously found that Tezuka was a little different.

This kind of difference is also very simple to sum up, it is just angry.

Although the interview and filming of the biography is still as usual, they often meet, answer each other's emails, and even have frequent conversations on communication software, but Tezuka has never said a word of nonsense, which is not too terrible, and Tezuka did not talk nonsense before.

But he has never agreed to any of Fuer's "super-class" requests. To put it bluntly, he will no longer condone Fuer's nonsense.

Fuji Zhousuke felt that this matter was extremely terrifying.

The genius thought about it for two days, and thought of the reason, so he scolded Atobe Keigo and Ninata Yushi about 740 times behind his back.

In the end, the genius decided to make up for it. He decided to ask Tezuka to climb the mountain.

After grinding for three days and spending more than a thousand words in the communication software (text message bombing), Tezuka finally agreed.

Tokyo is busy, and they really can't go far. The best place to go recently is obviously Mount Fuji.

So, at the beginning of June, the two agreed to climb Mount Fuji on a certain day in early July after the final deadline.

After finalizing it, Buer let out a long breath, and felt so relaxed that the more than [-]-word manuscript still owed in his hand was no longer the same thing.

Then, after working for a month, Fuji finally finished the draft on June 6th. Although it was still delayed for two days, the two days was not enough to kill Ninzu Yushi, at best it could only drive him crazy.

Fuji gave himself two days off, went back to his hometown to walk the dog for two days, went to Yukimura to watch a stage play written by Shiraishi, and went to Yokohama with Kikumaru just to eat a bowl of ramen that was said to be delicious. .

最终爬山的日子定在了7月4号，是个大好的晴天，天气预报说7月5日的凌晨能在富士山上看到日出的几率是98%。

I really like that day.

Tezuka specially spared two whole days for climbing the mountain without training. At first, he felt a little guilty. It was not until Tezuka showed him all the weight-bearing equipment that the coach asked Tezuka to wear on the Shinkansen that he realized that mountain climbing was for Tezuka. It's also training.

Tezuka’s coach set a route for them, which was the Gotembaguchi line with the fewest people, the longest time-consuming, and the fewest supply stations available for rest, and asked Tezuka to carry 10 kilograms of weight to complete 6 and a half within 7 and a half hours. hours of climbing.

Fuji complained endlessly about this, and called Tezuka's coach a devil.

Tezuka told him that he had won the 6 and a half hours because he was carrying an oil bottle called Fuji Shusuke.

Then Fuji changed his mind and called Tezuka and Tezuka's coach the devil.

At around 2 o'clock in the afternoon, the two arrived at the foot of Mount Fuji. At 8:[-] o'clock in the evening, Fuji collapsed in the mountain hut with seven joints and five spoons like a salted fish.

Even though Fuji has climbed countless mountains, he was tortured to death by this insane climbing speed. Tezuka on the side took off his weight, and his face was not very good-looking.

The seven-in-five-spoon sand store provided dinner for them. Tezuka couldn't eat in the public restaurant for fear of being recognized, so Fuji had to drag his bulky body to bring him the food to the room, like serving a Work like a king.

After rest until ten o'clock, the two must go to bed. The altitude of Qihewushao is about 3110 meters. They will have to get up at 1 o'clock tomorrow morning and continue to climb for 2 and a half hours to reach the highest peak, Jianfeng, to wait for the sunrise .

Due to the shortage of housing resources, the two shared the same room, but there was no time to have any ambiguous embarrassment, Tezuka and Fuji fell asleep quickly with thunder.

A few hours later, Tezuka woke Fuji from the bed, and they re-equipped their climbing gear and climbed to the top of the mountain.

While climbing, Fuji asked Tezuka if he would be lazy if he took off the weight on his feet and put his camera on his back.

Tezuka said, no.

I'm happy to say that's the way to go.

Tezuka paused, glanced quickly at the genius in front of him, and said, "The heavy equipment is only for you to hold."

Instantly, Fuji's face was as ugly as being swept by a tornado.

Fortunately, in the end they came to the top of the mountain without any accident.At this time, there is still some time before sunrise, and there are not many people waiting around the crater. The altitude of Jianfeng is more than 3700 meters, and the oxygen is thin. Many people will suffer from altitude sickness at this altitude.For the sake of Tezuka's body, Fuji is not allowed to wear a mask to prevent climbers from recognizing him.

"If you recognize it, let him ask for his autograph, as long as he dares."

Fuji smiled gloomily, sat down on the volcanic rock, and began to fiddle with the camera.

Tezuka sat next to him.

They remembered that all the main players of Qingxue Tennis Team once watched the sunrise together, so they raised the topic, and they chatted for a long time, Tezuka didn't talk much, but every sentence was extremely serious.

The sky is about to start to light up. During this period of time, Mount Fuji will be the most magical place in the world. Every 5 minutes, there will be a completely different view, from elegant to brilliant, beautiful.

They stood up and walked to the outermost edge of the crowd.

They stopped talking and waited in silence.

Suddenly Buer's cell phone rang, and he glanced at it, it was an email from India.

A little surprised, Bu Er clicked on the email and read it quickly.

"So it is, is this the case..."

Fuji murmured in a low voice, and was heard by Tezuka. He asked Fuji with his eyes, and Fuji put down his phone and looked into the distance.

"It was a friend from India who sent the conclusion of the last shark tracking."

The pale pink morning light gradually reflected on Fuji's face, he explained slowly.

"They found out that the original sea area of ​​this group of sharks was polluted by nuclear energy, and the sharks were forced to leave their homes. Coupled with the fishing of the surrounding fishermen, they once wandered in the sea and suffered heavy casualties. Later, they found a new place to feed. Interesting What is remarkable is that the domestic garbage left by humans on a small island attached to India attracted a school of fish, and then the sharks followed and followed in this area to prey on their own."

Bu Er chuckled, but didn't know what he was laughing at.

"Are you saying that human beings are very boring, always doing these self-contradictory things. To make money at the cost of destroying the environment, and then donate the money to charities, and charities fund environmental organizations to protect the ecology. People want What? It’s just self-comforting, this is obviously an endless loop.”

At this time, the sky in front of Mt. Fuji has been clearly divided into two worlds, half of which is dyed red by red clouds, but the sun has not yet risen. The sound of the shutter.

"It's a cycle, but not an endless loop."

Suddenly, Tezuka spoke in a deep voice.

"That is the only way for every civilization. Keep going forward and exploring, then collapse and collapse, go forward again, and then collapse..."

"Although there are corpses all over the place, it cannot be stopped."

"Because if you stop moving forward, all sacrifices are meaningless."

"Only after climbing the peak and seeing all the truths and scenery, can you probably know the only one who is not willing..."

"What time, who is it?"

"No two."

"Sunrise."

At that moment, under the golden light, the sun showed a sharp arc on the other side of the horizon, like a child shyly probing his head and greeting the world.

In an instant, the mountains were covered in brown, the water was dizzy into yellow, and the clouds were dyed red and blue, which looked as magnificent as the sea.

Fuji turned his head and saw the rising sun in Tezuka's eyes.

He decided to put down the camera and record this magnificence with his eyes and heart.

Then, he asked Tezuka with a smile.

"Ne, Tezuka. When did you become so talkative? Could it be, do you have someone you like?"