To my love Yukimura

Can you hear my heartbeat?

can you see my tears

Can you?

Before you know it, autumn is here again.

The teacher has been talking about "the first national common academic ability test", and the family has already started to persuade Yukimura not to go to the studio anymore, but to concentrate on the exam in January.

Every day, the students are exchanging various cram schools, which are expensive, but because of the guidance of the so-called famous teachers, many people "flock to them". Kubo Arashi is not in good health, but he was admitted to Meiji University, which ranks very high in Japan , although he says he doesn't mind if the person he likes has a higher education than him, in fact Yukimura himself quite minds.

"Zaoda is good, and Yiqiao is also good. Of course, Dongda and Jingda are the best, but that would be a lot of pressure... Jingshi, have you decided where to go?" My mother kept talking about this matter, It's the same as the teacher in the school said.

"Kyoto University." Yukimura said without thinking.

He remembered that Chiba Fei belonged to the University of Tokyo. Although he had no contact with her, it would be embarrassing to see her.

The most important thing is that Yukimura doesn't want Kubo to think about it, after all, they knew each other back then.

"A lot of pressure recently?"

In the milk tea room, the girl on the opposite side looked at me with a smile, and the boredom in my heart was dispelled a lot at once.

"No, just a little disgusted." Yukimura rarely sighed, he never knew that the family would be more nervous than himself.

Even in the competition, I never felt the awkward feeling, as if overnight, everyone around me became nervous, of course, I can only keep this in my heart.

"Just get used to it." The girl stirred the milk tea with a straw, "That's how I came here back then."

"Really?" Yukimura tilted his head curiously, "Tell me."

The girl smiled very treacherously, her eyes narrowed like a little fox: "Ha, so I only took the 'first academic ability test'!" After speaking, the girl smiled triumphantly.

"Are you recommended?" Yukimura was surprised. Only very good students can be recommended. For example, Yoko Kazama, who was No.1 from elementary school to high school, is said to be competing for it by several schools.

The school is not the same as the school, Yukimura sighed, there are too many talented people in Lihai, and it is hard to say who is the best.

Kubo Lan also knew the reason why Yukimura could not be escorted by Li Hai, so he changed the topic with a smile.

Leaving the milk tea shop, the two walked on the street.

The ground is covered with autumn leaves, the streets are golden, and the crunching sound of shoes on the dry leaves is very pleasant.

He watched her step by step in the fallen leaves, and he remembered that a long time ago, it was also such a season, she was wearing a red woolen sweater, white straight pencil pants, and what looked like a pair of white canvas shoes under her feet.

She happily jumped up and down among the fallen leaves, raising a pile of broken leaves under her feet, tilting her head and looking at him with a dazzling smile.

Maybe it was that heartbeat, maybe it was a long time ago.

He had never seen anyone who looked better in red than her.

It can be quiet or aggressive.

Those were all her, the one who lived vividly in his memory.

Yukimura doesn't know what Kubo Arashi is thinking now, she always smiles, using a perfect smile to cover up her original emotions, just like herself.

Yukimura thought that when he was with Chiba a long time ago, Chiba always thought of a child, not referring to her character but to her way of dealing with things. She always liked to hide behind her, cautiously, like a bird that was always frightened status bunny.

And Kubo is the kind of invincible female samurai, going forward bravely, even with the last ounce of strength, she still has to draw her sword, maintaining the spirit of her samurai sword.

Such a character can neither be called good nor bad.

Such Kubo made Yukimura very helpless.

She was indifferent, always standing in a certain position, neither far nor near, and let herself watch, but she couldn't take a step forward.

Yukimura felt a little tired.

Why can she maintain such a smile, why is she never impatient or calm, like a sculpture?

He once thought about giving up and making friends with other girls. It's not that he doesn't have the capital. Every Valentine's Day, he receives more love letters than his teammates combined. When he waved, many girls would come beside him.

But those are not her...

From the first meeting, from the day he met her, Yukimura felt that his life had quietly changed.

He is no longer who he was.

"Hey Kubo, are you tired?"

He raised his head and asked her who was still stepping on fallen leaves next to her. It seemed that she hadn't changed at all in two years.

Except that the hair is so short.

The girl was startled, paused, raised her head, and smiled sweetly, "'Tired'?"

"No--"

He raised his head, stared fixedly at the pale girl, and said word by word, "But I'm tired."

The girl froze.

"You know? I'm very tired. Chasing a relationship that doesn't respond is a very tiring thing." He looked at the girl, as if he wanted to imprint her in his heart.

He was forcing her, forcing her to respond.

He still didn't believe that she didn't have him in her heart. That kind of answer was too cruel, and he didn't want to pay attention to it.

"..."

She didn't speak, only silence responded to him.

He broke her shoulders and could see her expression clearly.

She bit her lower lip and closed her eyes stubbornly.

She doesn't look at him.

Don't want to, or dare not?

"You..." He couldn't say anything else, he still didn't want to force her.

He couldn't even ask "why" because he knew that without an answer, she wouldn't give him an answer.

She is silent, and he is also silent.

In the empty streets, even the wind is unwilling to disturb their silence.

After a long time, she raised her head and smiled wryly, "Jingshi, why do you..."

"Why does it have to be me?"

The girl looked into his eyes, but seemed to be caught in some kind of memory.

He held the girl's hand, not knowing why, at this moment, the girl's expression made him feel scared, as if he would lose her the next moment.

The first time she called him Jingshi, it terrified him.

"Jingshi." She recalled his name again, as if imprinting it on her heart.

His heart was scorching hot, but the back of his spine was bursting with cold sweat.

"Jingshi." She called again, this time he saw tears in her eyes.

She pointed to her leg wearing a special shoe, "Look, Jingshi, I can't even jump, I can only walk slowly, if you get hurt on the training ground, I won't even have the strength to help you Not at all, Jingshi, you will go farther and farther in the future, but I can't keep up with your footsteps, how can my body be worthy of you?"

Her voice choked, and she lowered her head. He saw her crystal clear teardrops fall one by one on the broken golden leaves and flow into the ground.

This was the first time Yukimura saw her tears, and she made him feel distressed.

He grabbed her, pulled her into his arms, wrapped his arms tightly around her slender body, her tears printed on his heart through the shirt, and his heart was sore and uncomfortable.

"Don't hide, okay, I will walk slowly, always half a step slower than you, so, okay..."

She shook her head in his arms, Yukimura pressed against her hair, which smelled of jasmine.

He bowed his head and kissed her soft hair, "Lan, I like you."

☆、To My Lover Yukimura·End