[Net King] It's just that the butterfly doesn't want to

It was already dark, and there was still a faint smell of smoke on the campus after the bustling scene.

Ogata Yui stood in the classroom where only the moonlight shone in the corner.

After a while, she stretched out her hand to touch the inexplicably restored jigsaw puzzle of unknown origin. The touch of her fingertips was real, yet illusory, as if she had touched a thin thread connecting past memories.On the road of finding herself, she felt a little belatedly, took a long way around, and slowly learned to communicate with others and try more new things... A future worth looking forward to opened a door, and But there was a voice in the void that persuaded her, "Do you want to look back?"

knock --

Yagyu Hiroshi, who had been waiting at the school gate for a long time, knocked on the classroom door, "What's wrong?"

"fine."

She closed her eyes, turned around and was about to leave, but after walking a few steps, the line she heard in the auditorium suddenly flashed by her ears.

【——"I want you to keep your promise to me."】

Even though it was only for a moment, even though she knew that it might just be an illusion of catching wind and shadows, but involuntarily, a sense of uneasy responsibility prompted her to stop, turned around and quickly covered the puzzle box and held it in her hands.

"Let's go."

Afraid that she would regret it, she went straight over Liu Sheng's shoulder and hurried out.

The two walked quietly side by side for a while.

At the end of the long street, Yui Ogata looked back at the quiet Lihai campus for the last time.

The faint light in the distance outlines the shapes of the campus buildings, and the extinguished campfire still has fine dust floating, mixed with the faint smell of smoke in the air, and all of them fall into the deepest part of the night.In this school that she has experienced more than once, how many past events that are clearly related to her but forgotten by her are hidden? If those memories are proof of a certain relationship, will she finally be able to remember them?

...or should she remember?

The bonfire seems to burn out the last trace of autumn temperature.

Entering December, the weather becomes harsh and icy, which is a rare winter in Kanagawa.

In the room, Yui Ogata dried his hair, turned on the lamp, and the inexplicable jigsaw puzzle quietly stood in the corner of the desk.

Every time she raised her head from her homework, she could see it for a brief moment, so that she became more and more unable to concentrate, as if there was something in her mind that was about to break free at any time.

She simply dropped the pen.

"Ok."

Enveloped by the warm orange light, the girl fell into some kind of thinking. After a long time, she sighed softly and speculated, "...I should have promised."

Even though there is no last scene in memory, when Yukimura Seiichi uttered that wish that seemed to have been expected long ago, Ogata Yui at that time would definitely show a dazed and determined expression, and she would look at him with such an innocent look , and then say:

【—Of course, how could I forget you? 】

It was a strange yet very familiar self.

It was no different from the first time I met Bunta Marui.

Ogata Yui didn't believe that she would fall in love with anyone in that state, but since she promised others such a thing, she should try her best to try.

She tried to capture the looming fragments in her mind and record them.

However, the strange thing is that in the memories she tried to piece together, there were not too many figures of Yukimura Seiichi, and more often, what she remembered was——

"Hey, the little oil bottle from Yagyu's house."

Nioh Masaharu took off his costume and walked down the side steps of the stage. As expected, he saw Yui Ogata who had been staying here after school for the past few days in the auditorium, looking thoughtful.

"What are you doing here again today?"

"...What about you?" Ogata Yui raised his head, "Aren't you from the tennis club?"

Nioh Masaharu shrugged.

Because he is good at playing roles, he is often borrowed by people from the drama club for rehearsals. I don’t know why these days, there are so many members of the drama club who ask for leave, and the commissions he receives are also increasing frequently, which is why he runs into him after school. Ogata Yui.

"Recently, the way Mrs. Wen looks at me is a bit strange." He sighed and confided his troubles to the girl, "Those who didn't know thought you only came here when I was around."

"..."

Ogata Yui glanced at him, but didn't answer.

Usually at times like this, girls who are not quite right with him will answer meaningless bickering such as "you want to be beautiful" or "you are dreaming". This unexpected silence made the boy sensitively capture other meanings, The originally relaxed expression froze for a moment.

He looked down at the girl in the seat.

Yui Ogata, who didn't refute him, still looked immersed in some kind of thinking.

——More often, the person Ogata Yui thinks of is Nioh Masaharu.

【…

The Ogata in the memory screen is different from the present.

She is a member of the drama club. She was responsible for preparing props and borrowing Nioh Masaharu from the tennis club for rehearsal since she was a child.

Facing her request, the young man was always uninspired. He was willing to follow her slowly and walk towards the stage only if she agreed to some conditions.

In this kind of getting along day after day, it seems that it took them a long time to finally develop from dislike to each other to a relationship that can hold the same umbrella in rainy days.

The first drop of raindrops falling on the edge of the umbrella, the backs of hands touching accidentally, the tissue paper exuding a soft fragrance...

Those seemingly ordinary details are inadvertently transformed into an increasingly ambiguous atmosphere.

So far, as a set romance, everything makes sense.

—Where did the accident start?

After the winter that suddenly dropped in temperature came, several leading actors with colds appeared one after another in the drama club, and they had to frequently ask Nioh Masaharu to act on his behalf during rehearsals.

On the day when the first snow fell unexpectedly on Kanagawa, the boy took off his costume and instead of leaving straight away as usual, he walked into the backstage silently.

Between the curtain and the passage, he blocked Yui Ogata's way with his body.

"Do you have time this Saturday night?"

It sounded like a date invitation, but the boy's expression was hidden under the slightly long forehead hair. In the gloom, only the corners of the boy's lips that had faded from the frivolous smile and pursed into a straight line could be seen.

Standing opposite him, Ogata Yui folded his hands in front of his chest, holding a thick script.

She thought for a while, "Isn't Saturday... Christmas Eve?"

"I'm free."

The girl in the picture doesn't care what emotions the inviter is clearly suppressing, with a cold expression, showing a simple and sweet smile that can make anyone feel soft-hearted. 】

At the end of a scene, the stage lights came on, shining brightly into the eyes.

Ogata Yui came back to his senses briefly from the memories.

"What's the date today?"

Nioh Masaharu took out his phone, "December 12."

Everything coincides with the picture in memory, the drama club that lacks people due to illness, Masaharu Nio who frequents the drama club, and the unexpected first snow that should have appeared today.

"...it's going to snow."

"What?" Nioh Masaharu couldn't help feeling strange, the boy clicked on the weather forecast software on his phone and turned the screen around, "It won't snow."

"What if?"

"..."

"How about a bet?"

The first snow without warning is really a wonderful thing.

Nioh Masaharu looked up at the falling snow beside the eaves. Under the light of the teaching building, he was covered with a halo of halo, like stars falling from the sky.

But outside the clear line of light and shadow, the girl opened an umbrella on the dark school road.

"you lose."

"Puri. I lost." Nioh Masaharu nodded and asked curiously, "You want me to promise you something, what is it?"

[In a nearly perfect love story, the unexpected places are:

——The boy who issued the invitation with such a strong posture did not attend the appointment on Christmas Eve. 】

And this is probably the reason why the current Nioh Masaharu is able to leave this game and stay out of it.

She wanted to know why the boy in her memory didn't come.

More importantly, she wanted to know the means of getting others, and herself, out of the game.

"Do you have time this Saturday night?"

Ogata Yui raised her eyes calmly in the falling snow. This feeling of role replacement in the chaotic time cycle made her feel a little novel.

"Isn't that Christmas Eve?" Nioh Masaharu asked without thinking, "What do you mean, do you think I'm the kind of person who doesn't have dates on romantic festivals?"

"do you have?"

The boy said with a strange expression, "I always feel that it is a sad thing to answer 'free' now."

"..."

"But I'm still free."

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Nioh Masaharu Chapter: False and True

Spoiler: Nioh Masaharu Line

The morning mist has not dissipated.

The sunlight gently penetrates the gaps between the branches and leaves, and the Lihai campus is shrouded in tranquility.Stepping along the quiet path, Nioh Masaharu yawned, his shoulders slumped as if he hadn't woken up, and he walked slowly towards the auditorium.

Today's auditorium is also making intense preparations for the upcoming campus festival, just approaching, there was a burst of chaotic movement inside, and then he was very familiar with Yui Ogata's voice——

"This can't be smashed—!"

She huffed.

"Losing money!"

The person in charge of the props of the drama club is also very dedicated to maintaining the safety of funds today.

He twitched the corner of his mouth slightly, raised his head, and unexpectedly found a figure in front of the auditorium gate.

"I didn't wake up..." Nioh Masaharu walked up to him, "Xingmura, why are you here?"

Under the mild autumn sun, a gust of wind brushed gently, lifted a corner of the boy's shawl coat, and blew away the hazy mist. The light seemed to suddenly become clear, and people entered the school one after another in the distance, lively The campus is about to wake up.

He seemed to have just recovered from a state of trance, and turned his eyes slightly.

"King Ren."

"...I'm not saying hello to you." Nioh Masaharu paused, and asked as tactfully as possible, "You came out of the hospital at this time...does anyone know?"

At the beginning of early autumn, the head of the Lihai Tennis Club had to be admitted to the hospital for recuperation due to physical reasons. Although Yukimura Seichi did not directly inform the others of the specific cause of the illness, everyone had already had their own guesses in their hearts.

No matter how you look at it, now is not the time for him to leave the hospital at will.

Yukimura Seiichi thought for a while and replied, "Now you know."

"..."

Nioh Masaharu, who forcibly became an accomplice, stared at the sky speechlessly, and began to wonder if Sanada would stare at the minister first after knowing this, or would he be angry at himself for not reporting it—or should he secretly report to Sanada first?

"But it's strange for you to appear here at this time." Yukimura Seiichi suddenly sighed, with a sad look, "You have never come so early for the tennis club's morning training."

"........."

He must have seen through his thoughts just now.

If anything, it's just a habit.

Although there is no need for Nio's help in the drama club recently, but I don't know when it started, and coming here seems to have become a habit...Of course he can't explain it to the head of his department.

"I won't say it."

Thus, Nioh Masaharu raised his hands in admission of defeat.

"Do you want to go in and have a look?" King Ren heard the movement of the rehearsal in the auditorium from the side, "Although this one is rather boring."

"..."

Yukimura Seiichi did not speak.

When Nioh Masaharu walked in over his shoulder, he heard soft footsteps behind him.

He pushed open the side door of the auditorium—

Members of the props team were busy cleaning up the messy plastic background, the leading actor was practicing walking on the stage, and the lighting team was adjusting the lighting for the actors entering from the side.

Snapped--

Bright spotlights came on and scurried across the auditorium, pointing to the side aisle.

The members who cleaned up the mess were stung by the sudden strong light, and they were unsteady while lifting the plastic board. They stepped on the air and hit the thin rope next to them.

Yui Ogata on the stage opened his eyes wide, "Wait, I put that on with great difficulty..."

"what?"

"... props."

It seemed that he touched some mechanism by mistake, and there was the sound of something falling from the top of his head.

Before she could tell what kind of prop it was, a black shadow fell from the sky in the next second, and everyone subconsciously took a step away, making Yui Ogata's nervous prop about to fall to the ground.

Her gaze followed all the way, and the expected bad scene did not happen.

Before landing, someone caught it firmly.

The dazzling light, the falling airflow mixed with the petals, trembled and swirled down in mid-air, and it seemed to be able to smell the faint fragrance of flowers faintly.

The line of sight moves along that hand, gradually upwards.

It was a wooden basket woven with rattan, which contained the petal props that fell when the actors entered the stage. Because they were caught in time, half of the props survived in the basket, while the other half——

The petals are still falling one after another, intertwining under the spotlight.

Standing in the center of the light, Yukimura Seiichi quietly raised his eyes, in the scattered flower shadows, no one could see whether his slightly curved lips were really smiling.

"Ah, I'm sorry," Ogata Yui rushed off the stage, hurriedly took the props from him, confirmed the situation, and then raised his head as if he was relieved, "I'm really sorry, this classmate, did I hit you?"

……

It was as if there was a transparent screen standing invisibly in front of him.

Nioh Masaharu frowned, until the members of the lighting team finally adjusted the best angle, turned off the lights, and the entire auditorium fell into darkness again.

It was a very familiar feeling, like his usual blindfold, intuition told him that there were certain things that could not be perceived by the eyes, quietly appearing at this moment, but he couldn't catch it for a while.

The members of the props team moved back a few steps, leaned closer and whispered in Nioh Masaharu's ear, "Did I smash Yukimura Seichi just now? If I say it, I will be assassinated by the girls in the school..."

"Will not."

Nioh Masaharu comforted with empathy, "It's not their turn to do it, Sanada should be the one to deal with you first."

The other party took a few steps back, turned around and ran away.

"Puri."

He couldn't help laughing.

It seems to be just the most ordinary day in autumn, and if I have to find something inconsistent from my memory, it is probably Yukimura who returned to school that day, and his inexplicable enthusiasm for saving props.

And since then, Yukimura Seiichi and Ogata Yui have begun to have an intersection.

"—where were you at three o'clock yesterday afternoon?"

After the day's work was over, Masaharu Nio, who stepped on the road covered with ginkgo leaves and played the role of a policeman suddenly, turned his head to ask the girls around him in such a serious and joking tone.

"Hey..." She froze for a moment, "I'm in the hospital, and the time witness is Yukimura-san. Officer, I didn't steal anything."

After she improvised the lines, Masaharu Nioh unexpectedly did not continue to perform.

"..."

"Don't you think you've been going to the hospital too often recently?"

The silver-haired boy in the dusk finally couldn't help asking curiously.

"Agree."

Yui Ogata nodded, then sighed again, "The original play is still too boring, the president asked Yukimura-san to write a new script."

"Is that so..."

Nioh Masaharu was thoughtful.

"Let's not talk about this!" Ogata Yui saw that he was still in place, turned his back to the road, and walked backwards, "I want to eat ice cream."

To her, this is just something that even small talk makes her feel like she has nothing to say.

In the long shadow under the sunset, the boy lazily followed her footsteps, pulling one side of the girl's ponytails, forcing her to turn back, "Watch the way."

"Hairstyle! Let it go!"

……

It seems that it is about to touch the transparent barrier.

Outside the window is the monotonous scenery of the hospital.

Nioh Masaharu was standing in the shadow by the window, because Yui Ogata was caught up in the drama club affairs today, so he entrusted him to bring back Yukimura's newly written script.

When seeing him enter the door, Yukimura was not surprised and handed the script to him.

After that, King Ni did not leave, but stood in front of the window.

"Why, do you have anything else to say to me?"

Nioh Masaharu flipped through the script in his hand, not sure if it was referring to the plot or something else, he asked, "Why do you have to do extra things?"

"Is it redundant?" Yukimura Seiichi sat on the edge of the bed, "If it is redundant, why are you standing here?"

"..."

"These days, you actually found out."

Yukimura stood up, walked to his side, and looked out the window side by side.

"In her eyes, everyone is the same. As long as you ask her, she will agree. ——It's like borrowing you from the tennis club, and it's the same when you come to the hospital to hand over the script."

"She's just... a nice person."

Yukimura smiled briefly, but the smile faded quickly and there was no emotion, he said.

"I'm nothing special. Neither are you."

...So, he encountered that transparent barrier again.

Ordinary daily life, every conversation, chance encounters in the hallway, the touch on the back of the hand when we are side by side... Such a close distance seems to be a distance that can be held by reaching out, but it is far away that cannot be stretched out.

"Did you like the movie that came out last weekend?"

In the setting sun after school again, Nioh Masaharu seemed to suddenly think of this question and asked casually.

"I like it, didn't we go to see it together?"

"Where's the sushi at Sea Breeze Restaurant?"

"I like it." She tilted her head, "You always throw it to me when you can't finish it."

"Then do you like live CS?"

"I like it, do you want to go today?"

The river is clear under the sun after the rain, and the evening light shines on it, shining like broken gold.

He gradually understood why Yukimura Seichi would say "In fact, everyone is the same".

For a moment, he wanted to ask, since you like my favorite movies, the food I give you, and my hobbies... Then, of course, you also like mine, right?

But he knew Ogata Yui's answer too well.

Of course she likes Nioh Masaharu, this kind of liking is no different from the previous few words of "like".

— This is what he can't bear.

She is as beautiful as a dream in the twilight, possessing a gentle power that can make people fall and embrace everything.

If he wasn't Nioh Masaharu, he would probably be willing to sink into it, whether he was sober or hallucinating. Unfortunately, the young fraudster was too close to the falsehood, so he understood the weight of lies better.He can lie to everyone, but he cannot indulge himself to be teased by superficial hypocrisy.

"...That's it."

Masaharu Nioh put his hands on his head, and he asked, "Then is there anything you don't like?"

The girl was silent for a long time this time, as if she had never thought about this question.

Nioh changed the way of asking:

"For example, if you wake up every day, what's the last thing you want to happen?"

"Hmm..." she pondered, "Maybe Billus ignores me? Although he usually doesn't pay me much attention, but every time I face him, he still feels a little strange—this kind of feeling is 'disgusting' Bar?"

Nioh Masaharu laughed and shook his head.

"Not really."

——Although there is a very slight difference, there are exceptions in her heart.

The young man who is good at concealing and disguising decided to treat this matter as a little secret discovered by accident. He would not tell Yukimura Seiichi, let alone his partner. If one day, they can find out by themselves, the scene should be very interesting.

And at that time, he was still the one who had already seen everything, but exclaimed in a low voice.

A few days before Christmas, in the warm festive atmosphere, there seems to be a thread that invisibly leads him to get along with Ogata Yui.First, the members of the drama club who asked for leave every now and then made him have to face girls every day.

Then there are two first-screening tickets presented by friends.

Finally, the phone call from the sister company: "What the hell happened to that Christmas tree decoration? When can the lights be on? Give me a specific time. I warn you, you have to put the numbers down to the second.— - 11:30? Yes, I will send out the promotion on time at 12 o'clock."

……

First love movie.

Nobody knows about the Christmas tree that lights up the first star.

It sounds like a simple plan in your head can turn into a perfect date plan.

He couldn't explain why, but he still invited the girl, and Yui Ogata agreed to him easily and happily, just as he expected.

On the night of Christmas Eve, he arrived at the agreed place, but he never showed up.

He saw the girl walk into the cinema alone, without even taking out her mobile phone, asking "Why didn't you come?".Although it had been expected, at that moment, the boy hiding in the shadow of the tree still felt something gradually spread over his chest, and the drowning-like suffocation was suppressed from the deep sky.

After the movie theater, the girl came out following the crowd and stood on the side of the road. The passing lights melted her figure intermittently into the light.

Yui Ogata finally remembered something, she took out her phone.

At the same time, Nioh Masaharu answered the phone.

“The movie is really good to watch!”

"let me tell you……"

On the other side of the road, the boy bent his lips.

She talked a lot, from the plot to the starring lace news, but she never cared why Nioh Masaharu didn't show up.

"—Let's go somewhere." He interrupted Ogata Yui.

"Eh?"

Such an offensive request would usually be answered by a girl with "Who do you think you are", but Yui Ogata on the other end of the phone just paused, she nodded gently in the twilight, and then remembered that he couldn't see, adding road:

"Okay."

At the end of the unlit road is a huge cedar tree.

The girl stood alone in the dark without any light, and asked curiously, "Why did you let me come here?"

In the distance, Masaharu Nioh took his phone away and took a look.

The time displayed on the screen was exactly 11:29, exactly as he had planned.

"Look up."

He said over the phone.

In an instant—

Surrounding the Christmas tree, the dots of colored lights are suddenly lit up, circling along the branches and interlacing with each other.

Standing under the tree, Yui Ogata showed a surprised and delighted expression, and all the light fell into her beautiful eyes.The little-known Christmas tree, which has not yet been publicized, lights up the first and last star for her in the quiet and deserted streets.

It's the almost silent romance of a teenager.

The bright and hazy light shrouded her smiling face, and Nioh Masaharu's vision blurred for an instant. Amidst the slight movements of the branches and leaves, it seemed that many pictures dissipated and re-gathered before his eyes, as if someone was telling He, as long as he walks over now, he can hold her hand.

But he doesn't want to.

she's fine.In line with all his best imaginations for girls. ——But she doesn't need him, her kindness is not the reason why he can have her.

His throat rolled, and he swallowed the taste of rust and blood.

"Merry Christmas."

He said softly, and hung up the call.

Only those gorgeous and radiant star lights, after breaking free from the darkness, flickered round and round tirelessly.

The author has something to say: Nioh Line End.

The next chapter is this week's episode of Seiichi Yukimura.

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Yukimura Seiichi Chapter Snowmelt

Spoiler: Yukimura Seiichi Line

The gentle violin sound played like clouds and flowing water.

The sky had just been polished, and a thin line of twilight leaked from under the heavy curtains, only touching a corner of the dimly lit ward.Yukimura Seiichi was lying on the bed, the light that happened to fall on his eyes made him feel a little uncomfortable, he stretched out his hand to cover his eyes, and fell into the darkness.

The notes in the illusion jumped more clearly.

A certain early spring sunset quietly emerged from the depths of my memory.

It was the afternoon when he had just entered the High School Attached to Lihai University. At that time, Seiichi Yukimura stood outside the tennis club that had not officially joined, and said softly, "I hope to remain undefeated here." Genichiro Sanada next to him lowered the brim of his hat, He responded in a low voice.A clear plan is written directly from the beginning to the end, and no one thinks that there will be surprises.

Just like his life all along, it is a white paper that has never been stained, superior and neat.

Looking back later, the first accident in the plan should be the girl who accidentally bumped into and fell to the ground in the corridor after the rain.

The kebab shop coupon she clenched in her hand fell into the rain outside the corridor and gradually got wet.Seiichi Yukimura squatted down, and when he picked up the crumpled coupon, he caught a glimpse of the name of the yakiniku restaurant. He asked, "Are you all right?"

The girl stepped into the rain, her knees scratched the wound, oozing tiny bloodshots, which were quickly washed away by the water dripping from her hair.

"It seems to be fine," Ogata Yui frowned slowly. The injured place was obviously her knee. She showed an uncertain expression, and reached out to touch the position of her heart. She looked up blankly, with a soft and innocent expression He, "Strange, but my heart beats so fast."

"..."

Yukimura couldn't tell for a moment whether this was a hint of meaning or whether she should be sent to the school infirmary as soon as possible.

This brief episode was quickly forgotten.

A few days later in the afternoon, when he was tidying up in the lounge of the tennis club, Kuwahara and Marui, who had just joined the club and had become main candidates, pushed the door and walked in. He heard Kuwahara say, "I went to the newly opened one in the back street a few days ago. The barbecue restaurant is really good, but the queue is too long..."

"Next time, let's sneak out while Minister Yukimura is not paying attention!" Fumiya Marui suggested happily, "How about it, genius? Let me make a plan for you—"

In the room, Yukimura Seiichi put down the water glass and slammed it lightly on the table.Fumta Marui's eloquent escape ideas came to an abrupt end, and he turned his head stiffly: "..."

The two quickly closed the door of the lounge and consciously went to the tennis court for extra training.

Instead of chasing them out to trouble the two of them now, the first and inexplicable thought that came to Yukimura Seiichi's mind was: If she hadn't bumped into him that day, maybe she could have met Kuwahara at the barbecue restaurant.

This subtle association was the first time he thought of that girl.

It seems that from this moment, somewhere, the gears of fate began to turn in another direction.

Suddenly, he was able to notice Yui Ogata in many places on campus.

She didn't know when she joined the orchestra. She often carried the piano case alone and left the school at sunset. Occasionally, she ran into Yukimura who had finished training. She explained, "I learned some when I was young, because the school orchestra lacked people. , so I picked it up again. It's just a very ordinary level."

But judging from her status as the chief of the string group and the performance he heard when he passed by the piano room, "ordinary" is just a self-deprecating excuse for her.

From time to time during lunch, I ran into a girl who was avoiding confession in the rooftop garden because of her growing popularity.On a whim, Yukimura told her the difference between each plant. It is supposed to be boring and professional content, but she can remember it all after only listening to it once.

He turned his head in surprise, "Even if it's Liu, he still has to take out his notebook at this time."

"Maybe I'm more interested in these."

The girl bent down, touching the budding petals with her fingertips, and the soft lines of her side face were covered with a halo in the midsummer light.

There seems to be a hidden corner in the bottom of my heart, and a seed has been planted.

Time passed quietly, and many things happened later.

Graduation is approaching, and it is the season of cherry blossoms. The minds of the teenagers start to be restless, branches and new buds emerge.Yui Ogata seemed to be completely unaware of the upcoming parting, and still had that calm appearance. Occasionally, Yukimura Seichi wanted to ask her: Does your heartbeat still become strange now?

He amused himself at the thought.

If it ends here, it's just a stereotyped story of meeting someone and missing it.

The concert hall is isolated from the sound of the pattering rain outside.

Yukimura Seiichi, who checked the tickets and found his seat, accidentally saw a girl sitting next to her. She also blinked in surprise, "The teacher gave me the ticket... She likes this conductor very much."

The boy himself didn't realize it, because of this unexpected encounter, his eyes were already stained with a smile.

After a wonderful performance, they walked side by side in the drizzle street.

Colorful umbrellas collided with each other on the bustling street. He opened the umbrella to include her in it. There was a fresh smell of grass and trees after the rain in the night sky. As if he suddenly thought of something, he turned his head and asked.

"how do you feel?"

"It's great...but I still prefer another conductor."

It was rare to find a place where her aesthetics were inconsistent with his own, Yukimura Seiichi smiled, and was about to speak, when she heard her voice falling in the sound of fine rain.

"However, this conductor has an album that I really love."

"What is it?"

He asked, in fact, he had already meditated the answer in his mind - "Brahms Fourth Symphony".

"Brahms Four."

The colorful neon lights flickered in the night rain, she lowered her head and smiled.

The colorful and hazy light passed through the drizzle and fell on the retina, and the color stayed for a long time, as if it was going to be more deeply imprinted in other places.

—Have you ever met someone who fits perfectly with you?

——The curse that is like a gift of fate refines the sweetest dream invisibly, forcing whoever accepts this gift as a matter of course.At that time, he didn't know whether what he decided to accept was a gift of fate or a curse.

"Yes, I like it too."

Yukimura Seiichi responded softly, and the raindrops reflecting light splashed from the umbrella and slid down around them.

In the ward, Yukimura Seiichi quietly opened his eyes.

The calendar hanging on the white wall clearly shows that it is the autumn of the second year of middle school, and the time when he was just admitted to the hospital due to illness.The violin in the hallucination is still playing, and it is the notes that belong to Yui Ogata that he is very familiar with and heard countless times passing by the piano room.

Outside the window was the light of dawn, and it was so foggy that it was hard to see the way ahead.

Reason told himself that this was just an unexpected moment, a false illusion, as long as he didn't explore the fragmented memory, everything would return to the right track.

but--

Following the vague pictures in his memory, the boy passed by the vacant piano room and the rooftop garden where no one cared about in the faint morning light, and finally stopped in Ogata Yui's class, opened the door, and the blackboard recorded the preparation of the campus Looking at the personnel list of the festival, he saw completely different information behind the familiar names.

Yui Ogata, drama club.

It was as if someone sneered from the deep sky, which was infinitely close to the irony of fate in fantasy.

Seiichi Yukimura was standing by the side door of the auditorium.

This is his third time standing here.

The first time, he opened the door and went in, something fell from above the stage, Ogata Yui hurriedly came from not far away, amidst the chaotic flower petals falling, she asked, "Student, are you alright? "

"..."

She looked at him with a completely strange look, as if he was whoever he was.

Yukimura Seiichi didn't speak, the scene in front of him changed, and the time went back 2 minutes, back to the time when he hadn't entered the door yet.

In order to prove the conjecture in his heart, he pushed the door open again and walked in. The same flower basket fell down, and Yui Ogata uttered the exact same lines, just like the set script.

He closes his eyes, when