[Net King] Pilgrim

The curtains were not drawn tightly, and looking out through the gap, the sky showed a dark blue sky with few stars, and the surroundings gradually became quiet.

Their breathing was deep and shallow, and they were seized by great fatigue at the moment. One just played a game during the day, and the other just finished a few performances in the past two days, and they didn't even eat dinner...

In the dark and quiet bedroom, Machida turned around slightly and wanted to go to the living room to get his mobile phone, but just as he made a move, a pair of strong hands grabbed her around the waist and pulled her back.

Echizen Ryoma closed his eyes, covered by his slightly messy forehead hair, his voice was still a little hoarse, "Don't go back..." He muttered in a low voice, "Stay here tonight...don't go back."

The skin was pressed against each other, Machida breathed lightly, and instinctively reached out to touch his sweaty cheek, "I won't go." She said softly, wrapped in the hot flashes, her slightly curly long hair spread out, "I'm a little hungry, do you want to get up and eat with me?"

Echizen Ryoma sank his head into the pillow, shook his head slightly, and said in a vague voice, "I'm going to take a bath first."

The lights in the living room were still on, and the curtains of the floor-to-ceiling windows were half drawn, and the other half showed the night scene of London decorated with candles. The London Eye lit up by the lights formed a huge blue halo, like bright stars in the night sky.

The sound of water soon came from the bathroom. Machida put on an Echizen Ryoma T-shirt, the baggy clothes covered his thighs, his hair was pulled casually, and went to the living room.

The food on the table is still there, fortunately, the lunch box has not been opened.But it wasn't that hot after all, it was warm, she washed her hands and sat down at the dining table, while eating a chicken burger, she flipped through the phone in her handbag with the other hand.

Before she left, she told Erica to go out with her boyfriend at night, but... what happened later was unexpected.She glanced at the time, hesitated for a moment, or just sent a text message, telling Erica that she lived outside and would go back to pick up her luggage when she got up early tomorrow.

Erica quickly replied OK with a smiley face, saying that she went to the bar with her friends after the celebration dinner and would not return until later.

Their performance contract with the show has expired, and they are not long-term resident shows in the West District. Apart from possible follow-up related activities, they don't need to be busy at this stage.

There are a lot of news pushes accumulated in the phone, and Machida deleted all the unimportant ones. Finally, he clicked on the ins, thought about it, and picked a group photo of everyone in front of the stage after the evening performance from the phone album, uploaded it, and wrote in English words of thanks.

After she finished eating the hamburger, she ran to the refrigerator to get the matcha mille-feuille, and sat back at the dining table before looking at her phone. There were already many messages on that post.

One of the comments with the most likes... Congratulations on her finally being able to eat mille-feuille cake?

Machida couldn't help laughing. After reading each message, most of them were positive, and there were some doubtful voices, and the words were very rude, but this did not prevent her from feeling warm because of those words of encouragement.

She thought of Echizen Ryoma inexplicably, and when she thought of him being supported and encouraged by fans, she should also be grateful.

While in a trance, his finger accidentally touched the search bar, and the page jumped to a screen full of pictures.

She glanced casually, and just happened to see that rather special photo.

It is an aerial shot of the auditorium of the tennis court. The crowds of people are cheering and cheering, holding up a huge banner, which almost covers more than a dozen rows of spectators. The white banner is printed with bold black words——RyomaEchizen

Infinite emotions surged in her heart, she clicked in, and when she looked up to see the account, she was taken aback for a moment.

When Echizen Ryoma came out of the bathroom, he saw Machida sitting at the dining table staring at his phone, and looked up at him in surprise, "Have you turned on Instagram?"

He wiped his hair with a towel for a while, seemed to think about it, then nodded, "Yeah." He went to the kitchen to get a can of soda, and tore off the tab, "I thought you knew about what happened yesterday."

Machida has been glued to the stage for the past two days, so naturally he didn't pay attention, "Didn't you use it before? Why did you suddenly..."

"I'm going to prepare to join the job network at the end of the year, so I'll use it at that time." Echizen Ryoma sat down at the dining table, squeezed a chicken nugget and put it in his mouth, "It just so happens that there is an opportunity now."

opportunity?

Machida looked down at the photo, and there was a sentence in the accompanying text.

"Wanted to thank my fans. I'm mapped for your continuous being on my side."

The comment area below frantically swiped the screen, from the initial shock that it was really Echizen Ryoma himself, to the later ecstasy.She turned her head to look at the person who was eating peacefully, and then looked at that sentence, and couldn't help but curl the corners of her mouth, wondering if he had thought about how to word it for a long time when he wrote this sentence.

"What are you laughing at?" He looked at her inexplicably.

She smiled and shook her head, "From yesterday to now, your number of fans is almost 200 million." She looked at him with her chin in her hand, thought for a while and said, "The last Japanese who opened Instagram and attracted a lot of attention was Yamashita Tomohisa, it broke a million in just over seven hours."

Echizen Ryoma's focus was elsewhere, "So you knew he had Instagram within seven hours, and you didn't know mine until a day later?"

"...I heard from a friend." Machida smelled jealously, "And what I mean is, your influence is almost as popular as a popular star." She pointed to the message under his ins, " The person who blew you a kiss is a well-known actress in Hollywood, I remember she publicly confessed her love to you last year."

Echizen Ryoma wasn't very interested in that message, and didn't read it. He took a sip of soda, "...I don't remember it." After a pause, he said, "I was thinking of you at that time."

Machida was slightly taken aback by the abrupt change of subject.

She couldn't help but bend her eyes and looked at him brightly, "What a coincidence, I was thinking of you at that time too."

They still missed each other at that time, and now they have accompanied and encouraged each other to come to the present, and the future will be the same.

After finishing dinner, Machida went to take a shower, and when he returned to the bedroom, he found that Echizen Ryoma had already fallen asleep.

The night was getting quieter, she turned off the lights, lifted the quilt and leaned over, leaned closer and asked, "Are you asleep?"

The surroundings were silent, and his hard and clean facial features were outlined by the faint moonlight.She remembered that he said before that no matter what happened, he would be with her, maybe he was saying that he was willing to share troubles together, and she really realized this sentence these days.

"Ryoma, I love you." She said softly.

The next moment, she felt his arms around her waist, but she didn't say anything, her eyes were still closed.

... He was clearly not asleep, so he deliberately ignored her.

Machida pursed his lips, put his arm around behind him, and his eyelids gradually became heavy. Just before he fell into a boundless dream, he vaguely heard a low voice above his head, "Good night."

The next morning, the sky was bright.Machida got up early in the morning and went back to her original residence to pack her luggage. She didn't bring too many things, so she packed it up quickly and put the 20-inch wheel box in Echizen Ryoma's apartment.

After being busy for so long, the two finally had time to realize their previous plan of dating.

Echizen Ryoma had three days off, but he had to go back to training at noon on the third day, and there were still a few seasons to participate in, and in fact there were only two days to go out, so the two decided to stay in downtown London.

The sun was bright and hot. Machida wore a loose printed short dress, a casual jacket, and sunshade glasses. He took Echizen Ryoma to see the graffiti wall in the East End of London.

He only wore a simple and neat T-shirt and trousers, and deliberately disguised himself without losing his handsome silhouette. He was walking down the street with one hand pulled by her. Machida, who was beside him, couldn't help it with his lazy appearance in the morning. Live to take a few more glances.

Arriving at the Red Brick Lane in the East District, the style of hippie punk comes to your face. The walls are connected by continuous graffiti paintings, painting a world full of vitality, where people walk in the paintings.

The two strolled down the street without a specific plan, and unexpectedly walked to the nearby Nomad Park. The graffiti on the walls showed an increasingly crazy scene. It looked like an abandoned barren land, but it was actually an art community for free creation.

Planting boxes for fruits and vegetables, coffee shops for simple meals, and handmade classrooms...chaotic and orderly, it is like traveling to another time and space, like Utopia.

Machida happily tugged at the hem of Echizen Ryoma's jacket, "Let's go draw, on the white T-shirt." She pointed to the lintel of the low building in front of her, which was a painting classroom.

"Will you wear it after painting?"

"If it looks good, I will wear it, if it doesn't look good, I will wear it for you."

"..."

The lady owner, wearing a long floral dress, greeted her with a smile.The two entered the store and found that there were already several young people who were chatting, laughing and creating, sitting on the concrete floor tiles, leaning on the sofa, and nestled in the corner, with casual postures.

When Echizen Ryoma took off his sunglasses, he was quickly recognized, and Machida was no exception.Others could tell they were lovers at a glance, but seeing their obviously low-key demeanor, they politely refrained from prying and disturbing them.

Machida picked out a white T and spread it out on the table. The material was lined with something to prevent dyeing, and boxes of textile paints of various colors were scattered beside it.

People who control the field very well on the stage, and people who are proud of themselves on the tennis court are very in harmony with each other and have no talent in painting.

"This place...it's better to use blue." She stood by the table and rinsed the paintbrush to dip in the paint.

He frowned and stopped her, "Blue and orange will get dirty together."

……

Halfway through the painting, Echizen Ryoma felt that Machida Kazu would eventually force him this "masterpiece".

There was some lemon yellow paint on her forehead, Echizen Ryoma took a look and laughed, "You painted it all over your face."

Machida rubbed it with the back of his hand and put it in front of his eyes, only to realize that it was there, and looked up at him again, thoughtfully, "Your face is quite clean."

Echizen Ryoma naturally knew what she was going to do next, and grabbed her troublesome hand in advance, Machida Kazu couldn't help laughing, "Ah, the plan failed."

At this time, there was a sudden "click" from the side, both of them were taken aback, and turned their heads to look at the same time.

The shopkeeper on the opposite side held the camera and smiled apologetically, "Sorry, I just wanted to record this happy moment." The instant camera spit out a photo after a while, she looked down and handed it to the two with a smile.

"Thank you." Echizen Ryoma smiled lightly, took it over and looked at it.

The background of the photo is a wall covered with albums, stained by the light from the window. He and Machida wore aprons covered in paint, and stood in front of the table, laughing and chatting boredly. The T-shirts on the table were painted in an unknown what is...

As soon as Machida looked at the photo, he burst out laughing, "Let's draw another one, one for each of us."

By the time the two T-shirts with abstract paintings were completed, it was already afternoon, and the sun was shining through the leaves of the sycamore tree, casting shade on the ground.

The color was mixed with toning oil and fully adhered to the fabric. After drying, the owner helped them do the final ironing work. The original bright color became brighter, and he told them some precautions, such as how to Leave and wash.

Coming out of the studio, Machida unfolded one of the T-shirts, and walked with his hands up, "Shall we wear them tomorrow?"

Echizen Ryoma glanced at the mixed color blocks on it, colorful and colorful, "...don't."