behind the glitz of the net king

It started to rain lightly at dusk, Echizen Ryuetsu and Atobe Keigo walked side by side in the deserted street under umbrellas, the toes of milky white sneakers were already wet and smudged.

Later, she dragged her tired and lazy body in the car, watching Atobe's exquisite facial features gradually blur.The lights outside the window were faintly dim, and the figures were scattered.

She didn't know until a long time later that the sound of the pattering rain made Ryoma toss and turn on the bed that night, and he opened his eyes wide to review the furnishings of the entire room.Ryoma remembered that someone said that this is the only way to be comfortable. That person should be in someone else's arms now.

Ryoma pushed away the damp and heavy quilt, walked into the living room with slippers on and took a sip of cold water.After a large piece of cold passed through my throat, I became more awake, and I couldn't sleep well.

The remaining slippers were still lying messily beside the coffee table. He scratched his short dark green hair and kicked the two corpses away, then he nestled on the sofa without turning on the light. Call up.

Long Ma pursed his lips tightly, not knowing what he wanted to say, but feeling inexplicably irritated in his heart.The sound of the rain in the receiver was loud, and Taocheng's voice was distorted, like an old-fashioned radio, and the words could barely be heard, "Why... Broken in love?"

"No." Ryoma's voice was chilled by the cold water just now, and the darkness in the living room melted into Ryoma's eyes.

Taocheng was lying on the bed at his house looking at the ceiling, and said in a strange tone with a bit of drowsiness: "Really? Don't lie to me, speak out your eccentricity boldly, I can bear it."

The temperature in the room suddenly dropped by more than ten degrees, Ryoma twitched the corners of his mouth after staying for a long time: "What do you want to say..."

"Young man, I can barely understand sister obsession." Taocheng turned over and said cautiously, the quilt had already been scratched into deep and shallow folds by him excitedly, "It's okay, tell me the senior, I will never spread it. "

"Long Yue and I have no blood relationship." Long Ma leaned on the side of the sofa, his eye sockets slowly sank in, his hand holding the phone and his voice trembled a little, "Senior Taocheng, what does it look like to like someone ?”

"... Seeing her smile makes me feel happy, seeing her sad makes me feel sad, seeing her cry makes me want to comfort her, sometimes my heart beats non-stop." Taocheng sat up startled by Ryoma's previous words, For the next sentence, the corners of his mouth gently moved upwards.

"It seems... I don't meet the characteristics of liking someone." Longma's amber eyes were a little sad, and they traced back to the source of memory, and there was no even a small change in so many years.The wind blew the door loudly, and the breath of the rain swaggered into the room, "But why am I so uncomfortable? Why..."

"Because you have fallen in love with her a long time ago, and it is no longer a young love, Ryoma."

Sometimes you just need to touch the mystery lightly. Those feelings hidden deep in the memory that have never been noticed, like seeds that have been frozen for a long time, burst out of the ground and spread wildly in all directions. All of them are shocked at that moment. .A nine-twist series that relieves emotions like a dream.

"I'm used to her wiping away her tears when she gets hurt, she's used to taking care of herself when she's tired from playing, she's used to her laughing and squandering, she's used to running around but staying for me, I'm used to her... she'll come back by my side."

"..."

"I thought she would still turn her face and smile at me like before, and wake up one day and see her beside me. I thought..."

"..."

"But she is not Echizen Long Yue, and her surname is not Echizen. I want to live in my memory, but I have been deceiving my ears."

The receiver slipped down from Ryoma's hand in slow motion, all the sound of rain was blocked from hearing, Ryoma quietly closed his eyes dirty by the night and let out a dull voice.

Taocheng finally changed the topic gently on the phone: "The weather forecast says that there will be no rain in Tokyo for a long time, unless it is artificial rainfall."

It wasn't just the rain that made the noise.It's just that the rainy season doesn't come back again.

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