Time is like a song

Stinks.There is an inconspicuous but unignorable smell of disinfectant around. Yes, I was hit by a car in order to bring that child back.I tried my best to open my glued eyes, and then, I saw Kazuya sitting by the bed.

He stood up abruptly, and reached out to ring the bedside clock.

"Maumi." He brushed my hair and put his hand on my cheek.

I blinked and opened my mouth, but my throat was so dry that I couldn't make a sound.Soon the medical staff came in to check on me, fiddled with it, but left without saying anything.Kazuya who escaped just now turned around, poured a glass of water, lifted me carefully, and fed me slowly.

"Kazuya," I leaned half on his body, "what's wrong with me?" I looked at the hands and feet that were bandaged like mummies.

"Do you remember that you crashed a car?" He nodded at me, and continued: "You have been in a coma for half a month, and school has already started. Because the doctor did not recommend you to transfer to another hospital, so you are kept in Kanagawa. Your sister and My younger brother has returned to Tokyo first, and will come back after the holidays.”

"Kazuya, what about you?"

"I asked for leave from school." He turned to look at the water glass, "Don't worry, I can keep up if I don't go to school." He hugged me, "Rest first."

"Oh."

Then, I fell back into a drowsy sleep.Afterwards, no one said anything about my injuries, but among the limbs that had recovered from pain, only my right hand felt numb, so I guessed what happened.He also saw that I guessed it, so he didn't hide it from me.

"It's not conclusive," he helped me to sit up against the head of the bed, "the situation may still improve, so don't take the next treatment lightly."

"Well," I smiled, "Kazuya, you should go back to Tokyo."

He looked at me, "Yeah."

After Kazuya left that day, I sat alone for a long time in the ward, looking out the window without eating.People always don't know how to cherish until they lose it. What's more sad is that even if they lose it once, they don't necessarily know how to cherish it, and they keep making the same mistakes over and over again.Presumably, this is punishment.Punish me for giving up on myself for so many years.

The black shadows outside the window were swaying in the wind, but they couldn't affect me sitting in the air-conditioned room.I stood up with difficulty on crutches, leaned against the wall and walked to the window, and opened the window wide open willfully.The wind that blows carries the unique heat of summer, which is very comfortable.

Thinking back to the real boyhood before the time travel, I was also running on the tennis court in such a warm wind, and then proudly raised the academic trophy that was insignificant in the eyes of adults.A car accident took away not only my feet, but also my mood to pursue my dreams.It's dangerous, just a little bit, I will forget the feeling of sweating and smiling amidst the cheers, and a little bit, I will forget how to take my own steps.

Whether life is good or bad is not an excuse for me to continue to be weak.

"Maumi."

I turned my head to look at the door through the corridor light, and saw Yukimura Seiichi in casual clothes.

Obviously, this is not visiting time.Obviously, during the many months since I woke up, he is the only friend among my friends who hasn't visited me.Obviously, he ignored me.

Yukimura approached me slowly, then reached out to wipe the tears off my cheeks.I pursed my lips, unable to stop wanting to cry.

"It's okay." He stretched out his hand and hugged me tightly, "Maumi, it's okay."

"What if I can no longer play tennis?" I grabbed Yukimura's clothes hard, and I fell to the ground without the support of my crutches. Yukimura was pulled by me and sat down, "Wow... "I opened my mouth wide and cried hard, "I like playing tennis, I like it very much... I really like it... I really like it..."

"Well, I know." He leaned his head against my face, "I know. We are just waiting for you to say this."

I finally couldn't hold it anymore, and wept bitterly.

I know, the fact that Yukimura and the others want to force me to recognize it even if they don't talk to me, I know.I have always been self-willed, blindfolded my eyes, but couldn't help peeking at the world through my fingers.I can't get close to such a magnificent vocabulary of dreams, but I can't let go either.

Yukimura hugged me tightly, "Masumi, I will be with you, so don't be afraid. We can get through recovery together, trust me."

I believe in you, and I believe in myself.

Never be weak again.

Naturally, I couldn't go to school, and it was difficult for me to even walk.It's really hard for Yukimura to be able to participate in the national competition in time. The rehabilitation process is slow and boring, and he can only do it bit by bit, but he may not be able to see the effect.The detailed report of the right arm came out. There is a chance of recovery, but the key is the progress of my treatment.If I give up halfway, I can only give up for a lifetime.

But it doesn't matter, I will continue to do what I have decided, not to mention that I have already made an appointment with Yukimura, and I will get better.

Even if I have to be helped to go to the bathroom now, I can still say out loud that I like myself now.The future will be fine.

Clenching and loosening fists, holding on to the railing to stand up and fall down, get up again, fall down again, this is my next topic.

"Ah." Accidentally, I fell off the wheelchair.

"Careful, are you okay?" A familiar voice sounded.

"... Oishi-san." It was Oishi Shuichiro from Aigaku.He picked me up and carefully carried me back into the wheelchair.I nodded to him, "...Thank you. Long time no see, Oishi-san."

"Student Ping..." He looked at me impatiently.

"Can you push me over there?" I pointed to the garden not far away.

"Ah, of course!"

After stopping in a sunny place, I blocked my eyes with my left hand and looked at the sun, "Sure enough, it's still comfortable in a sunny place, if I stay in the ward again, I will definitely become a white-haired strong corpse."

"Student Ping, I heard that you were in a car accident earlier. How is your situation now?" Dashi sat down on the stone chair next to me at my gesture.

"There is no irreparable injury. However," I pointed to my right hand, which is still immobile. "The condition of the right hand is more difficult to say. It is still uncertain whether I can play tennis again."

"Student Ping..."

"No, you're full of sympathy again." I looked at him, "Student Dashi, why did you come to the hospital?"

He touched his right wrist, "I," he smiled with difficulty, "maybe I won't be able to play tennis anymore."

"This is the future of athletes." I leaned back on the back of my wheelchair, "But those were really happy days."

"Student Ping..."

"You exchanged your right wrist for those days, do you regret it?"

"Do not."

I patted his egg head, "Then don't look regretful, that's not what you look like without regret." I looked at the wheelchair, "I don't regret it either," and smiled, "So, Just laugh."

"Student Ping..."

"Yes," I tilted my head, "I know I'm Ping, and Oishi doesn't have to say it so many times."

He laughed sheepishly.

After chatting for a while, I waved to him and continued my sunbathing career.At sunset, he turned the wheelchair back to his room.If this continues, maybe one day my left arm will be thicker than my thigh.In another hour or so, it will be time for rehabilitation, which is really troublesome.

Get up, fall down, get up again.Can not give up.

One weekend, Renji and Sadaharu came together and pushed me out of the hospital.Due to my situation, I couldn't play anything, so I took the drawing board that Yukimura gave me, and with my left hand, I scribbled on the two players who were playing not far away.

"Makoto..." Sadaharu picked up my painting and held up his glasses, "Why are sea urchins and chestnuts holding rackets?"

Lian Er turned his face away very simply, "I won't ask you why." He suddenly turned his back, then turned around again, "Masumi, look."

"..." I silently looked at Lian Er.Trying to scare me back up again is not going to work.Sadaharu had already tried this kind of thing when he was a child.I bent down to pick up the shoes on my feet, and patted them with one hand.

"Professor, your data is too backward."

"Okay, I see, Doctor."

I looked at the cockroach that was slapped to death on the ground speechlessly.They are two idiots.

After practicing for more than three months, I was finally able to stand firm.On the day when Lihai University Affiliated High School Women's Tennis participated in the final of the national competition, I also went to watch the match with the help of Yukimura.The former teammates were really good. Among them, Yui Yutian has become the main choice of the first grade and successfully won the singles three.

"Makoto!" Yui Yuta on the podium looked at me in surprise, and rushed towards me together with Koto Sugawara, Yui Miura and Akane Niimura in the reserve seats.

I smiled, "Be careful, don't hit me."

"Ah! Mayumi actually came to watch my game!" Yui Yuta hugged me.

"The minister is eccentric!" Sugawara Kotone pouted.

Akane Shinmura also said, "That's right, it's rare for Mayumi to come out of the hospital so he came to watch Yui's competition first."

"Wait," Miura Yui covered her mouth and looked at me with tears in her eyes, "Can the director stand up? Mayumi! Mayumi, you can stand up now!"

"Ah!" The girls screamed again.

I covered my forehead with my left hand, "Shut up, shut up."

They were pulling and jumping, making me unable to stand still.

"Maumi!" Yui quickly supported me.

"It's okay." I waved my hand, decided not to show off, and sat back in the wheelchair, "I still can't stand for a long time."

"Hello!" Yamana Aki, who is already a freshman in high school, walked over wearing the uniform of an unknown school, "Next year, we will fight again!"

"It turns out that the name of the mountain is Aojiao." I just wanted to wish me a speedy recovery.

"What did you say!"

"Please, turn around your hairstyle. The hairstyle with long side and short side really makes people indigestion."

"... Hira Mayumi!"

"How dare you yell in front of Li Haida, you are defeated."

"what!"

On the way back to the hospital, Yukimura tilted his head and looked at me while sitting in the taxi.I looked at him, why is he crazy?

"There seems to be something different about Mayumi."

"Of course, nonsense." I pointed to the wheelchair on the side.

"Maumi." He said angrily, "I told you not to use this as a joke."

"Oh," I rolled my eyes, "it's rare for Yukimura to be angry."

He suddenly laughed again, laughing until he covered his stomach.

Boy, I really can't find a joke.

"I'm really stupid to care about this with you, hahaha." He rubbed my long hair again, "It's okay, a real bow is just a real bow."

"I have no idea what you're talking about."

I was much better in October, but I still can't lift my right hand.However, this does not prevent me from starting to do some jogging physical exercises.An athlete's career is very short, and I don't have time to waste it.I also know that running with one hand down is a bit ugly, but the aunts over there are looking at me and I don’t know what to say, if you look at me again, I will sue you for discriminating against disabled people.

The origin of the term gossip women must be the credit of their ancestors.

"Student Ping!" Dashi from across the street called out to me.

"Ah." I shook my hand.

He and Fuji Zhou Zhu who were beside him walked over and said with a smile: "Student Ping, it seems that you are recovering well! It's great."

"Finally out of the wheelchair," I shrugged, "but the running is so slow that it's like slowing down the mirror."

"Hey, Ping-san, the most important thing in recovery is patience..."

"Okay," I covered my forehead, Dashi would talk endlessly, "Let's talk about you first."

"Ah," he rubbed his wrists, "you can play tennis on weekdays, but you can't handle the intense competition anymore."

"Then study hard. Dashi has a lot of roads to walk." Dashi's care and patience are rare. Work hard, don't look like a bitter melon, you will be unlucky."

"Ah! Thank you!"

"Why Kanagawa?"

Fuji continued, "We are here to see the ginkgo tree."

"Ginkgoes are indeed ripe in October, but I suggest you come back later. The yellow leaves of ginkgoes are also very beautiful."

"Well, thank you for your suggestion." Fuji smiled, "I also wish you a speedy recovery."

"Thank you." I waved my hand and continued to run forward at a slow pace.

In the third semester, I was able to go to school, but I couldn't do my homework because I still couldn't hold a pen.The teacher asked me if I wanted to stay in class, so that I could take another semester off before going to school, but I refused.Next year, I will go to the United States with Kazuya, and I am a little bit reluctant to part with you, so I don't want to waste the remaining year.

"Makoto?" Yukimura, sitting next to me, stretched out his hand and pressed my right hand that was holding the gravity button.

I smiled at him and said nothing.He gave me a reproachful look, then took the gravity buckle away and massaged my twitching palm.I rested my left elbow on the table, rested my head on my palm, and looked at Yukimura.

"Yukimura seems to be a little different."

"Really." He smiled.

"Looks like it's not so S."

"Oh, so Mayumi's impression of me is only S?"

"Hmm..." My head slid down my arm onto the table, "Maybe it's because I'm not in the tennis club. I can't see Mr. Yukimura, it's a pity."

He chuckled, "We are the champions this year, did Mayumi forget to say something?"

"..."

"Masumi, tell me once."

"...It's not a puppy." I curled my lips, raised my head from the table, and sat down, "Congratulations, Jingshi."

"Hahahaha." He half clenched his fists and smiled with his lips covered.

"..." Boy, if you don't tell me what's the joke, I'll show you the madness.

At lunch, I ate with Yui Tamada, and she gave me an egg roll she made herself.

"Masumi, Sayuri is also a first-year candidate at her school this year."

I glanced at her, "Both you and Huya Girl were first-year candidates, so you shouldn't have played doubles in junior high school. You obviously don't have the talent for doubles, stupid."

The veins on Yui's forehead twitched violently, and he quickly snatched the egg roll that I handed to my mouth.You can't use chopsticks to bully me, bastard.

After eating, Yui went to look for the women's tennis senior, and I went back to the empty classroom to practice origami.It is said that this can train the sensitivity of the fingers. I don't know if it is true, but seeing how difficult it is for my right hand to fold, it seems that this thing really tests the fingers.Anyway, it's boring, so it's okay to play.According to the book, I folded many little white rabbits in one go, and painted them with red eyes.I don't know what will happen if I draw some kelp on it.

Ah, so boring.

I casually stacked a paper airplane and let it go.Oops, it flew out the window and got stuck in a tree.I walked to the window, but no matter how I looked at it, it was out of reach.If the teacher sees it later, I will definitely be scolded again.

"Masumi, let me go." A hand rested on my shoulder and gently pushed me away.

Yukimura walked past me, strands of purple hair brushing my receding cheek.He climbed onto the window frame neatly, jumped onto the tree outside the window, and easily got the paper airplane.He sat on the tree trunk, waved the pure white paper airplane in his hand to me against the sunlight, and smiled.

I glanced at him silently, then walked to the corner of the classroom to pick up a broom, then walked to the window, and looked at Yukimura silently again.Although you can't reach it with your hands, it's fine to pick up the paper airplane with a broom. There's no need to do such a difficult move, Yukimura.

This scene seems familiar.Ah, it was a stupid boy in the traveling group in elementary school who once climbed up a tree to see birds and ended up hanging himself on the tree.

Yukimura, stupid.

He looked at the broom in my hand, and the handsome smile on his face instantly froze.

I finally couldn't hold back, covered my mouth and laughed wildly.

"Hahahaha...Jingichi, I'm dying of laughter...Hahahaha..."

"... Mayumi!" He blushed and quickly climbed back into the classroom.

"Hahahaha..." I couldn't stop laughing, he held the paper airplane and helplessly made me laugh.

The author has something to say: Brother Cun was so handsome~ Although he didn’t succeed (cover his face)