Mi Xia [Net King]

"What... mean?" Hirano Bixiang looked at him in a daze.

The Keigo Atobe I saw.

...the Keigo Atobe I know.

She was dumbfounded, as if she wanted to understand something, but she felt that it shouldn't be like this.speechless.

Maybe even she herself didn't know that when she was anxious, those dark amber pupils would be lighter, as clear as a melting gem, obviously condensing so many emotions and thoughts, but able to express It has to be so clear.

But he didn't speak either.

He just looked at her so quietly.There was no expression on his face, his dark blue eyes were half covered by long eyelashes, and thick shadows were reflected in the pupils, like a sky covered with large clouds.

"I want to be what you like. I don't know why, when I stand in front of you, I can't help thinking that you like me more, that you can put your eyes on me, more." After a long time, he lowered his Low said, with a smile, "Like, the child who unexpectedly appeared in front of you that year."

During the month he wandered in this time and space, she was really the only meaning of his life.

Atobe Keigo said: "You like quietness, so I will become quieter. You like the appearance of a gentle and beautiful life, so I will fade away and become silent and round... Fragrant, but I shouldn't be Such."

Yes, he shouldn't be like this.

Hirano Bixiang nodded in a daze, slowly.

The fingers were churned together tightly, and the mood was instantly chaotic.

How many years ago, how many years ago?Why can't she remember all of a sudden?

At the other end of the court, she saw the young man at the end of people's vision, proud, flamboyant, and arrogant.Just looking at you, you can't help but bow down and be awed by the aura, just standing still, you will make people blush, ears and heart jumping charm, as gorgeous and cold as roses, and as sharp as thorns.

Sitting in such a dark corner, she looked at that figure from a distance, as if looking at the overwhelming sunshine that could not belong to her.

Yeah.He shouldn't be her rose, he should be a rose in another time and space that she can't touch.

"Why... is this so?" Hirano Bixiang asked.

But he laughed, that kind of flamboyant and bright rose-like smile, with a lazy voice: "Take me to a movie?"

"Then, I'll tell you the answer."

The sudden jump in thinking kept Hirano Bixiang from returning to her senses for a long time. Her expression was bewildered, and her thoughts were obviously still confused, but her head was already obediently nodded, and she said softly: "Well...then go to eat first."

She also vaguely remembered that it was very late now.Playing a ball, practicing serving with myself, it turned out that the afternoon has entered the night in a blink of an eye.Hirano Bixiang couldn't help turning her head to take a look.

"What's wrong?" The boy paused.

"Aren't you tired?"

"Tired," he said, "but very refreshing."

After dinner, I went to the cinema. There were no good movies, so I just picked one at random.It was probably a literary film, the color tone was very yellow, stayed in an empty theater until midnight, the screen was out of focus, and Hirano Bixiang, who had no memory of what she was acting in, got up in a daze, and went out with the people around her.

The teenager looked back at her, thought for a while, stretched out his hand, and spread it out.

Hirano Bixiang blinked, stretched out her hand, and reached for it.

Holding hands, they walked all the way in silence.Hirano Bixiang was even more cranky, obviously he said he wanted to tell me the answer, but he didn't speak, how could she ask? ...he said what he wanted to tell me.

Then, without knowing it, he walked to the door of the house.

The light from the street lamps was white but weak, and the ground was covered with vague shadows.The young man watched the vines climb up to the iron fence and spread out the roses, red, pink and white, and there were big clumps. He didn't take another step, so she stood beside him and watched with him.

"Calm down?" the boy asked.

Hirano Bixiang didn't know what to say at all.

So the boy laughed: "Okay, I'm the one who calmed down."

He was silent for a while.

"I know it's not a dream, but many times... I just thought it was a good dream." He took this sentence as his opening remarks.

"So?" Hirano Bixiang asked softly.

"Perhaps it is difficult for you to imagine everything that happened to me, because I have experienced the displacement of time and space, because I am an existence that should not appear in this time and space—I met you when I was about to die, twice, Xiang, you I don't even know what you mean to me."

"When I was 7 years old, I met you for the first time and then forgot you. When I was 16 years old, I met you again - those memories that were separated and forcibly restored, if I had to use one word to describe them, it might be shocking. Even if I behaved No matter how calm I am, my heart is still in turmoil. I can't control my performance, because you are so important, as long as I think about it, there are too few things I can leave... Even if I watch myself as a different person , I feel that it is not something that needs attention.”

What made him worry about him was actually never his own appearance.

Hirano Bixiang stared at him, and then slowly asked: "Why do you say that there are too few things left?"

"Probably," he said flatly, "I might give up tennis."

Hirano Bixiang suddenly opened her eyes wide.

The young Keigo Atobe experienced a near-death kidnapping before finding the right way to get along with his parents.He has friends in Bingdi, he has something he is obsessed with, and he has a goal he desperately wants to get.I worked very hard to get to the top, and then my father said, Jing Wu, you have to learn to choose.

No matter how proud and conceited, reason still occupies the vast majority of will.After all, he made a choice in obedience to his father's will.

"I thought I had made the right decision, but it turned out that those unwillingnesses had not disappeared, but were buried deep in my heart like a time-bomb, waiting for an opportunity to explode at any time."

Hirano Bixiang seemed to understand, she said after a long silence: "So, you call this self-willed?"

"I thought so...until that car accident that stopped abruptly."

The young man smiled slightly: "I appeared in this world again, and I met you."

Then I realized that everything outside of your existence is nothing.

Hirano Bixiang raised her head blankly.

"You may not understand what I'm talking about. But you feel all my emotions, the indescribable pain and agitation...you understand," he said, "Sylvia Plath. I don't I deliberately took out that collection of poems, but I chose it... The tragic things you said actually appeared in my body, and I saw them directly through the poems."

He said: "The more irritable I am, the more I feel that every day with you in this time and space is so beautiful that I covet it."

"The more you are greedy, the more you think about it, I will always go. One day, I will forget you again."

But he is going, he is going to leave this time and space.

He broke into this place again, and when he saw Bixiang Hirano, he realized that he could be like this, and then he realized that he would also have someone he liked like this. In front of her, all the struggles he had struggled with seemed so Small.

He couldn't help but want to respond to all her expectations.I can't help but want to make her pay more attention.

But he is leaving.He still has to make a choice to leave here.

For him, all of this will be nothingness like a dream after all.However, if she stays here, she will always remember Keigo Atobe and the anxiety and pain he brought.

As long as he thinks of such a possibility, he will be even more sad.

There are too few emotions she can give, and when an unexpected Keigo Atobe appeared, she tied all her emotions to him.If he is happy, she will be happy, and if he is unhappy, she will be unhappy.

Giving can be seen.The more she poured into him, the more he felt unable to repay him. As long as he thought that he would leave, he would even feel restless.

He was so vaguely aware of his meaning to Bixiang Hirano that he realized how his childish emotions had hurt her.

So you see, it is not you who are wrong, but me.

"Please don't be unhappy." The boy repeated it the fourth time in a low voice and slowly.

Hirano Bixiang stood quietly for a long time, and then said softly: "Then, have you changed your mind now?"

"Yeah." He responded, then laughed, "I like tennis."

Keigo Atobe likes tennis.

Smiling vigorously and proudly: "I like everyone in the tennis club."

Keigo Atobe, likes his teammates in the tennis club.

He raised his chin high, and his sharp eyes showed the confidence to look at the world: "I want to lead my companions to the highest point!"

Keigo Atobe wants to lead everyone to the top of the national convention.

Yes, there is always a choice to be made, but it hasn't reached the point where he needs to fight to the death.The unknowable power of time and space saved him twice from the hands of fate, so he should forgive any choices he made.It is impossible for him to give up his companions, it is impossible to give up his goal, even if there is only a chance in front of him, he will seriously fight for it-because Keigo Atobe is such a greedy person!

He wants more persistent things to stay in this time and space that he cannot touch. After all, he can only base himself on reality.

Hirano Bixiang finally smiled slightly.

"It would be too sad if people learn to cherish only by losing their talents."

She said softly: "When you still have it, you have to learn to protect it with all your strength. Tell them what you want, what you can give, and try your best... When you really feel that you have nothing , even if you regret it, you won’t regret it because of yourself.”

Me, I just can't keep it.

It's just that I can't keep it.

The rose seedlings have sprouted.

Hirano Bixiang squatted beside the big shallow basin, observing those little green seedlings.

When three or four new leaves grow, you can move the pot. I chose a bright red variety, and I look forward to it.

Sometimes when I see a boy, I will be dazed for a few seconds, and then smile.It's still the past reaction, the past mentality, it seems difficult for her to be changed by other things.Even at the beginning, when my mind was full of curiosity, I was still able to smile cleanly and ignorantly, and entrusted complete trust.

This person is Keigo Atobe, no matter what he looks like, he is still him, the child who accidentally fell into her yard back then, the boy she picked up from the side of the road, and the boy she met across the stadium that year proud figure.

Every he in her memory is him.the real him.So...nothing.

The boy sat on the porch quietly watching her tend the flowers and plants.

White T-shirt, linen trousers, with a book on his lap, with a lazy and focused expression.

This picture kept appearing in her mind for many days afterwards, until it made her feel like she was hallucinating.

In the early morning of that day, he went out to exercise with a tennis bag on his back, and Hirano Bixiang waited for him to come back for breakfast, and then waited until noon, until the afternoon.

She was so anxious that she changed her clothes and took an umbrella to go out, but she didn't find him. She stood blankly on the side of the road where she met him again for a long time, sweat dripped down her cheeks, her heart beat hard like a tennis ball. On the ground, the whole body was so hot that it seemed to be melting, and then the voice in her heart slowly told her that he was gone.

It was time for him to go again.

Hirano Bixiang returned home and sat in the living room for a long time until late at night.

The room was so quiet that she couldn't even hear her own breathing. She regained her senses, got up and went upstairs, and opened the door of the guest room.

Pressing on the light, a sudden light flooded into her field of vision, causing her to squint her eyes for several seconds before gradually seeing things clearly.The room is neat and clean, and the hydroponic flower arrangements in the porcelain pots on the table are still in full bloom.

She stood hesitantly at the door for a long time.

Will he come again?

She pursed her lips and wanted to close the door, but realized that she unintentionally swept some messy papers on the desk.After hesitating for a moment, he still stepped forward to tidy up.

A few sheets of paper were meticulously pasted up with a waterproof oil film, with overlapping creases and even fine wrinkles, as if they were hidden somewhere before they were found out and flattened.

Her name was written all over the paper.

Hirano Bixiang.Hirano Bixiang.Hirano Bixiang.Hirano Bixiang.Hirano Bixiang. ...

She stood there, feeling cold for a moment when she wanted to understand.It seemed as cold as being splashed with a basin of water on the head in a world of ice and snow.

My heart was pounding, and then I pressed my hands on those papers, trying hard to cover those names, and felt that my heart really hurt.

He wanted to take it away.Want to remember her.

I don't know when I will leave, so I keep the paper with her name written on it, hoping to find something after the memory disappears.

But the thing he wanted to keep inexplicably reappeared on his desk.He couldn't take it away.

The wondrous plane that had brought him there when he was dying could not make him take anything about it.

If that's the rule...if that's the rule.

Please...don't come again.

You should be high above, you should be happy in everything, you should stand in a place where I can't reach and accept the admiration of everyone, instead of encountering a fatal crisis, you have to bring me by the dark power.

Hirano Bixiang looked at the paper with her name written on it, her expression was sad, but her eyes were more gentle than before.

... Although, meeting you is like a miracle bestowed on me by God.