Untitled Conan II

look at.Whether it is good intentions, malice, admiration, jealousy, admiration or hatred, I have never cared about it.

Always shut yourself out, don't give and don't accept anything from anyone.

... That fool, it's not that he has no feelings, he just puts all his emotions and feelings on one person, and doesn't leave a single cent for others.

……Then

Standing stubbornly behind that person, watching her back persistently, but never wanting to take another step forward.

... That fool, since he held the hand I extended towards him, has been standing behind me, neither approaching nor leaving.

...Do you want to come with me?

Once, I asked him that.

So, he really walked away with me like this.

always, just with...

……

holdmeightandkeepmewarmhold me tight and keep me warm

causethenightisgettingcold

andIdon't know where I belong

Justone lastdance, justone more chance, justone lastdance

just one last dance one more just one last dance

……

I don't know when the singing stopped. After the final spin, I was brought into his arms, and the hands around my waist were clasped tightly.

Looking up, I still smiled and didn't look away.

He looked at me, deep in his light gray eyes, there were shallow ripples spreading out.The fingertips carefully touched the corners of my eyes, and then stroked gently, taking away the remaining tears.

Touch very lightly, from the forehead, to the corners of the eyes, to the cheeks, and then to the corners of the mouth, as if they were tracing or depicting something.

Such a gentle movement made my nose sore for no reason, my eyelashes trembled slightly, and another teardrop rolled down, and then fell on his fingertips.

I saw that the ripples in his eyes continued to deepen, as if a stormy sea was about to set off.

The hand that was originally on the side of my face caressed my cheek, and then slowly moved to my chin.

Following his strength, I lifted my chin slightly, and I looked at the face that was getting closer and closer, and felt the gradually clear and audible sound of breathing, as well as the sound of heartbeat.

After a while, the beating from the left chest conveys the same sadness and nostalgia, the same pain and reluctance.

In the light gray eyes that are close at hand, there is a deep affection that can no longer be hidden.

When my lips touched, I closed my eyes, raised my toes slightly, and wrapped my arms around his neck.

Touching lightly, rubbing together tenderly, lips and teeth intertwined, the affection conveyed is heart-piercing pain.

This night in Prague, I seemed to really feel the beauty of eternal disillusionment that Nietzsche said.Like Prague's love, it is mixed with confusion and passion, romance and pain.After the loss, the sweetness of the heart hurts when I recall it.

...Ling Che

When you like me, I don't like you,

When you love me, I love you,

I fell in love with you when you left me,

Are you walking too fast, or I can't keep up with you?

Why...we keep repeating and missing?

...Is it true that if we had met earlier, everything would have been different?

Is it too late to meet after all?

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Some scars are scratched on the hands, and they become a thing of the past after healing; some scars are scratched on the heart, even if they are lightly scratched, they will stay in the heart;

In life, there always seems to be some unbearable pain.Some regrets are destined to be carried for a lifetime; in life, there are always some exquisite emotional porcelain broken around us, but the cracks are left in the moment when we look back at the end of the year.

……

So, for the rest of the day, maybe for the rest of my life, the name Ye Lingche will become an intangible wound in my heart. .

...Ling Che, in the end, you who have been indifferent for so many years finally chose to be willful once, the only time

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New York Museum of Foreigners

- knock knock knock

The sudden knock on the door brought back the thoughts that I didn't know where I was flying, and I blinked blankly. I looked at my fingers still pressing on the keys inexplicably, and after a long while, I lowered my head and smiled.

Pulling the sleeve of my left hand to block my wrist still wrapped in white gauze, I got up and went to open the door.

"Xiao Ruo, it's not okay to stay at home for so many days, do you want to go out for a walk?" Holding the door frame with one hand, Brother Yazhi leaned against the door, and suggested to me with a smile.

"...I don't want it any more." Looking at his gentle smile that was not the same as before, I shook my head and smiled, "Sister Junrou's waist injury needs to be paid attention to, otherwise it will be the root cause of the disease in the future. Yazhi Brother also spend more time with sister Junrou!"

After a pause, I lowered my voice and continued, "...I'm fine, you don't have to worry..."

Before I finished speaking, Masaji-san flicked my forehead with my finger, I slowly raised my hand to cover my forehead, and looked blankly at my brother who was showing a funny expression.

"Jun Rou is not a child, do you still need someone to take care of you all day long?" He shook his head while showing a helpless and funny look, and then pretended to be angry with a straight face, "It's you, who is still playing the piano with a bad wrist. Have you forgotten what Xiao Ning told you before, is it possible that you don’t want to play the piano anymore?”

Subconsciously cover the wrist of my left hand, the bracelet I wore for eight years, the bracelet that my father personally put on me is no longer there, what is left is only this thick layer of gauze and a hideous scar hidden under it .

I bowed my head in silence, not knowing how to explain.

"You—" Brother Yazhi sighed helplessly, stepped forward to hug me gently, let me rest my head on his chest, and then rubbed my hair, "If you and ordinary Like a girl, crying and fussing, maybe we can feel more at ease."

"...Brother Yazhi." I buried my face in his arms, grabbed the hem of his shirt, and opened my eyes numbly. The eyes were sore and astringent, but they were dry and unable to shed tears.

"Silly girl, don't force yourself all the time." He stroked my hair and said softly, "You are only 12 years old, and you are the princess of our Dongbang family. You have the right to be willful. You don't have to be so sensible and obedient all the time." Yes, you know?"

Closing my eyes, I nodded slightly.

It's been a week since that incident, and now I'm temporarily living alone in the Inhuman House in New York.Yazhi brother just came from Taiwan yesterday with his nominal fiancee Cong Junrou because he was going to attend the banquet hosted by current Senator Bob, one of the Big Three in the U.S. Senate.

Sister Junrou injured her waist due to some things before this. Although she received timely treatment, there are still many things that need to be paid attention to. So this time, Brother Yazhi and the others did not choose to go to the wolf den, but came to the Yiren Pavilion and said It is to trouble me to take care of sister Junrou.

...Actually, they are just worried that something will happen if I am bored in the room alone?

After all, that person...

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Pulling the brim of the wide-brimmed sun hat, I raised my head and squinted my eyes at the harsh sunlight.

I stopped a TAXI and got in the car. I was silent for a while before reporting the destination of the trip to the driver: "Flushing Meadows Park."

Flushing Meadows Park (Flushing Park), that is, Flushing Meadows Corona Park, is located in Queens, New York City. The US Tennis Center and the Tennis Association are in the park.Every year at the end of August and early September, the annual US Open will be held here.

But now, the U.S. Open has just kicked off and the qualifiers are in progress, so not many people come to watch the game.

Sitting down in the auditorium of the stadium, I raised my eyes and looked around the sparse seats, pressed my hat, and waited quietly for the start of the game.

When the two players in this round of competition appeared on the field, there were bursts of exclamations and sighs from the audience.

Looking at the little boy in the arena wearing a white peaked cap and wearing red and white sports short-sleeves, especially those amber eyes that I am very familiar with, always full of stubbornness and pride, I involuntarily bent the corners of my mouth and smiled. Eyes full.

Toss the ball, swing the racket--

Every movement of the little boy seemed to reflect dazzling brilliance under the sun. His opponent, the tall American, was already full of unbelievable panic.

Echizen Ryoma, Aigaku's Neko Prince, and Japan's young samurai are about to step on the world stage here.

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Steve Majaz is the head of the American Middle School Tennis Association. Before that, he went to Japan to watch the Japan-US middle school student tennis friendly match. Coach Baker for legitimate embezzlement.

After Ryoma came to the United States, he has been paying close attention to him.Therefore, when the qualifiers were over, Ryoma, who was sorting things out, was not surprised to see Mr. Mayaz come to the waiting room.

Of course, the long-winded guy who came with him