To my love Yukimura

A door separates the ward and the corridor into two worlds.

The bustling corridors, the cries of children and passers-by hurriedly made Yukimura feel like he was wandering outside.

"Ah-ha-ah-ha-"

Difficult panting sounds everywhere, squeezed out bit by bit from the lungs, entered bit by bit from the throat, every step was extremely difficult.

——If I were to die, it would be a pain to live!

Yukimura thought about three years ago, when he was on the hospital bed, he seemed to have thought of death.

If the operation is not successful, it is better to die.

What if she?

If so, what would she think?

He himself was negative, but he hoped that she would continue to live and live firmly, so that he would have the opportunity to slowly approach her heart...

Maybe this kind of self is despicable, but he really hopes that the person who is by her side is him.

Yukimura didn't know why he didn't open the door and go in.

The chestnut-haired boy pushed the door twice and they looked at each other four times, but each time he chose to give up.

He didn't have the courage to push open that door and step into that hurdle.

"Are you really not going in?" After going back and forth several times, he heard the boy's voice in doubt.

Shaking his head, "No, I'll just stand for a while..."

Yukimura didn't want to talk, he felt that every time he opened his mouth, he would have difficulty breathing and his throat would be choked.

"Do you have time?" Yukimura heard himself saying this.

The boy was taken aback, "Yes."

"Want to compare with me?" With a slightly provocative tone, Yukimura knew it was wrong to do so, but he was eager to vent, and he needed a window to vent.

The boy tilted his head, "Click to the end."

"it is good."

The genius of Qing Xue is very strong.

But so what?

Except for the brat two years ago, he has maintained a record of winning all the time.

I remember that King Nio joked back then - the minister just opened the cheating device, can anyone get the second ball from him?

He has always believed in himself, impeccable.

"Yukimura-kun, your heart is not calm." He heard the boy say with his head tilted.

Tennis is a happy thing.

But that guy, it seems, has gone beyond the tennis position.

He is not happy.

Really unhappy, even after a hearty fight, he was still unhappy.

"She'll be fine."

I know.

Yukimura said in his heart that she will be fine.

The boy was going home, Yukimura was the only one left in the empty tennis court.

The setting sun stretched his figure very long, and a gust of wind blew by, bringing the rustling sound of leaves.

Yukimura recalled the afternoon several years ago, the girl was holding the easel, her long hair was blown by the breeze, she was very thin, as if she would be blown away by the wind at any time, the wind rolled up the girl's long skirt, he watched the girl leave His figure gradually blended into the afterglow of the setting sun, like a painting.

——Hey, dear junior, you must know that everything is more important than not dying, I haven't lived enough yet!

Slowly closing his eyes, the girl shaking her head seemed to be still in front of her eyes.

Yukimura suddenly laughed.

She hasn't lived enough, how could she leave so easily?

He still had to wait for her to nod, then took her hand and walked on.

Another week later, the girl appeared in the studio.

Wearing a water-red long dress, holding a paintbrush in her slender wrist, copying a sketch of Rembrandt's character.

Yukimura doesn't like to paint figures alone, he prefers to integrate people into landscape paintings with clear light and shade.

There are some things that cannot be expressed in black and white.

Kubo Arashi likes to draw sketches, but she draws very well. Her characters are quite vivid, and every movement is quite accurate.

If Yukimura hadn't known about her past, he would definitely have regarded her as a student of an art school.

In the words of Mr. Yamamoto, she has fully possessed the ability of an original artist.

Whether it is animals or characters, she grasps it very well.

Yukimura had seen Kubo Arashi's drawing book, which contained a lot of content. Yukimura once guessed that Kubo Arashi should have gone to many places during the two years of disappearance, because some buildings were not from Japan.

"Good morning." After stopping the brush, the girl named Kubo turned her head and looked at the boy, her eyes were as dark and deep as a deep pool.

Yukimura froze for a moment, then smiled, the smile was brighter than spring.

"Good morning." Putting down the easel, he seemed to inadvertently ask, "Why didn't you come to the studio a few days ago?"

The girl smiled, "There's something wrong, isn't it here?" The girl's eyes were bright, like stars in the sky.

"If you don't come next time... remember to tell me..." Yukimura smiled softly.

The girl avoided Yukimura's gaze, and turned her face to the side. Yukimura didn't seem to notice her embarrassment, but just looked at her directly.

After a long time, the girl's dry voice came, "Next time, I will definitely tell you."

Next time, will there be a next time?

Yukimura felt short of breath, as if something was blocked in his throat.

"There will be no next time..."

"No more next time..."

It seemed as long as a century later, Yukimura heard the girl's voice softer than a feather, "Okay."

The girl looked sideways out of the window, the sunlight outlined the girl's clear outline, so clear that she could see the longest eyelash near the corner of her eye and the fine down on her face.

On the drawing board, there is a girl in a swimsuit with her eyes closed, as if she is taking a deep breath, with her hands stretched high, and a swimming pool is beneath the girl.

"Is it pretty?" Noticing Yukimura's gaze, the girl took down the painting, as if asking about the weather.

Yukimura didn't speak, he didn't know what to say.

"This girl is my model, a talented and hard-working diver. Her brother, like you, also plays tennis. I heard that she is quite famous." The girl said in a nostalgic tone.

"Really?" Yukimura just echoed softly, and did not express his opinion.

Kubo Arashi put down the painting, sighed slightly, "I really miss—"

"Maybe I will really work as a studio in the future, and I hope to go to a more promising studio."

"That's good, when you need a model, you can draw me, and I will be your model." Yukimura said with a smile.

The girl froze for a moment, lowered her head, and said nothing.

He clenched his hands and then loosened them. Facing such a girl, he felt powerless.

She didn't even give him extravagance.

When Mr. Yamamoto came to the studio, the studio returned to a quiet state, only the rustling sound of the pen tip rubbing against the drawing paper could be heard.

Seeing the girl seriously painting, Yukimura couldn't help picking up the brush and drawing the girl's appearance.

Time passed little by little, from morning to afternoon, he didn't move.

Until get out of class is over, until my stomach starts to protest.

Looking up in the direction of the girl——

she's not there.

"She left at noon." Mr. Yamamoto looked at Yukimura meaningfully.

"Although I don't know what happened to you, as a teacher, I still want to say, if Yukimura-kun is not serious, let her go."

After a pause, Mr. Yamamoto sighed faintly:

"Because what you are facing is not just love."

☆、To my lover Yukimura 13

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