[SD] Late Summer

Xiangyang in the evening has an extremely quiet scene.The sycamore trees that can be seen everywhere have gone through such a long time with this century-old famous school.It takes ten years to grow trees and a hundred years to cultivate people. I don’t know how many students have passed here, and their youth has deeply imprinted traces here.

After returning from the tea ceremony department, Ruo Sang, who was walking among them, took a deep breath involuntarily.

"Maybe I will miss this place very much after I graduate in the future. Although I will not be invited during school celebrations, I will still come and have a look." Ruo Sang looked at the surrounding scenery, feeling a little sad in his heart for some reason.

"Matsuba-san likes Xiangyang very much."

"Well, I like it very much."

"Matsuba-san is such an emotional person."

"Do I have it? Isn't it true Mr. Fuji that you are a little indifferent?" Ruo Sang joked.

"It's the first time someone says that about me, and I'm indifferent." Fujima pondered these words.

"Is there something or someone you like Fujisan-kun?" Ruo Sang looked at the scenery ahead.On the road full of sunset, those tall and old sycamore trees are dancing in shadows, with extraordinary posture.Among them, a few figures ran past from time to time, and were quickly integrated into the surrounding scenery.

Facing this question, Fujima didn't give an answer for a long time.

"As for me, I have a younger brother who loves basketball the most in the world. Really, I won't lie to you. I don't think there is anyone who loves basketball more than Xiaofeng. I even think he comes to I came to this world just for basketball. So, I really like him like that, I like watching him play basketball. I like how persistent and simple he is. I also really want his life like that. I have learned it before. Playing basketball, but I don’t seem to have any talent. So then I just watched him play, that’s all, watching him all the time, I can forget the time..."

The girl walking in the sunset slowly recounted the story between her, her younger brother and basketball as she walked.Fujima walked beside her, listening to her talk quietly.The voice, which seems to be colored and warmed by the setting sun, warms people's hearts on this late autumn evening.

"I am back."

"Come back, Ruosang."

"Father," Ruo Sang saw his father who was busy in the kitchen, "It smells so good, do you want to eat hot pot today?"

"Yeah, it's best to eat hot pot when the weather is cold."

"Wow, that's really great!" Ruo Sang smelled the aroma of the hot pot soup, "It's so fragrant. It must be delicious!"

"It will be ready soon." Looking at her daughter's greedy face, Matsuba Yokai smiled knowingly.

"It must be because your cooking skills are so good, Dad, that's why mom's cooking skills are like this." Ruo Sang couldn't help but start eating.

"Your mother is too busy."

"Father, you are really considerate. If you are not at home on a business trip in the future, aren't you afraid that we will starve to death?"

"No, nonsense! Don't you know how to cook?"

"Yes, yes, if mom doesn't do it, I have to do it. Fortunately, I have inherited this from you, otherwise I would really starve to death." Ruo Sang said mischievously to her father.

"Actually, your mother was also very good at cooking when she was your age, but she just got used to it later."

"Eh, no way?!" Ruo Sang was surprised to hear this.She really can't believe it after learning what her mother's cooking skills are like.

"it is true."

"Then, Dad, aren't you childhood sweethearts with Mom? Has she ever made lunch for you?" Ruo Sang was really curious about the affair between his parents.

"Bento. It seems that there is no such thing."

"Not once?"

"Does it count when you're sick and in the hospital?"

"It doesn't count."

"That's... no. On the contrary, I did it for her many times, also when I gave birth to you. Your mother was not used to the food in the hospital at that time, so she insisted that I send it there every day. At that time, the same ward Another woman saw it and asked her husband to bring her meals every day, but the husband couldn’t cook.”

"There is such a thing. It's the first time I've heard of it, and you haven't told me."

"Then you never asked us."

"Then Dad, why did you and your mother name me Ruo Sang back then?" Thinking about it, Ruo Sang couldn't help but think of this question.

"Why do you ask that all of a sudden?"

"It's nothing, it's just that I was asked like this before."

"That's right." Song Yu Yanghai looked at the daughter in front of her lovingly. In a blink of an eye, she will soon grow up, "That's because when you were born, there was a very tall plant in front of your mother's delivery room. Mulberry tree, I heard from the nurses in the hospital that this mulberry tree existed before their hospital was built. I don’t know how many years have passed, but it has always been so lush. So at that time, your mother and I wanted you to be like that tree Although the mulberry tree is very ordinary, it can grow strong despite the wind and rain.”

"dad……"

"Ruosang, in fact, your mother and I don't ask you to be outstanding or outstanding in the future, as long as you can be happy. When I sent you to Xiangyang, to be honest, I really couldn't let it go. You child I have always been very serious and attentive to everything, so I am afraid that you..."

"It's okay dad, I'm okay, really." Ruosang shook his head desperately, but the tears in his eyes couldn't stop, falling drop by drop.

Father's love is not always as meticulous as mother's, but it always appears when you need it most.Perhaps this is its depth and breadth.

Autumn and winter come.Soon, another year of Christmas is coming.

October 12, Sunday.

On this day, Ruo Sang got up early and dressed neatly, made breakfast and took a takeaway to go out.

Today is her annual "date day" with her brother.

In fact, it was a date, and it was just the two of them going shopping together.

Rukawa Feng's body has grown rapidly in the past few years, and the clothes bought last year are often not worn this year.So every year the heavy responsibility of accompanying him to buy clothes fell on Ruo Sang, because if her elder sister didn't go with her, Ruchuan Feng would buy a lot of identical clothes home.

"Sister." As soon as she arrived at the station, her younger brother was already there waiting for her.

A heavy chill condensed in the air, and the cold wind was everywhere, trying hard to penetrate into the clothes.Ruosang was wearing thick gloves and a scarf, and was so cold that he stomped his feet.And Rukawa Feng was just wearing a thin coat, calm and relaxed in the cold December wind.

The men and women waiting for the bus all looked at them.

It was the first time they had seen such outstanding boys and girls.

"Hey," a few girls who looked like students came up, "Are you... are you students?"

Ruo Sang smiled slightly: "Yes."

"Wow, where are you from?"

"We..." Ruo Sang glanced at her younger brother, "We are not from the same school."

"Eh? Then..." Those girls were obviously at a loss.

"Well, if you want to know Xiaofeng's school, you should be more honest." Ruo Sang pretended to be angry.

"Please tell us~" Several girls put their hands together in a gesture of please.

"Then Xiao Feng, should I tell them?" Ruo Sang looked at his younger brother with a smile on his face, while Ru Chuan Feng just stared at the front with a blank expression, and then said: "Sister, the car is here."

Then stepped into the car.

"Well, that's it, bye~"

Sitting in the car, there are still many eyes in all directions.

"Ah, Xiaofeng, how many times has this happened to you? It seems that every time I go to the street with you." Ruo Sang teased her younger brother in a good mood, "Look at how popular you are. , Sister, I am really lost."

Rukawa Feng on the side was silent.

But Ruo Sang has long been used to this.

"Xiaofeng, if you are like this now, you will be troubled in the future. Now, Xiaofeng, do you have a girl you like? Do you have any?"

"No." Rukawa Feng replied honestly.

"Isn't there... ah, you are going to fall in love with basketball in the future, right?" Ruosang imagined such a scene, and he was terrified, "Then Xiaofeng, what kind of girl do you like?"

Rukawa Feng felt his sister's extraordinary enthusiasm today, thought about this question seriously for a while, and then replied: "It doesn't matter, just like my sister."

Ruo Sang: "..."

Hey, boy, what does it mean to be indifferent? Since it doesn't matter, what does it mean to "just be like my sister"? Why do you want to "be like my sister"? !

Although today is not officially Christmas, the whole city center already has a very strong Christmas atmosphere.The Christmas trees that can be seen everywhere are covered with Santa Claus with snowflake balls, and all shopping malls have posted posters of Christmas sales in the most prominent places. The amiable Santa Claus and his reindeer in the window are friendly to everyone. Greet passersby.And the Christmas program specially prepared for lovers is also in full swing to seize all advertising time...

Really, it's obviously a Westerner's holiday, but why are everyone so serious about it?

Ruo Sang thought it was really subtle.

But no matter what, it is still very good to enjoy such an atmosphere.

However, is the guy who can sleep while yawning and thinking in such a situation really a person from Earth? !

Ruo Sang shook the younger brother beside him violently, and then dragged him into the Christmas shopping army.

"Xiao Feng, how about this dress?" Ruo Sang picked up a dress and asked her brother with a smile.

Rukawa Kaede: "zzzzzz..."

"Xiaofeng, what about this one?" Ruosang picked up another one and asked with a smile.

Rukawa Kaede: "zzzzzz..."

Ruo Sang: "..."

The clerk at the side: "..."

Although the same scene was repeated every time the younger brother who accompanied her came to buy clothes, Ruo Sang didn't get bored with it.She still picked up the clothes and put them on her sleeping brother, as she had done countless times before, and bought them for him when she thought it was suitable.

They are such siblings.

Maybe it is Ruo Sang who is taking care of this younger brother now, and it is Rukawa Feng who needs his older sister.

But in the future, in the countless lives to come, they will know how to support each other.

Even, I'm afraid I'm already beginning to understand it.

In addition to buying clothes, Ruo Sang also has another important task in the street, which is to buy gifts for the whole family.

Of course, this also includes a gift from her younger brother Rukawa Kaede.

"Well, has Xiaofeng thought about what she wants this year?" Walking among the dazzling array of products, Ruo Sang was a little dizzy.

"No."

"No, wait a minute, this," Ruo Sang said, taking off a dark brown scarf hanging by his hand, "Xiao Feng, try this?"

Rukawa Feng lowered his head and asked his sister to hang the scarf around his neck.

"You don't wear a scarf when you go to school by bike, do you think it's too troublesome?"

"Yes." Rukawa Feng replied honestly.

"Really. It's so cold now, but thanks to your athlete's body, you can still bear it. Why don't I buy you a scarf this year?"

After gesticulating the scarves in their hands, the two continued to stroll elsewhere.

"Ah, Xiaofeng, look quickly, Sharp has launched a new mobile phone." Ruo Sang pulled his younger brother towards him with excitement.

"Wow, it feels really good..." Looking at the dazzling Sharp mobile phone in the glass display case, Ruo Sang yearned infinitely.

Rukawa Kaede yawned again and again. His mobile phone was often turned off all year round because the owner forgot to turn it on, or simply did not charge it once it ran out of power, so that it is now a complete decoration.

Although Ruo Sang is more mature than ordinary people, she is still only a 16-year-old girl, and she is still very fond of and sensitive to these fashionable things.

While Ruo Sang was admiring the phone, a voice sounded behind her.

"Excuse me, are you Matsuba-san?"

Turning around, Imai Ruka stood in the middle of the crowd and greeted her with a smile.

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