Mi Xia [Net King]

When you copied that poem, would you think that I would rub every word and chew it countless times in the later time?

— But I didn’t understand it at the time.

I guard my courtyard and my roses, and stand quietly in a corner where no one can see. I have encountered such a ray of sunshine in such a long time.You are my salvation unintentionally brought by fate, you are the brightest moonlight that the stars admire, you are my short-lived warm flame, you are the reed that I cannot touch, and you are the one I cherish with all my emotions and all my body and mind. Not of my dreams.

I watched your pride bloom the most dazzling roses, and watched you come and go whistling with all the warmth and enthusiasm in this world.Then in the rest of the time, guard the blooming flowers and the short afterglow to continue the hopeless waiting.

This is also love.Just like those poured out in the poem.

I love you too.love you deeply.But that's not what you want.

Hirano Bixiang covered her face with a blanket, and buried her head deeply in the soft and smooth pillow. In the slightly suffocating environment, her mind was still full of wild thoughts, her memory was floating and sinking, and the fragrance of roses lingered around her. , it seems to be able to infiltrate blood through every pore of the skin, and then make the eye sockets moist again.

I can't sleep, I haven't had such insomnia for a long time.

It is because of him that she learns how to let go of herself and love the world.During the time he was away, except that most of her soul seemed to be missing, she was indeed living well and working hard.So when I saw him again, I was so surprised that I didn't know how to react.So he accepted the fact that his memory came back without any barriers, because the extravagant hope in his heart has never been cut off.

He was the most beautiful accident.So beautiful that even if fate wants her to leave, she will be grateful for the time he was there.

Hirano Bixiang was thinking about the scenes of those passing away, and was in a daze until she heard the sound of the door being pushed open again.

I shivered involuntarily.Her feet didn't make any noise when she stepped on the carpet, but she didn't deliberately restrain her strength. She could even easily feel the weight of the shoes in contact with the ground, and then her feet stopped at the head of the bed.

Hirano Bixiang was stiff and motionless.After waiting for a long time and still being silent, I finally couldn't help but quietly pulled away the edge of the blanket.

The wall lamp in the room was always on.The light diffused through the blue flower lampshade also has a crystal color, hazy and quiet.The person standing in front of the window looked down at her calmly. He was wearing a dark blue bathrobe embroidered with plain vines, and his hair was still slightly damp. It was obvious that he had just washed up.

"...Why aren't you sleeping yet?" The tone was very light, but at least it wasn't too cold and hard. When he spoke, his brows were slightly wrinkled, and the corners of his eyes were slightly upturned. He was obviously more handsome and calm when he was older, but this expression still seemed a bit irritating. A little mocking, "If you don't sleep again, I will beat you."

Hirano Bixiang stared at him eagerly, not daring to put the blanket back on his head, and only mumbled, "Leg hurts."

An even more indescribable look appeared on Atobe Keigo's face.

With one bite: "Liar. You don't even think about your knee hurting until you lift it."

The pride and sharpness of his youth no longer overflowed his appearance, but they were soaked in his expressions and words, not only a lot, but even more indescribably heavy.

This way of getting along is almost as if Hirano Bixiang and the child switched places back then.

Even though he said so, he still lifted the blanket and looked at her knees, the gauze was wrapped and nothing could be seen, the dressing was only changed tomorrow, and the ankle was still swollen, but it looked less scary than in the afternoon.

He put the blanket back on.It was just summer, and the temperature was still not hot, Hirano Bixiang curled up in the blanket and watched him quietly.

Atobe Keigo thought for a moment, reached out and dimmed the light of the wall lamp, turned around and walked to the closet, took off a blanket and pillow, walked to the other side of the bed, and sat down.

Looking up, Hirano Bixiang looked at him accusingly with round eyes.

"...It was my room." He said.

"Can I go to another room?" Hirano Bixiang thought about it and asked in a low voice.

"No." With a light glance at her, she couldn't say anything, "What if this is a dream and I'm about to wake up." Jingwu Atobe said indifferently and confidently: " I have to keep an eye on you."

He just lay down.For a long time, I couldn't hear his breathing, and I couldn't see his face clearly from the side, and I didn't know if he closed his eyes.

Hirano Bixiang looked at him seriously with her head tilted.From the purple-gray thick and colorful hair in the hazy light, to the slightly dim but pale skin that cannot be concealed.Indifferent to decadent.Pride is shattered in the blood, elegance is accompanied by calmness, but stubbornness and arbitrariness are even more stubborn, making people completely helpless.

The appearance in his memory seemed to be difficult to find in him, even if he remembered it again, he had unconsciously buried those things in the abyss of his chest.

Hirano Bixiang pulled his sleeve carefully.

No movement.

She called softly: "Jing Wu?"

He ignored her.

But she laughed, with slightly upturned brows and soft eyes, just like looking at the child who looked up and said nothing but acted like a baby to her back then, with a soft and soft voice: "You said you'd forgive me... we Talk to me, Jingwu, talk to me, okay?"

Atobe Keigo was silent for a while, then turned around, with her back to the light, it was very difficult for her to see the pair of dark blue pupils from the shadows.

She was a little hesitant, but followed her intuition to speak out what was in her heart: "Jingwu, I...seem to understand the meaning of that poem."

"poetry?"

"The poems you put in the album. Lokhvitskaya's poems."

"...you have always understood." He said this without any emotion. He just grasped her wrist accurately and firmly, put it in front of his eyes, and fumbled for the red thread, "Why are you wearing it?"

"Because..." Hirano Bixiang was at a loss, and she didn't think about it, "Is it something you left behind?"

"Don't play dumb."

She was silent for a while: "I know... this is the marriage line of the Izumo Shrine."

"Then do you understand why I tied it for you?" Keigo Atobe pressed on step by step in a slow tone.

"Don't cry!" He suddenly said forcefully, before the water in her pupils completely spread out, "You know what I want, but you just don't want to face it...Why, Xiang, why?"

You will empathize with my pain, maybe you will love me because of my love, not necessarily.

The 23-year-old youth at that time kept thinking like this to himself.He stared at her so hard, but didn't dare to show a little bit.The love hidden in my heart is so full that it is about to overflow, but I still have to pretend to smile indifferently.

He also thought, if everything could stay in that time, the time when he felt grateful even to look at her.But he and she could meet again.He could remember everything that was taken away by fate.

She really had to be in his life.All the bad luck has disappeared.Even let him know, she has always understood... Why don't you tell me not to be greedy?

"I love you, Xiang." Every word seems to exhaust all the strength, "I love you, since the summer when I was 23 years old, but I have forgotten those memories of falling in love with you."

Hirano Bixiang looked up at him, as if looking at her god.

Her dazed mind can't get out of the confusion, her heart hurts as if being squeezed mercilessly by a hand, she can distinguish and feel his emotions, just like this, it will make her too heavy to bear.

"Isn't it..."

An arm was so strong that it wrapped around her waist, dragged her over forcefully, and kissed her heavily on her lips. It wasn't until the cold object left that she slowly realized what happened just now.Then she swallowed all the words by herself, her eyes widening in surprise.

"It's not fair, Xiang, it's not fair." He said in a low voice, with heavy breathing, "In such a short day, I have retraced the journey of 28 years."

"They didn't come suddenly, they stayed in my body all the time, I just forgot, I just couldn't remember, from that year to now, I haven't stopped thinking about it... It's just that I don't even think about anyone I know. What makes me angry is not this time of being isolated by fate, not your choice to stay away from my sight, but... your refusal to respond."

"Why? It's not fair, Xiang." Keigo Atobe said, "I am obviously the most important person to you, why can't you respond to this one?"

"I don't know." Hirano Bixiang said tremblingly.

"Why, Xiang?"

"I don't know!" She shook her head, clutching his clothes tightly.

He took a deep breath, every word seemed to burst into magma from a volcano eruption: "Why?"

"I have no idea."

After a long silence, he lowered his head and kissed her lips again.

The hand behind her waist pressed her into her chest fiercely, and the hand wrapped around her head stroked her hair. Her lips were cold, but her breath was so hot that it burned all the way to her heart, and it hurt so much. It can even burn blisters.

It was obvious that she was the one being kissed, but Hirano Bixiang didn't dare to move, she could only comfort him and hug him back.

Because the ocean flows in Atobe Keigo's eyes.

The tide fell on her face.

"Xiang—is there a possibility that you were born for me?"

The author has something to say:

5.12

Toothpaste brother-in-law ah ah ah ah ah ah!

This is the labor pain that must be experienced at the complete body stage!Human nature is very complicated. I wrote four chapters. I think that I have thoroughly shaped the character and thoughts of the uncle who grew up in different periods, and the fragrance has never changed. So whether Nimeng understands what I want to express What~~ When he was 23 years old, he would hide that he would be grateful, because he had a love that he thought he couldn't tell, so he would carefully follow Xiang's will and suppress himself, but when he was 28 years old, he was already too strong. After learning that the lives of the two people have completely intersected, and the accident of fate will not come again, he is simply unscrupulous.Just relying on him being the most important thing to Xiang, relying on Xiang's tolerance for him is better than some good!The domineering president Ni Meng thought it was just talking!

Having said that, I have to go back to the proposition again, how deep is Keigo Atobe's OOC?

If I say that there is indeed an OOC, but the OOC is the official character design, not the ones created by the later colleagues for him, do Nimene recognize it?There are different Hamlets in the eyes of different people. I am not saying that those private designs are not cute, nor is it impossible, because I have more or less private designs, but I have worked hard to make Keigo Atobe a "person". A person with seven emotions and six desires, not a specific image, a "Keigo Atobe" in everyone's eyes.

Anyway, I can’t imagine Keigo Atobe on 23/28 still being so arrogant and full of me. Even when he was in middle school, he had a humble heart. Being proud did not prevent him from being humble. I think he was also humble when he was a man. Just show up to provoke the other party, okay~

Sometimes it is too much to pay attention to the regulations of not OOC, but it just happens to be biased, and if everyone thinks this way, everyone's ideas are also biased towards the definition of doujin.Maybe my portrayal is indeed a bit one-sided... But I don't want to deify him, and I don't want to define him with official or fan templates, and I don't want to explore with you which Keigo Atobe is better. I just hope that everyone will like it The world I shaped~ I like Keigo Atobe in my eyes!It would be great if everyone could think so tolerantly!