"Digimon 03" black and white fluorescent

Washing off the tears on her face in the park, Xinying patted her cheeks, and took another deep breath to calm her chaotic emotions.

It was clear that she decided to go back...but facing Liu Ji and the others, she still felt so much reluctance.Did she make a wrong decision?

The hand on the sink clenched unconsciously, then loosened again feebly.

It seems that a long time ago, she had discussed the issue of "partners" with the fox beast in this park.I can still vaguely remember the clear moonlight that night, but the slender figure standing on the swing has disappeared.Now she seems to be trapped in the emotional vortex of "friendship", with inseparable emotions clinging to her heart, but who can answer her confusion at this moment?

She sighed again, wiping the water stains from her cheeks.

"Xinying?"

Hearing this voice, Xinying, who was about to pick up her schoolbag and return, froze suddenly.Her fingers were firmly on the sink, she was so nervous that she didn't dare to turn around at this moment, and greeted the other party as usual.

"What's the matter, haven't you come home at this time?" Jian Liang walked up slowly with the shopping bag in his arms, and turned his head to look at her, "I'm really sorry today, because at home..." Halfway through the explanation, he seemed to pay attention He stretched out his hand like something, and then slowly withdrew it.

"You are crying." He softly stated the facts he saw.

"Huh?" Xinying raised her hand to wipe away the water stains that remained on her cheeks, "It's just water, just the water that got on her face when she washed her face." She defended in a panic, but moved away unconsciously. out of sight.

Jianliang stared at her silently for a moment, and finally smiled relievedly: "Well, I probably misread it." He changed the subject in a timely manner, "Okay, it's getting late, let's go back. "

Xinying nodded silently, picked up her schoolbag and followed Jianliang.The two of them never communicated again.Xinying looked down at the side-by-side shadows under the street lamp from long to short, overlapped and then separated, repeating the same process over and over again.She didn't try to probe into the thoughts of the boys around her from her demeanor and actions.Just the two of them walking side by side, such time is so precious.Because, Xinying knows, this is the last time.

She didn't notice the suspicious eyes of the people around her.Just like how he has always behaved, Jianliang never missed the abnormality she showed, even if he used clever lies to cover it up, he couldn't escape his observation.However, as long as Xinying doesn't want to say more, he won't bother to ask.

This kind of tacit understanding has been formed since childhood and has never changed.

Considerately sending her to the front of the house, Jianliang waved her: "See you tomorrow." It was a consistent gentle tone, as if tomorrow would be like every "tomorrow" in the past.

Xinying didn't even have the energy to nod, she responded indiscriminately, and when she turned around, she found that she was still awkwardly stuffing the farewell sentence in her throat, stuck in the middle, which made people feel uncomfortable.

Most of the luggage at home has been sorted out, and daily necessities, including clothes, have been put into the suitcase.The home, which was already a bit empty, looked even more empty.

"Are you back?" Yao Lin, who was wearing an apron, looked a little uncoordinated. He obviously heard the sound of the door and walked out of the kitchen. "It's time for dinner."

"Have you bid farewell to your friends?" Looking at his daughter's downcast look, Yao Lin had roughly understood the situation. He stroked the top of Xinying's head comfortingly, and said in a low voice, "After dinner, let's go to Li's house together to greet her." They bid farewell, they have taken such good care of you all these years, and my heart should express my gratitude to them, right?"

Xinying poked the rice in the bowl with her chopsticks and just nodded.

Saying goodbye is never a joyful thing to do.Sister Jialing held her hand with a desolate look, and Xiaochun even hugged her directly and wept.Xinying didn't know if it also reminded Xiaochun of that time, she tried her best to smile, and comforted Xiaochun in the way she could think of.

But for some reason, Xinying didn't see Jianliang at Li's house.When tentatively asking, Sister Jialing also had a puzzled look on her face: "I don't know what happened, after my father said that little Rosalin was going to leave, he suddenly said that he had something to go out, and then he just looked after himself." I ran out. I don’t know where I went so late... Really, how could you be so rude?!"

After hearing Sister Jialing's explanation, Xinying just forced a smile and didn't ask any more questions.

The next day, Xinying woke up very early.Or rather, she wasn't asleep at all.After talking on the phone with A Liao, she lay on the bed, thinking about the details of the days in Japan.People always like to express their nostalgia for the past in the form of memories, and only at the moment of recollection can they find that the past days are so beautiful.

The last time she took the elevator in the apartment, she only carried a small messenger bag and stood in a square space.Except for the sound of the elevator running, there is almost no other noise.She sighed softly, and took out her digital terminal from her bag.The black lace slipped from between the fingers, knowing that it might never shine again, but there was still such a luxury.

Early in the morning, Yao Lin loaded the luggage he was going to take away into the rented car.When Xinying walked out of the apartment building, she saw her father and Uncle Li standing beside the car waiting for her.She bowed slightly to Uncle Li, and said in a low voice, "Good morning, Uncle Li."

"Good morning." Li Zhenyu greeted her with a smile, then patted Yao Lin on the shoulder, "A Lin, be careful on the road. When you arrive safely, please give me a message."

Yao Lin held Li Zhenyu's hand: "Senior, thank you for taking care of me these days."

"where."

After saying goodbye, Yao Lin turned to look at his daughter, and found that her gaze was still on the apartment building behind her.He bent down and whispered to Xinying: "We should go, don't we have any regrets?"

Xinying slowly looked back, and nodded solemnly.

"Xinying!" "Hey! Miss Eight-tailed!" At this moment, a familiar voice came from behind.

Xinying turned her head abruptly, her eyes widened in surprise, and unexpectedly saw Qiren, Bohe, and even Liu Ji and Jianliang all appearing behind her.

"It's time for the children," Yao Lin smiled knowingly, stood behind him and pushed Xinying's shoulder, "Go."

"Everyone...why are you here?" Xinying walked forward quickly, and was soon surrounded by everyone.

Shuli took Liu Ji's arm, and fixed her with her elbow with a smile: "This time it's Xiao Liu Ji's idea!"

Liu Ji cast a reproachful glance at Shuli, and she took two steps forward, her cheeks blushing slightly: "That...this is a gift..." She handed a small square box with both hands, "What you said yesterday, I'm really...yes, I'm sorry..." She stammered an apology, and the blush on her face became more and more obvious.

"Thank you...thank you." Xinying took it with both hands, staring blankly at the small box tied with a light purple ribbon in her hand.

"Hehe, Xiao Liuji dragged me to pick it up yesterday!" Shuli covered her mouth with her hands and smiled softly, "Even if you get there, you must take good care of yourself! But if you are careful, you must No problem!" She held Xinying's hands vigorously and shook them vigorously.

"Really... Kato, why do you talk like an old lady!" Hirokazu said carelessly, still with his hands behind his head, "But Miss Yao, no one will call you 'Miss Yao' after you get there. , do you feel lonely?" Bohe laughed "hehe" twice, and said maliciously.

The usual richness and style relieved Xinying a lot. She pretended to think seriously for a moment, and answered seriously: "Maybe it will be true!"

Unexpectedly, Xinying's answer would be so straightforward, Bohe felt a little embarrassed.He blinked, chuckled and looked away.

"Here, this is my gift!" Qiren handed a roll of paper to her hand, "I rushed out yesterday, so it may be a little rough, hehe..." He touched the paper with his hand. Rubbing the back of his head, he smiled sheepishly.

"Eh?" Qi Ren's performance made Xin Ying a little curious.She slowly opened the drawing paper in her hand - she somewhat guessed the gift Qi Ren would give her, but when she saw the beautiful picture, she was surprised and speechless.

This is their painting.All the people, and all their Digimon partners—even Gulemon, Little Monster, and Leomon who have already left, under Qiren's simple strokes, everyone's faces are filled with joy smiling, standing happily together.At the top of the screen, Qiren wrote a big line of words with a black colored pen: "We are animal trainers!"

Xinying's eyes fell on this painting. She carefully looked at every character on the painting, and felt her eyes moist again.If it weren't for the fetters brought by the Digimons, she might be able to turn around and leave alone without nostalgia, but it is also because of the Digimons that she now has so many friends by her side.She looked at the Luna beast still clinging to her arms in the painting, and raised her hand to cover up and pressed the corners of her eyes, fearing that her tears would fall without hope at this moment.

"Thank you, Qiren," she carefully put away the painting Qiren gave her, "Thank you, I like it very much, really."

"That's really great!" Qi Ren breathed a sigh of relief, "I'm still a little worried if it's too rough..."

"No," Xinying shook her head, "Not at all! Thank you, Qiren!" She expressed her thanks again loudly.

"That, that..." The relatively emotional Kenta had already shed two lines of tears when he saw Qiren's painting, "Although Ms. Yao didn't give us an answer, I believe you will definitely come back!"

"...Aren't you coming back?" The crowd chattered, amidst the din, Jianliang's muttering to himself was exceptionally clear, and the crowd who had been chattering suddenly became quiet because of this sentence. It seems that everyone is waiting for a promise from their heart.

Xiaochun was the first to react. She threw herself in front of Xinying again, wrapped her arms around her waist, and cried loudly: "Sister Xinying won't come back? I don't want it! I don't want to do this!"

"Xiaochun..." Xiaochun's crying made Xinying a little embarrassed, she held Xiaochun's hand, not knowing what to do for a moment.

"Okay, Xiaochun..." Jianliang knelt down and gently comforted his sister, "Don't cry." He said so, but bent his mouth in self-deprecating manner.Without him noticing, this question that was uneasily hidden in his heart unexpectedly broke through the endurance he was proud of so easily, and blurted out.He was just about to say something to ease the tense atmosphere, but he heard Xinying speak suddenly.

"I will definitely come back!" She clenched her hands into fists and raised her voice to assure everyone, "It's an agreement! I will definitely come back!" Tears were still faintly shining in Xinying's eyes, but she raised her chin at this moment, Showing a bright smile, "So before that, Qiren and Hiroshi-kun should study hard, otherwise there is no way to go to the same school with everyone again!"

She mentioned this matter without warning, Qi Ren and Bo He's cheeks were instantly bloodshot, and the color was not inferior to the cooked shrimp.

"It's really long-winded, Ms. Yao!" Hiroka once again looked away and muttered.

Everyone laughed out loud at the same time, even Xiaochun laughed through his tears at this moment.

Before getting into the car, Xinying handed over her mobile phone to Jianliang. "Here." Noticing his expression, she explained with a low smile, "This way, when I come back, I can report to everyone soon, can't I?"

Seeing that the figures of the people who were still standing in place became smaller and smaller, the car finally turned a corner and was no longer visible.Xinying retracted her gaze and let out a long breath.Thinking of the farewell between Cai Cai and everyone, she still unconsciously curled the corners of her mouth.

She has so many friends.As long as he thinks this way, there will be no more terrible things in the world, and even Mrs. Lancaster's serious face becomes kind and gentle at that moment.

"By the way, Xinying, is this your thing?" Yao Lin handed her a gift bag that was originally placed on the passenger seat.

"Huh?" Xinying took it with both hands in confusion.She could never remember a time when she had a gift bag like this.

"Open it and have a look?" Yao Lin manipulated the steering wheel, and glanced at the girl staring at the paper bag in the rearview mirror from time to time.

Xinying glimpsed her father's expression from the mirror.She bent her mouth helplessly, and started to unpack the ordinary gift bag.

At that moment, it seemed to go back to a long, long time ago.She carefully opened the paper bag and took out a soft hair tie from it.The smile on the corner of Xinying's mouth disappeared, and she stared blankly at the gentle light purple wrapped around her fingers, recalling again what Sister Jialing said last night.

"...I don't know what's going on. After my father said that little Rosalin was going to leave, he suddenly said that he had something to go out, and then ran out on his own."

Is that so?

Just when Xinying wanted to put the hair tie back into the paper bag, she unexpectedly discovered that there was another thing in the paper bag.

It was a lavender cardboard.On the cardboard, use a black pen to write two Chinese characters squarely.

Goodbye.

The gestures in simplified and traditional characters are slightly different, but Xinying can still easily recognize the sentences on it.

"In Chinese, 'goodbye' means 'see you again'... Today I want to tell you this sentence, 'goodbye'! We will definitely meet again!" At that time, she did tell Luna that animal.

Xinying put the card and hair band into the paper bag, then hugged the paper bag around her heart, and muttered silently.

"Goodbye Jianliang, we will definitely meet again."

Pseudo Final Chapter: Awakening

Goodbye means never seeing you again.

During dinner time, Mayumi enthusiastically mentioned the new neighbor who moved downstairs.

"It's a young couple, and their baby, that little baby is so cute~"

Jialing excitedly asked her mother for more information. At this time, Xiaochun, who was buried in the food, suddenly raised her head and asked curiously: "Hey, Mom, is that family a foreigner? The blond-haired kind." Her mouth There are still rice particles on it, and there is a ball of white rice in my mouth that I haven't had time to swallow.

"Xiaochun, you have to eat all the food in your mouth before you talk." Li Zhenyu put away the newspaper and scolded his little daughter in a low voice.

Xiaochun responded aggrievedly, but still stared eagerly at his mother, waiting for her to give a definite answer.

The abnormality of the youngest daughter confuses Mayumi. "No, it's just an ordinary Japanese couple, Xiaochun, what's wrong?"

Xiaochun replied disappointedly, and buried her head back in the rice bowl.

Jianliang had been listening to this conversation at the dinner table absent-mindedly. Instead of thinking about the new neighbors, he thought it was more worthwhile to worry about how to smuggle a few meat buns under the nose of his mother to the big one who was still waiting in his room. ear beast.

Today I met Kielmon and his trainer at school, and the kid simply regarded himself as a friend when he first talked to him.

"Friends", unfamiliar but familiar words.

Li Jianliang will help Matsuda Kaito become a beast trainer.After all, he gave such an impression at the very beginning of the story.

The maiden sat in the shadow of the flower-bed.The blonde girl stood on the edge of the flower bed and looked down at her.

"A secret for a secret." The blond girl gestured to the person in the shadow, and her words were as deep as the impression she gave was of deep sadness, "I know your secret." She lightly jumped down from the flower bed, overlooking the A girl sitting upright.

The slender eyelashes trembled slightly, and there was no fluctuating emotion in the hidden blue.

The corners of Alice's mouth curved slightly.

"You and I are the same existence, aren't you?"

Asking softly, like water droplets falling on the surface of a stubborn stone and then splashing away lightly.

Alice's sky-blue eyes revealed a layer of pity.

"We are all the same, we do not belong to this world."

Matsuda Qiren may be Li Jianliang's only friend.Because that's how the story goes.And Ruuhime Makino, this girl is always reluctant to speak out the truth in her heart.After that, there were other people one after another. They experienced war, destruction, loss and death.

Enemies beyond comprehension have taken over their homeland.The bright red viscous substance floats up and down, clumsily imitating other people's thoughts and wantonly trying to transform the world into its own.

"This is something only me and the big-eared beast can do." Jianliang thought like this, just like the reason he had convinced himself to fight time and time again before, this is something that only he and the big-eared beast can do, So this became the reason for him to rush forward.This is his responsibility, his burden, and no one else can bear it.

In fact, if you don't like it, it's okay not to do it.

If you are healthy, it's okay to be self-willed sometimes.

The girl lowered her head in frustration, clutching the hem of her clothes with her fingers, her eyes fixed on the repeated lines on the ground.Only then did she realize that she never seemed to have the chance to tell him this sentence.

Because as long as it's about you, even if you don't tell me, I will understand.I can understand and I can share for you.Although sometimes there will be a moment of confusion, but you will always show me that unique tenderness when I can't find the exit.

It should be like this, the setting of "her" is like this.

But settings are just settings.The moment the period is drawn, she is nothing.

The girl shrank back annoyed, and she tightly covered her head with both hands, afraid that she would recall the fact that she did not want to admit.

The story is over.They don't need her presence.She can't do anything.As helpless as described in the story.It's just that at this moment, he won't understand and won't care.

Not reconciled.She is really not reconciled.She does not want to exist on the edge of the story as a spectator.It seems that the ghost is not a ghost, living in the cracks of the world, watching the joy and sorrow woven by "her" with fingers crushed into worthless dust in front of the real story.

Not reconciled?What if you are not reconciled?

She was, was not born in this world.

At the last moment, the tears on his face could be clearly noticed.A clear and transparent liquid overflowed from the corners of the eyes and slowly slid down the curvature of the cheeks.The companions who fought side by side left the reach of their hands, and the barriers between different worlds were rebuilt.The gap between the world and the world has never been so simple.

At the last moment, he stopped crying and shook his head slowly towards his father.

What Jian Liang doesn't know is how many tears flowed down his face the moment he smiled.The story of the three primary colors comes to an end at this moment, but at this moment it becomes a brand-new, unattainable legend.

Girls are not qualified to cry.That's just the story of the three primary colors, it has nothing to do with her, right?

Then spring and autumn came, and the girl watched Jian Liang stick to his vow.

After graduating from university, I continued to study the work related to the Digimon world, although in reality, my friends back then were gradually estranged until they became strangers in the end.He numbly tapped the keyboard on the computer, and even the appearance of the big-eared beast in his memory was a little vague.

He couldn't remember why he was engaged in such research, why he had to face the black screen and white data day after day, just for a result that might never be obtained.

It's not his fault.

It's just that the sharp edge of time is too fierce, and it quietly erases the most important deep scar in one's heart without knowing it.

It was still a dark night like in the past, and the man who had grown into a young man was walking on his way home.The bottleneck he met seemed to never break through, he loosened his tie in annoyance, and the pale and cloudy halo of the street lamp flashed across his gray-green pupils.

The advertising wall on Meiji Street was replaced with a new set of print advertisements.The beautiful and glamorous model's movements were fixed in a sexy and charming posture, and the light purple in her eyes seemed to be projected into clear crystals in the sun, but she cast her eyes blankly to a distance that no one could see.

Across town, the man who inherits the bakery ponders woefully about the right words for a wedding invitation.The nib of the pen stayed on top of the cardboard for a long time, and the man scratched his head and could still find some traces of his childhood.

"Will Mr. Li find it troublesome?"

He was thinking so distressedly, unaware that the address for him had changed from the intimate "Jian" to the polite "Li Jun".

However, on the wedding invitation, the name of the bride listed alongside Matsuda Keito was not the surname of "Kato".

The three primary colors that used to be the closest are on different sides, each struggling ups and downs in the bustling city, and the adventures they took side by side when they were young are finally included in the scope of the past tense. ", no more "fight with the Digimons and protect the children of the homeland".

This is reality.

The girl let out a low sigh, not knowing how many times he watched him pass by her on the way home.The irony is that her blue eyes can clearly reflect the shadow of his growth, but the man can no longer feel it.In the corner of the park where he must go home, the girl always maintains her 11-year-old appearance, watching him silently.

Why is it 11 years old?

Because that's when the story ends.

"Are you still here?" The blond girl was wearing a black dress, and the lace parts were layered on top of each other to form complex ripples.

The girl was sitting on the swing, and she buried her hands in her palms dejectedly.It's just that she doesn't even have the qualifications to cry, all the negative emotions are stuffed in her chest, and it's hard for her to breathe.

She is just such an existence, an unreasonable, fantasy existence.

She was equal to Alice McCoy, someone who was out of this world.

"I'm... not reconciled." The moment when she didn't speak for a long time, her voice was dry and hoarse. The girl found that she couldn't find her original appearance more and more.

She used to lie quietly in the memory of "her", maintaining a form of unreal consciousness, sleeping quietly.

"Not reconciled, so what?" Alice murmured softly.

"This is fate." She recalled the day when Doberman Pinscher left her forever, "The plot of the story should be like this, you and I are just passers-by."

But she is a glimpse, and she is a grave where fantasy is buried deep.

"Fate..." The girl murmured in bewilderment.

A loathsome fate.

She found out early.The meaning of my own existence is originally for those pairs of watching eyes.

"She" took her out of the sea of ​​consciousness of memory, and built an image that "she" liked bit by bit with details, and finally sent her to the boy with dark blue short hair.It was clearly the first time she heard but only felt a familiar voice whispering in her ear: "You exist for him."

I exist for him.

Do I exist for that man named Li Jianliang?

The girl stood up recklessly, leaving Alice's phantom behind.She rushed to the place that had waited for his return home.There is no cold night air to stimulate her lungs, and her limbs and body do not feel any fatigue.

She doesn't need to breathe.Because she no longer needs to breathe.

She stood on the deserted street, looking at the late returning young man walking slowly on the way home.Bathed in the pale halo of street lights, his thin and tall figure became more and more depressed.

"Wait a minute!" she yelled at the man's back.

"Wait a minute! Jian!"

How long has it been since she called out that name?There are signs of cracks in the frozen memory, and the feelings buried in the bottom of my heart are looking for a suitable time to burst out.

It's just that the man couldn't hear her voice, he maintained a constant pace and continued to walk forward wearily.

Once again, a deep and violent emotion poured into her chest, and the emotion called "unwillingness" in "her" story once again filled her body densely.

She took a step forward and rushed forward.He reached out his hand—the hand used to play the piano in the setting, the hand with beautiful long fingers—wanted to grab his elbow.

Slowly, slowly.

Every shot seems to be deliberately extended, and her face shows a look of surprise, which eventually turns into a distorted and painful smile.

she forgot.How could she touch him?

The girl's fingers were frozen in mid-air, and she raised her head in confusion, her eyes, which were the same color as the ocean, could only reflect the gradually distant back of the young man.

"I... exist for you..."

"Jian, why can't you take a look at me?"

Her legs gave way, and the girl fell to the ground.

She stared at her fingers absently.There has never been a place for her in this world.

From the position of the finger, it gradually becomes transparent, and the black lines that were originally stitched together appear.

One horizontal, one vertical, one left, one down.It is the Chinese characters that make up her body and give her the qualification to exist.And now, from the moment the rest is dropped at the end of the story, there is no such need.

The strokes that make up the Chinese characters fell off her body scatteredly, spreading from the fingers to the wrists, and the scattered strokes lost their support, no different from the scattered dust.Her body was disintegrating, her hearing was fading, and her vision was blurring.

But she could only watch the back of the person she existed for disappear into the darkness.

When Li Jianliang turned his head, the street reflected by the street lights was empty.

"Illusion?" he murmured, laughing at himself.

From a place where no one could hear, "she" whispered with a chuckle.

"Hey, I said it in the copy, it's just a dream!"

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