Mi Xia [Net King]

Hirano Bixiang had a dream.

Seven years ago, the place where he was dazedly intruded into, the bustling stadium full of people, the screams and cheers of the stadium were surging like mountains and seas, the sun was shining high above the head, and the center of people's vision, that boy was more dazzling than the sun, with one fell swoop Every movement is exciting, and every sound is shocking. The crowd cheers and encourages, and the enthusiasm is extremely presumptuous.

Standing on the sidelines, she watched the light shoot into her chest, penetrate her soul, and force those painful shadows to have no place to hide. In her dream, she felt the bulging atrium, that flower full of thick pulp. Trembling and blooming in a flourishing posture.

She woke up for a long time before realizing that she was laughing.

It's so beautiful, it's so beautiful that I can't help but laugh when I dream.At that time, the young child thought she was the one who saved him, but in fact he was the one who saved her. Was it because of such an inexplicable fate that he came to her?

She was full of thoughts about planting some roses herself.There are too many roses in the yard, and the soft branches and twining vines are too delicate, so plant some roses with hard thorns, bright red, and form a small garden.Like, like that teenager.

It rained the next morning.Hirano Bixiang made milk tea, took out the mold and prepared the ingredients, sat in the dining room and slowly made the Black Forest cake.The cherries are very fresh at this time, and the cherry brandy in the wine cabinet is at its best taste. It happened that I was free and had nothing to do, so I found a way to pass the time.

Arranging flowers, tasting tea, reading a book in the afternoon, and making a cake in the kitchen all day, she always has great patience to spend on these seemingly insignificant things.There are too few things to pay attention to in life, and the pace of life is so slow that others find it boring, but maybe she just likes to enjoy her own space in such a quiet and leisurely way.

Sometimes I would look up and see that the young man was sitting in the living room, very close to the floor-to-ceiling windows. The raindrops fell on the steps, splashed on the glass, and flowed down. Those flower branches swayed in a moving arc, reflecting the young figure on the window. It is so beautiful that it can make people's heart beat.

Hirano Bixiang was smiling like this, thinking happily alone, but she didn't know that the young man in front of the window was looking at the side of the TV, raised her head, and would glance at this side from time to time. Her busy figure was more beautiful than the most beautiful The paintings are even more amazing.

—Exactly the same as that forgotten memory.

She was a real thing in his life.

Brighter and more profound than the brightest rose, just looking at her, I feel that the most beautiful scene in the world has been read by me, this feeling is too shocking, as long as I think that this memory will always have a deadline Forget it, and there will be an inexplicable feeling in my heart.Pity?No, it's obviously very complete, but I just feel...it's a pity.

I am so lucky to have met you.

It's a pity I'm leaving.

Hirano Bixiang put the finished cake embryo into the refrigerator, thinking about cutting it up and serving it with cream for afternoon tea, then tidy up the kitchen and start preparing lunch.The quality of the dry-aged steak is very good. It is enough to fry until it is half-ripe. It is mixed with some pasta and served with creamed spinach and French fries.Then open the wine cabinet to pick red wine.

Her craftsmanship can only be said to be reluctant, but if the degree of delicacy is determined by hard work, then it should be a perfect score.

By the time we ate lunch, it had stopped raining outside.After lunch, the rainwater on the ground was almost harvested.Entering summer, the weather is much drier, and this rain has only done a little moistening.

The sun smiled after the clouds that had thinned out a lot, so bright that it was almost dazzling.After Hirano Bixiang finished washing the dishes, she saw the boy standing under the eaves looking up at the sky.

"Do you want to go out?" She smiled.

The boy looked back at her and nodded slightly.

He went out for a stroll with his tennis racket on his back.

Sitting on the table in the restaurant, Hirano Bixiang slowly cut the cake into three pieces and began to whip the fresh cream.The cherries have been cut and the wine has been soaked for a long enough time, and the taste is just right.The cream is spread on the cake embryo layer by layer, and it is carefully carved as if it is treating a work of art.Arrange the shape and use a knife to spread chocolate chips on the surface, and finally use cherries and pink cream to make rose decorations.

After making it, I stared at the cake and admired it for a while, smiled and stuffed it into the refrigerator to refrigerate.Get up and pack the molds, then take out some low-gluten flour and eggs and start baking salty finger cakes.

By the time she finished chopping the fruit slowly and making the platter, the people who had gone out for a walk came back.

The floor-to-ceiling windows are opened, and the lazy sunlight shines in, penetrating through the fine dust in the air, like a suspended aperture.At any rate, it had been raining, the dryness was not obvious, and the temperature was suitable. She spread bamboo mats and futons on the ground, placed a low table, put the cut cakes and other things on the table, and the two began to drink afternoon tea.

Hirano Bixiang listened to him tell the story of the tennis club, the ice emperor's school festival, and what he knew about the Youth Academy and the High School Attached to Lihai University.

There are so many things to talk about.Everything he said could make her feel novel, joyful, and full of desire for knowledge.In the long years from the age of seven to 16, so many impressive stories happened, his life that she didn't know.

——"Why are you looking at me like that?" Hirano Bixiang asked curiously.

The boy sat cross-legged across from him, sweating, so he had already showered and changed, and now he was only wearing a very simple T-shirt and shorts.But that face is too dazzling, no matter how simple the clothes are, it can't conceal the brilliance.He was so beautiful that he seemed to be shining.

"I just feel...it's a pity." The boy said, "Last year, the National Convention."

"Ah," it took Hirano Bixiang a long time to understand what he was sorry for, she was stunned for a moment, and then smiled, "It can be regarded as an encounter that is destined to be missed."

Just think that they once had a chance to meet each other. At that grand meeting, the little Hirano Bixiang sat in the stands, saw him, and watched all the games she watched, but they didn't know each other. You will feel the trick of fate.

I met you when I was young, but I don't remember you.You saw me when you were young, but we never met at that time.

Time and space are such wonderful things, she is hidden in such an obscure place in his memory, turning into an unopenable treasure box, but is there a period of time when he can remember her?recognize her?Can they meet?Can he not approach her, even just look at her from a distance?And give each other a smile?

It's a pity that if he leaves here, he will lose this memory again.

"Don't worry, I remember you." Hirano Bixiang said softly.

It's not that you don't remember, it doesn't exist.

Then the boy started laughing.

Asked what he was laughing at, he said, I suddenly remembered that I had read your book.

He is good at all subjects, and his favorite should be classical literature, and he has a certain preference for linguistics that he can't explain clearly, especially German, Greek and English.

Speaking of which, is there her influence?

He forgets her in this time and space, forgets everything he experienced here, but there is always something—but just as all this is real, the things he experienced are also reflected in him—the things she brought to him The influence, having experienced the chaotic time and space, still exists vividly.

Is fate creating intersections in this way?

"Really," Hirano Bixiang was really happy, "Which one is it?"

They started chatting about poetry collections, operas, Oscar Wilde, Nietzsche, and "Madame Butterfly"... There are too many things to talk about, but more often, holding a cup of tea and squinting quietly let the sun float In the air, flowing back and forth on the cheeks, everyone felt very happy.

There is such a person in the world, she and you are connected, you have common interests, similar aesthetics, and a magical feeling of being able to understand each other's emotions and thoughts, because that is a completely different individual from you , so you will feel that it is incredible, so every moment by her side is extremely beautiful.

When the dusk spiraled down from the west and disappeared, and the night had just enveloped the land, the two of them who finished dinner, like the distant past or short yesterday, began to walk along the streets full of summer flowers in the residential area to digest food.

Hirano Bixiang kept laughing.Everyone around him felt a little uncomfortable.

He knew why she was laughing.For her, maybe the person who walked by holding hands not long ago was still an ignorant and immature child, but now standing beside her is a boy who is taller than her. Even if such a setting can be easily accepted, the confusion in her heart The feeling is still there.

"However, the feeling is still the same." Hirano Bixiang said.

She turned her head to look at him, the corners of her eyes were raised slightly, which brought a hazy look to her already clear eyes, she stretched out her hand to measure the height of her waist, looked at him, and then began to smile again: "It's all about you." ah."

The young man turned his eyes away from the road and ignored her. The scent of flowers in the air carried the unique warmth and sweetness of summer, and he responded softly after a long time: "En."

——Only you have never changed.

You staying here is still the way I remember it. I know this is unintentional, an accident of fate, and it cannot be compared with everything that has been washed away beyond recognition in the torrent of time, but as long as you are simply aware of your existence, you will It made me feel very comforted.

You are so important.