fall in love with Echizen

We hugged for a while and then let go, and I walked away from the railing.

Ryoma glanced at me, bent down to pick up the tennis racket, turned his head and walked slowly towards his teammates.

I paused for a few seconds, then turned around to clean up the things left on the seat.

Ryoma walked over.

Eiji Kikumaru spoke out first, angrily said: "Echizen, you are really too much!"

The dark-green-haired boy tilted his head when he heard the words: "Where did I go too far, Kikumaru-senpai?"

Kikumaru Eiji: "You, you are too much everywhere!"

Oishi Shuichiro waved his hand: "It's okay, Eiji, it's good to win. Be happy."

Takeshi Momoshiro embraced the back of his head and said with a smile, "That is to say, you should be happy."

Horio beeped softly: "So why only Ryoma left the order. She is still such a lovely girlfriend."

Katsuro was speechless: "... Horio, you have said it several times."

After the game, the atmosphere was relaxed, and the sparse crowd was about to disperse. Tezuka Kunimitsu was still sitting there, and he stood up after they finished their noise: "It's time to go."

Ryuzaki Sumire clapped his hands: "Okay, let's leave the venue first, we have to clean up here. Disbandment. Disbandment. The celebration has already been said just now, everyone must continue to work hard."

Kikumaru was touched by Oishi on the shoulder, reluctantly compromised, and snorted.

Ryoma didn't care at all, and even curled his lips in a good mood—although it wasn't obvious.

Fuer Zhouzhu was smiling the whole time and didn't say a word. He waited for the coach to disband before saying, "Aron, your racket."

"Ah." Takashi Kawamura took the racket, the bright red had become dull.

Fuji smiled and said, "I've revenged you."

"..." Takashi Kawamura was stunned for a moment, then let out a naive laugh, scratching his head, "Thank you, Fuji."

"Need not."

Ryoma put the racket away and zipped up his backpack. Someone behind him called him, "Echizen."

He turned his head, and the amber pupils under the brim of the hat blinked slightly: "Minister."

Tezuka Kuni haloed his hands, his eyes under the lens were quiet: "You did a good job."

"..." Ryoma paused, then smiled, "Of course."

Eiji Kikumaru poked his head from behind Tezuka: "You brat!"

Oishi: "Eiji!"

Ryoma put on his backpack nonchalantly, and was about to walk over, when he passed Kikumaru Eiji and stopped, suddenly said: "Ah, Kikumaru-senpai, are you jealous that I have pear blossoms? I see."

Eiji Kikumaru's cat-like eyes widened immediately: "!!! Who's jealous!! I'm a pity for my schoolgirl!! She stuck on your head!!"

As he spoke, he was about to rush over, but Dashi stopped him: "Don't fight."

Kikumaru: "I don't want to fight!"

Ryoma went to put down the racket, I talked to the other seniors behind him, and went to the vending machine to buy another bottle of mineral water.

Reflect on how you keep forgetting things.

As soon as I clicked the button, I bent down to pick it up, and a hand stretched out behind me, holding Fanta with my fingers.

When I turned around, Ryoma was beside me, and he glanced at me casually: "What are you looking at. I'm going back."

Me: "Oh..."

After saying goodbye to the seniors, Ryoma sent me downstairs, and I stopped.

The sugar in my mouth just melted away.

Me: "Goodbye."

Ryoma: "Goodbye... By the way, you admire Mr. Kawamura's words, I thought you would cry when you saw their blood."

The tone was flat, obviously not joking.

"..." I reluctantly said, "I'm actually not that fragile and have well-developed lacrimal glands."

"Really." He looked at me with suspicion in his cat eyes.

"Really!" I said seriously, "I can't cry since I was in elementary school."

Ryoma: "Has your country degenerated?"

Me: "...you're degenerated. It's just that there is always something emotional. I can't help it when I'm crazy. It's sad too."

"..." What else did he want to say, I hurriedly pushed him, "Hurry up, hurry up, it's getting dark. Otherwise, your father will say that I'm leading you into trouble!"

Ryoma: "...No way."

he left.

I watched him disappear and went upstairs.

When I opened the door, my mother was drying the clothes. When she saw me coming back, she said, "Ewha, I hung up your clothes. Remember to collect them tomorrow."

I looked at it: "Got it."

"There are so many dolls, I washed them all for you."

I entered the room: "Got it - thank you, Mom!"

The pile of dolls in the bedroom has been emptied, only a single little yellow chicken that is relatively clean stays there—although I bought a lot of little yellow chickens, they are all different in shape and size.There are many, many other dolls.

At night, lying on the bed, I realized that I was a little tired all over, the unique feeling of exhaustion after taking a bath.

I turned over and picked up the only little yellow chicken doll left.

I stared at it, somehow remembering that Ryoma said a long time ago that it was...

"Yellow chicken?"

I was silent for a moment, and now I feel a little familiar.

After thinking about it, my mind was mixed, so I stopped thinking about it and turned off the lights to sleep.

……

The past seems to have passed too long, but I still remember it.

A few years ago, when I was still in elementary school, there was no Ryoma, no Yui, and no everyone.

My mother just got divorced, and we haven't gone to my grandpa's house yet, and we won't go until a few days later.

"Ewha, don't you know how to cry?"

I looked up, and it was the girl sitting at the table behind me in the primary school class, she was looking at me curiously.

In the fourth grade, my black hair just reached my shoulders, and I lowered my head. It was an exercise book I was doodling on.

I thought about it: "No, I just don't think it's necessary. When you want to cry, just think about happy things."

For example, the rabbit I had been watching at school died. When I asked for leave to see it, even the dead body was disposed of and could not be seen.

I want to cry for a moment.

But Mr. Rabbit's life span is up.

In other words, he died naturally, not dying of illness, starvation or even freezing to death like other rabbits.

Died happily.

The tears were withdrawn by me again, and somehow I didn't want to cry anymore.

Very happy for him.

Mr Rabbit.

It's getting colder and colder, and it's Christmas again in a few days.

Primary school holidays.

I got home and no one was home.

Dad left. Although my mother looked for grandpa, she hadn't had time to pack the things at home, and there were still some things that needed to be dealt with, so she couldn't leave until a few days later.

My mother also tried to go out and find a short-term part-time job.

Every day I am at home by myself, learn how to cook noodles, and do laundry.

Every day, a few seconds before my mother comes back, I stand at the porch and hug her with a smiling face: "Welcome back——Thank you—!"

Until Christmas Day, my mother still had to work and came back at night.

I was watching TV alone, thinking of something, went to the kitchen, and opened the cupboard with difficulty on tiptoe.

Blinking, the probe looked inside.

There is no more vinegar.

going to buy.I thought.

Taking the pocket money my mother put on the table, I reached out to unlock the door, and in an instant, cold air hit.

I couldn't help wrapping my red scarf tightly over my chin.

Going out, the breath exhaled is all white.

Christmas Street is very lively, it is already dark, but the lights are bright.

I went to the supermarket to buy vinegar and walked back slowly.

There is still ice on the ground, which is slippery, so be careful.

I went upstairs, to the door, and touched my pockets.

Me: "Ah, I forgot to bring the key."

"..."

I had no choice but to sit at the door and wait for my mother to come back.

Waiting and waiting, my hands were so cold, I put my hands together and breathed into my palms.

It got warmer, but quickly cooled down again.

I stared at the black sky in a daze.

Suddenly, I don't know why, I want to go out.

Without much thought, I stood up and put the vinegar in the corner, and I went downstairs again.

In just ten minutes, the sky began to snow, but it melted as soon as it touched the ground, and there was no snow.

The Christmas songs on the street are cheerful and cheerful, and get into the ears of everyone passing by.

I seem to be wrapped up in other people's excitement, layer by layer, and my mood seems to get better.

"Cute little friend, here's a gift for you, Merry Christmas!" The man dressed as Santa Claus smiled and took out a doll from the package and handed it to me.

I was forced to stop, looked up, took it hesitantly, and whispered, "Thank you."

"No thanks! Merry Christmas!" He smiled and went to distribute gifts to other passers-by.

I looked down at the doll in my hand.

I'll check it out.

The outline of the yellow doll can be vaguely seen.

Me: "It's a yellow chicken, so ugly."

But it was a Christmas present given to me by others, so I happily hugged it in my arms and continued walking.

After passing by many people, my nose was a little red from the cold, and so were my fingers.

Walking alone, there is a slight creaking sound under the feet, because the soles of the shoes have to stick to the cold ground.

like the accompanying music.

I don't know how long I walked, there are fewer and fewer people, and the street lights are gradually becoming scarce.

I saw a building not far away that was neither tall nor short, and I stopped, the white air I exhaled blocked my vision, and I was dizzy.

Why are you here?

The building has the company's name stamped on the wall.

It seems to be off work, and one after another, adults are talking and laughing, walking out in a hurry or slowly.

I stood where I was, suddenly at a loss. There was no light above my head, and I was standing in a dark and shadowy corner.

Until another group of people came down noisily and walked out of the company.

"Senior Ji You! You are too good!..." A man with glasses said excitedly.

The crowded man in the middle squinted his gray eyes and smiled politely, his blond hair was meticulously arranged.

Another person covered her mouth and smiled: "Senior Ji You is a golden bachelor now, don't you think so, Meiyou." She squeezed her eyes and elbowed the shy woman next to her.

The woman blushed, looked up at Ji You, then quickly lowered her head, and retorted in a low voice: "No, don't make fun of me..."

The man in the center of the topic paused, still smiling politely, without speaking.

They go in the other direction.

I gradually lost sight of them.

I also gradually lost sight of myself.

Tears poured out uncontrollably from the eyes, blurring them.

I didn't realize that I was crying until warm tears flowed over my frozen face.

I actually don't like to cry.

I stood for a while, then turned and left, the ground was still slippery in winter, and there were cheerful songs after walking for a while.

Tears could not stop.

I wiped it off indiscriminately, and there will be again.

The yellow chicken doll was deformed by my pinching, I let go, held it up, and sobbed: "Although you are ugly, you can't pinch you, right? I'm sorry."

I also want to say sorry to my mother.

I seem to still love my dad.

...even after leaving.Can't control it, right?In fact, I love him very much, and I love my father very much. Can you admit it bravely?

He scolded me, treated my mother badly, and I hated him.

But because of the father?He has been with me for a long time, until he left now.My world seems small, but I have my father, my mother, and my school.

I love him too. The person I see the most and accompany me the most is my mother, and then my father.

Sometimes I think he loves me too.

It's time to stop loving.

Now it's my favorite mom.

To stop is to love mom only.

I walked home in a daze, sat on the carpet and waited for my mother to come back.

The doll was held in his arms and caught the temperature.

Saeko finished her work, said goodbye to her colleagues, and walked on the road with her exhausted body.

And Lihua is waiting for her at home for Christmas.

Divorced property with Ji You has been fighting for a long time, as if there was no warmth before, only the desire to plunder property.

Custody is with her.

Saeko went upstairs to the door of the house.

The familiar child was huddled under the door, a small ball, head nodding, red nose, red scarf made her face white, gray eyes half closed, like a delicate doll in the snow, just listless.

Saeko hurried over: "Ewha, what's wrong?"

The girl raised her head in response, her eyes opened wide, and her voice was soft and soft like a child's: "I forgot to bring the key."

Shazi breathed a sigh of relief, and said with a smile, "I'm really careless. If you don't bring the key, you should ask the neighbor's aunt for help."

"Yeah." Lihua obediently agreed, stretched out her hand, her black hair ran across the baby's fat cheek, "Can you hug me?"

"Okay." Saeko laughed and hugged the little pear blossom, only to find that pear blossom's eyes were red.

Saeko didn't pay attention, thinking that she was crying because she didn't bring the key: "Are you crying? I used to love to cry when Lihua was a baby."

She leaned on Saeko's shoulder and hummed.

After opening the door and eating, they take a shower together.

In the bathtub, Saeko soaked the pear blossoms in her arms.

Saeko looked at the doll in her hand: "Did someone send it on the road?"

"Yeah, the yellow chicken is so ugly."

Saeko couldn't help laughing, took the doll, wrapped her arms around Ewha, and held the doll in front of Ewha.

Saeko: "If you call it Little Yellow Chicken, it will be much cuter. You will like it even more."

"What?" Lihua grabbed it and looked down for a while, "Little yellow chicken?"

After a while, Lihua was astonished as if she had discovered a new world: "Really! This makes me feel so much cute! Why?"

Saeko: "It's magic."

Pear Blossom raised her head, her lovely face turned pink under the temperature, her eyes blinked: "Magic. Is little Pear Blossom cute?"

Saeko: "Cute."

"Do you love me more?"

"Yeah that's right!"

Lihua said seriously: "It's magic."

……