[Net King] Live up to the original

Since he decided to go home, he has never regretted it, but when he really stood at the door of the house he had been away for four years, he couldn't help but take a step back, which aroused strange surprise from his sister. look.

Is this close to home?Guanyue laughed at himself.

It was afternoon, and the sun was shining brightly, but no matter how strong the sun was in winter, it was just warm, not scorching, and there was no extravagant hope of moths jumping into the flames, simple and simple.

Just like his stupid parents.

Sister Guanyue's movement of opening the door was a bit rusty, she must have not been back for a long time.Guanyue listened casually, the phrase "I'm back" from a familiar voice that I haven't heard in four years.

touch.

Guanyue heard the voices of her parents inside, as well as the loud sound of accidentally bumping into a heavy object, as if she accidentally bumped into the door when she was leaving the bedroom door.

"Aki, are you back? Why didn't you call us in advance?"

Guanyue reached out to touch the corner of her lips, the curve was upward, he was smiling, and then the voice was not too loud, losing the immaturity characteristic of childhood: "I'm back."

The sound coming from inside was louder, as if desperate to come out to see who it was, and knocked down more utensils.

Guanyue Yaji was already very familiar with what this stupid couple could do. She helped her forehead helplessly, "Here we go again." Then she changed into her slippers and went in to help. Halfway through, she suddenly turned around and said to her younger brother who was standing in the entrance: "Find the slippers yourself, you will definitely know which pair it is."

Just like what my sister said, Guanyue saw her pair almost at a glance. They were dark black and had no pattern, except for a small row of golden tennis balls on the edge, which was sewed on by his mother himself. , stitch by stitch, extremely attentive.

——"Ah Chu?"

Just when Guan Yue took out the pair of slippers that would be re-stitched by his mother every year, this voice appeared, with obvious tremors, and then he found that his hand holding the slippers was trembling at the same frequency.

What kind of feeling is this?Guanyue thinks this is like a green orange, it looks bitter, but it is actually bitter, but there is always someone who can taste different flavors from it, and he is the one who tastes other flavors now.

"Well, it's me, I'm back."

He repeated it again, stood up and smiled at the woman leaning against the doorframe, that was his stupid mother, his one and only one.

It's the same here, it's the only one, his home, no matter how good the Echizen family treats him, it will never be comparable, his home.

"Achu!"

This call already had a crying voice, excited, joyful, and completely positive emotions. Guan Yuelu finally couldn't help it, ran over and hugged the son whom he hadn't seen in four years, and accidentally took him down in the process All kinds of furniture, Guanyue looked funny, but couldn't laugh.

Is this family affection? Guanyue closed her eyes, accepting the hug from her relatives and the tears dripping on his shirt.

Guanyuelu hugged her tighter and tighter, as if trying to make up for all the missing hugs in the past four years. Guanyue couldn't help but look at his sister with pleading eyes, but Guanyue Yaji just smiled and stood in front of her mother just now. location to watch a play.

So Guanyue decided to save himself. His hands that had been hanging on both sides were lifted up, and he patted Guanyuelu's waist, sighed, and said helplessly, "Idiot mother, do you want me to be so stupid when I first come back?" Are you strangled to death, let go quickly."

It usually sounds like all kinds of words that turn into anger from embarrassment, but at this time, they say more helpless, but they are very useful. Hearing these words, Guanyue Green loosened Guanyue's jacket. Although he was still sobbing, he had already much better.

"Hey, what's wrong with my wife—A Chu?" Guan Yue's father finally appeared behind the door.

"I'm back, Dad."

Guanyue blinked, smiled and said the sentence he said for the third time today.

I am back.

It sounds very simple, but it is not simple for the people who watch the moon.

Guanyue looked at the tennis racket in the corner of the room, it was the only one left in this house before he left, and he missed tennis.But now, he probably won't take it to the court again for the rest of his life.

Pulling off the wristband of his right hand, the marks that should not have appeared on a child of his age have not disappeared. The needle-like hole looks shocking, and he himself does not know why he made such a decision at that time.

It's broken, probably.Guanyue thought of that dark room, the curtains that he closed with his own hands, and those nightmares that couldn't be shaken off.The devil's whispers have been lingering in his ears, telling his evil deeds word by word, engraved on his bones, and he cannot escape.Those words whipped him, self-destructive enough to describe, as though years of psychic oppression and fear-inducing vengeance on others had come true.

This is his sin.

While he was hurting others, he also planted an incentive for self-harm.

What is despair?He thought that was it.

Guanyue sat in front of the spotless desk, the decorations on the desk and the position of the books were still exactly the same as before, meticulous and perfectly preserved.When he came back, he didn't bring those notebooks with all kinds of data and scripts. If he insisted, he only brought back his own brain about this aspect.

It's enough.

Pulling off the cap of the fountain pen, this is his favorite one in the past. Pens can always be left unused for a long time. Although it is definitely more difficult to write than four years ago, what he needs now, It just "works".

Guanyue's writing speed is quite fast. After all, as a manager, he needs to record the opponent's data in real time during the game. "The past is dead, but people are alive." He has always remembered this matter very clearly.

He didn't realize until he had written a whole page. Now that he had decided not to play tennis again, what meaning did these statistics mean to him?So the tip of the pen drew a huge "X" on the paper, tearing the innocent paper with great force.

In the process of returning, I didn’t have time to think so much. I stopped to think calmly and realized that my mind was full of tennis, and there was nothing not about tennis.

What the hell is this?

He smiled bitterly.

Guan Yue put aside the notebook that he tore off a page with force, and took out his past diary. Before he went to the United States, he had a good habit of keeping a diary, but after he went to the United States, the increase in training made him lose time. To maintain this, the diary I took with me also made the training schedule for the school tennis team.

The handwriting was exactly the same as now, much immature, but very neat, and he seemed to be able to see his young self lying on this table, looking up the dictionary and writing at the same time.

Now that I think about it, it was ridiculously naive. In order not to write typos and be ridiculed by others, he always spent twice as much time as others in keeping a diary, which was really scary.

He must have been such a person at the beginning of the month, pursuing perfection, expecting the ultimate, never letting go of himself, and respecting his opponents, which is why he became what he is now.

Even if he does it all over again, as Guan Yue, he will continue to live like this, and continue...to be like today.

--tennis.

Guanyue stood up and walked to the corner where he had been warning himself not to pay too much attention since he came back to this room. A tennis racket was lying there quietly.

He squatted down, higher than the tennis racket leaning against the wall, very close, so close that if he stretched out his hand, he could touch the handle of the racket, so he stretched out his hand, but was touching He retracted it a second ago, as if he had been scalded, and moved very quickly.

Untouchable.

He knows this better than anyone.

It's not about distance, it's about mentality.

He doesn't want to play anymore, so what right does he have to touch the racket?

It was he himself who was refusing, so why bother talking.

Guanyue remained silent, lifted the racket from the middle, and carefully placed it at the bottom of the closet, which meant that it was very precious, but he would not pick it up again.

Guan Yue has never been like this today, looking forward to one day in the future, he will regret his decision.

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2016