Spring and summer

If the young Japanese in the late 80s and 90s were a generation that was baptized by the bubble economy, then the young Japanese in the early 21st century were a group that was either stubborn or self-abandoned in the economic downturn.

Nioh, who narrowly passed the second level of Yingjian, looked at the score on the screen and thought, Chiya, this guy chose the career network path, which is a good thing in all aspects.If he keeps going, he will definitely be dismissed by the university because of his English grades.

However, from the time they graduated from high school to the time when most of the tennis team members who were scattered in various places had already joined the work, he rarely contacted them again.It seems that the amount of professional training is really great, except for occasionally remembering him because there is no contact information and I can only secretly cheer for this elementary school boy from the bottom of my heart, he rarely appears in their lives.

When I saw him in the international professional tennis competition in 18, half a year had passed since they stepped into the society to participate in work.

On the TV screen, it is not obvious that he has grown much taller, but he still has the same strange hairstyle as in high school, and maturity has gradually been written on his immature face.

Probably it was hidden by the snow.But since it can stand on the field, it is already a great thing.

Nioh and Marui, who are still in contact with each other, will watch the live broadcast together on his game day if they have time since then, although this free time is pitifully small for two people who are already working.

Heisei 21 has passed since Kirihara finally made it to Wimbledon, and the Asian Games in the summer of Heisei 22 will come as scheduled.Nioh and Marui, who happened to be on a rest day, watched Kirihara's game at the coffee shop.

"Wait...wait a minute... isn't that?" During the break, Marui, who was discussing enthusiastically, stared at the TV screen, and suddenly said as if he had discovered something.

Nioh looked at the screen, it was the break time at the end of the game, and the shot was fixed on Kirihara. There were a few girls beside him. It seemed that they were a TV program production team. This kind of idol's plan to cheer for athletes was not the first. This time, it was not new, but the girl standing at the end who was not very conspicuous caught his attention, and upon closer inspection, it turned out to be her.

With a face that hasn't changed much, and the same hairstyle as in high school, it's hard not to recognize her.

But the eyes of the two people who didn't meet each other didn't meet, and they didn't seem to notice Akiya when they looked at him. After a while, the TV commercial jumped out.

"Hmm..." Marui took a sip of juice, pursed his lips and said, "It's so surprising." The two people who were engaged in completely unrelated occupations reunited in this way, although it was only the girl who knew it unilaterally.

"Don't you know?" Nioh took out his phone, switched to the playlist, and handed him the earphones.

Nice song, gentle female voice, he leaned over to look at the album cover: "Huh?" Isn't this her?

"Yeah." Three years ago, when I accidentally changed the channel, I discovered Haruka who chose to be an idol. Compared with the youthfulness in middle school, the cute and mature face is indeed a bit charming, and the change in temperament is also quite Big one, on the TV show just now, if it wasn't because of the change of gym clothes and light makeup that is close to plain makeup, I probably wouldn't have been recognized by a senior like Marui who was just a nodding acquaintance in middle school.

Although he didn't pay much attention to it, it wasn't until last year that their group gradually became popular. When he saw her solo CD while shopping in the shopping street, he remembered it again. Bought a plate.

"Kirihara Haruka (Kiriharaharuka)..." This stage name was really changed... He smiled. He didn't expect it to be a good lyric song, but the lyrics in it really moved people a little.

"I couldn't even say goodbye, my heart hurts...I will definitely remember, I want to convey to you, I have been waiting here for you..." Marui looked at the lyrics and muttered: "Oh... really The lyrics are full of girlish vibes..." But those who knew the truth couldn't help being moved.

After entering the career network, although he did not quit video games, he did not have the energy to care about the entertainment industry. When he heard Haruka's name again, he was already involved in a raging scandal.

"I can't tell, Akaya~" Ishikawa, a senior from the tennis team, came over and sat next to Kirihara, and took a sip from the water glass: "The last time you were in Guangzhou, China, you acted like nothing happened on that show Same."

"What?" Kirihara looked at him in bewilderment.

"Here." He handed him a newspaper: "It's spread in the team, what are you going to do?"

The title written in bold black is large and eye-catching, and the eye-catching words occupy the entire page-"Popular idol □ □'s middle school career exposed, twice abortion, the object is actually a famous tennis player", beside the title, is a photo, With short hair close to the ears and a sweet smile, one can vaguely see the youthful face of the girl who squatted on the ground and held him tightly.

"Popular idol..." He muttered in a daze, "Kirihara... Haruka..."

All the names that were not stated in the title were written in the text, and she changed her surname to a surname that was pronounced the same as his, did she do it on purpose?

Probably because of the protection of advertisers, Kirihara did not find his name in the article, but if someone with a heart makes a little calculation based on the small amount of information, they will come to the most likely conclusion that it is him.

He threw down the newspaper, although he didn't think clearly about what he could do at all, he stood up and ran out quickly.

"Wait!" Ishi Chuan hurriedly chased after him with strides and grabbed him: "You are going by like this, and you can talk nonsense before you can definitely write that it is your media."

Can't enter her world, don't know her, it's been like this since ten years ago, and it's still like this now, even he doesn't understand some things about her in middle school written in this report, even if he understands that not being close is inevitable Yes, but the growing distance couldn't help but make his heart ache.

Under the baptism of all kinds of eyes and speculations from the whole team, Kirihara, who had been advised by her seniors to stay calm, spent two days in a daze until Haruka pointed out with her graduation declaration and bluntly that what the reporter wrote was Kirihara and clarified her He was just an alumnus of the same school as Kirihara, and then he announced his retirement from the entertainment industry.

Not half a year later, the news that she quit the social circle due to marriage and returned to the family was posted on the Internet.Although it was unexpected by many people, it was gradually accepted by the fans of the idol period.In the fast-moving entertainment industry, retired artists are more of a nostalgia for the audience.

But the most unwilling person has been silently swallowing his anger.The career that has been silent for more than half a year seems to be telling the outside world in a disguised form that what she said is not the truth.

But everything is not important anymore.

In the midsummer of Heisei 23, the scorching sun scorched the earth, and the cool breeze from Kanagawa brought a bit of cool comfort to passers-by.

Kirihara rested his chin on the crutches propped on the window, looking out the window at the coast of Shonan.

It’s been a long time since I’ve been back to Kanagawa, and the marine park has changed into a look he almost doesn’t recognize, but the sports experience hall that still stands tenaciously keeps Lu Chi from getting lost.

Since the incident happened half a year ago, she never took the initiative to contact him, and when she finally clarified, she also fought alone.Later, when a reporter asked him about this matter, he always had nothing to say. For some reason, he couldn't tell a lie.

Kirihara sat on the bench, looking at the boundless blue sky, as if the scenery they saw here together that year has never changed, and the new greens come and go every year, looking the same.

The breeze blows through the treetops one after another, and the rustling sound composes a hypnotic melody in the calm summer afternoon, but Kirihara can't hear anything, his eyes are looking straight ahead, standing not far away , a slender girl with mid-length broken hair in a shawl, no makeup on her face, from the surprise when she first saw him to a faint smile, as if she was back to the green girl she saw for the first time 12 years ago The appearance of a shy girl.

"Senior." She whispered, before telling him that all this was not a dream in the hot summer.

The cicadas rang non-stop, and the line of clouds passing by the plane overhead stretched thinly, all the way from the end of the city to the blue coastline where the water and the sky meet.

It seems to connect so many years of time.Never flowed through.

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(One)

The summer of the first grade of middle school was the hottest season since I was born. Even at the end of summer, it was still hot.

But I, who had been locked in the toilet for half an hour, didn't feel the heat or irritability at all, because my already stiff body was constantly sweating coldly.

I fell down on the toilet seat, the blue line on the pregnancy test stick in my hand was more dazzling than the sunlight coming in from the window, and it sat there brightly to mock me.

In retrospect, it was really naive and cute. The moment I made a judgment in my mind, the first thing I thought of was to calculate how old I am as of today.

I was completely at a loss, from vetoing the call to Kirihara-senpai, to vetoing the call to my mother, until my father found out that something was wrong with me, I didn't make a single decision.

"Get rid of it." Dad lit a cigarette and said flatly as if he was stating what to eat tonight.

I froze there, looking straight at Dad, although I really didn't know what to do.

"What? You still want to give birth?" He twitched his mouth and smiled mockingly at me: "13 years old, hehe, what a fart you are."

I picked up the water glass on the table and took a sip with my lips.

"It's so fucking like your mother." He stood up and walked to the phone.

I quickly ran over and hugged him: "Dad...what are you doing..."

He took a sip and put me aside: "What are you doing? Call your mother to pick you up. Do you still want me to help you pay for the medical bills?"

At that time, my mind was blank, and I always felt that if my mother found out, even if she found a job again, I would not be able to go back.I don't want to follow my father, although I know that even though my mother has been leading me to live, I can still see the disgust of me in her drunken eyes from time to time-for her, I am a burden.

The standoff with Dad didn't last long.

He put down the phone, seemed to remember something, sat down and said to me: "It's fine if you want me to take you to the hospital. But you have to promise me one condition."

"What?" I said nervously.

"Let's go and get the surgery done first, and then we'll talk about it. It's not too much." Dad took a puff of cigarette and said with a smile, "For you now, it's no problem."

I listened to my father's words.

The operation was very painful. The doctor said that it was the right choice for a girl who was not yet fully developed to remove the child. Even if she continued to conceive, it might be life-threatening during childbirth.

"Yaoxiang, there has always been only the difference between a virgin and a non-virgin, but there is no difference between a non-virgin who has been a few times. Even if the nose is broken, the wound will not continue to grow." Dad smiled and persuaded in a low voice I can't forget a single word of my words.That was the decision that changed my life.

My father, who was strongly rejected by me, said angrily that if I violated the agreement, he would send all the medical certificates to my mother, and even if he asked me to stay here, he would ignore me.

After struggling for a long time and crying many times, I was forced to accept my father's request.

Before I went to meet my seniors that time, I thought, since boys all look the same, why not listen to Tomomi and give my first time to someone I like.

At that time, after that incident, I couldn't tell whether my decision was right or wrong.

But every time I lie on the bed with the disgusting uncle, I always think of my predecessors, bits and pieces of the past, his shy smile, and the faint smell of sweat that day.Then he buried his head under the pillow and sobbed secretly.

The uncles hated this very much. Only one uncle touched my head like a daughter to comfort me.

That's Dad's boss.After I knew it, I almost threw up.

I don’t know how long this kind of life will last. I received a call from my mother in the third semester of the third year of junior high school. She cheered up after being emotionally defeated. I don’t know how I learned about my father’s attitude and actions towards me in Fukuoka. My mother, without saying anything, resolutely took me back to Kanagawa.

I didn't want to go back to Lihai University at first, but my mother had already decided. I could only study hard for the exam, and finally returned to Lihai University with a narrow margin.

It was the spring of Heisei 14, with cherry blossoms dancing and vines flourishing.

I breathe the sea breeze of Kanagawa, and the spring and summer of Li Kunyi seem to have passed a century.

(two)

Back in the spring of Lihai University, the first person I met was not Kirihara-senpai, but another senior from his club when I was in junior high school.

I became flustered the moment I looked directly at him, and I had already forgotten that I could pretend not to know him, and nodded to him reflexively.

But that's not exactly a crossover.

It was unexpected for me to run into Senior Taihe again.It was the same face, he had grown a lot taller, and he blushed when he saw me.

I found out later that those words he said at that time were blurted out because he wanted to maintain the shallow friendship between ordinary friends. He also regretted it very much later, and now he met me and made a formal apology again.

I don't really want to go to the sports experience hall, I didn't tell Senior Dahe about the past, so he didn't know anything about the relationship between me and Kirihara-senpai, until that time it was really impossible to refuse him, but it happened at that time, Met a senior.

He has grown a lot taller, his hairstyle hasn't changed, and neither has his face.

I dare not look directly into his anxious eyes, always feeling that I have made a big mistake.After that time, Senior Dahe asked me, and I briefly said that there was a period of time in the past.

"Well, actually, I guessed it a long time ago." Senior Dahe said, "He's just a child at all. You can see through it at a glance."

Fate went round and round and came back.

I can't explain what happened that night in detail. I only know that I received a call from the uncle who was the boss of my father's company. Recalling the painful year, I couldn't help squatting on the ground and crying.

Because I often drink with my uncle, I have some confidence in my drinking capacity, but I am still drunk.

I lay on Kirihara-senpai's back, speaking incoherently.

At that time, I knew the value of dreams and the meaning of ideals.I won't be in his future.Originally, I didn't have any expectations at all, but at that time, because I recalled the past of my first love, I couldn't help trembling.

When he accidentally got that call, I thought it was over.

But the so-called fate is to pour a basin of cold water on you again when you are the coldest.

But only three years later, I met that dark blue short line again, it lay there quietly, mocking me wantonly.

But this time, I concealed it quietly, avoiding my father's resentful and indifferent eyes, and didn't let him find out.

This time, I want to tell my seniors.

Already 16 years old, even if you want to abort the child, you must have your boyfriend's signature.

But I was teased again. When I learned that he had received an invitation from the job site, my heart was half chilled.

But—should be happy for him, shouldn't he?

So after three years, I once again made up the reasons for breaking up with half-truths and half-truths.

The house leak happened to rain overnight, which couldn't be more suitable for me this year.

First, because the conversation with Kirihara-senpai in the park was accidentally overheard by people at the same level, and then he was betrayed by an unexpected friend.

Although I knew that Xiao Ai was not a girl like Tomomi, I overestimated her kindness.

"Lihai University has always been known for its rigorous school spirit, Yaoxiang, we feel more ashamed than you when this happens." Her face was indifferent: "You should transfer to another school, no one wants to be in the same class as you."

It's been a long time, and I can't remember when I cried like this before.While my mother was not at home, I covered myself in bed alone, crying heartbreakingly.

After that, I transferred to Fukuoka again.It's just that because my father died of alcoholism, I can only live in the apartment by myself.

"I gave you a chance, now, only you are fully responsible for your actions."

Mom told me so.

The day I left was in a hurry, the weather was the same as three years ago, the clean blue sky and white clouds in Kanagawa, which hadn’t changed much, I sat on the tram, looking at the sky, with tears rolling down my cheeks.

(three)

"Life will force you to do things you don't want to do." I came to Tokyo alone because of my mother's remarriage, and when I met Tomomi who hadn't seen me for many years, she told me this.

After quitting my job as a bartender, I changed my name, Kirihara—Kirihara, with the same pronunciation, and then used Haruka Kirihara’s name to participate in the selection of emerging idol groups. The combination of embarrassingly living a tepid life was suddenly known to everyone because of an opportunity.

When I decided to make a solo debut, I asked for the right to write the lyrics for a song, and taught the lyrics to my teacher. She was full of praise, and after a moment of silence, she said, "It's good to bury some things in your heart."

I know that the exposure of an idol's old relationship is not a good thing for investors.

So even though it was published, the lyricist of that song did not include my name.

In the summer of 22, when the staff told us about the new project, I felt mixed feelings.

In the past two years, he and I have walked on almost the same path. After being hidden for several years, he slowly emerged in the tennis world.

But I don't want to see him.

As he wished, he didn't notice me standing at the end all the time.

I looked at him who had just come off the field, came over and picked up a towel and wiped the sweat on his face indiscriminately. On his handsome face, he could still see the youthful outline from many years ago.He has grown a little taller again, and he still has the same hairstyle. This reminds me of my wife Chunma as a guest on a variety show a while ago.

It's really unbelievable to think about it. If you put it in the past, you wouldn't even dare to think about it.

I looked at Mr. Chun Ma, who was no longer the handsome young man ten years ago because of his transformation into a comedian, and couldn't help but twitching the corners of his mouth.

It all started because of this, which is probably the biggest ridicule for me.

I am always fooled by fate, which is the cause and which is the effect, I can't tell clearly, and I don't want to explore.

So when the staff told me about the scandal very seriously, I calmly told him that I was going to graduate.

Although I was very reluctant, even if I continued to squeeze it, I would have no commercial value, so the company let me go without saying anything.

At the end of December of that year, when the new year was approaching, I was shivering in the cold of winter, and finally decided to go back to the countryside of Kanagawa after the new year. Unexpectedly, I ran into Taiga-senpai on the streets of Tokyo.

Within a few months, we returned to Kanagawa together.

Because when the cherry blossoms were in bloom, he proposed to me.

I didn't hesitate too much, but tears fell for some reason, and then I agreed with him with a smile.

It is impossible for a person to wait for another person in the same place forever.

This is the midsummer of Heisei 23, and 12 years have passed since the first grade of junior high school when all the turning points happened.

I strolled to Shonan Coastal Park, and a group of children in Lihai uniforms ran past. Looking at their young faces and petite bodies, I suddenly realized that so many years have really passed.

The sun was very good, the scorching sun scorched the ground, and hiding in the lush woods, the cicadas echoed incessantly in the high temperature, I raised my head to look at the sky until my eyes fell on that figure.

He still hasn't changed, but he seems to have lost some weight.Is it because of the scandal?Probably won't forgive me.

However, it doesn't matter anymore.

Although I don't know why he came here, I still walked over and called softly, "Senior."

He looked at me, bit his lip, said "um", but didn't speak.

The sound of cicadas blew into my ears, the wind blew up, and I felt a little bit of coolness.

I didn't know what to say, but the silence made it harder.

After a long time, he said softly: "Come on."

He said "hmm" slowly.

I walked around him, turned around and said to him with a smile, "Goodbye."

He tugged at the corner of his mouth and smiled: "...goodbye."

I touched the ring on my hand, and looked up at the endless sky in midsummer, so wide, with white clouds floating on the blue canvas, it was heartbreakingly beautiful.

I took a deep breath and strode forward.

The sea breeze from Kanagawa in July carried a salty taste, brushed the cheeks coolly, lifted the hair, and blew to the other end of the city until it disappeared.

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After writing the last word, it feels like I have gone through a period of my life. It only took me a week to write this article, but it has been two months since I conceived it.

It has been two and a half years since the last "Because", but I still don't have much confidence.In terms of styles, they are different but have some similarities, but they are far from the same.

The only thing I don't want is to change the writing of Xiaokelp, but except for the middle school chapter, I don't know if I have grasped this change in the next few chapters because of my age.

I want to present the social phenomenon in Japan as realistically as possible. It may be different from what you see in the comics. I hope you understand.

Finally, for Haruka's solo song, I quoted Chelsy's "Iwill".