Spring and summer

Can the mistakes of youth be forgiven?The kind of mistake made out of childishness and immaturity.Many years later, Yaoxiang felt that since he did it by himself, he should bear it by himself; even if it is a burden that others deliberately put on him, if he has no power to overthrow it, he must continue to bear it.

But now, at the age of 16, there is still a soft spot in her heart that is not completely hard, a weakness that will be hurt by the world.

Although he was very conflicted, he still chose to respect Haruka Kirihara and did not go to find her by himself. From this point of view, the boy has indeed matured too much.

But fate sometimes cannot escape.

For example, today, when Kirihara, who practiced selflessly in the gym until the evening, was sweating all over his body and hurried home, he happened to meet her.

The sunset was about to end, and there was still some afterglow left, and the crimson color of the sky extended to the end of the coastline.The girl was sitting on the top guardrail of the stairs leading to the beach, and the gorgeous sunset cast a beautiful halo on her silhouette.

The young man who decided not to take the initiative to find her, finally gave up thinking when he saw himself right in front of him, and went straight to meet her.

Emotionally insensitive, tennis obsessed, and game addicted, such labels are placed on a teenage boy, and it is more understandable why a first love after three years makes him so unforgettable.

First love, first kiss, first experience.All the beginnings of life were started with her, even for ordinary men, it is of great significance, let alone a child who has been emotionally empty for three years since then.

"Remote fragrance?"

The girl who heard the call slowly turned her head, her eyes blurred.

Only then did he notice that there were wine bottles crookedly piled up at her feet.

"Hey!" He hurried over to support Yaoxiang who almost fell backwards.

"Ah... Senior? Senior Kirihara..." Yaoxiang looked at him with her red face upturned.

"Did something happen?" Drinking in this kind of place, although not wearing a uniform, would be bad if it was taken away by the police.

"No." She shook her head, then looked behind Kirihara again: "Are you playing tennis at school?"

"Ah...ah."

Yaoxiang was getting up, and gently pushed his hand away: "Senior, I really like tennis... I really like it... I really like it..." Since watching him play in the court last time, I really like tennis. It's so good, it's not what she always thought, it's just a little better among amateurs.

"Hey..." Haruka sighed, jumped off the railing, almost fell crookedly, Kirihara hurriedly supported her.

"I'll take you back!" She looked like this, it was impossible for her to get home safely by herself.

Yaoxiang suddenly raised her head and looked at him: "No!"

Kirihara froze in place.

After Yaoxiang stumbled out a few steps, he realized that even if she said so, it would be impossible to leave her alone, so he raised his foot and chased after her.

"Senior..." Yaoxiang supported Kirihara's hand, suddenly bent down, and vomited on the floor.

"Oops..." She took his tissue, wiped her mouth, pulled him and started to run.

"Wait a minute, don't run! It will be uncomfortable!" Kirihara pulled her hard, walked in front of her, squatted down, holding the ball bag in one hand, and put the other behind his back: "Come on, I'll carry you."

Yaoxiang looked at him, and poked his strong back: "If you spit on your clothes, it will be dirty."

"Didn't you vomit just now?"

"What if..."

"Okay, come up."

"Well……"

The dark night sky has replaced the sunset sky, and the stars start to flicker on the gray and black canvas.

"senior……"

"what?"

"Senior really likes tennis..."

"Well, of course I like it, but I'm very good."

"Senior really likes tennis..."

"Um……"

"Amazing……"

"Ah, ah, yes, yes..." The young man lowered his head, a little embarrassed.

"So happy..."

"what?"

"Senior is amazing..."

"Hmm..." Feeling that she was a little incoherent because of drunkenness, he still answered her simply.

"Senior is different from me...he will definitely become a very powerful person..."

"Thank you...you will too..." I didn't know how to answer the words, so I could only comfort her.

"I won't..." The girl buried her head in the socket of his neck, and she felt a wet and warm touch near his neck. Her voice was a little choked up: "I have no future... I... am ..." She broke free from him and ran to the side of the road to vomit again.Kirihara came over, took out the only piece of tissue paper left on his body and handed it to her.

"Senior... I'm sorry..." She looked at him, with sporadic tears still in her eyes.

At that time, Kirihara didn't understand what her apology meant at all.

Yaoxiang raised her head and looked at the dim streetlights, she was almost at the door of the house before she knew it, she wiped the corners of her lips: "Senior... go in and sit for a while."

He froze.This sentence is a bit familiar, for him, he may not be able to forget it even if he wants to.

"What do you mean?" This time, he won't go in inexplicably like the previous time, experience happiness inexplicably self-righteously, and be thrown away inexplicably.

Seeing his serious expression, Yaoxiang was stunned for a few seconds, turned her face away, and continued to walk towards the door: "Yeah...yes..." She muttered, but staggered on her feet: "Goodbye... Senior... goodbye ..."

Hearing the word "goodbye", Qieyuan panicked for some reason, and hurried up to support her: "I'll take you in."

Yaoxiang pulled him, and just opened the door, she sat down on the soil where the shoes were placed.

"Senior...Senior!" She grabbed Qieyuan who was about to turn around and leave, but she pulled him over who was not standing still.

Yaoxiang pressed him on the floor, with her hands on both sides of his head. This posture made him a little uncomfortable, but she stopped him by lightly pressing his chest when he wanted to sit up: "Senior... did senior forgive me? Tears gradually accumulated in her eyes, and the tears filled her eyes welled up and fell on his face: "It's not my fault... I don't want to... I don't want to... But... But..."

At that time, Kirihara thought she was apologizing for leaving without explaining to him three years ago.

"Well, I'm forgiven!" He hugged her and sat up, wiping away her tears clumsily: "Forgive, I've never been unforgive."

Yao Xiang heard the words and hugged him tightly: "Can you carry me to the room..."

This drunken accident brought Yaoxiang into a beginning that she didn't want to start. Although she remembered some words she said that night, that uncontrolled action once again confirmed the truth of being confused after drinking.

If the day three years ago was the end of that first love, then the day three years later will be the continuation of another first love.

Originally thought so, but it still betrayed them.

It’s the same summer, but it’s not because of daylight anymore, you can’t see the vibrant emerald green outside the window, you can only hear the endless chirping of cicadas, echoing non-stop.

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