Like and not

Yukimura didn't answer, and didn't even turn to look at Fuji, but just closed his eyes quietly, and the skin on the back and cock felt rough when it touched the clay on the ground.

Fuji didn't pause for a long time, he breathed a sigh of relief and then slowly continued: "You know...the reason why I don't play tennis anymore, I guess Eiji said..." Fuji The tone was clear and light, "Actually... I had guilt and self-loathing at the beginning, and then I made my sister worry about me... My sister is right, these are a series of coincidences It is not anyone's fault that it caused a result that no one thought of..."

"...But tennis... can't be said to be angry..."

"It's just... suddenly I can't find a reason to fight anymore..."

"I can't even find the reason to like tennis..." Fuji said, turning sideways towards Yukimura's side, his body seemed to curl up a little bit, "It will make me love People who are worried about me...will cause harm to those who love me...then what reason do I have...keep loving me..."

Yukimura turned his head silently, only to see the gentleness and tranquility in the familiar violet eyes, the miraculous peace of his throbbing heart, and chuckled with self-mockery and relief: "I just found out that I It's so wrong...Those things that have long been integrated into the blood of the bones will break out of the ground with just a small introduction. It's firmly buried in it..." Buer closed his eyes and put his palms on his heart, "So... the moment I picked up the tennis racket, there was something surging and roaring in my body. It seems to be breaking out of the cocoon... That feeling... Even I am trembling, but hey..." Fuji opened his eyes again, and the ice blue eyes looked directly at Yukimura's eyes, "Thank you ...rediscovered a reason for me to pick up a racket."

"Zhou Zhu..." Yukimura looked at Fuji in front of him, the fragility and strength blended together in such a contradictory and harmonious way, it really looked like his favorite cactus, "You should try to be self-willed for yourself."

Fuji just watched in a daze as Yukimura stood up, bent down, and the night lights of the tennis court shone from behind him. Yukimura's whole body seemed to be coated with a hazy halo, with well-defined bones and slender and beautiful hands. Stretching in front of me, it seemed as if there were dots of light falling from the fingers, and there was a warm voice next to my ear: "... I will take you to a place."

"Okay." As if skipping the thinking of the brain, Fuji didn't ask anything, and instinctively put his hand in Yukimura's palm, and the other party pulled him up.

It wasn't until sitting on the TGV (French express train), that Fuji seemed to come back to his senses in a daze, looking back and forth at the ticket in his hand: "This...now...have a class tomorrow? "

"Do you care?" Yukimura smiled softly with his head on one hand.

"Hehe.. Are you self-willed..." Buer chuckled slowly, closed his eyes, relaxed his tired body and sat down in the chair, "I've seen a saying... Life is about There is an instant trip...heh...then I'll just follow you."

The drive of less than three hours is not short, and Fuji, who was dozing off, was woken up by Yukimura and got out of the car in a daze. After changing to the bus line, he approached the old man in Avignon (Avignon). In the urban area, the Gothic buildings left over from ancient Rome in the ancient city walls are faintly visible in the moonlight.

Yukimura seemed to be familiar with this place, he dragged Fuji through the small alley smoothly for a while, and finally stood in front of a residential house, raised his hand and knocked on the door.

The male owner who came to open the door was still sleepy. After seeing Yukimura, he turned sideways to open the door and greeted warmly: "Yuki hasn't seen you for a long time. I cleaned up the house when you just called me. I'm tired." Now go and rest."

Listening to the host's French with a southern accent, Buer who followed behind also greeted with a smile.

"Henri's is a good family hotel in Avignon." Yukimura exchanged a few words with the host, took the key, and walked upstairs while talking to Fuji.

"Hey, I know that following Jingshi, I will definitely not sleep on the street." Fuer smiled as usual with crooked eyebrows.

It is indeed a good family hotel, with soft beds and warm lighting, giving it a taste of home, and the two single beds not far apart are very similar to a school dormitory.

The two took turns to wash briefly, said good night to each other, and went to sleep one after another after turning off the lights.

A night without dreams.

As soon as he opened his eyes in the morning, he tilted his head and saw that Yukimura was no longer on the bed beside him, so he washed up and left the room.

Going down the creaking wooden stairs step by step, Bu Er suddenly had little expectations for the city from the bottom of his heart, the ruins of Rome and the remaining Pope's Palace, the footprints of Caesar and Van Gogh, And the Stone City, the Red Clay City... Only then did I realize that this ancient land can arouse my yearning so much... Then...

Arriving at the first floor, Fuji saw Yukimura talking happily with the shop owner Henri whom he met last night.Seeing Fuji appearing, Yukimura's violet eyes were full of gentle smiles, and his slender and beautiful hands stretched out to Fuji once again: "Zhou Zhu, I'll take you to see the blooming lavender."

☆, the end of the second volume

Lavender from Provence...

Fuji suddenly felt a little moved for no reason, he had only mentioned it to Yukimura once, but he didn't expect to be taken to heart like this.

"Let's have something to eat, and we'll set off later." Yukimura asked the shopkeeper for the car keys he borrowed, twirling his fingers, smiling like a fox planning something with half-closed eyes.

In fact, it is a car key, but it is just an ordinary bicycle.Coming out of Henri's hotel, Yukimura pushed the cart and walked side by side with him on the stone road in Avignon. Perhaps the peak tourist season has not yet started, and there are not many tourists and pedestrians in the quiet alleys in the early morning.

I didn't take a closer look last night, but now I realize that most of the doors and windows of the houses here have exquisite decorations or unique murals, with a simple religious color.When walking to the Pope's Palace Square, the foot has turned into a rough stone road. The ancient and grand palace quietly tells the glory and history of centuries ago.Yukimura and Fuji were not in a hurry, just strolling down the street to feel the leisurely and peaceful atmosphere of the city.

After leaving the city, Fuji, who had never had the chance to learn how to ride a bicycle in his twenty years of life, sat on the back seat of Yukimura's bicycle without any embarrassment.The sunshine in the south of France seems to be brighter than that in the north. Compared with the weather this year, it is indeed much hotter than in previous years. I squinted and saw that the lavender, which used to bloom in mid-June, is now only at the end of May. Small patches of violet have been diffused from the flower fields beside it.

"Henri called me the day before yesterday to tell me that the flowers were blooming." Yukimura's voice drifted warmly and faintly with the wind from the front, with some lavender smell, "It just so happens that a large number of tourists have not received the news yet."

"Are you going to Abbayedesenanque (Senanque Monastery)?" Following a big turn downhill, Fuji stroked his wind-torn hair, thinking of the street sign that flashed in front of him just now. The monastery built in one of the most beautiful valleys in France is surrounded by patches of lavender, and the lavender at low altitudes does bloom earlier.

"No." Yukimura's mouth twitched into a smile that couldn't be seen from the angle, "It's a better place."

Fu Er put one hand on Yukimura's shoulder, and the bicycle moved forward steadily against the wind, and turned out from the fork in the valley. Unexpectedly, the eyes suddenly became clear.

A large expanse of lavender, spread out with strong colors under the strong light, just jumped off the bicycle that started to slow down as if being tempted. "Seiichi..." Unconsciously, he took two steps forward, and when he turned around, he saw Yukimura had parked his bicycle in front of the dark brown wooden house on the right, "This is so beautiful, it's like a scene in summer." Dream."

"Then let's keep dreaming." Yukimura took Fuji's hand and led him around the wooden house. On the wide grass behind the house, there was a hanging basket made of rattan lying sideways, and the shriveled airbag silently lying on the side.

"Hot air balloon?" Fuji opened his blue eyes and couldn't hide his surprise as he watched Yukimura skillfully use the blower to blow the wind into the balloon, "You never said that you would... um, fly a hot air balloon?"

"During the Christmas holiday this year, it took me two weeks to learn it." Yukimura chuckled lightly. While the two of them were talking, the colorful sacs had slowly inflated, reflecting the blue sky like washing. A splash of gorgeous bright color is added to the canvas.

Bu Er stepped into the hanging basket, still looking at the beating flames in front of him with some disbelief, as if igniting the air, causing the balloon to fly into the air with the hanging basket, and slowly swayed away from the ground. The wooden house gradually shrinks, and the violet lavender stretches in front of you, covering the mountains and plains, connecting to the sky at the end, as if gradually changing from light to dark blue to warm purple, like the palette in the hand of God pouring down. s color.

The hot air balloon floats between the sky and the earth in a leisurely manner like this, lying on the edge of the gondola, the wind blows past the ears, and the clouds are so close that they can be touched, "I feel like I have grown a pair of Clumsy wings." His blue eyes focused on everything in front of him, "If this is a dream, it must be the most beautiful dream I have ever had."

Yukimura leaned against the rope connecting the hanging basket, turned his head sideways, his purple eyes cast a faint shadow of Fuji: "It's a pity, you didn't bring your camera."

"Hey... this kind of scenery, if you put your heart into it, you can remember it for a lifetime."

Volume [-] [Fragrant Lavender] The End

The third volume [Where is the enchanting poppy] please look forward to it

I'm just a bad name, stall hand

☆, Lost in the episode

If you ask Kirihara who is the most admired person, the one-stringed little kelp will definitely grab your collar and shake you even more like a pendulum and say loudly: "Minister, Minister! Of course it is the Minister!"

Although that person has not been his minister since a long time ago.

From the indifference at the beginning, to the determination to defeat, to the admiration and longing at the end, it is hard to tell what kind of change process it is.

Kirihara still remembered that not long after entering Lihai, the huge and complicated campus made his brain ache.Asked by a tablemate who was busy at the last minute to deliver things to the drama club, Kirihara fumbled and finally delivered, but couldn't help but fumbled and walked back.

Seeing that the time for homework is approaching, Kirihara is almost aimlessly running around the campus with a tennis bag on his back.Suddenly, out of the corner of his eye, he saw a very familiar figure leaning against the wall, slammed on the brakes, and then stepped back a few steps, with violet hair and eyes of the same color, his coat was draped over his shoulders, and he looked at it with a smile on his chest For himself, Kirihara could feel his voice stuttering: "Minister! Ministry! Minister!!! You! Why are you here!"

"Come pick up the lost child and go home." Yukimura turned around and walked gracefully.

"Oh." Kirihara lowered his head and silently followed behind.

When he arrived at the tennis court, Liu, who was flipping through the materials on the sidelines, said without raising his head, "Kirihara, I'm late for the team work. Today's training volume has doubled."

"Wait." Yukimura answered calmly, saw Kirihara looking over hopefully, and smiled warmly, "Three times, count as my guide fee."

"Minister...Minister!"

"Oh, have an opinion?"

"No...no..." Kirihara swallowed his saliva and took a step back, but he only dared to shed wide kelp tears silently in his heart. Three times more, he estimated that he could still breathe, and four times he would really die, "I... I went to training."

During Kirihara's two years in the middle division, he played twelve games with Yukimura, without winning or scoring.

Just like a god, there are no dead ends and invulnerable.

Kirihara never thought that such a powerful existence would fall in the subway station in winter, and would lose to a brat who was one year younger than him.

That feeling is like a person lost in a strange street in the cold winter, cold and hesitant.

When Yukimura fell down, Kirihara firmly believed that he would come back, and led them to the top without hesitation.

Did come back, but lost.

Minister, how can you lose to others first!

The cornflowers are gone, the national competition is over, the seniors are busy with the entrance exams, and the burden of the tennis club has gradually shifted to Kirihara's shoulders. Even if he becomes the minister himself, he still can't change his mind to chase after Yukimura and call him the minister.

When the cherry blossoms were in full bloom, several seniors had gone their separate ways, and the nearest one was at the other end of the campus.

When I heard that Yukimura no longer participated in the tennis club, or even played tennis anymore, Kirihara ran to the teaching building of the advanced department in disbelief.I bumped into Liu on the road, and then I realized that minister Guosan's over-hasty rehabilitation in order to catch up with the national competition that year eventually left the root cause of the disease. Today's high-intensity sports will cause an excessive load on the body.

Kirihara sat alone on the lounge chair by the tennis court until dark, then gritted his teeth and led the elementary school to take the championship trophy of the national competition back to the display cabinet in the lounge.

After being promoted to the higher department, he still couldn't change his mind and chased after that person, shouting 'Minister, Minister'.Looking at Yukimura's gentle and warm smile, there is always a sense of peace of mind that no matter where he gets lost, he will be brought back.

Then he was valued by the club and went abroad for training.I don't know when it started, but in the end I was the only one who crawled forward on the unknown road of tennis.

When a person closes his eyes and does ImageTraining, Yukimura's figure will appear across the net from time to time, still powerful, dazzling, and unbeatable.Only when playing tennis can I feel the existence of that person so clearly.

The moment he lost his way on the streets of Paris, Kirihara thought of Yukimura without hesitation.

Sitting on the front steps of the building, waiting for the man to come back and chase after him shouting 'Minister, I'll beat you! ’, saying it like nothing has changed even though I know it won’t happen.

It's like knowing that it's a wrong road, but I'm drifting away.