[True luck] My young taming is too lax!

When I was 3 years old, I cried when the first flower I raised alone died.

It was a white Rogallo daisy, which was fuller than other varieties, and seemed to have a burst of vitality, which made me fall in love at first sight as a child.

The samples I saw from the flower shop were completely different from the seeds I got. I listened to my mother explaining the precautions to me seriously, and my mind was full of flowers that I planted by myself in a few years and bloomed in the garden like a king. look.

Take good care of it, fertilize and loosen the soil, water and remove insects. It was planted in September, but in February of the following year, she did not bloom.

"It doesn't matter, Jingshi is the first time to grow flowers, and it is such a difficult one to grow, we can try again." The gentle mother squatted on the balcony with me, watching me holding the sickly flower. sickly seedlings.Why did she die even though she hadn't transplanted it to an open-air garden to keep out the cold?

The first time I cried so sad, thinking about it now, I started to feel sad, this is my first memory.

Although I obediently followed my mother's advice and tried again for the second time, and this time I succeeded, but the flower seed that had died was carefully hidden by me.

During that year, before I went to bed every night, I would put the small box containing the seeds on the bedside and apologize to her earnestly.

"Sorry, I couldn't let you see your own flowers."

"I'm sorry I couldn't keep you alive."

This kind of ceremony continued until later. If I let the plants die due to mistakes, I will keep them as a souvenir and warning.

The year it turned 4, my Rogalo bloomed for the first time, plump white flowers, larger and more exuberant than the others.She is a queen, no, she is a goddess.

In the spring of this year, I met my first friend in my life.

He has beautiful black hair, bright black eyes, and a black hat.In my impression, the flowers are colorful, but there are no black flowers in the garden.

The boy is a black dahlia.

There was a blush on his face when he looked at me, and I knew why.Since I was a child, my family said that I was cute like a girl, and outsiders often misunderstood it, so I just thought at first that this boy named Genichiro Sanada might just regard me as a beautiful potted plant.

Instead of paying too much attention to the boy, I focused on tennis.Since I saw a tennis game on TV, this is the first time I have come into contact with real sports. I used to be in poor health and often fell ill. After my mother taught me gardening, I was even more in a state of being possessed by flowers. Surprised by vitality.After holding the paintbrush, I can create the world I want to construct. On paper, I am the creator of life.

But at this time, holding the golden ball in my hand, I discovered for the first time that sports are not as scary as I imagined.

The racket in my hand is very light, probably to take care of my body, and I got used to it quickly after the initial practice.When I heard the coach comment that my movements are beautiful, I was full of joy to be praised for the first time in a field that I hadn't touched.

The boy standing beside me looked at me enviously, but didn't speak, but swung harder.

I think he is very hardworking.

Later, I quickly increased the intensity of training.The world opened by this small ball is as beautiful as a fairy tale. Compared with the vitality I felt from those plants when growing flowers, playing the ball with my own hands made me feel the vitality in my body.

I can control the arm, the racquet, my arm is strong and the ball goes that far.Seeing the coach's demonstration, I was thinking, if I grow up, can I also hit such a powerful kick?Just imagining the power of the ball being attached, I am full of expectations for this movement.

My mother found me secretly laughing while taking care of Rogalo, and curiously asked me why.

"The opponent didn't catch my serve today!" I smugly showed off to my mother. I usually just smile lightly in the club, and I don't want others to see my true nature. Only in front of my family can I be like this. Like real kids, they want praise.

My mother never hesitated to praise me, she burned a tender kiss on my face, hugged me and patted my head.

"Jingshi is really good! Mom is so proud of you."

She seldom mentioned my physique. Sometimes when I went to the hospital for an injection, I would see the sympathetic eyes of doctors and nurses, but my mother always only thought that I was very powerful.Whenever I grow flowers beautifully, do things well, and make great progress in painting, they will work very hard to praise me.

In her eyes, it seems that her son has always been a healthy and lovely angel.

I gradually grew up a bit, and Ichiro became familiar with him.Once I went to his house and found out that our two surnames have such a strong relationship, we all feel very lucky.He is a very hard worker and practicing tennis with him always makes me work harder as if I have a rival.The two of us were always racing to catch up with each other, and soon, he couldn't beat me.

He was a little frustrated, and I didn't know how to comfort him.

When I got home, I confide in my flowers, and my father secretly pricked up his ears in the living room.

"Of course my little Jingshi is the best." He had a proud expression, as if I didn't defeat one person, but the whole world, "But you are good friends, and that kid won't care about such things.”

My father seldom gives me advice, he just likes to hug me and praise me for being cute. In contrast, my mother is more educating me.But at this time, I was very happy to hear my father's comfort.

I ran over and got into Dad's arms, grabbed his collar and kissed him.

The 30-year-old man actually hugged me and started crying.

"Mom, Xiao Jingshi actually took the initiative to kiss me! Dad is so touched!"

My dad is an idiot.

As he said, the next time I see Genichiro at the club, he will challenge me again as if he forgot to be beaten by me.Our practice has been going on like this, and gradually I get sick less and my body is much stronger.Later, I became familiar with his family, and he also lived in my house.

In this way, I have my first good friend.

When I was in elementary school, I had a younger sister.This is the first time I feel the vitality of human beings.The beating of the fetus in the mother's belly, the vague shape seen from the instrument, and the kicking of my hand on the mother's belly when talking to the fetus... These are all events that impact my worldview.

I was still in school when Yui was born, and I lived in Genichiro's house that year, and my father took care of my mother.Sanada-san came to pick us up after school that night, and I froze in place when I heard the news of my sister's birth.

Genichiro held my hand, dragged me into the brother's car in a trance, and I finally realized it when we drove to the hospital.

"I have a younger sister." I looked into Genichiro's eyes, reached out and pinched his face, and he frowned.

This is not a dream.

Genichiro sighed and pulled me out of the car.In front of me, he always tried to be as steady as an adult, but this time I had no time to make fun of him.

Mom looked a little pale, but she smiled softly, with a soft swaddle in her arms, and Dad smiled like an idiot.

I staggered and ran over, leaning on the bed and staring at the little baby.

A daisy blooms in my eye.

I can't tell what I was thinking at the time, I probably forgot all about it.But until now, I think Yui is the most beautiful flower I have ever seen.

She is my favorite girl.

Youyi is in good health, with fair skin, and his facial features are very similar to mine.The nurse and mother are very familiar, and said with a smile that generally sons are like mothers and daughters are like fathers, but both brothers and sisters in our family are more like mothers.

My silly father still said happily, "It's good to be like my mother, and my mother is beautiful."

Then I saw my mother blush for the first time, and I can't forget it until now.

Yui is different from Sasuke. I used to look at Sasuke in Sanada house before, but when I saw Yui, I couldn't help but neglect others.When I slowly recovered from the excitement of "becoming an older brother", not only Genichiro was a little lonely, but also the elders of the Sanada family missed me.

After being hugged by several people one by one, I finally realized that I seem to have a few more family members.

Since then, I started calling them "grandpa" and "brother". Fortunately, the other mature and sensible adults didn't let me call them mom and dad, otherwise I don't know how to explain to my jealous dad .

Genichiro also seemed to want me to call him "brother", but I sternly refused.

He is obviously at the same level as me, unless he beats me sometime, I will call him.

During the six years of elementary school, he has always been my most trusted support.We have many friends and teammates around us, but only the two of us have become the topic of doubles.Later we experienced a lot of things, some of which I can’t remember clearly. When I graduated from elementary school, Yuyi also grew up to the age of going to school.

At this time, my title of "Son of God" began to become famous.

When did the symptoms start?

Before I realized it, the black dahlia had already quietly bloomed.

I began to feel the eyes following me. I have seen this kind of eyes a long time ago. During the graduation ceremony, the opening ceremony, and the competition, there were many similar eyes looking at me.

But this bunch is different.It comes from my childhood.He was a serious and simple boy. In my heart, Genichiro was the only one of his peers whom I respected.

We are friends, we are family, we are brothers.So I didn't think much about it at first, and I thought that that person was probably thinking about how to defeat me again, it was just my illusion.

In my garden, the dahlias planted by the elementary school are tall and shaded. Every time they have to be pushed aside a little so that other plants growing below can also bask in the sun.They are a bit domineering, and once given the opportunity, they have to grow indiscriminately.But their strong will to survive always made me reluctant to move them elsewhere, and even eccentrically found the best place for them to rely on.

I once apologized to my flowers while squatting in the garden digging.

"It's my fault, please do your best and grab them again."

Sun, air and water.I will give you all.But love itself is unfair.

Of all the flowers, my favorite is the never-born Rogallo daisy.And among you who grew up, what I prefer are those dahlias that are as domineering as emperors.

I apologized to them in a low voice, and my mother chuckled behind me.

"The habit of liking to talk to plants has not changed since childhood."

She knelt down beside me, hugging the hem of her skirt.I pulled a small stool from one side and let her sit down.

"They will also talk to me, I am not unrequited love." I touched the cute little petals, all of them are very delicate, but they always work very hard, so I can't help but want to help them bloom better .

"Unrequited love is not a bad thing." Mom looked at my actions with a smile, and now she will not correct me, "If you have experience of unrequited love in the future, you will know that the most beautiful memory of love is the ambiguous stage that has not yet been confessed. "

I looked at my father sitting in the living room through the floor-to-ceiling windows, and I didn't think what she said had any reference value.

When I entered the second year of junior high school, I had a junior who cared about me.Seeing him for the first time I discovered that my love of tennis and gardening are similar.

That child is a crimson morning face, the flower core is pure white, and the trumpet is like the primary color in art, pure red without a trace of impurities.And his character is also like the shape of a flower, showing his original self to others.

A little bit of education and training for him is like fertilizing this Chaoyan plant with his own hands. Every progress made by Akaya brings this flower closer to full bloom.

Genichiro also likes him very much.

We privately said that the kid was a bit like Genichiro when he was a kid.Stubborn and unyielding, one-sided, and sometimes a little hard to listen to what others say.

But they are all the same very strong people, and their hearts are the type I most yearn for.

I like Genichiro's tennis.He never hides it, and I always get emotional watching him play.This person is straightforward, honest, will not lie, and has a little naivety in his bones, and is extremely upright.I like this kind of person. He is very transparent and clean. When facing me, I can see through it at a glance. I don't worry about the other party's evil intentions. He lives upright and innocent.

My mother said that I have too many eyes and a very sharp mind, so I have such a simple boy who is hard to find in the world as a friend.

I do not deny.

Genichiro made me feel at ease. Apart from my family, only by his side can I fully reveal my true self.I acted like a baby to him, teased him, accompanied him, and my every move was natural and undisguised.He made me feel at ease without wearing the mask of "Kun Yukimura", "Son of God", "Minister" and "Senior".He knows me like I know myself.The same goes for vice versa.

We are twins.

So when I discovered his emotion, almost at the same time, that scorching emotion also woke up in my heart.

However, I have no time to think about it.When I was at a loss, the mythical winter swept my garden, and overnight, this newly sprouted feeling and my body were frozen.

For a long time, I have been unwilling to recall the half year when I was 13 years old, it was a nightmare.

The petals are frosted, the rhizomes are frozen.

My Rogalo sleeps and falls with me.

After being hospitalized, I was locked in a cage, my feet took root in the ward, and my arms could not touch the outside air like branches.I escaped the thunder of the stormy night, but I couldn't bloom.For a long time, I rejected everything related to life.Meat reminds me of their bodies. Vegetables have rhizomes similar to flowers. Only fruit seems to be the only thing that I have no association with, but I can't eat more because of the high sugar content.

I lost weight rapidly.

Afterwards, Genichiro took good care of me.He swept the ice off me and removed the fallen leaves.He re-fertilized me and made me see the drive to grow and bloom.He helped me separate from the wind and rain, and he protected me with a glass cover. When spring came and I had my own buds, he ruthlessly smashed the cover.

He forced me to return to the environment I was used to, fighting against the wind and rain, and fighting against the cold.

It is from such adversity that I bloom again.

It turns out that I have been yearning for 14 years, and what I desire most and the most powerful vitality is in myself.

Genichiro stood not far away watching my blooming posture.How should I thank him?Should I respond to his feelings and dedication?

Why should he like me?

do i like him

Later, he personally held a bouquet of dahlias. The familiar flowers reminded me of those cute little guys in my garden.

They are domineering and cute, and they have a unique charm that makes me attracted.They are the emperors in the garden, they do not allow outsiders to compete for the territory they guard, and they try their best to protect what they own.

Just like Genichiro.

When he was a child, he was a black bud, but now he has grown into a huge flower that is astonishing.

He has a kind of seductiveness that makes me keep getting closer, let my guard down, become comfortable, and can't do without him.

He is very smart and knows how to soften my heart, make me unable to bear to reject him, and make me unable to avoid my eyes.

He is a piranha, carefully laid out, devouring my surroundings, and when I found out, he had already locked him firmly.I can't resist him, he seems to have the fullest vitality in the world.

If I couldn't help reaching out to him, he would take a step forward and hug me.

If I threw myself into his arms, he would put his face in front of me and kiss me gently.

If I take the initiative to kiss him——

He would put the chain on his feet into my hand.

After I yearn for life, raise life, create life, watch life, and awaken life.

I finally have a life.I stamped and signed him and had everyone put our names together.I made him follow me close until my life burned out, never to leave.

This is a man named Genichiro Sanada, who only belongs to my life.

My name is Yukimura Seiichi.

My favorite word is "life".