The king of nets waits for the flowers on the other side to bloom

The beautiful boy always wakes up when the first ray of sunshine pours down in the morning. For some reason, he sleeps very tired today, and has an inexplicable feeling of distress.Putting the drawing board that had been idle for a long time on the balcony, thinking that the girl next door must have not woken up yet, I searched for those beautiful moments in my memory, picked up a brush and daubed them, and before I knew it, it was half the morning.

"Yukimura-kun, it's time to take your medicine." A nurse opened the door cautiously, and the beautiful boy in the sun looked back and smiled, just like she saw every day, the boy's beautiful smile reminded her instantly of smiling with herself last night. Farewell to the girl, Rieko Ichijo felt her eye sockets warm, and turned her head slightly to avoid the overly smart child in front of her from noticing the clues.

"A nurse, is Xiaoya still sleeping?" The seemingly unintentional question was actually a question that the beautiful boy had kept in his heart all morning, because his little fiancée hadn't woken up until this hour, this...is too unusual.

"...Well...probably...it's...you guys were too tired from playing yesterday. Hehe." A nurse didn't dare to look up at the sharp eyes of the beautiful boy, so she had to perfunctory and walked out with the medicine bottle.

The beautiful boy calmly watched a figure of a nurse leaving, put the paintbrush in his hand back on the table, got up silently and walked out the door.

The sun at 9 o'clock was still good, and the violet-haired boy stood at the door of the ward he was familiar with, looking at the neat hospital bed in the room that seemed to have been untouched last night, and felt something for the first time. It's called not knowing how to react and the panic that ensues.Yukimura Seichi never knew that when people were frightened to the limit, they would really tremble when they spoke.

"Fujisawa, where is she...?"

"Young Master, Young Madam underwent a heart transplant in the early morning, and is currently in the intensive care unit...hasn't woken up yet." A deep male voice appeared behind the boy.

"Good night, Seiichi~" The soft voice saying good night to myself last night sounded in my ears again, and at the same time, "Seiichi~aishiteru" under the fireworks.

The boy ran fast, although he knew that even if he ran slowly, she was still there, her operation was over, and she was still alive.She just accepted the operation that had only a 40% success rate for her, but he fell into a deep sleep when she needed his company the most, and when he woke up, he even had to ask others where she was. This is unforgivable!

He had to see her now, and the next second.

The thick glass separated the two worlds, and the young man's slender fingers slowly slid across the glass window, staring blankly at the pale figure in the room.After a long time, the young man said slowly in a gentle voice:

"Fujisawa, open the door."

"Little Master..."

"My order is not to be repeated a second time."

"Yes."

"Fuer Masami... how could you... be so cruel..." The young man in an isolation suit and a mask sat quietly beside the hospital bed, watching with beautiful eyes the man who was wearing a respirator on the bed and covered with various testing instruments. girl.

The voice of "Di...di...di..." echoed in the silent space, as if it was replacing the girl's soft and pleasant voice to tell the boy something.The girl in front of her seemed to disappear at any moment, lifeless.He stretched out his hand hesitantly and overlapped the girl's cool, slender and weak hand. In the previous 14 years of his life, the boy had never felt such deep fear like he did now.Yes, fear.The boy who made his opponents fearful on the court, the boy who made his opponents deeply fearful in the game, and even deprived his opponent's five senses at will, the boy who always stood above ten thousand people with a clear smile, is just like this at this moment Carefully holding the hand of the girl he loves the most, and gently sticking it to his heart, he murmured, "Xiaoya, do you know? In fact, Yukimura Seichi is not strong at all~"

"He used to be very afraid of losing the attention of his family, very afraid of losing his favorite tennis game, and very afraid of losing Chika Asakawa~" The boy's voice seemed to sigh softly, accompanied by the cold "didi" sound in the quiet space echoed.

"But later, I don't know when it started. In his consciousness, the only column he was most afraid of losing was the name Buer Yami..." He leaned down, and gently stroked the girl's cheek with one hand. Kiss: "I'm really scared that I won't be able to see you again when I wake up..."

"Heh~ If you say 'I can't leave you' in front of your face, will you look at me in doubt, then bury your head in my arms in embarrassment and blushing for a long time, refusing to come out Huh?" Caressing the girl's brows and eyes, the boy's voice blew slowly like a gentle breeze, and a bitter smile was raised on the corner of his lips.

"It seems like I just said 'I love you' to Xiaoya yesterday! Why, I didn't say it earlier, did I say it a few more times?" The boy leaned gently on the side of the bed and rested his head on the back of the girl's hand, the boy seemed exhausted All the strength.

"You stupid girl! How on earth do you get full marks in the Guowen test every time! Can a 'good night' be used as a 'goodbye'?" Even clenched fists and nail clippers into the palms could not suppress the pain in his heart, After all, the boy's slightly childish complaints were accompanied by a drop of crystal clear liquid that fell on the white bed sheet and disappeared.The owner of the teardrop raised his hand in surprise to touch the coldness on his cheek. Once upon a time, Yukimura Seiki thought that tears were reserved for the weak, and he would never cry.

"Hey~ It's really ugly like this now... I don't want Xiaoya to... see... see..." The boy said this to himself with a nasal voice and suddenly stopped talking. The scene of the girl talking on the balcony came to the boy's mind.

"Hey! Seiichi~ I heard Liu said that you can draw~"

"Seiichi~ Draw me a picture tomorrow."

"It won't be boring~ Would Seiichi mind if your model is sleeping all the time?"

"Then it's settled~ When I wake up, I have to check my portrait~ If you don't draw well, you will be punished~"

……

"Xiaoya..." The young man slightly raised his head and blinked to stop the tears that were about to fall, and then ordered in a cold voice, "Fujisawa, bring my drawing board."

"Yes, young master." A soft reply came from outside the door.

That day, the boy did not paint after all, because when he changed the paper on his easel, he saw the only complete work he had drawn in this hospital.The angle of the painting is looking down, it is the season when the cherry blossoms are in full bloom, a girl with short light chestnut hair and wearing a light green dress stands quietly under a cherry blossom tree and looks at the back of the distant scenery. Not far away, a group of people wearing The boy in the blue and white sportswear was tiptoeing towards the little nurse at the side, making a silent gesture. (The children who don’t remember this scene turn to Chapter 8 to restore their memory.) He no longer remembers why he chose to draw this scene at that time. Maybe it’s because he saw the young people in Qingxue who thought of him, but How familiar is that distant figure to him now!

From that day on, the boy began to believe that all encounters were predestined, and all he had to do was to wait quietly until his girl woke up, give her a hug, and then tell her a story, A story about this painting.

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