[Comprehensive] The posture of rebirth is not right

chapter4

Sitting in the garden, Akashi looked up at the brilliant cherry blossoms that were blooming on that tree.The calm and indifferent eyebrows, the white and delicate side face, and the cherry blossoms falling and dancing from time to time constitute a beautiful picture.Two years have passed, and two years is enough for him to let go of those people and things in the past, and enjoy the warmth of his mother that is engraved into his bone marrow.And his father's clumsy, buried love in his heart. He will never forget these unspeakable warmth.

Recalling what his father said yesterday, Akashi lowered his upturned head.The sun shines through the many petals and casts mottled shadows on the ground. The lowered and docile eyebrows make it hard to see the expression, as if isolated from the world.

"Seijuro, you have grown up. You have to understand that for the Akashi family, victory is everything. From now on, your studies must start to strengthen. The Akashi family never needs weak people, you should know this. "Looking at the little calm and silent child in front of him, Akashi Masomi abandoned the strong feelings in his heart and slowly opened his mouth.

For Akashi Seijuro, Akashi Seishi's feelings are a bit complicated.On the one hand, it is the surprise and comfort of his son who is well-behaved and sensible and his innate talent, and on the other hand, it is the pity for the Akashi clan, who bears the fate of the entire family.No matter how much he dotes on the child in front of him, he can only bury that emotion in the deepest part of his heart, even at the expense of depriving the child of his age of innocence and happiness.

"I see, father. Even if you don't do this, I will ask for it." Meeting Akashi Masomi's gaze, Akashi's calm red eyes reflected the figure of the tall man in front of him.The crisp and immature voice came out from the mouth of a child, neither humble nor overbearing, faintly revealing a trace of the dignity of a king.

This world does not need the weak, he has long understood this simple truth.Regardless of whether it was in the previous life or in this life, he always bears the proud surname of Akashi, and the established destiny cannot give him a reason not to become stronger.If he didn't have strong strength, how could he easily become the captain of Shenguang and Luoshan basketball team, and let everyone believe in him without complaining.

What's more, as proud as he is, in this world where the strong are like forests, how could he survive like an ant like the weak, making people despise himself.The arrogance that is inherently deep in the bone marrow will never allow him to show the behavior of the weak.

"Seijuro, it's good that you have such an idea." Looking at all the excellent children, Akashi Seiomi couldn't help but praise.

This child always surprises himself, whether it is learning or dealing with interpersonal relationships, he is perfect.

A born king, when he faced his son, this word would involuntarily pop up in his mind.But when used on Akashi's body, it won't look abrupt at all.

Wisdom, modesty, politeness, self-confidence, arrogance, alienation, indifference, gentleness, and strength, Akashi perfectly blends these words together, and his every move perfectly interprets every word inscribed on him, but he does not It makes people feel contradictory.

Thinking of such an excellent child, Akashi Seishomi secretly decided: it is time to send the child to Italy, to his father who is currently a member of the consultant outside Pengo Lie's door.I'm afraid I won't see you for several years.Forget it, isn't there still one year left? For his growth and inheritance of the family business, this must be done.

"Seijuro, go to Italy next year, your grandfather is there." Thinking about this, Akashi Seishi had already made a decision for Akashi.

"Yes, Father." He nodded respectfully, without any objection to those decisions.

Because he needs to grow.

Retracting his own thoughts, Akashi glanced boredly at the thick children's fairy tale book in front of him, opened it up and turned a few pages in front of his eyes, and when he saw the large-scale color pictures on each page, Akashi couldn't help feeling sorry for himself. This child's body feels sad.

He really couldn't understand his mother's look of reason when she handed such a book into his hands.After hesitating for a moment, he pushed the thick book of fairy tales away, and picked up the Italian book that had already been placed beside him.This is what he requested after he made the decision to go to Italy yesterday. Although Italian is for him whether he can learn it or not, but with such a young body, he decided to start from the basics.

"Xiaozheng, what do you think this is?" The young woman walked over excitedly holding an orange sphere, interrupting Akashi.Seeing the child who was a little dull, Akashi Shiori raised the thing in his hand to Akashi to divert Akashi's attention.

Just when he was about to make up his mind to turn the page and continue to endure the discomfort caused by this beginner's childish thing, he was interrupted by his mother's voice.

He looked up at his mother's excited expression and the basketball in his hand, then lowered his head again, staring at the Italian document with beautiful cursive characters in front of him, and didn't pay any attention to it.

"Ah, is Xiaozheng not interested in this? Many children like to play with this thing?" Ignoring Akashi's indifferent attitude, Akashi Shiori touched Akashi's furry head and said in doubt.

"Xiaozheng is basketball. I know Xiaozheng will like basketball. Xiaozheng will look handsome playing basketball." Akashi Shiori squatted down and handed the basketball to Akashi, looking at Akashi with a smile, His tone was full of affirmation for Akashi.Even the temperature around her couldn't help but feel a little warmer. Against the backdrop of the cherry blossom tree, everything looked warm.

"Xiaozheng is basketball. I know Xiaozheng will like basketball. Xiaozheng will be very handsome when he plays basketball."

Overlapping with the scene in memory, the exact same words, the exact same scene, no difference.This is not the so-called reverie and illusion, but a real world.This is the feeling that he has always wanted to have, but he misses it all the time.

Like it?

Of course I liked it.

He will never forget that in the years after his mother left, it was this orange basketball that accompanied him and supported him along the way.

This orange-yellow sphere is not just a piece of sports equipment or a sport, but the happiness that his mother handed over to him, and it was the belief that supported him all the way at that time.This is something more important than his own life, how could he not like it.

His love for basketball is by no means less than that of Aomine, the miracle ace, but his growth environment and his character doomed him not to say this.

He suddenly remembered that he once said that he liked basketball only because basketball is a sport that requires both physical and mental strength. This reason is only one of them. The real reason he likes basketball is because of the woman in front of him—his mother .It's just that he never told anyone about it.

If she hadn't taught him what happiness is and what a trustworthy friend is, maybe he wouldn't be able to experience that feeling in his life.He is good at chess, but it is this orange sphere that entangles his fate.

"I like basketball." He said exactly the same thing as that time.

"Look, mom guessed right. From now on, Xiaozheng can play basketball by himself every day ~ this is with father's consent." He touched the child's soft head in front of him.For Akashi, Akashi Shiori is more distressed.She sometimes wonders, if her child is born in an ordinary family, if her child does not have such a high talent that he can complete any harsh conditions, then, can her son have the same kind of belonging as ordinary people? Your own friends, your own happiness.Instead of pretending to be strong like this, calm and indifferent like this.

Looking at the slight smile on that child's delicate face the moment he took the basketball, Akashi Shiori knew that she had done nothing wrong.What she handed him was not just a basketball, but a world with happiness and companions.

The moment he took the basketball, the familiar tactile lines returned to his hands again, and even his heart jumped at this moment.

'I don't want to let go. The moment he took the basketball in his hand, such an idea came into his mind, and it became deeper and deeper in his heart like an obsession.

He kept stroking the basketball with his hands, and let the basketball flip in his hands. He felt as if he had returned to the time when he was sweating and passionate in the game. The dust in his memory deliberately avoided in his heart. The teenagers who were watching also appeared in my mind.

Everyone's figure that came to his mind is so clearly visible, it turned out that those teenagers left him such deep memories.He has not forgotten any of those who left a strong color in his life.

He opened the gate valve to the memories that had been kept dusty in his heart all this time, and all the memories flooded in, until he was submerged in the torrent of memories.

In addition to the one-on-one that forced him to a dead end, and the collapse of the entire team in the end, there was also the game that saw him go from winner to loser, thus negating everything about himself.

After that, won't you lose?He won't lose, he is absolute, and there is no reason to lose twice in the same place, he will never allow the same situation to happen again.

Then continue to play basketball?He decisively rejected this idea in his heart.

After all, he is different from those teenagers. He has always been just a passer-by by their side, and they will not be willing to endure their so-called orders forever.

Well, don't meet again this time.It's just that the hand stroking the basketball felt like it was being scorched by the basketball the moment this thought flashed.

'It seems a bit reluctant. Akashi lowered his eyes, and his whole body was surrounded by a feeling called loneliness and reluctance.

Could the word "fate" be changed so easily?No one knows the answer, including him who has gone through reincarnation once.

When Akashi Shiori felt the joy of the child next to him when he took the basketball, the corner of his mouth couldn't help but raise a smile.When he saw the nostalgia shown by the child stroking the basketball, and the faint loneliness and sadness exuded from the whole body at the end, the heart that felt sorry for his child suddenly tightened, and he snatched the basketball in the child's arms.

Akashi, who was immersed in his own thoughts, only felt that his hands were empty. Before he could search for the basketball and his mother, he heard the sound of "boom, boom, boom" behind him.He turned his head slowly, and his mother slapped the basketball and smiled at him like the sun when he saw his eyes.

"Xiaozheng, you need to shoot basketball so hard~ It's fun, Xiaozheng also try it." Akashi Shiori slapped the basketball while paying attention to Akashi's reaction.

After seeing Akashi nodding towards her, she let go of the heart she had been raising just now.Fortunately, fortunately, her child did not show that kind of loneliness, fortunately, her child was not immersed in that kind of sadness, fortunately, her child did not look at the world from a distance as before, which made her feel I had the illusion of being a person who is not from this world.

Akashi took over the basketball and slapped it like he had practiced countless times in his memory. Although the movements were a little rusty at the beginning, under the already familiar habits, the movements gradually became smoother.

Akashi who picked up the basketball racket and dribbled the ball was like a dazzling ray of light, unlike the usual quiet and steady, the whole body seemed to burst out with powerful force, which tightly attracted the sight of Akashi Shiori.At that moment, she suddenly felt that this child was born for basketball. She seemed to see the figure of this child shuttling on the court, sweating with his teammates on the court, and every scene that appeared in front of her eyes made her extremely gratified.

"Xiaozheng, mom will hire you a basketball teacher tomorrow, so that Xiaozheng's basketball will become better and better." Akashi Shiori hugged the child who was a little out of breath from practicing basketball, and asked with a gentle voice .

"Okay." Akashi, who was still panting slightly, had no objection to this decision, but due to physical limitations, he gave a short answer.