People in Tokyo, the world is clear

So much so that even Miss Qingshan, who was wasting her time working part-time, was familiar with it.

But now, when I think about it, I bite my lower lip for some reason.

Leading Lin Sen to stand under a tree on the university campus.

In midsummer, the tall trees are lush and green.

Yet there are still leaves falling in the wind, withering and falling to the ground:

"It's just... I'm thinking about something." She tilted her head back. "What if, I mean... that Hong Kong star named Mei knew from the beginning that Kondo had a girlfriend? Would she still be moved by his kissing confession?"

"."

"Would she still fall in love with a guy who obviously has a girlfriend and fly all the way to Japan?"

This is a difficult question to answer.

But in her peripheral vision, the young man next to her raised his head, as if he was looking at the same branch as her that was unable to protect its leaves.

"I think that for that lady, the final choice in reality is the original answer in your hypothesis." He lowered his voice, "She left, didn't she?"

"leave..."

Mumbling, Aoyama Xiazhi lowered his head and suddenly sighed, "That's right. I have no choice but to do this. Otherwise, not only will I get deeper and deeper into trouble, but I'll also hurt the equally innocent Nakamori-san... If this kind of thing drags on, there will definitely be no winner in the end."

"..."

"It seems like the only right choice....Ah!"

Then, the person who was drawing conclusions was suddenly patted on the shoulders by a young man who had come around behind him at some point.

"All right."

At this moment, his voice was firm and steady. It seemed that the confusion of the past few days had gradually dissipated because of the question and answer just now.

Something became clear—

He suddenly chuckled a few times, feeling relieved, but also with a hint of barely perceptible self-blame.

But it did not affect the subsequent actions and speeches at all.

"Don't get too involved in other people's affairs. Besides, your premise is wrong, you idiot."

"...?"

"From what I've seen, given the nature of Kondo, I'm afraid your hypothesis is simply impossible."

Lin Sen's tone was filled with disdain. "Apart from anything else, the truth is, before the whole thing went to waste, Kondo always claimed that he and his girlfriend had broken up... Across the sea in Hong Kong, there are many people who know the details of this matter."

"From the beginning to the end, he never truly respected either of the two women he had affairs with. He hid it from everyone, and the only person he cared about was himself."

By now, I probably understand the specific reason why a certain idiot is feeling depressed.

Maybe when I thought about this incident and combined it with my own current situation, I felt a little bit trapped in it?

Lin Sen understood Miss Xia Zhi's mentality in his heart - as she said, from her perspective, she might really have to consider the so-called "leaving".

He understood her feelings.

But, but, one thing that absolutely needs to be complained about is——

Could you please not just for no apparent reason——

I will not change my name when I walk or sit. I will shoulder my responsibilities and respond to requests. I will act uprightly and sit upright. I will be lenient when I confess. Lin Sen is here——

Substitute yourself into someone who is an abstract pervert who would not even give up the remains of his own mother who was stolen by the Yakuza in order to win a so-called career in the future by rigging votes and awards?

Although... Tsk! Sigh!

In other words, Lin Sen was really depressed.

Quite depressing.

Chapter 112: Mirage and Kiss

Memories always come flooding back like this sometimes - leading people back to the same season long ago.

The 24-year-old girl recalled that early summer afternoon many years ago.

At that time, I was wearing a simple school uniform and playing the guitar in the small room in the backyard of my house.

I felt dazed and dizzy in the suffocating heat and collapsed on the mat in the house to take a nap.

I don't know how long it was before I opened my eyes while my shoulders were shaken.

What came into view was a young man with a blurred face and an illusory body.

Dressed in white, clean and fresh, she squatted down, a healthy aura on her forehead seemed to come from afar.

Although I couldn't see his expression clearly, I seemed to be deeply aware that he seemed to be smiling.

他 说:

"You sing so beautifully. I've never heard such a beautiful voice."

He also said:

"You play guitar well, too."

He reached out his hand like a gentleman in a black-and-white movie, as if extending an invitation to the dazed girl.

So the girl shyly and firmly stretched out her right hand, about to place it in his warm palm——

And then--

She woke up from her dream.

My fingers touched the slightly cold guitar, brushing across the copper strings and wooden body.

When I look out at the green fields in the distance, I can vaguely see a figure in white, like a person in a dream who has not yet left.

So the girl got up and ran, stumbling along, half asleep and half awake.

It was not until I was out of breath and my shoes were covered in mud that I finally stood still on a newly paved asphalt road and realized that there was nothing there.

——Mirage, also known as mirage.

Yes, due to the reflection and refraction of light, illusory images appear in the air or on the ground.

Everything was just a playful little trick played by the sun and the summer heat on the innocent and confused girl's heart.

But the girl, who was at the age of beginning to fall in love, was depressed for several days because of this.

In the hot midnight of June, she always thought of the hazy shadow in her dream.

Would there be someone who would stand alone like that and praise her voice and singing with a smile?

Would anyone be brave enough to reach out to her, who has always been taciturn among her peers during her student days, and invite her to run towards the future together?

Such thoughts are hidden in the innocent heart of youth, buried so deep and hidden for so long.

Until that night a few days ago, the feeling of love suddenly appeared in my dream like a flower bud breaking through the soil.

I am old.

The boy in my dreams when I was young has also grown up.

When she took off her school uniform and dressed up as an adult, she also changed into formal yet light summer clothes.

Hold her tightly with the hand that she had not held many years ago.

Time has passed and many years have passed.

The posture changed from facing each other to facing each other together.

It is still the same thing that is being said;

"She has a great voice. She plays and sings beautifully. I want to run into the future with her."

The old dream that had been there for a long time was given new color at that moment.

The face that was once extremely blurry now looks clear.

And that faint but sincere smile is still there.

So, the girl, now an adult, couldn't help but turn around and hug him——

And then--

She woke up again.

On a sultry July midnight, in a bedroom devoid of coolness.

What she hugged tightly was the cool guitar.

Just like the mirage of youth.

It seems as if the spirit of summer is still playing tricks on us. Across time and space, fate is tied together.

But the loss of youth turned into pain in adulthood.

Perhaps, it is because the invisible and intangible figure now has a clear face and a name.

he--

The heart belongs to someone.

But it wasn't her.

Is she too greedy?

She should have been happy—for the new bud of her dream, the flower that would blossom. She should have been grateful and thankful, smiling at him with a frank and clear heart.

However, the feeling of missing out while being watched is more unbearable than the annoying heat of summer.

Is she too ungrateful?

At the beginning, I was so happy to meet you.

However, what might happen in the future makes the things we have experienced together seem so sad.

To the extent that even those memories that make people feel happy seem to be slightly painful.

Under the sour and bitter torture, I couldn't help but turn around and subconsciously complain.

To him, and to myself.

Why do you treat me so well? Trust me unconditionally, run for me, and give for me.

But...the girl that I like in my heart, the one that I am determined to spend my life with, is not me.

Why am I so out of control again?

He clearly knew all of this and had the opportunity to wake up and leave, but he allowed himself to sink deeper and deeper.

Suddenly, a sense of unwillingness spread.

Throwing a boomerang of not marrying or loving someone only to end up hitting him back.

She felt guilty for not being able to muster up the courage to speak her mind - even then, she was complacent and thought it was the right approach.

If I had freely admitted my true feelings when he asked me, would...

...

But, there is no if.

Ito is a very good girl. I've realized this since we met.

It is she who should give up and "leave".

She couldn't hurt anyone - even though she liked him.

Still can't suppress that feeling.

However, this strange relationship must end. Otherwise, she will definitely do something uncontrollably.

You must gradually put on a perfect and never sad mask for yourself.

Slowly peel off his shadow from your mind.

Try to hide your vulnerability and sadness.

From now on, there should only be friendship and gratitude between Qingshan Xiazhi and Xiaolin Sen. No other feelings should exist.

This is what Ben had decided.