[Black Basket] Shooting a Lover

Ten years later—

Akashi Seijuro saw Sugawara Chiaki again on a snowy day, a girl in a bustard feather-colored kimono stood outside the gallery door and kept rubbing her hands to keep warm.

Unlike the other girls who watched the scene of heavy snowfall happily, the girl whose cheeks were frozen red was full of disgust and dissatisfaction with the snowy day, and when she sneezed because of the cold , and even reached the peak: "Really, what is that guy doing? It's been so long and you still haven't come to pick me up. You must teach him a lesson when you go back!"

The bad-tempered girl frowned and complained about her husband's inconsiderateness. After noticing Akashi's scrutiny on her, the girl returned Akashi's vicious stare. That cold look made people wonder if Akashi continued to look at her. Will she leave immediately in the heavy snow.

Calmly withdrawing his gaze from the girl, Akashi lowered his eyes and was about to walk off the platform, but suddenly there was a voice from behind him who was out of breath from the old housekeeper: "Master Seijuro, please wait a moment, that painter I promised to sell the painting to you."

The old butler holding a half-human-height portrait walked up to Akashi with a "hum-chi-hum-chi", and the old butler, who was proud of himself for being strong and strong, smiled and said to Akashi: "Look, it's the one you want. Draw it? It’s a beautiful picture. The girl in the picture smiles like an angel. This reminds me of, uh..." Before he could finish speaking, the old butler with gray hair was stunned. Looking at the girl not far ahead who was so cold that she kept sneezing.

The old butler's and Akashi's eyes looked exactly the same, which made the girl frowned subconsciously. It just so happened that the person she was waiting for had already arrived, and the girl who ran down the platform with a disgusted expression, after going down the stairs, grabbed the person's hair to vent her depression. Emotion: "Hey, why are you here so late? Do you know how long I've been waiting for you?!"

"Ah! I'm sorry, I'm sorry! It's snowing too much. I'm stuck in traffic on the way here." He begged for mercy from the girl who was pulling his hair with a good temper. When he was holding his hand, he suddenly took something out of his trouser pocket and unpacked it, and stuffed it into the girl's mouth while the girl was not paying attention: "Look! Your favorite chocolate! Is it delicious?"

"What, you just want to please me with a piece of chocolate?" The girl with her hands crossed her chest tried hard to look disdainful, but the joy from her heart still made her laugh involuntarily: "Okay, look at Forget about giving me chocolates, go back quickly! If you don't go back, it will be too late, he must be starving, did you leave him something to eat when you went out?"

"Talk about me!" Unexpectedly, the girl's heart-warming words made the young man jump his feet instantly, and the young man with his mouth puckered up unwillingly followed the girl's footsteps and said, "When you have a son, you forget about your husband. A son is still a son!"

"How old are you, and you still care about your children?"

"...I don't care! Anyway, you must love me more than your son!" The young man shook his head and emphasized this point to his wife. It was no surprise to see his wife beating his chest with hands in anger, and the young man squinted his eyes in satisfaction. laughed.

"Smiling like a fool, they are all fathers. Really, what's going on today, just meet two people who looked at me with strange eyes, and you still..."

"weirdo?"

"Well, that look is too annoying, I don't want to remember, go back quickly."

"If you don't want to remember, then don't remember."

The two laughed and played and left, leaving footprints of different shades on the ground covered by heavy snow, and the paired footprints were very dazzling to the old housekeeper.

"That's obviously Miss Qianqiu, isn't it?" Puzzled by Akashi's reluctance to catch up, the old housekeeper asked obediently: "You never forgot her, didn't you? Even if Miss Qianqiu has a husband and son , according to your conditions, it must be..."

The old butler spoke excitedly, but Akashi, who gently placed the painting on the ground, just quietly looked at the girl in the portrait.

In the portrait, the black-haired girl raises her arms and smiles among the bright yellow sunflower bushes, the sun that has smudged the sky into the girl's pupils, and the invisible wind lifts the corners of the girl's blue skirt high, The soft hair and skirt swayed in the sunflower bushes blown by the wind, forming a water-like outline.

"No, she's not." I don't know how long it took, Akashi finally said: "It's not that I can't find her, the reason I don't look for her is because she never left my side, she always They're all by my side."

He is no longer the gentle and jade-like young Akashi, and she is no longer the Sugawara Chiaki whose smile is warmer than the sun. They have all changed and become as tired as the empty moon.

Although her body seemed to live in another soul, the girl who put her head on his shoulder on a rainy day and smiled and said that Chiaki Sugawara liked Akashi never left.Akashi can still recall the warmth of her smile, just as he understands the reason for her decision.

——I hope you have a better life than anyone else. If one day I become another person completely, that person must hate you and hurt you.But I don't hate you, Sugawara Chiaki doesn't hate Akashi, I will always be by your side.So, Akashi, don't forget me.

——Because I love you more than anyone else, I can't bear to hurt you.

——Make a childish promise again, let's talk about running away together, nah.

Walking through the long, snow-trodden road, the evening sunlight streamed down from the gradually dissipating clouds, and Akashi closed his eyes in the twilight that appeared countless times in his memory.

It is said that the most painful life is nothing more than a dream, but the yellowing years are cruel but beautiful existences. At least at this moment, the scenery in his memory is still there. When he looked back at the setting sun, he seemed to see Those who once had burning youth.

The ice and snow melted, and the joys and pains that were deeply rooted in his heart faded away, and became full of vitality again, just like every time spring goes and spring returns.

A prosperous life is a hundred years of ups and downs, a little bit of wind and moon, and a thousand autumns have passed.

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