shining moment

Usually, there are always many people in the basketball arena, but at this time, there is no one there.

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The door of the basketball hall was pulled open vigorously.

The blue-haired boy in a white shirt walked slowly into the basketball hall.

The wooden floor in the museum is always clean and transparent, reflecting the appearance of the people standing on the floor.

In the side basket, there is a whole basket of basketballs.

The blue-haired boy easily grabbed a basketball and shot a three-pointer.

The basketball entered the frame and then fell to the floor. The familiar sound echoed in the basketball hall.

thump -- thump -- thump --

The basketball landed and slapped the ground with a softer sound.

thump -- thump -- thump --

The blue-haired boy slapped the basketball, and the sound of the basketball hitting the ground was heard louder and louder by the girl.

thump -- thump -- thump --

Holding the basketball given by the boy, the girl could hear her own heartbeat more clearly than the first, as if it was the same as the beating basketball before.

The sunlight outside the window slanted into the basketball hall.

Boys and girls are bathed in the afternoon sun, and the golden light, through the glass windows in the hall, can make people feel warm.

The clean wooden floor clearly reflected the overlapping figures of the two.

The boy slightly bent his knees, and with a slight movement of the hand covering the back of the girl's hand, the basketball in the girl's hand entered the basket in a perfect arc.

The strong wind blew the branches outside the window, and the leaves swayed in the wind, making a rustling sound.

On the trails of the campus, scattered students, some hurried past, some seemed to be taking a leisurely walk because of the afternoon sun.

The warm light dispelled the coldness, as if the windy weather did not bring much cold feeling.

The next day, An Tiansen set foot on the train to Osaka again.

The strong wind blew the boy's hair a little messy.

"Are you lost?" A brown-haired young man in a yellow windbreaker and sunglasses stood beside Mitsui.

"Brother Tsugami?!"

Sumitomo Tsugami put his hands in the pockets of the windbreaker, and seemed to sigh helplessly: "I said, you two will really make people around you worry for you..." After that, the whisper to himself disappeared in this way. In the howling wind, "By the way, when will Shinraku agree to go to Holland with me for vacation..."

The weather is getting cooler.

Whether it is Osaka or Tokyo, such windy weather has not improved.

The temperature gradually drops day by day.

But this has not dissuaded young basketball enthusiasts from their love of basketball.

Whether it is outdoors or indoors on the basketball court, young and active figures can be seen.

"Ah, isn't that Mitsui?" Miyagi Ryota, who was holding a basketball, saw Mitsui passing by the basketball court, waved loudly, and shouted, "Hey! Mitsui! Don't you want to play a game?!"

"Miyagi! Immortal! And Fujima!"

The long-lost teenagers meet again on the court. Fujima and Mitsui, who have not played a game for a long time, can still play at their original level. Compared with Miyagi Ryota and Sendo Akira, who practice basketball all day, they will not be at a disadvantage. .

"We are still here tomorrow, are you still coming?" Miyagi invited in this way at sunset, diamond earrings shining conspicuously on the earlobe.

An Tiansen hurried past the basketball court on the street in Osaka again, and saw a teenager holding a camera, with his back to himself, facing the basketball court, staring at the camera screen intently, and said with a strong Kansai accent: Take a good look!"

Aida Yanichi, who was in Lingnan back then, is still obsessed with basketball in his own way, recording every basketball game.

The strong wind made people feel more and more cold, and An Tiansen wrapped his coat tightly after get off work, and hurried back to the apartment.

After opening the door, An Tiansen hastily closed the door again.

After taking a shower, I changed into comfortable home clothes.

Turn on the TV, and the anchor inside is reporting the latest weather conditions: "...The typhoon is expected to land in a few days..."

Anderson came to the restaurant while brushing his hair again, and had dinner.

The strong wind outside the window raged across the streets and alleys, and the howling sound became louder and louder in this gradually quiet night.

Before the typhoon landed, Anderson had to go to the company to report as usual.

In this strange city, in this strange environment, everything seemed extremely cold.

Dragging her exhausted body home, the girl felt as if she would be blown away by the wind at any time if she didn't use her strength to stand still due to the strong wind.

Chicken soup was heating up on the stove in the apartment, and the aroma permeated the entire kitchen.

The phone kept ringing.

"Moses, Moses." The girl seemed to have a slightly nasal voice when she spoke.

"It's me, do you have a cold?"

"kindness."

"Well, let's not talk about this first, are you at home?"

"Eh? Well, in the apartment in Osaka."

"Open the door."

"Eh?"

"I am by the door."

Anderson opened the door of the apartment again, and saw Mitsui Shou who hadn't seen him for a few days.

An Tiansen looked at Mitsui who came from Tokyo again, and said with a strong nasal voice: "You just come here like this, the internship..."

"I asked for leave for a few days, and I just encountered a typhoon. It seems that I will stay here in Osaka for a while." Mitsui said in the kitchen, and continued to process the ingredients, "Ma, I just need to find the paper. If you help me, I just took this opportunity to finish my thesis in Osaka, which is a worthwhile trip."

The boy's slender fingers with well-defined bones gently picked up the wooden spatula on one side, and the fragrance of the ingredients soon wafted away.

Dinner is a simple four dishes and one soup.

Exquisite presentation and attractive aroma will whet your appetite.

Dim lights, simple ceramic bowls and dishes neatly arranged on the tablecloth, and steaming delicious dishes add warmth to the monotonous apartment.

After dinner, the two discussed the details of the thesis.

"If the data is listed in this way, it will be more clear..."

"Here you can insert the case from that year..."

The wind outside the window seemed to be blowing more and more violently, and the windows began to vibrate slightly.

After the girl drank a glass of warm milk, she heard a crisp sound, accompanied by the whistling wind, her figure was taken aback, and she was just about to put down the empty glass in her hand, but was stopped by the soft and quiet sound. Stop the action.

The boy looked around, patted the girl on the shoulder and said, "It's just that the strong wind blew the flowerpot upstairs."

The crisp sound seemed to be the sound of glass being shattered, but it turned out to be just the shattering sound of a flowerpot falling to the ground.

The girl put down the cup in her hand.

Seeing that he had finished his empty cup, the boy asked, "Did you sleep well recently?"

"Just getting used to it."

"Really?" The boy walked into the kitchen and opened the refrigerator.

Not long after opening the refrigerator, the boy held the milk box and asked worriedly: "The shelf life of this milk is coming soon, how much did you drink just now?"

"Eh? I drank a big glass...well...it should be fine...probably..." The girl replied a little stiffly.

"I was worrying too much, don't think too much, go and rest." The boy pushed the girl who caught a cold into the bedroom to rest.

At night, there was no other sound except the wind outside.

In the middle of the night, the boy heard a faint voice from outside the door, got up and opened the door, turned on the light in the living room, and saw the girl sitting on the floor leaning against the wall with a pale face.

The boy looked worriedly at the girl who could only breathe heavily, and without the slightest hesitation, he was sent directly to the hospital.

It wasn't until the next morning that the girl, accompanied by the boy, returned to the apartment.

After the blue-haired boy covered the girl with the quilt, he also began to feel sleepy.

As the typhoon crossed the border, residents around Osaka also stayed behind closed doors.

Even Tokyo has been implicated.

The wind outside the window was like a roaring beast.

The glass windows vibrated constantly.

But the two people in the room fell into a deep sleep because of being too tired.

The boy didn't know when, but he carefully noticed that the girl was always a little abnormal in such typhoon weather, maybe she was simply afraid of this kind of weather.The boy who thinks like this will always accompany the girl on such days.

The fetters of time, the fetters of growth, make the intersection of two people in each other's lives deeper and deeper, like two intertwined red threads, on the roulette wheel of fate, they are finally walking on the track of reincarnation superior.

In the afternoon, heavy rain fell on the window, and the sound of tick-tock, accompanied by the sound of strong wind, woke up the two who had slept for a long time.

The boy got up and poured a glass of water for the sick girl.

The girl who drank the medicine didn't feel sleepy anymore because she had slept for a while.

The girl seemed to see the pink object shaking in front of her eyes, and raised her lowered eyes.

"Because a lot of things happened before, so I almost forgot, I bought you a gift before I came here." The boy shook the necklace in his hand, approached him, and put it on for the girl.

The girl looked at the necklace around her neck, there was a ring hanging beside the rose-colored pendant.

The boy whispered in the girl's ear, as if with a spell, the girl nodded slightly.

On the street where the wind blows, the leaves are frantically swishing, blowing up scattered leaves and flying flowers, raising dust and fine sand, making people look around and can't see the scene in front of them clearly.

Many trains have also been suspended, companies are no longer running normally, and people are sheltering at home, waiting for the day when the typhoon will no longer sweep the city in a few days.

When the weather gradually improved and the typhoon had passed, it was already four days later.

Yasuda Mori, who has basically recovered his health, bid farewell to Mitsui and continued his busy life in Osaka.

And Mitsui was also busy running between Tokyo and Kanagawa, and occasionally used his spare time to call Yasuda Mori in Osaka, or occasionally send a text message.

Time passed quietly without knowing it.

During the graduation season, although Yasuda Mori returned to Tokyo, he returned to Osaka in a hurry after the end.

In the days after graduation, Yasuda Mori also stayed in Osaka.

After a short reunion, it was another parting.

The author has something to say: I've been busy recently, it seems that this chapter has been delayed for a long time... It can only be said that it will be updated from time to time... but it won't take too long...