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Tea party

The days of cleaning up on the mountain are definitely painful and happy. The painful thing is that there is no one here, and the neighbors around have moved away early. Even if you want to go to the market at the bottom of the mountain, you have to walk for more than half an hour. The joy is that every day After waking up to the singing of birds, you can go for a walk by the stream in the morning. The scenery is unique, and even hard training becomes extra fun.

What Yukimura said was indeed true. Although everyone was skeptical at first, they were convinced after living for a few days.Although such an eclectic training method is a bit unreasonable, it is a good method for Lihai Taizheng who have taken the usual path and have had a hard time improving.

Waking up in a ray of morning light in the morning, accompanied by the brisk morning song of birds.Yukimura stretched his waist, looked at Atobe who was still sleeping beside him, couldn't help showing a gentle smile, brushed away the hair on Atobe's forehead who was sleeping on his side, and leaned down to kiss Atobe, carefully , for fear of waking up Atobe.

Although the old house has been renovated, it still retains the layout of traditional Japanese houses. At first, Atobu was not used to sleeping on tatami mats, but now he can sleep soundly.Yukimura opened the door lightly, put on his slippers and went to the bathroom to wash up.

Gein's practice match by the river valley yesterday was really exhausting, so it's rare for everyone to sleep late today.

The open-air practice game by the river valley is poor on the one hand, the ground is not flat, the friction is high, and the other is the interference of natural wind. The superposition of the two phases makes people miserable, but everyone likes this occasional special site.

Just because there are so many uncertain factors, the key to winning is no longer simply relying on basic conditions such as speed and strength. How to use the court and how to play with your brain is definitely something worth thinking about.

After washing up, Yukimura sat in the tea room. The temperature on the mountain in the morning was not too high, and the breeze was very cool. It opened and faced the courtyard, and the scenery was pretty good.

Yukimura, who had a rare leisurely mood, found a set of tea sets from the cabinet slowly. This seems to be an old object handed down from the family. Although it is not an antique, it has a history of 50 to [-] years.Yukimura used to sit here to drink tea with his elderly grandfather when he was a child.

Today, for some reason, Yukimura felt a little emotional, while disgusted with his hypocrisy in his heart, he still honestly arranged the tea sets one by one according to the etiquette.

There is still a box of pickled plums in the drawer of the kitchen, probably made by grandma a few days ago before going out. Yukimura thought about it, took out a clean small plate with a cherry blossom pattern, put a few plums on the plate , Holding it back to the tea room.

Unexpectedly, there was an extra guest in the tea room at this time.

Atobe, who was still sleepy, rubbed his eyes, and greeted Yukimura vaguely.

Yukimura sat down on his knees, put the saucer on the coffee table, and poured the boiling water he had just boiled into the kettle.

The tea sets are neatly arranged in order.Atobe was still a little drowsy, but at this moment he couldn't help but look at the focused Yukimura in a daze, not knowing where his mind had wandered.

Yukimura did not open his mouth, and was still quietly taking out the tea leaves.Influenced by his elders since childhood, he is not proficient in tea ceremony, but he still keeps the basic steps in mind. "Obviously these movements are not very elegant, and they are still far behind those who specialize in tea ceremony, but Yukimura has an indescribable charm, which makes him very pleasing to the eye even if he is doing such ordinary movements.

A cup of tea was gently placed in front of Atobe.

"Hmm~" Atobe's tone rose slightly, and he couldn't tell whether he liked it or not. He carefully looked at the color of the tea soup, then took a sip from the cup, and his expression softened instantly, "Good tea."

In fact, Atobu doesn't know much about Japanese tea ceremony, but he praised Yukimura for absolutely spare no effort, which made Yukimura couldn't help but smile, his expression was much more lively than the non-human fireworks just now.

"Drinking tea in the morning seems to be an old man's hobby. It is served with pickled plums... Well, I don't know if you will like it." Yukimura smiled and refilled Atobe.

Atobe raised his eyebrows: "It depends on who made the tea for me."

Knowing that Atobe has never been principled about this, Yukimura couldn't help but smile happily.

"When I was a child, I would live here to accompany my grandfather and grandmother during the summer vacation. Every day I went to bed early and woke up early, and my life was very regular. The first thing I did in the morning was to drink tea with my grandfather until..." Yukimura paused, lowering his head involuntarily. Looking at the teacup in her hand, "The old man passed away. Later, my mother felt that this place was too remote, and most of the neighbors moved away, so she and my uncle persuaded my grandmother to move away, but my grandmother was more nostalgic, and she always came back to live a few times a year." Yue, she said she wanted to accompany my grandfather..."

Having said that, Yukimura's voice dropped significantly.

Atobe pursed his lips, and his eyes drifted to the courtyard outside the door. The trees were verdant, the summer scenery was full of vitality, and the birds and cicadas were singing, making it extremely quiet.What a nice place... Atobe's eyes were full of nostalgia.I don't know what I thought of, and suddenly my eyes dimmed.

"Time really flies by too fast." Yukimura shook his head, throwing away those depressed emotions, "I haven't been back here for a long time."

"Why did you suddenly think of setting the accommodation here this time?" Atobe followed Yukimura to change the subject.

"Yeah." Yukimura blinked, trying to think back, and then smiled, "My mother reminded me, she said that my grandmother just left two days ago to go to my uncle's house, and the time in the old house has to pass from time to time Cleaning. In previous years, when my grandmother was away, my mother would take care of it.”

Atobe thought about it.

"What's wrong?" Yukimura was a little puzzled.

"It's nothing." Atobe shook his head, "It's just a little curiosity. I seldom heard you talk about this place before. I don't know anything about your childhood story, so I feel a little regretful."

Yukimura smiled: "My memory is already very blurred."

Said that Yukimura's thoughts drifted away, and he remembered something, suddenly stood up excitedly, picked up the small shovel in the gardening tool box in the corridor, walked to a tall cherry tree in the yard, looked around as if Look for an angle and immediately crouch down and aim at a spot to start digging.

Atobe stood quietly and watched Yukimura dug out a small iron box from a very shallow place.The surface of the iron box has been rusted, but the seal is very good, and the contents inside are still well preserved.

There was a hint of surprise in Yukimura's eyes: "Fortunately, it's not bad." There were a few old photos in the iron box, showing the appearance of the little Yukimura Seichi holding a racket and trophy. Atobe stared at it intently, and his eyes softened stand up.

There was also a letter inside.

"To my future self..."

Yukimura, who is in the third grade of elementary school, has already written good handwriting, and his tone is still childish, but it looks even cuter.

"To my future self, if you haven't given up on becoming a great tennis player," Yukimura paused, "That's a bit of a middle school." The thick-skinned Yukimura couldn't help being a little ashamed at this time, and he held his hands tightly. The stationery was intended to destroy the evidence, but Atobe snatched it and read it carefully.

"That should be the first time I won the championship, and there are photos of me, my grandmother, and my grandfather in the group photo..." But my grandfather passed away in the second year, and Yukimura didn't say this.

"I didn't expect you to be so cute when I was a child." Atobe's tone seemed to be teasing Yukimura, but his expression was very serious, "But now you can proudly answer your past self..."

"—I've become a good tennis player."

It's far from greatness, but it's a big step toward that goal.

"If I can win the three consecutive championships, then I can bury another box here and wait for me to open it again when I become a real great athlete in the future." Yukimura smiled and closed the box, full of longing.

Atobe paused for a second before slowly raising the corners of his mouth: "You can definitely do it."

Yukimura's smile became brighter and brighter: "This should be my biggest goal at this stage."

"Is that so?" Atobe nodded, silently holding Yukimura's palm, "Then I will help you realize it together."

"No matter what the future holds, right now I just want to ensure that there are no dead ends in Lihai's third consecutive championship!" Yukimura smiled, "I believe in myself, and I believe in you."

"Well, show your real tennis skills." Atobe couldn't help laughing out of nowhere as he thought of something, "They will definitely be surprised!"

"I used to regard tennis as my life. Compared with enjoying the game, winning or losing was the only goal I considered, but now..." Yukimura looked up at the clear sky, "Being able to sit here like this, even if there is no professional The court, and being able to feel the friction of the ball and the racket is also very nice."

"Did you learn so much from the battle with the samurai?"

"No." Yukimura shook his head with a smile, his eyes far away, "It feels like a miracle that everyone who appears beside me is you and Zhou Zhu... there are too many people, you have subtly influenced me , Let me let go of my pride, so that I can truly enjoy the joy of tennis."

"Even if one day, one day I can no longer play, thinking of the current mood, I will definitely feel very happy." Yukimura turned his head and smiled at Atobe. The smile was brighter than the sunshine at this time, without a trace haze.

"Really?" Atobe stretched out his hand and touched Yukimura's soft hair top unexpectedly, then he slightly raised the corners of his mouth, sighing as if to say, "This is enough."

"Huh?" Yukimura raised his head and looked at Atobe in confusion.

"The weather is so nice today." Atobe changed the subject lamely.

"Hehe." Yukimura smiled, not revealing, and accidentally cast his eyes on the two small animals who were holding porridge for breakfast under the opposite eaves.

"Good morning, Minister, Atobe-kun (Senior Atobe)." Marui and Kirihara greeted in unison, and the two of them, who were eating breakfast with dog food, looked extremely excited.

Yukimura smiled and said, "Breakfast is ready, and I'm hungry too, let's go eat first, Xiaojing?"

Atobu agrees.

When passing by two small animals, Yukimura reached out his hand and patted the tops of their hair maliciously: "Tomorrow we will return to Kanagawa, and the day after tomorrow is the final, if anyone delays..." The implication is self-evident.

The two little animals jumped up in fright: "Never dare to relax!" subconsciously echoed Sanada's famous words, which made Yukimura laugh out loud.

Sanada, who had just walked out after eating, was shot innocently, and he glared at the two small animals with a dark face before walking away again.

☆, final