"Digimon 03" black and white fluorescent

April is the season of cherry blossoms.When the new semester came, Xinying and Jianliang entered Dianqiao Primary School, which was closer to the apartment, but for some reason they were not in the same class.

For Xinying, the biggest problem is the language barrier.Although I lived in Japan for nearly half a month and got help from the Li family, I barely got used to this strange pronunciation.However, it is still difficult for a child to use it flexibly.So in such ignorance, Xinying walked into the elementary school campus in Japan.

In addition, according to her father's entrustment, Uncle Li arranged for her to continue learning piano lessons.After school every Monday, Wednesday and Friday, she would go to the teacher's residence to study.The piano is the only memory she had with her mother when she was young, so the piano lessons three times a week are actually her most important expectation.

Time flies and half a year has passed.

In the climate of late autumn and early winter, there is a faint chill in the air.

The bell for the end of class rang in the teaching building of Dianqiao Primary School.After the one-day course, the students walked out of the classroom one after another with their schoolbags on their backs, or went home, or participated in club activities.The gate of the school can be seen from the window of the classroom, the shadows of the students are drawn very long by the setting sun, and a few children in the lower grades are happily playing the game of stepping on each other's shadows.

"Student Yao, let's go back first!"

Kato, who was on duty today, stood at the door and waved to her. After seeing her smile back, he slightly closed the door of the classroom, revealing a small gap.Seeing that Kato's figure had completely disappeared behind the classroom door, Xinying withdrew her stiff smile and turned her attention back to the composition in front of her that needed to be revised.

Kato and Jianliang passed by each other, running in small steps to catch up with their companions who were already walking ahead.

Jianliang looked curiously from the door, only Xinying was sitting in the empty classroom.She held a pen in her hand, not knowing what she was writing.In addition to the pencil case and homework book, there is also a thick Chinese-Japanese dictionary spread out on her desk.At this time, seeing her write two strokes, she narrowed her eyes again, carefully comparing the entries on a certain page of the dictionary.

"Are you encountering something you don't understand again?" Jian Liang deliberately slowed down his speech, so that she could understand every pronunciation of him.

"Ah, Jianliang!" Xinying looked at him with a smile on her face, "The teacher asked me to finish correcting the composition this time and send it later." She hesitated for a while, showing a confused look, and tentatively said: syllable, "Goddess?"

"It's the 'faculty room'." Jianliang smiled and corrected her pronunciation, and at the same time walked to her desk and looked down at the composition she was revising, "Show me?" With an expression, he seemed to have guessed what she would say next, and slowly added, "Hurry up, so you can go home quickly."

On days without piano lessons, he would invite her to go home with him.Xinying thought for a moment, and felt that if she continued to dawdle, she would waste a lot of time, so she turned her body slightly to make room for him.

With Jianliang's help, Xinying's progress was much faster unconsciously, and it didn't take long for her to finish the teacher's homework.Secretly relieved, she picked up the revised homework book, and after earnestly thanking her, she subconsciously glanced at the sunset outside the window, and said to the boy: "Then I will hand the book to the teacher first, soon, Be back soon."

Accidentally said "soon" twice, sounding like a stutter.

Watching Xinying trot out of the classroom, Jianliang turned his eyes and looked around the classroom of Class Two.Inadvertently, he found a small calendar card in the thick dictionary on Xinying's desk.Out of curiosity, he stretched out his hand, pulled it out from between the pages, and looked down.

Then, a daze flashed across the boy's face.

"I'm back, I'm sorry, have you been waiting for a long time?" Xinying stopped at the door, holding the door frame with her hands and breathing smoothly.It seemed that she trotted all the way here in a hurry.

The boy walked slowly towards her carrying her schoolbag.Her flustered look made him laugh out loud, "No, it's just that if you're not hurrying up, mom might have to wait in a hurry... Say yes, let's go to my house for dinner today!"

Xinying blushed, she took the schoolbag from his hand with some embarrassment, "Thank you." She muttered in a low voice.

"No, it's me. I'm sorry for touching your things casually." Jian Liang looked at the girl's blue eyes, and there was a hint of guilt in his voice.

"This kind of thing is okay."

Xinying will not discover the pun hidden in this sentence.

"Brother Jianliang, where are you going so late?" Xiaochun spread her body in the corner, and just poked her head out to look curiously at her brother who was sitting at the entrance and putting on his shoes.

"Well, there's something wrong." He wrapped his fingertips around the shoelaces, but didn't give a direct answer.

"But..." Xiaochun pouted and wanted to say something, but was interrupted by Mayumi's call, "Xiaochun, what are you doing? It's time for you to go to bed!"

Xiaochun turned around dissatisfied, and contradicted: "But brother Jianliang didn't sleep either!"

"Ara, Jianliang, are you going out so late?" It seemed that Mayumi ran out of the kitchen in a hurry, her fingers were still stained with the water drops from washing the dishes, and she only had time to simply touch her apron. Just give it a few wipes.

Jianliang turned around and secretly hid the paper bag in his hand behind his back, "Well, Mom, I'll go to Xinying's house. I finished reading the book she lent me a few days ago, so I have to return it to her." He rolled his eyes carefully, feeling extremely disturbed at the lame lie he had told.

Mayumi untied her apron, then hugged Haru.She didn't miss the shifting gaze of the younger son and the imperceptible blush on his face, but she still smiled knowingly: "Well, I see, you go. It's just going to a girl's house, so be polite!"

"Okay." After saying this, he ran out the door in a few steps.

Xiaochun stared in the direction of the door in puzzlement, then looked at her mother's face, and asked strangely, "Mom, why are you smiling so happily?"

"Well...Xiaochun, let's go to bed! What story do you want to hear today?" Mayumi changed the subject in a timely manner, and walked towards her bedroom with her daughter in her arms.

Taking the elevator downstairs, Jianliang still felt a little nervous holding the paper bag.Ever since he saw that card yesterday, he seemed to have been thinking about it, so he took advantage of the time after school to buy this.

With a sound of "ding", the elevator door opened.He walked quickly to the door with the Chinese character "Yao" in front of it, and stretched out his arms to ring the electric bell in front of the door.

The moment he touched the bell and rang the bell, he suddenly heard the sound of a piano, faintly coming from the other end of the door.

He didn't know what the tune was, but felt that the tune was softly transmitted to his ears, and he couldn't help but retract his hand, feeling a burst of sadness in his heart for no reason.

Is that Xinying playing such a tune?I always feel that it is very different from the smiling girl in his impression.Just listening to it like this makes people feel that something bad is gradually spreading, and the heart is empty, only feeling helpless and lonely.

Suddenly, there was an embarrassing pause from inside the door. After the short echo, the crisp sound of the piano stopped abruptly, and the room was vacantly surrounded by silence, and there was no more life.

At this moment, Jianliang rang the doorbell.

"Ding Dong", the sound of "Ding Dong" broke the silence in the room.

Jian Liang waited at the door for a while, and the door opened slightly.The chain that locked the door fixed the gap in the door so slightly that the girl's pale face poked out through the gap.

Her eyes were bright, but they were not the kind of bright eyes that expressed joy that he had seen on weekdays. Rather, they looked more like tears filled their eye sockets.But behind her, there was darkness, as if there was neon light from the outside world, shining into the house through the huge French windows in the living room, leaving a piece of not bright light.

"Jianliang! Why did you come here suddenly?" Seeing him, Xinying was obviously surprised.Speaking of which, she untied the chain bolt hanging on the door, asked him to enter the room, raised her hand at the same time, and turned on the indoor light.

The room brightened instantly.The living room is clean and tidy, the furniture is spotless.The only thing that showed signs of movement was the piano placed by the floor-to-ceiling windows, the lid was open, and the sheet music for practice was spread out on it.

Jianliang couldn't help trembling.Before it was time to provide heating, he felt a chill in the empty room. He couldn't tell where it came from, but he knew that he couldn't feel such cold at all in his own home.

"Sit down, sit down, I'll get you a drink." Xinying stepped on her slippers and walked from him to the kitchen, her voice was still filled with the sweet smile he was familiar with, as if the paleness and tears he saw just now Light is nothing but an illusion created in a dark environment.

"Wait." He said.

The girl turned her head and looked at him in confusion.

"I just want to give this to you." He hesitated, and handed over the paper bag printed with cute cartoon patterns, "Happy birthday, Xinying." He whispered, turning his face away with some embarrassment.

The girl froze in place.Her originally pale face was gradually covered with a faint blush, and her blue eyes were like a pure ocean, sparkling with broken light.

"Thank you, thank you..." The tongue seemed to be disobedient, and every syllable she uttered was weird, "I, can I, can I open it?" Xinying took it with both hands Inquiring in a low voice, she quietly raised her eyes to observe his expression.

Jian Liang said kindly.

She carefully opened the paper bag and pulled out a bright red hair tie from it.The soft satin is held between the fingers, and the dark lines can still be vaguely seen under the light.It is a very common style in gift shops, but Xinying seemed to be seeing such a headband for the first time, and looked at it for a long time.

"Can I have a try?" she asked cautiously.

Seeing him nodding, Xinying showed a satisfied smile.When turning into the inner room, Jian Liang noticed that her steps were much lighter.

I don't know how long I waited, but Jian Liang just stood there doing nothing.He obviously noticed that at that moment just now, the air-conditioning in the room seemed to dissipate a lot with Xinying's smile.It's just that at that time he didn't understand the cause and effect, but he had an incredible feeling in the blur.

Xinying looked a little shy when she walked out of the room.She gathered all her long black hair to the right side and tied it into a high slanted ponytail.After the hair was tied, the red headband was spirally wrapped around her jet-black hair, looking very energetic. "How, how?" She tugged at the cuff with her fingers, and kept her eyes on the stripes on the wooden floor when she asked this question.

Lifting her eyes quietly, she found that the boy was staring at her without blinking, and replied solemnly: "It's very suitable for you!"

It seems to have started from that time.After a long time, Xinying stared at the mirror, still adorned with the long hair headband.Although the color is not as bright as before, it is still the most important thing in her heart.