[Fortunately two] about ten years

Unknown cemetery in Tokyo, Japan

Yukimura can be sure that he has been here before, and he is also sure that this is a dream, but now this dream actually gave him a great sense of reality.

Dreams come from the heart, he is not a Catholic, but the tombs here are all cross tombstones.There are gray cross tombstones everywhere, the writing on them is mottled and unclear, the gray spreads to the horizon to meet the gray sky, and looking up is the moon hidden in the clouds.Other than that, there is nothing, no other people, no animals or plants, everything is dusty but not dilapidated but has a sense of solemnity, like, like a great mausoleum of a king.

But where is there such a large cemetery in Tokyo, even if there is, it will not be a Catholic cemetery.

"Ahem..." Yukimura cleared his throat, fortunately he could hear his own voice, otherwise he would really go crazy in this absolutely silent world.

"It's really a dream. It is said that if you dream, you won't feel pain..." Yukimura pinched his left arm with his right hand while talking to himself.

"It doesn't hurt!"

"Well, it doesn't hurt..." Yukimura followed the voice, and then remembered something and his heart almost stopped. Is there anyone else here? Or... a ghost?

Yukimura looked around vigilantly and made a defensive posture.The cemetery is still the same cemetery, and there are no other people or ghosts.

"You can't see me," the voice reappeared, the solemn and majestic voice came from the sky, with the coldness that was fished out of the ice cellar, "You can't see me, because I'm dead. "The voice repeated, speaking creepy words in an extremely serious tone.

"Are you... a ghost?" Yukimura asked tentatively, not because he was not afraid, but because he remembered that this was his dream and there was nothing to be afraid of.

"...not" Suspicious pause.

"Why did you appear in my dream, or why did I dream of you?" Probably because it was too quiet here, so quiet that only the voices of two people were transmitting sound waves, so Yukimura made a rare chatter, giving air The sound waves in increase the workload.

"Human beings say that they think day by day and dream at night. Could it be that you miss me?" That person seemed to want to add some workload to Yinbo, and joked and said some nonsense.

"..." Was he being molested?Before Yukimura could prepare a counterattack, that person's voice came again.

"Of course you don't think of me...because..." the voice was cut off deliberately, as if the actor suddenly changed to another voice artist, "...you like me!" The tone of the second half of the cut was elongated, With a hint of coquettishness, the soft and clear juvenile voice seems to have the taste of mint ice cream in summer.

"Jingshi~ Don't you like me?"

The voice reappeared, and Yukimura was dazed for a moment. He had never heard Fuji speak to him in such a tone, gentle and charming, and the conversation was extremely charming.

"It's so sad! Doesn't Jingshi like me? I... like Jingshi very much~~" The voice complained softly, coquettishly and touchingly, shyly and boldly confessing.

Countless times, Yukimura has thought this way, one day Fuji will fall in love with himself, love to death.Waking up one morning, the boy stood by the window and turned his head with a gentle smile. The breeze lifted his soft chestnut hair, and the sun sprinkled gentle gold on his body. He said, Jingshi, I like you~

If this is a dream, let me dream a little longer.

"Your expression tells me that you like me too~" "Fuer"'s tone became cheerful, as if he had discovered something interesting. "No, Seiichi's liking is very strong! This should... be called love, right?"

"Love is a desire to possess. It turns out that Jingshi has always wanted to possess me, should I say, monopolize me?" The voice continued to mutter on its own, regardless of whether it responded or not.

"I can feel Jingshi's liking, which is much stronger than love. Do you really want to lock me up in a house and chain me up, so that I won't see the light of day, and it belongs only to you~"

"Fuji Shusuke who only belongs to Yukimura Seichi... Do you want it?"

God, this world is going crazy! No matter how much you say you like him, Fujisuke is actually seducing him. The probability of this kind of thing happening is less than that of sparks hitting the earth!

Yukimura scratched his head at a loss, his mind was muddled and he didn't know what to say, his mind was full of that person's voice, it only belonged to Yukimura Seiki's Fuji Shusuke... the doll hidden in his home, don't let anyone people see...

"It feels like a great idea!" Yukimura raised his head to look at the dusty sky and said, "If Shusuke thinks so, I'd be happy to hide Zhousuke so only I can see it."

"I...of course I am happy~"

"But you are not Zhou Zhu, how can you answer for him." Hearing the voice of the boy who answered, he became more relaxed and happy, "You are tempting me so much, you don't want to use me to do some bad things!"

"Where can it be!" The voice returned to the uncle's tone at the beginning, "What do you have that I can use?"

"No? Then why do I appear here, don't I need to sell my soul?"

"Young man, you must have watched too much One Thousand and One Nights! You are here because..." The voice stopped abruptly, and then he laughed heartily as if thinking of something. I was tricked by you again."

"I've been spotted!" But why did he call himself a slick, anyway, there was nothing to do here, so Yukimura simply found a clean stone and sat down, assuming he would talk all night long.

"Hey! Young man, although I can't tell you the reason, I won't harm you, and I can also help you get that assistant, how about making him willing to be your prisoner?"

"But I don't need him to be my prisoner. Can you make him like me?"

"This difficulty is a bit high. You know the human heart is the most difficult to control. I can make him marry you and make you grow old forever. If you just want to have fun, you can also let him put you in various poses on the bed... ..."

"Shut up, you!" Yukimura suddenly threw a small stone into the distance.

"It's so fierce..." The voice was a little weaker, as if he curled his lips in displeasure and continued, "Don't be unhappy, you can't force things like feelings, even if I help you, it won't last long, why don't you just listen I'll find a place to lock him up, and let him call your husband and honey and say how many times he likes and loves, it doesn't matter."

"I don't need you to help me. I will get what I want, including my feelings."

"Young people are still too impulsive, don't refuse so quickly in case you need one day..."

"There won't be such a day." The young man lowered his eyebrows and spoke in a very soft voice, regardless of whether the person could hear him, he was boringly drawing on the ground with small stones.

"Then why don't you listen to my conditions? After you're done, I can satisfy you with anything you want except emotions, such as manipulating people's lives and destroying a country. Oh, you like playing tennis, right? The Four Grand Slams are fine, and the number one in the entire network can be achieved.”

"I don't want to hear it," Yukimura shook his head, "I don't want anyone to die, and no one needs me to save it, and I don't want to destroy a country. As for the tennis you said, I will get what I want, no I need you to worry."

"Listen, there are so many accidents in life, just in case you need it someday!" The voice paused, and then continued, "Have you seen this huge cemetery? What do you think it lacks?"

"I don't know." Yukimura rolled his eyes and continued drawing in boredom.

"Well, let me tell you, it lacks a gravekeeper. You know the gravekeeper. Originally, there was a very powerful gravekeeper in this cemetery. That person was the former servant of the owner of the cemetery, but several I don’t know what happened ten years ago, that servant suddenly ran away, the tomb is incomplete without a tomb keeper, so we need your help to find this tomb keeper, how about it is very simple!”

"I refuse!" Yukimura curled his lips, even if it was a dream, he couldn't be fooled into agreeing to some weird and messy things.

"It's useless, from the moment you heard my voice, it was assumed that you agreed..."

The voice from the sky is still talking about something, the gray sky connects to the gray earth, and a pair of golden pupils gradually wake up in the gray world.

"Yukimura, Yukimura! Wake up, it's ten o'clock..." Fuji shouted incoherently while rushing into the bathroom to take a shower.

God knows, he just wanted to be a little late with Yukimura and break the rules and then be sent to the Mifune coach in the back mountain... He really didn't want to drag Yukimura to skip training together!Who knew that he would sleep all morning and skip the training in the morning.

Originally, the plan was good yesterday, playing a game with Yukimura was a matter of course, "too tired to get up", and I will hold Yukimura in the morning to prevent him from leaving him to train alone, and then get up to train when the time is up. You can be evicted for being late.He even thought out the reasoning to hold Yukimura back, so if he acts cute and coquettish one by one, he won't be afraid that he won't be able to hold back Yukimura Seiichi to be late with him! Who knows that the plan can't keep up with the changes, and it has become like this.

Thinking of the voluptuous and explicit sex dream I had last night, I can't wait to splash cold water on my head.The key is that the protagonist of Harumeng is still his good friend and minister Yukimura Seiichi who is sleeping soundly on the upper bunk. Yuyu looked at himself shyly, this...what the hell is this!Fu Er became angry and pointed the shower in his hand at the mirror, which was like a squirt.

Yukimura was still awake when he walked out of the bathroom, and Fuji frowned and walked over worriedly, shaking Yukimura's shoulders while shouting, "Wake up Seiichi, huh? Wake up..." People who obviously don't usually sleep late How can I sleep so much today? Is it sick?

"Hmm... Zhou Zhu?" Yukimura finally opened his eyes, the glare of the sun made him have a bad idea, "What time is it?"

"It's 10:30, I think we might be kicked out of this training camp." Bu Er Ku laughed, as if we would really be kicked out.

"It's okay, I'll take care of you." Yukimura said naturally while changing clothes quickly.

Is there any logic behind this...No, what should I do if I suddenly feel being teased? Fuji licked his dry lips and suddenly remembered the shy erotic dream last night.

The U17 training camp is a place where news explodes. For example, on the first day of the training camp, the little prince from Qingxue and the little prince from Sitianbao Temple both left the camp. Is your doubles combination facing a breakup crisis? In short, U17 is a place suitable for gossip.

Then, on the second morning of the U17, the most conscientious, strict and domineering minister of Lihai University, Seiichi Yukimura, took his teammates to escape training.

"Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha who has never seen the minister and senior Fuji in such a mess..." Kirihara laughed heartlessly, and then closed his mouth after receiving two slaps from the minister and senior.

"I woke up earlier, so I didn't call you..." Baishi looked at the two new roommates apologetically, "I'm sorry, I should have called you if I knew you would oversleep."

"It's our own fault..." Buer shrinks his head guiltily.

"It's really not gorgeous, Yukimura, Fuji!" Atobe strode over, shook his head and looked at the two with disgust, "It's actually like... like that!" Well-trained He still refrained from saying that less gorgeous word.

"Yukimura Seiichi, Fujisuke lost his U17 training qualification due to escaping training, you all pack your bags and leave here immediately!"

"Hey——" everyone made an unbelievable voice, "No way, it's just late..." "The coaches are too much!" All kinds of voices like this one after another.

"It's okay, it's okay, goodbye, everyone." Yukimura waved his hand to signal everyone to be quiet, and then left the playground with Fuji.

Not much to pack, boy!Most people came with just a tennis bag and a change of clothes.

"Wait, let Shiraishi take care of this flower here, as well as my cactus." Fuji took the daisy from Yukimura and put it on the window sill again. In addition, there are more trainings in Houshan, so there should be no time to take care of them.

"Well, then pack it up and let's go."

When the two walked to the gate, the bus was already waiting for them. It was already winter and the air was bitterly chilled. I didn't feel anything during training, but it was a bit cold even when I was walking.

"What's the matter? Are you reluctant?"

"No." Fuji shook his head. It was also cold at that time, and there was still light snow in the sky. He didn't see Tezuka off when he went to Germany.This time, if I leave first, I will have to fight Tezuka again in the match between Germany and Japan.The two who used to be teammates wanted to play a game, but they procrastinated to the point where they wanted to play a world-class game, and they couldn't help laughing.

"Is it cold?" Yukimura asked, and then took his hand naturally, "It seems to be cold, hands are so cold."

"No... not cold" Buer shook his head, the gentle touch from palm to palm made him think of something, and his face turned red instantly like a prawn. The dream last night... was really a bit shameful.The familiar temperature, the friction between the skins, all these are so real that they almost merge with some scenes in the dream.

With the air conditioner turned on in the car, the temperature gradually increased, and Bu Er felt drowsy in the warm air.

He woke up almost the moment the car stopped, which is actually a super power.Fuji returned the coat covering his body to Yukimura, and then the two got out of the car together.

"Did you see the mountain in front of you? That's where you should go. I'll go first and bye..." The driver sat in the car and gestured, then stepped on the accelerator before they could react, and drove away in a hurry. All that was left was a pile of pungent car exhaust and the two middle school students looking at each other.