[Comprehensive] The eldest lady of the famous family

Looking out through the falling panoramic window, the Tokyo Tower at night is like a beam of warm flames that will never go out, holding up the sky that is close to the dark blue sky, and pouring down the light without hesitation.The lights in the distance light up one after another, and they move away vertically with a sense of ritual. The countless lights and towering buildings support the "day" in another sense for the starry night.

Mao had already quietly put down his fork, silently staring at this different kind of beauty.

"I like watching night scenes." Mao said softly, with a clear voice, with a bit of honey sweetness, a unique taste that cannot be learned, "Whether it is the idyllic night scene in the countryside, or the so-called 'cold' night scene in the city, I like it." I like them all."

"It's really beautiful." Akashi also finished his meal. If it wasn't for Mao who was still eating dessert, his standard speed should be slightly faster than this, but he enjoys it now. Makes me feel peaceful."

Mao asked, "Is it because of the extra training?"

"Yes."

Akashi didn't expect her to react so quickly.

Sure enough, Mao's next words were: "I also started to notice the night sky that appears every day because of this."

She smiled and was a little playful, "When I first learned German, my pronunciation was always wrong. The teacher practiced with me all night. At that time... I felt too guilty. When the German teacher comforted me, he said, let I look at the sky."

When she said this, there was obvious nostalgia in her eyes.

"It's just that I misunderstood." There was a smile in Mao's voice.

Akashi: "Huh?"

Mao retracted her gaze, as if the broken light of the lamp was still floating in her eyes, the sea blue pupils were so beautiful at this moment that people couldn't take their eyes off: "The teacher told me later that it was to make me look up so that I would not shed tears easily."

But she thought that the teacher was using the quiet company of the whole starry sky to tell her that she was not alone.

Akashi laughed: "This is also a beautiful misunderstanding."

"Yes." Mao bent his eyes, saw the beautiful dessert in front of him, and felt even better, and couldn't help but want to say a few more words, "At that time, I didn't know why I had to learn so many things, and I didn't care if things went wrong. I would feel sad...but I realized later that what I learned was nothing."

My brother worked harder than her, and his schedule was full, and he arranged all kinds of elite courses almost seamlessly, but under such circumstances, one day, my brother came over to my father during the break of fencing class and said that he wanted to play tennis.

At that time, tennis was not included in my brother's curriculum, so it was not particularly necessary.

Mao was curious about this, and proud of his brother who loves something like this.

So there is no reason to cry, and gradually began to grope to understand what it means to "have fun".

"I was in a similar situation when I first started the heavier classes."

As soon as Akashi raised his head, he noticed the obvious surprise on Mao's face.

so cute.

This sentence suddenly appeared in the bottom of my heart, which Akashi himself did not expect.

Resting his mind, Akashi asked, "What's wrong?"

"It's quite unexpected." Mao said unabashedly, "In my heart, Masamune, you... Well, you are the kind of person who is always omnipotent - like a character that only appears in novels, I can't think of you at all There will be times when you are not good at something or feel stressed..."

She frowned suddenly, and changed her words with apology: "My expectations are a bit scary, I didn't mean to say that on purpose, but... I think Zheng Jun is very good, so I heard that the past has not gotten better. When Zheng Jun, I felt a little novel, and because I hadn't thought about it, I was surprised."

Why can she always say such beautiful and heartbreaking words?

Akashi's mood is maintained at a rather rare high index, and as long as he sees Mao, this index will inevitably increase and rise.

... There is really no other way.

Akashi sighed inwardly.

"I was praised in another way by you again." Akashi still smiled, his eyes were like water, showing gentle emotions, "I won't change easily because of that expectation, don't be so concerned about the wording, Mao, it doesn't matter in front of me .”

Mao pursed his lips, realized something was wrong, and quickly retracted: "Okay."

Akashi laughed lightly, like a light slap across his ears, tickling and pleasant to hear: "When I was eight years old, my mother gave me a basketball. I don't know if it was the right timing or my deepest interest. I quickly I just fell in love with this sport, because the course is too full, I can only use the moonlight to try the hand feeling a little, even if the time is short, the mood can be effectively improved."

It was also from that time that I began to look at the night scene, the boundless silence blended into the negative darkness, but it was not without light, and it was more clear to guide.

Even though day and night are opposites, it is unknown which one is more suitable from another angle. This is exactly the multi-faceted nature of things.

He had met Mao a long time ago, and only three times remained in his memory the most.

The first time was when the two mothers met in private, Mao followed Keigo Atobe, small and soft, Atobe held her hand firmly, looking at him with hostile eyes; Mao But poked his head from behind Atobe, blinked with half of his face, looked at him curiously, and smiled brightly at him.

The second time was my mother's birthday. Mrs. Atobe brought Mao back. Keigo Atobe didn't go with him. Mao was assigned to him. Akashi took her to the flower house. The little girl liked flowers very much. Akashi just didn't know how to take her there. What is the best place, so the two stayed in the greenhouse for almost the whole afternoon, and did not leave until the banquet started.Akashi introduced all kinds of flowers to her, and Mao listened very carefully, exclaiming "Akashi-kun is so amazing" from time to time, not perfunctory at all, nor resisting him, and not being dissatisfied with the marriage that I occasionally saw in TV dramas yelling.

Mao just walked down like that, don't bother him to worry too much, after listening to him introduce all the flowers in the greenhouse, he began to talk about his thoughts on flowers naturally, and finally talked about fairy tales and legends in ancient Greek mythology .

She was so reassuring that when Akashi thought about it now, he would feel that the hospitality he made at that time was too rough and rude.

The third time was her mother's funeral. Since the second official contact, Akashi had been looking forward to seeing Mao again for a while, but I heard that she has been in poor health, and sometimes she is practicing equestrianism, or any other sports, even When playing basketball, he would occasionally be distracted and think: Has Mao Atobe never been able to do this?Is she still in poor health now?

The mother's body was already on the decline, and Akashi did think for a moment: What should I do if her body gets worse and worse in the future?

Illness is a very painful thing, and what is even more painful is being unable to recover.

At his mother's funeral, Akashi clearly realized that something had changed. Mao followed Keigo Atobe and comforted Mrs. Atobe who couldn't help crying with his father.Probably because Uncle Atobe said something, Mao suddenly froze for a moment, looked at him, and then she ran over.

"Akashi-kun."

Mao's voice was a little hoarse. If Akashi had paid attention at that time, he would have guessed that she was still sick on the spot.

But he really couldn't get out of the excessive sadness at that time, Mao stood in front of him for a while, leaned over and hugged him.

As he remembered, his whole body was as soft as cotton candy, with an unknown aroma, pleasant and warm: "Akashi-kun."

She called out again, as if she didn't know what to say.

Akashi felt the faint heat and humidity on his shoulder.

she cried.

……

There were other occasions, but only these three times, Akashi remembers the most clearly. The long way to the airport kept replaying in his mind, and he knew that it was unlikely to see her, but Akashi still couldn't help thinking, she would say What's the first thing you say to yourself?

He has seen her photos every year, almost watching her grow up, as if he finally has someone to accompany him in the heavy loneliness, and he will not be separated.

Akashi then remembered the words she said intermittently when Mao hugged him tightly and cried:

"No... you are alone..."

He was not afraid of difficulties and challenges, but at the moment when his mother passed away, he found that he was the only one left standing in the deserted wilderness in the suffocating "must win" instruction.

But Mao appeared.

She was better than anything Akashi could have imagined.

Akashi looked at Mao who was looking out the window, immersed in the night scene, couldn't help but follow the timing of her smile, and bent his eyebrows and eyes very simply and unreasonably.

This may be the last gift his mother left him.

More than a gift from God.