[Comprehensive] Yes, this is a university

Before the long, long story begins, when I was a child, the teacher told me that my mother is the greatest person in the world, and I will give her flowers on Mother’s Day.

Each child received a rose, and I took the flower to my second aunt's house, and secretly dialed out my mother's cell phone number with the desk phone.

I can recite the phone numbers starting with 159 by heart, even more familiar than the nine-nine multiplication table.

The second aunt said that my custody is on my father's side, and I can't keep in touch with my mother often.So I haven't seen her for a long time. If I call her, my mother will be very happy, she will smile, and maybe she will come to see me and take me back to her own home.

"Hey?"

"Hi, I'm looking for my dear mother."

"...Xiao Xi?"

"Happy Mother's Day, Mom!"

"Oh... I'm still busy here, so I'll hang up if I have nothing to do."

A busy tone came from the handset, and beeping disconnected tones sounded regularly.

The second aunt and the second uncle went home, and the cousin Xiaojie ran to the door with a bright red rose. The second aunt was very happy, saying that the family was reunited and happy, and wanted to take a family portrait.The second uncle hugged Xiaojie up and put her in his arms, and the second aunt even kissed Xiaojie on the face several times.

She said, "Baby, Mommy will always love you."

Baby, mommy will always love you.

I put down the phone receiver, put the rose in my hand behind my back, and squeezed it tightly, for fear that anyone would find out.The petals were pulled into a ball and rotted, and the thorns on the root stem stuck in my fingers, which hurt a little.

The picture gradually blurred.

The scene in front of him was hazy, and their expressions could not be seen clearly.

I don't know why, but what comes to my mind at this time is that I live at my grandparents' house during the summer vacation, and I have to go to bed at nine o'clock in the evening.

One night, I couldn't fall asleep, I tossed and turned and hid in the quilt in a daze, but I vaguely heard two old people in the living room talking.

"This is indeed more difficult to carry."

"Big trouble, although it's very pitiful, but it really isn't my family's, or it's different."

"Ugh."

The big one refers to my cousin.

Am I not mother's child?Why do you say that I am not from my own family?Is it because I'm not obedient enough?Or is my math too bad so I'm not as good as my sister?

As long as you don’t stay in bed anymore, you won’t be in a daze in class anymore, you can help grandma dry clothes, go to the door to help grandpa buy newspapers, run faster, don’t be picky about eating, and get up tomorrow and finish reciting the ancient poems you didn’t memorize today , you should like me.

The teacher clearly said in class that we are all the rising sun, the flowers of the motherland, and the treasures in the palm of our parents, but the teacher did not tell me that the sun is so dazzling and the flowers are so bitter.

It hurts so much.

I tried my best to cover the quilt over my head, curled up sideways, and tried to press my heart under it as much as possible, so that it would not beat too hard and the sound would be quieter.

The pillows were damp and moisture had invaded.

I want to go home.

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Inexplicably starting to recall the past may be a proof of old age.

Maintaining the posture of being pressed against the wall, I blinked my dead fish eyes, and silently pushed someone's shackles hand, trying to show an appearance of being about to suffocate.

"Stupid herbivore."

...Probably not talking about me.

"Don't let me see you rushing to get beaten again, or you will be killed, do you hear me?"

Nod obediently.

"What is this shape for?" The sudden sound at the toilet door startled me a lot. Since I was still being strangled, I could barely stretch my neck to look at the person's face.

As a result, the face was not seen, only a hint of peach pink was glimpsed.

Hibari Kyouya didn't seem to expect anyone to come, his cold eyes raised, with a sense of scrutiny, and the corners of his lips slightly curled up, repeating: "What are you going to do?"

The hoarse and pleasant voice of the pink-haired boy is hardly recognizable, and he speaks very fast. As far as I know, there is only one person with this tone.

"Is there a murder at the door of the toilet?" Saiki Kusuo put one hand in his pocket, looking at the scene here expressionlessly, with no fluctuation in his eyes.

Skylark raised his eyebrows and secretly evaluated the strength of the boy in front of him. Although he was wearing two lollipop-like things on his head and a pair of nondescript green goggles, they were still not to be underestimated.

"I didn't expect there to be people of your level in C University. It seems that my trip was worth it." The bullheaded answer was wrong.

Saiki Kusuo couldn't deny it, and raised his eyes lightly to look at me, there was still a little imperceptible helplessness in the purple pupils.

... I'm sorry Dad for causing you trouble!

Hibari Kyouya let go of my collar, and there was a subtle coldness in his aloof eyes for no reason, and he looked a little angry.

No one spoke for a while.

I looked at this one, and then at the other, and I always felt that this scene looked very familiar, as if I had seen it somewhere before, probably not an illusion.

"Uh……"

The simple pronunciation made the eyes of the two of them shoot over in unison, it was very weighty, and it made people feel a little breathless.

I raised my hand weakly: "By the way, can you let me go to the school infirmary, I always feel a headache."

Nonsense, it's no wonder that it doesn't hurt if someone knocks on the marble sink counter like a nail.

"Come here." A plain sentence.

So I subconsciously ran over and looked up at someone's paralyzed face obediently: "Qimu?"

The pink-haired boy is very thin, his fingers are long and slender, and his nails are cutely trimmed, cool. He just put it directly on my forehead, trying the temperature naturally, and his movements were very light and gentle.

"I have a low-grade fever."

I quickly came to a conclusion, the boy patted the top of my hair casually, with a hint of comfort, and said softly, "Let's go, go to the school infirmary."

good dad!

Turning around, I happily waved to the black-haired boy who was still leaning on the spot: "Chairman, I'm going to the school infirmary first!"

Hibari Kyouya stared thoughtfully at the back of the two leaving, without saying a word, folded his arms around his chest, pursed his lips, raised the corners of his eyes, and exuded an aura that was not close to others, and he could even hear it from a distance. The sound of conversation between two people in the corridor.

"Chairman?"

"The chairman of the discipline committee of the high school took good care of me."

"Eh."

……

Unfortunately, the school doctor who came for the examination today was the old grandfather from last time. When he saw me, he frowned reflexively, took the medical record with half-belief, and asked uncertainly: "Didn't you come to make trouble again? ?”

When I received such a distrustful question, I almost wanted to cry, especially Qi Mu's father, who still had an expression of hating iron and steel, and his eyes were full of doubts about "what the hell did you do again?".

"I was really hurt today, grandpa, look at my forehead, there is still blood."

"You went to fight with others?!" This is the shocked grandpa of the school doctor.

"...Well, I fell and knocked on the sink."

"The thermometer can be taken out now... Let me see, it's 37.8 ℃, I have a low fever, I'll prescribe some medicine first, and come back if you still feel uncomfortable. After applying the medicinal gauze on the forehead, don't see the water today."

"Ok."

Thanks to the doctor, I came out of the school doctor's office with a bag of medicine, and naturally walked side by side with Qi Mu's father, and reported today's incident to him in detail.

"You rushed up again?"

"..."

"No brains?"

"..."

The young man's thin chin was raised slightly, and his delicate and cool cheeks were illuminated by the setting sun. The light was like a galaxy, pouring down to the bottom of his heart with a crash, and dyed the weeping cherry trees on the roadside red.

When he lowered his head to look at me, his purple pupils overlapped with the afterglow of the setting sun through the goggles, like flying noctilucent insects, the silhouette of the twilight floating around him receded into the distance, and the burning flame engulfed everything.

"Have you seen "Ancient Capital"?"

I nodded puzzled.

"There is a saying, [abandonment comes first, salvation comes later], have you heard it?"

"Um……"

Ah, I seem to know what he wants to say.

"So, who are you trying to prove to?" The young man slowly looked away, his pupils were bright, he hesitated to speak.

I was silent, silent, and suddenly saw the shadow of the cherry blossoms in full bloom in the morning, floating in an orange luster, and the black reflection was stretched, as if deliberately pinched by someone.

So Qi Mu also followed my line of sight, and the corners of his originally drooping lips were slightly raised, revealing a very shallow smile.

I suddenly felt that I had been waiting for this moment for a long time.