[Comprehensive] Yes, this is a university

"...This winter, I received several text messages from Kishitani Shilla. I remember that in the second one, I asked me to keep an eye on your movements. It happened that the wedding was coming soon, so I sent you an invitation card." Keep brown The short-haired girl lowered her eyes to look at the coffee cup in front of her. She casually stirred it gently with a teaspoon, speaking in a normal tone.

The black-haired young man sitting opposite her was resting his chin on one hand, and his eyes that were originally looking out of the window moved back into the room.He evoked an unpredictable smile, his dark red pupils flickered, and his attitude was ambiguous: "Silla——"

The deliberately elongated tone of the sentence made it completely unclear what he was thinking. The short-haired girl didn't seem to mind his reaction at all, and said to herself, "But I didn't expect her to appear there. It was my mistake."

Who this "she" refers to, both of them knew it well.

"I'm also very surprised." The young man's words rose at the end, and the tone of the particle was ambiguous in his vague tone. The feeling of chewing the pronunciation like a lover was sticky and greasy, and it was really rippling.

"Can you speak normally?" The girl's maroon eyes slightly raised, and she stopped stirring the coffee, "You lied to her like this... when the child was in need of help the most."

The young man with short black hair just smiled slightly, as if waiting for her to continue speaking.

"Someone was drunk and beat her by the hair in the sink, someone deliberately pretended to forget not to feed her, someone called her around like a servant, someone tricked her into going home and then attacked a child who was only ten years old ..."

The teaspoon was released and hit the wall of the bone china cup, making a crisp and pleasant sound.

After getting married, she still has a girlish feel, but she has added a bit of a little woman's charm. Zhang Yun's hands on the side of his legs slowly clenched into fists, as if trying to resist some kind of impulse.

"Would a normal person care about others after experiencing such a thing when they were young?" She paused for a moment, and was not ready to wait for the other party's answer, she opened her lips and asked herself, "No way... Generally speaking."

Orihara Lin also still smiled and didn't speak, but the smile didn't reach the bottom of his eyes, and the surging tide was hidden in the deep blood-colored eyes, which disappeared in just a moment.

Zhang Yunmu took a deep breath, and shot a sharp light from his eyes, showing obvious hostility: "And you, actually teach middle school students to commit suicide? Who gave you the courage? Your so-called observation of human beings is to abduct children and then Give it up again?"

"I didn't abandon her." The young man finally spoke, his eyes darkened, "Someone had already abandoned her before that, she chose me herself."

"You really know how to shirk responsibility, intelligence leader." Zhang Yunmu pulled one corner of his mouth with a mocking expression.

"So is it time to turn over the old score now?" He asked back.

"No, no, no, I don't have this plan." The short-haired girl shrugged her shoulders, her momentum remained the same as before, "You are not qualified to be that child's [past]"

Orihara Lin also lowered his arms, no longer supporting his chin. At this moment, the false smile on his face finally disappeared, showing a cold, strange burning sensation like a snake spitting out a letter.

"I don't know who said that a child needs a mother...but only the mother thinks that way. Is it natural to become a mother after giving birth to a child? If there is a choice, everyone will want to choose a better one." The girl will The teaspoon was taken out by itself and placed on the tray. She pinched the bone china handle of the coffee cup with a blank expression on her face, "So she didn't choose you, but she was picked up by a liar when she was desperate, that's all. If you can do it again If you don't... I don't think she will want to meet you."

The air is almost solidified, and the atmosphere is extremely weird.

"above."

The short-haired girl stood up, as if intending to end today's conversation.

"By the way, I haven't had time to congratulate you. I heard that you are going to be a mother soon. I hope you won't make the same mistake." The young man suddenly changed the subject and mentioned another matter with a sincere attitude.

Zhang Yunmu chuckled, glanced at the young man opposite him with very kind eyes, and said in a particularly disgusting tone: "It's none of your business? The child is not yours."

"..."

"Ah, there is one last point." As if remembering something, the girl clapped her fists like her best friend, and suddenly realized: "I forgot to say, that girl doesn't remember anything, so please rest assured, she is now Don't know you at all."

The girl smiled cheaply, her face full of schadenfreude, and suddenly, with lightning speed, she picked up a cup of untouched coffee and poured it on the top of the young man's hair, condescendingly.

"Don't bother her again."

The brown drink dripped and slid down the boy's delicate cheeks.His hair, which was soft like an abyss, was completely wet, and the slender brows, like the tail feathers of a goshawk, could not see clearly. He half-closed his eyelids and did not speak.

Zhang Yunmu didn't intend to wait for this person's reaction, so he took out a hundred-yuan bill from his wallet and put it on the table, waved it casually, and left without looking back.

Only the young man was left sitting on the seat facing the stranger's surprised eyes. He was silent for a while, and then slowly took out a tissue and wiped his face, talking to himself in an unknown tone——

"...Eh, I already forgot."

He knew that he would never meet again, but what if the child was picked up by him again?What if amnesia is just a cover?

how could be.

What if.

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Another cloudy day.

In the evening, the night breeze in early spring mixed with the fragrance of plants and trees made it cool and pleasant. I held "Spring Snow" in my hand and stared at the street outside the window of the bookstore with some ecstasy.

In front of the bookshelf next door, there was a young couple discussing the plot of the manga. The voice was low. The girl had a big bow tied on top of her hair. The boy was quite tall, at least 180 or above.

Looking away, I walked through the Japanese literature classification area, and saw a young man with sky blue hair around the corner.He stood in the light, with no expression on his face, gold dancing on his broken hair, and a calm blue streamer in his eyes, holding a book in his left hand.

——Natsume Soseki's "Heart"

The other party noticed his gaze, and quickly raised his face, those translucent blue eyes skipped over the stacks of books, and the focus fell on me, then he raised the corners of his mouth very lightly, and said softly: "Hello. "

The greeting with honorifics was extraordinarily polite. I was taken aback for a moment, and then subconsciously followed suit: "Long time no see, Mr. Heizi."

"Xiao Hei..." It seemed that the name was a bit strange, and coupled with the similarity of the names of the two, the serious eyes of the blue-haired young man shifted slightly for a moment, "Do you like literature?"

"I like it." I nodded.

"That's nice," he said.

We were silent for a while.

"Last time..."

"There will be a fireworks display in the seaside park soon."

What I said was interrupted, and I couldn't help but make a puzzled sound, and met the boy's calm and bright blue eyes.

Hei Zizhe also turned the book to the back, and cast a serious gaze without changing his expression: "It's not far from the intersection, Xiao Hei can go and have a look, I heard it's the anniversary of a certain listed company."

He spoke very vaguely, and I was also confused.

"What about you, Mr. Heizi?"

"I haven't finished reading it yet." As he spoke, he shook the hard-shell book in his hand at me, with a somewhat righteous attitude: "You can't end your literary journey casually."

"……OK."

I waved my hand helplessly and bid farewell to the young man who embarked on a literary journey, but before I left I said maliciously: "Mr. Disappeared like a haze. (Excerpt from "Heart")"

Heizi was strangely silent for a moment, and immediately answered with a blank expression: "Money! Any honest person will immediately become a bad person when he sees money! (Excerpt from "Heart")"

"..." This time it was my turn to be silent.

After saying goodbye, I walked out the door.Between the street and the store door, there is a lush osmanthus tree, as if covering the way, stretching its branches and leaves like spider webs in the dark night.Through the rows of tree branches on the side of the street, I can see that the entrance of the seaside park in front of the intersection is really bustling and lively.

I walked to the gate of the park with the flow of people, and before I examined the leaflets and posters carefully, I was caught off guard by the crowd and leaned forward. Countless faces appeared in my field of vision, and my ears were full of human voices.

They crowded towards the beach, in twos and threes, men and women, laughing and playing.People with various voices, accents and personalities gather here, intending to look up at the starry sky at the same time.

The sandy beach is within easy reach.

"Bam—"

A firework suddenly exploded in mid-air, and the crowd screamed, shattering the heavy night.

"Daddy carry me!"

"Wow, it's purple, like a hyacinth!"

"Look, look, look!"

"I want to take a picture and send it to Moments!"

The countless faces illuminated by the fireworks, men, women, old and young, are filled with joy and excitement.I simply turned around and stared at the flowers exploding in mid-air with everyone.

"Do you like it?" The passers-by next to him didn't know who to ask.

Just in time for a firework to explode in the air, the voices of passers-by were overwhelmed by the explosion of the firework.I looked to the right and saw a flash of bright red in the motley crowd, not far away, with two people between us.

"Mr. Akashi—"

I recognized who he was, and immediately tried to shout his name loudly with a long tail.The young man's crimson eyes looked over without blinking, then he raised his lips and smiled, as if he had said something.

"What did you say?" I didn't hear clearly, so I simply squeezed over and stood beside him and asked.

"I said..." He paused, as if waiting for something.

"Ok?"

"Bang bang——" several magnificent fireworks exploded one after another, Akashi Seijuro's lips opened and closed, and the crisp and sweet boyish voice was submerged in the bursting of the flowers desperately.

I frowned, turned my head and leaned closer to his ear: "I'm sorry it's too noisy here."

The red-haired young man froze for a moment, then quickly laughed again, shook his head slightly, looked at me seriously, and made a gesture—it doesn't matter.

"Why are you here?" I was squeezed to the left and right, and I had no choice but to grab the hem of his clothes, and the cold temperature came through my fingertips.Five or six bouquets of exaggerated and flickering flowers exploded in the sky one after another, and the crowd cheered.

He also leaned over, breathing clearly: "Because you are here."

I can't tell whether it's because the sound is really nice, or because of other reasons, my heart skipped a beat twice, quietly speeding up the rhythm.Seeing that I didn't answer, he smiled again, his bright eyes and teeth shining brightly under a bright red firework.

Another wave of people came, and the young man grabbed my arm tightly with his backhand, then slid down the fabric and pinched the palm of his hand.His hands are cold, maybe they have been blown by the sea breeze for a long time.

"It's so warm." He said with a smile.

I heard this sentence clearly, and subconsciously tightened my grip, grasping the cold fingers of the red-haired young man, feeling that this scene seemed familiar.When I saw him, it was like seeing a rose in the morning light, full of dew and ready to bloom, and I was full of pity.

So I relaxed a little bit, and smiled with my eyes bent: "After all, my boyfriend is Max."

Akashi Seijuro seemed to be amused, the streamlined smile was not the formula in office, but a brisk and gentle boy.He blinked, and when the last flower rose into the sky, he whispered again——

I understood the mouth shape, but didn't understand what he meant.

"……Eh?"

The light in the sky gradually dimmed, and the people who held up their mobile phones to take pictures waited patiently for a while. After seeing that there were no more fireworks broken, the crowd laughed and dispersed as before.

Now I can hear everything clearly, and the world returns to my ears.

"Can you... say it again?" I was a little dazed, and subconsciously let go of his hand, trying to distance myself.

Hearing this, complex emotions flashed in his eyes, he seemed to be thinking seriously, and after a while he asked nonchalantly, "I said—thank you...what's wrong?"

"Ah, nothing, I was wrong."

I shook my head, my hanging heart dropped.

The author has something to say:

*Empress Hancock in One Piece once misread Luffy's mouth shape after sending him into the city, and regarded ありがとう as 爱してる

If you read these two sentences a little slower, the mouth shapes are actually quite similar.

So what did Akashi say?