Floating [free] [True Haruka] [Zong Rin]

The acceleration of the tram made both of them lean in the opposite direction uncontrollably, and the two who were sitting side by side touched each other lightly, and soon separated.

The weather was not very good, thick cumulonimbus clouds made the sky hang low, the scene outside the window flashed by, only the clouds changed very slowly.

Tachibana Makoto's scarf was naturally wrapped around Nanase Haruka's neck - if he remembered correctly, Tachibana Makoto brought two scarves to Tokyo, and the other one was still in his dormitory.He slowly figured out how to successfully return the scarf to the guy who was flushed with a cold cough when he got out of the car.

Because of a cold.

He glanced at Tachibana Makoto.

The guy was slapping his face, not sure if it was because of the cold.

"Makoto blushed."

"... just now I slapped my face too hard."

"Is Makoto an idiot?"

His face was flushed red.

Haruka Nanase cast her eyes out of the window again.

Neither of them tacitly mentioned what happened just now.

When I was young, I always held hands. When I grew up, I still had to stop Haruka Nanase from jumping into the water at the wrong time, so I couldn't use my physical advantage to put all my strength on my arms. Grabbing each other's arms vigorously, changing clothes together before swimming since childhood is not at all particular, just take off cleanly and put on the swimming trunks - if you say that each other treats each other sincerely, that's nothing That's it.

In this way, it's okay to welcome Xiao Xunran, whom I haven't seen for a long time, back from abroad, and it's nothing to hug, not to mention that they all have an extremely familiar atmosphere, and they are all boys.

Tachibana Makoto selectively ignored the resonance caused by her accelerated heartbeat and the other party.

"Obviously they're all boys."

He patted his face and threw the thought out of the window, and soon it was left behind by the speeding tram.

It was time to have lunch after getting off the tram, and the two deliberately got off the tram one stop earlier.

Seeing the fountain on the street, Tachibana Makoto subconsciously turned around and held Nanase Haruka's hand. Although it was the middle of winter, he couldn't guarantee that Nanase Haruka, who hadn't swim for a long time, would do anything out of the ordinary.

However, the sea-blue eyes only fluctuated slightly.

Tachibana Makoto looked at him in surprise.

When he came out of the restaurant again, Nanase Haruka just looked at the fountain, and then followed Tachibana Makoto who kept warming her hands, and Tachibana Makoto looked back at the big one in surprise. In fine weather, there will be a fountain as glorious as a waterfall.

"After returning from Australia, it seems that Haruka has completely changed her habit of getting wet when she sees water."

"Well. Because I just wanted to escape when I saw the flood."

In fact, that is the free form of water, galloping, wild, sweeping over, roaring and devouring everything it goes.

The water I mentioned is just a pet.It meekly accepts and even obeys those who break into its territory.

Maybe I like what I said.

In the end, Nanase Haruka still failed to wrap the scarf around Tachibana Makoto's neck, so she had to take the scarf back to the dormitory and plan to hang it with another one.

He knew that Tachibana Makoto did this with certainty, and he would never let himself be frozen for fear of trouble, so he would definitely wear one of the two scarves next time we met.

However, when he was hanging the scarf, he accidentally saw his two scarves next to him, but somehow remembered the two shirts he saw in Australia. The scarves are hanging together.

After returning to the dormitory and putting away his things, Nanase Haruka called Tachibana Makoto to report that he was safe and promised that he would take his medicine on time during his exam, while trotting to the swimming team to find the manager who was angry before .

However, he was not punished by writing a self-criticism as he expected. Instead, he deducted rest days to increase the amount of training, and raised the requirements for performance.

The manager looked at him with a complicated look of joy in his eyes.

"Ajian, you still didn't let him change?" After the training, the coach leaned on the chair opposite the manager and drank tea and chatted about Nanase Haruka.

"He thought about his parents' mobile phone number for so long, but Mr. Ju's number was reported out at once. After thinking about it, he still didn't let him change it. That's it, the rule is that the dead are alive, and it's not that there is no contact with his parents. method, we must contact them for major events." The manager was a little helpless, "and he knew exactly what I said at the time."

"What did he say?"

"'It must be one of the people I trust the most, who can handle all emergencies on my behalf, preferably family members—doesn't Zhenqin meet the requirements'."

"That's right."

"Yeah. When he said that, I felt that in many cases Tachibana-kun could even replace Nanase-kun. He was so reliable, or that Nanase-kun relied on him like this. This kind of dependence is very strange. It seems that I have entrusted a part of my life to another person. It is hard for me to imagine what Nanase-kun will look like after this part is stripped-a large part of the reason why Nanase-kun is Nanase-kun is because of Tachibana Jun. Just like what Takuma said before, Tachibana-kun always guides Nanase-kun into what he should be."

"Like those athletes who are always followed by their mothers?"

"It's not exactly, but it's a bit like that, that is, without that person, he can't exist independently as something."

"That's what Takuma said. If there is no Tachibana-kun, Nanase-kun may be able to go on in the future, but if there is him, Nanase-kun will be able to run. It is a relationship of support."

"Haruka, don't forget to take your medicine. Close the windows before going to bed, it might rain at night."

"Sender: Tachibana Makoto"

Nanase Haruka got up from the computer, slapped the medicine into her mouth, and drank a whole glass of water in one go.

Still thirsty after a whole afternoon in the pool.

"Makoto blushed."

"Is Makoto an idiot?"

It's as if there are only these two sentences in the end that there are so many words that are meaningful today.

Tachibana Makoto put both hands on the keyboard and tapped skillfully, the bandage on her right hand was taken off a long time ago and thrown into the trash can.

"You are really...you use mint ointment in the winter, and I told you not to use bandages and ointments when you are almost recovered, especially this ointment has hormones, which is not good for the skin." Morita Takuma Frowning and throwing him a hot towel, "Wipe it clean."

"Ah...thank you." Tachibana took the towel and wiped her hands, "Since you are pretending that you haven't recovered from the burn, you have to pretend to be a bit more serious. I'd like to ask you to give me a false testimony. I'm really sorry about this incident."

"That's not a big deal... When we were in middle school in our country, we did a lot of fighting wits and courage with teachers, school leaders, etc. Do you understand everything about Australia?"

Morita Takuma bit a lollipop, took the used towel and threw it into the basin of hot water, and asked vaguely.

"No. It feels like Haruka would not be willing to recall the events of the flood." Tachibana Makoto typed the last word on the computer, hit the Enter key, raised her head and smiled slightly.

Perhaps feeling the worry hidden under Tachibana Makoto's reluctant smile, Morita Takuma got up and patted him on the shoulder, and handed him a lollipop, "It's okay, then don't ask—here, chocolate flavor It's just that you really didn't ask a word? Aren't you curious?"

"No. Of course it's good that he is willing to tell me about Haruka's affairs. I will never ask about things he doesn't want to say. What's more, it is something that Haruka may be afraid of remembering." Since it was night, Tachibana Makoto thanked and did not Instead of eating it, he put it on the desk.

"Afraid? Flood? Nanase-kun said no, isn't he a person who likes water so much? And you...how do you feel like you are very experienced." Morita Takuma lightly threw the clean stick into the water Trash can, raised his eyes and glanced at Tachibana Makoto's movements, but didn't make a sound.

"Experience?" Tachibana Makoto didn't notice the sizing eyes of the other party, but asked a little puzzled.

"Hmm. Or, the fear of floods or something—it feels like you've experienced it too. That 'haruka is afraid' you keep saying, that kind of fear seems to grow out of your heart .It’s not understanding, it’s empathy.”

That sense of fear... to the mad water or to the emotion.

All in all the same.