Mi Xia [Net King]

Hirano Bixiang asked the uncle if there were any tennis courts nearby that were worth recommending.

In such venues, there are generally training classes for all age groups, with coaches to guide and assistants to take care of them. She thinks that the children are too secluded, and it is too lonely to be alone at home. better.But the child grabbed her hand tightly, his arms were tense, and his lips were pursed a little deeper. Although he didn't speak, he showed a faint rejection attitude.

Hirano Bixiang's heart skipped a beat, but she didn't show it. She still smiled and listened to the uncle's eloquent introduction, then nodded and said, "Does uncle have a tennis teacher for children to introduce?"

The wretched uncle was lying on the counter, looking dead with his spine softened. Hearing this, he glanced at the child with a hint of sarcasm in the corner of his eyes, with an expression that it is useless to cling to his sister at such an old age. .The child's face became more rigid and he did not speak.

Hirano Bixiang wrote down the contact information he said, then asked the uncle for a business card, thanked him, and asked the child to take the tennis bag and other supplies by himself and go home.

I was making lunch in the kitchen, and through the colorless and transparent glass partition, I saw the children sitting in the dining room looking carefully at a training list listed by the uncle.The uncle was too blunt, and said that the kid was too much trouble, and the list below was still meticulous and detailed.According to the physical data, it roughly simulates the list, detailed to the number of daily swings, and complete to the way of exercising muscles.

After dinner, I watched TV in the living room for a while.Hirano Bixiang was arranging manuscripts in the study, and deliberately opened the doors and windows. When she heard the sound of the TV outside, she paused for a moment and smiled. Then she got up and walked to the window. A small silhouette was seriously doing stretching exercises in the garden. The body, making sure it's warmed up enough to relax, steps aside to pick up the racket.

That kind of sincere little eyes made others feel warm in their hearts.

In the evening, she pinched his hand: "I didn't prepare enough, my muscles are sore."

The child sat cross-legged on the bed, raised his head to look at her, his beautiful eyes shone brightly, like tiny stars.Really beautiful.Hirano Bixiang held back, but couldn't hold back, and smiled and bent down to kiss the corner of his eyes. When she took it away, the child buried her head deeply, and even her earlobes were red.

While falling asleep in the middle of the night, I touched a cold arm.Hirano Bixiang was startled, and the drowsiness disappeared instantly.Quickly lifted a corner of the quilt, and looked at the child beside him by the faint wall lamp.

He was still asleep, but the frowning corners of his brows showed that he was not sleeping peacefully. In his dream, his eyelashes were wet and his body was cold.

Hirano Bixiang sighed in her heart, raised her arms, hugged him into her arms, stroked the back of his head tenderly, pressed her soft lips to his forehead and kissed him, then lowered her arms to hold his hand in own hands.

Probably because there was a lot of movement, the child woke up with sleepy eyes and turned around.The dark blue eyes are as hazy as the vast sky, and the consciousness is still chaotic, just staring at her blankly, and the body instinctively leans towards a warm place.

"It's okay, go to sleep." Hirano Bixiang said softly.

He leaned his head on her shoulder obediently, feeling the strength of slender fingers stroking the back of his neck, and said a word in a soft voice: "When will I go?"

"I don't know." Her voice was as thin as a hallucination, "but it's always time for you to go."

"Before then...before then..." the child's misty voice was filled with faint sobs, "but I want to stay by your side."

The child fell asleep again, his lips were tightly pressed, and there was still a bit of grievance on his face, as if what he said just now was just whispering in a dream.

Hirano Bixiang hugged him, listening to each other's heartbeats quietly, but suddenly felt sleepy.

The next day, the child sat at the dining table with a blank expression, holding the milk cup and pouring it down very smoothly and without twitching.

Asked him if he slept well, but he shook his head, hesitantly said that it was very warm, but he couldn't remember what he said.

"Shall we hire a tutor?" Hirano Bixiang poured some milk for him with a smile, and said, seemingly unintentionally, "Please ask the teacher to come to your house to teach you, how about we go to the tennis court together occasionally, I also I want to see you sparring with other children."

With stars shining in the child's eyes, he nodded without hesitation.

Hirano Bixiang put another fried egg on his plate.

"That brat!" When calling the uncle, the uncle complained angrily, "I can't be spoiled, my tail is up to the sky!"

That being said, the contact information of the tutor was still given.

"Let me contact you first. People are easy to talk to, and they are especially good at teaching brats!"

Hirano Bixiang smiled and thanked.With a glance, the child who was moving his hands and feet not far away looked indifferent, but his ears were pricked up, secretly listening to the movement.

The teacher got in touch very well, probably the friends he made with the uncle are so similar, he speaks carelessly, has a bold and cheerful personality, and always likes such sloppy dresses, but Hirano Bixiang is very relieved, talking about tennis. People with such bright eyes must be worthy of respect.

"Little ghost, you want to practice sparring before you swing your racket well. Who gave you the courage?"

Hirano Bixiang sits in the living room flipping a book, and occasionally looks through the floor-to-ceiling windows at the scene of adults bullying children running around in the garden. , I also feel that such a day is simply unreal.

The child in short sportswear was panting hard, and looked back subconsciously. In the transparent window, there was a person leaning on a chair, with fluffy long hair tied softly on his shoulders, revealing a fair and delicate color that was slightly sunburned. cheeks, a simple pink cherry blossom yukata, as soft as a touch of the sun.

"Hey, hey, what kind of god are you going!"

A ball slammed into his leg, and the child staggered and almost fell to the ground. He suddenly became angry and grabbed the racket tightly, so he couldn't hold back the blow to the guy's face.

But the wretched teacher was also looking there, sucking his saliva: "Does your sister have a boyfriend?"

The tense nerves broke instantly, and it was unbearable, and there was another flutter in the garden.

The evening sun dyed half the sky red, Hirano Bixiang patted the back of his head, bent down and smiled: "Go and ask the teacher to stay for dinner."

The child's face was tense, his eyes were reluctant, and finally he expressed his frustration under the gentle gaze, and moved out of the door three steps at a time.

"Oh, my sister's craftsmanship is really good!" A guest was extraordinarily rich at the dining table. The guest kept praising her, and then belittled his student, "Why didn't my brother follow my sister's example? Yes." Then he sighed deeply, as if he was hopelessly hopeless.

A child who was defined as a bear was shaking his chopsticks hands, seeing someone with a smug face was even more unbearable, if he hadn't seen Hirano Bixiang smiling like a flower, she patted him on the shoulder in comfort and turned the table over. maybe.

Going to bed at night, now he can sleep with his arms around someone's waist without changing his face, and he is still a child anyway!Besides, no matter how upright he was before going to bed, he would most likely be in someone's arms when he woke up, and after a few times like this, he would completely give up on himself.

Such a day, in his eyes, was as beautiful as a dream.He hadn't thought about his previous life for a long time.There is no empty mansion, this room is full and fresh, there are no respectful and distant housekeepers and servants, he can see a beautiful figure smiling and bending over to wake him up when he opens his eyes. Now he only eats bacon and fried eggs for breakfast, even if he drinks milk, he thinks it is so beautiful.

It's just that after learning tennis for a while, it's inevitable that I'm still a little anxious when I'm stuck in endless basic exercises.

Especially when I flipped through the videotapes that were said to be my "future" self occasionally.

Hirano Bixiang saw his little emotions hidden under his expressionless face, so she packed up her things on a day when there was no class arrangement, and said, how about we go to a nearby venue to have fun.

The child nodded, and followed her out with the racket in his arms.

After she signed up for the card, the kid had been watching other kids on the sidelines for a long time.

She patted him on the shoulder encouragingly, and suggested: "Play with him?"

Fiasco.

Hirano Bixiang had expected it a long time ago, but seeing the little frustration under the child's serious expression, she still softened her heart.

The child looked up at her, with a little grievance hidden in his quiet eyes, and she smiled all of a sudden.

"It will be better." She didn't say that beginners can be forgiven, because to him, it's like an excuse for failure, so she just said softly and gently, "will better one."

Her eyes are so firm and determined, as if what she said will definitely be realized.

The next day he asked the teacher why he lost so badly.

Hirano Bixiang was not surprised at all when she heard the teacher outside scolding "I want to learn to run before I can walk well".

Being embedded in such a child in life is like the sunshine that penetrates into the soul, making everything too bright to be the same. Even such an accident that was caught off guard is now so harmonious that there is no trace of it.

Every time I saw that child, my heart softened and became so warm that I couldn't think of anything else.

It seems as if there is color in the blank and dark background, as if there is a melody in the tone of the flat cycle, even if you personally overthrow the life you have been accustomed to for many years, and arrange yourself in a strange situation that will be crumbling at any time, watching everything turn upside down Sometimes I can smile softly.

like very much.I like you very much.

I also want you to stay by my side, want to look at you, hold you, even though I know you will leave eventually.