[net king] light as fleeting

In the bathroom paved with white marble, the air is filled with thick water vapor.The mirror covered in fog in front of him could only vaguely show a simple outline of a person.

In the enclosed space, time seems to stand still in place.The person in front of the mirror opened his eyes wide from time to time, trying to see himself in the mirror clearly.Tried hard but couldn't get an answer, Fujiwara Ri raised her hand and vigorously wiped off the moisture on the mirror.

At this moment, she only felt that her head was very messy.I don't understand why she is doing such a meaningless thing at this moment.

No, this habit was also kept by her a long time ago.

Deep in her memory, she would look at the blurry mirror every day, staring tirelessly.At some point, the window in the bathroom was opened.After the water vapor on the mirror gradually dissipated, a childish smiling face could always be seen clearly.

A clean towel was attached to the top of her head and gently wiped her hair.

At that time, there was her in the mirror, with a pair of beautiful, white hands.

Slowly those hands disappeared, and the scene in the afternoon suddenly flashed through Fujiwara Ri's mind.

Are Atobe's inexplicable movements and questions hinting at her?

What did she do wrong again?Want to know who is the teacher who taught her everything?still?

After thinking for a long time, I finally did not come up with an answer.Fujiwara Ri took the towel hanging beside her and gently wiped her long lavender hair.

That teacher left a long time ago, and she was very happy when she left. It was completely different from when she left that house.

Fujiwara slowly walked out of the bathroom, and she saw two tennis rackets placed on the table.Get close, reach for the handle and hold it in your hand.The heavy weight truly and silently told her the existence of the tennis racket.

She still remembers that a pair of tennis balls she once got was cut and thrown away in front of her.

By the time she secretly picked up the discarded tennis racket, it was no longer usable.The frame is even more uneven, telling how much impact it has encountered to make it look that way.

Sometimes there is no use in having what you want.Because when you have it, you know that it does not belong to you, or you are not qualified to own it.

Does she belong to the former or the latter?

"You don't plan to join the women's tennis?"

Fujiwara Ri suddenly remembered the words and scenes when Atobe invited her to join the women's tennis, and clasped the tennis racket in his hands tightly.If it was before that time, her answer would definitely be yes without hesitation...

Now, she's not only afraid...but shrinks back.

……

After taking a shower, Fujiwara Yuu dried his hair and saw that it was past eight o'clock on the wall clock.

Usually around eight o'clock, Fujiwara Ri would come to him with a notebook for tutoring.

"Xiao Li?" With doubts, Fujiwara Yu knocked on the door of Fujiwara Ri's room, but there was no sound from the room.

"I opened the door?" After finishing speaking, he turned the doorknob and went straight in, and saw Fujiwara Ri's petite figure curled up on the sofa.

Her hands were still tightly holding one of the two tennis rackets he asked the housekeeper to bring her.

Fujiwara Yuu smiled helplessly, as if recalling something from her actions: "You remind me...you can't hear me, but you should go back to bed and sleep when you're sleepy."

Fujiwara Yufu lightly took away the tennis racket that Fujiwara Ri was holding in his arms, and put it back on the table next to it.Then he smoothed her messy hair on the sofa behind her, picked her up and walked to the bedside to put her down, and pulled the quilt over her.

Then he walked to the desk, took the test book that Fujiwara Ri had finished after school, turned off the lights in the room, and then walked out of Fujiwara Ri's room.

……

Even after thinking wildly all night, he was so sleepy that he fell asleep on the sofa.Fujiwara Ri who woke up the next day was not troubled by the complicated emotions of last night at all.

Pushing open the white transparent glass window, the summer morning sun shone on the girl beside the window, covering her with a faint halo.On both sides of the cobblestone road in front of the window are specially opened flower beds, planted with many delicate flowers suitable for growing in summer.

The morning air was saturated with the scent of flowers, Fujiwara Ri took a deep breath.

"That's great," she said to herself.

The maid knocked on the door to remind: "Miss, it's time to get up."

"Okay, I know."

Hearing the response from the room, the maid turned and went downstairs to prepare breakfast.

Changing into Hyodi's school uniform without rushing, tidying up the books that need to be brought.As soon as Fujiwara Ri walked to the stairs on the second floor, her brother's voice rang.

"Dad, are you back?"

"Yeah." Fujiwara Yoshihiko, with obvious fatigue on his face, motioned Fujiwara Yuu to continue eating his breakfast: "Don't be late, I'll go upstairs first."

"it is good."

Hearing the familiar sound quality, Ri Fujiwara froze in place.When the figure of the man appeared in sight, she tightened the strap of her schoolbag behind her back and hurried back to the room to close the door.

The sound of 'slap' leather shoes walking on the smooth marble floor.The footsteps came gradually, and stopped at the door of the room behind Fujiwara Ri.

Fujiwara Yoshihiko thought for a while, then slowly lowered his right hand that was about to knock on the door, turned and walked away.

The footsteps outside the door gradually went away, Fujiwara Ri opened the door carefully and looked out from the crack of the door.Seeing that there was no one outside the door, he slowly walked out of the room and went downstairs with light steps.

Ever since Fujiwara Yoshihiko brought her home from the villa that day, he hadn't appeared in front of her again.One day, when she ran to the back garden, she learned from the housekeeper that he had gone on a business trip.

From the bottom of my heart, Fujiwara Ri has a simple dislike for her so-called father.Since she chose to abandon their mother and daughter from the beginning, she would rather he ignore them.If she hadn't resolutely left them in that villa after she was born, and reappeared a few years later, her mother would not have become what she is now.

"What are you thinking, so engrossed?" Fujiwara Yuu pulled him to sit on the chair next to him, and two steaming breakfasts were already set on the dining table.

"I kind of want to..." Halfway through speaking, Fujiwara Ri immediately stopped the two words that he almost blurted out, picked up the spoon on the table, and drank the porridge in small sips.

She has long seen how smart Fujiwara Ri is, and she always carefully avoids bringing up such sensitive topics in front of him.

"You can go back and have a look when you are on vacation."

"really?"

Stopping the action of drinking porridge, Fujiwara Ri opened her eyes wide, and there was a light of expectation in her eyes.

"I will mention it to grandma and dad for you?" Fujiwara Yu took the napkin and wiped off the rice grains stuck to Fujiwara Ri's face due to the momentary excitement; "There is still more than a month before the holiday, let's have a good breakfast first. "

"Ah."

"That's right, brother."

"Huh?" Fujiwara Yuu turned to look at Fujiwara Ri.

Noticing Fujiwara Yu's gaze, Fujiwara Ri didn't dare to look at him.I had no choice but to slowly stack the tableware in front of me, shifting my slightly nervous emotions: "I have wanted a very gentle brother since I was a child, even if I am not your real brother and sister. But, I like you very much."

In fact, up to now, Fujiwara Yuu also wants to do his best to spoil her sister. After all, there is not much difference between her and him when they were young...

Sympathize with each other.

Fujiwara Yu didn't answer, and it was easy to see that the corners of his lips were raised even higher.The wine-red eyes are full of indulgence, like a glass of deep red wine, deep and charming.

"Also, thank you for taking me back to bed to sleep last night." Apart from Fujiwara Yuu in front of him, Fujiwara Ri could not think of a second person who would do this kind of thing in this so-called home.