what tennis

◎This is the truth◎

Ryuya Echizen is 13 years old.

He just wanted to mix in a free orange meal at first.In the end, he became good friends with the little ghost he met by accident in the orange grove, and he dutifully came to play with her every day.

If you tell Echizen Ryuya what happened 20 days ago, Echizen Ryuya will definitely laugh and think that the other party is telling a bad joke.

"Long Ya, the tennis ball fell."

The kid's annoying voice sounded again.

Echizen Ryuya was lying on the grass with his hat covering his cheeks.He didn't even need to look deliberately, holding the tennis racket with one hand and accurately catching the tennis ball that Mari Nishijima hit from the hillside.

To be precise, it is not a tennis ball that is hit, but a tennis ball that is dropped.

Mari Nishijima ran down the hillside, squatted in front of Echizen Ryuya, and took off the baseball cap covering his face; the sun was shining on his face, Echizen Ryuya closed his eyes, and shook hands with a tennis racket Push away Nishijima Mari's hand.

"I caught the ball for you, go to the side to play by yourself, don't bother me to bask in the sun."

"Long Ya, I don't want to play tennis anymore, shall we go somewhere else to play?"

Echizen Ryuya sighed and had to get up from the grass.

He picked up the tennis ball that Mari Nishijima had hit, held it in the palm of his hand, and threw it up casually.When the tennis ball falls, it falls exactly on the center of his tennis racket, and it rises and falls regularly, and it falls precisely on the same place every time.

Mari Nishijima didn't care about tennis, and looked at him eagerly, her face flushed like an apple.

Echizen Ryuya refused: "It's too hot, I don't want to play. If you're tired, just lie down and take a nap with me."

Mari Nishijima simply put down the tennis racket and put his hands on his cheeks: "I don't want to sleep, I went to bed too early yesterday."

Echizen Long Yale was taken aback, pinching her face with one hand, making her face him: "Look at my eyes, what do you see?"

The little girl's face was pinched like a cracked yolk bun.

She opened her eyes and tried hard to think: "...Dark circles?"

Echizen Ryuya smiled: "Yeah, dark circles under the eyes. Truth-chan, your handsome and lovely Echizen brother played wheel battles with those idiots on the tennis court for five hours yesterday. Do you want me to die suddenly?"

Mari Nishijima shook his head honestly, with a very guilty expression on his small face.

Echizen Longya let go of her face, lay down on the grass again, picked up his baseball cap and covered his face: "Okay, good boy, go play by yourself, don't disturb me to catch up on sleep."

Mari Nishijima: "Won't Long Ya go home?"

Echizen Ryuya replied lazily: "I have already run away from home, so why go back?"

Nishijima Mari: "I mean - the home that Longya likes is the one where she can play tennis freely."

"...I don't want to go back, I like to be alone outside."

He lifted the baseball cap covering his face, and glanced at Mari Nishijima with his dark brown cat eyes: "Why is Xiao Maru asking so many questions? Do you care about my brother having nowhere to eat?"

His tone was frivolous and slightly sarcastic.

Unexpectedly, Mari Nishijima actually nodded.Holding her round baby's fat cheeks in both hands, she pretended to be mature and sighed: "Because Long Ya's character is too arrogant, I'm worried that your salary will be deducted by the boss in the future, so you won't be able to eat."

"I'm going back to Japan next week, and I won't be able to bring lunch for Long Ya then."

"..."

Echizen Ryuya pulled the brim of his hat, and covered his face with the hat again.His voice came out from the hat, muffled, and with a smothered smile: "Don't worry, your Echizen brother is so handsome and cute, he won't starve to death if he goes out to sell his face."

Mari Nishijima heard the words, and her tone became even more sad: "It seems that a docile brother is more popular if you show off your face?"

Echizen Longya tried hard to hold back a smile: "Then I will try my best to serve you better."

The surroundings became quiet, and the slight sound of the little girl's shoes kicking away the small stones could still be heard.

Echizen Longya was basking in the warm sun, but he no longer had the slightest drowsiness; he felt that he should be happy, because once this annoying little devil left, there was no need for him to climb over the wall and come to the orange grove every day to check in and play with him.

But as long as I think that I will never see the truth of Nishijima in the future, I feel a little melancholy.

The imp isn't exactly annoying, either.

She still has a lot of things to like: For example, she is very cute, she has a good personality, and she is not easy to get angry. Although she is not physically strong, she learns tennis very quickly. have……

What else?

With such a detailed count, it seems that she has quite a lot of advantages, and Long Ya can't count them all.

Will you exchange contact information with her later?E-mail or something - so that she can keep in touch even after she returns to her country.

Thinking about things distractedly, Echizen Ryuya's hands were not idle, and kept throwing the tennis ball up and down like a toy ball.

Through the baseball cap, he felt something was being worn on his hair; Echizen Ryuya paused when he threw the ball, and the yellow tennis ball fell firmly into the palm of his hand.

"truth?"

"it's me--"

Echizen Ryuya sat up, the hat that originally covered his face rolled down to his lap.He raised his hand and touched the top of his head. It was a wreath woven of wild lilies and dark blue morning glory, and the delicate petals brushed against his fingertips.

It has a completely different feel from rough tennis balls with a lot of weight.

Seeing him sitting up, Mari Nishijima, who was sitting next to weaving the second garland, stopped and said, "Don't pick it, I've been weaving it for a long time."

Echizen Ryuya paused when he was about to take off the wreath.He and Mari Nishijima looked at each other, and the little girl looked at him sincerely with her round eyes——Echizen Ryuya finally lost the battle and let the garland hang on his head.

Echizen Ryuya: "You just went to pick flowers?"

Nishijima Mari: "Wild lily is picked on the hillside, and morning glory is picked in the cave by the sea... Standing on the top of the cave, you can also see the tennis court opposite! Does Longya usually go there to play tennis?"

Echizen Ryuya: "I can't get in, it's a private court for professional tennis players."

Mari Nishijima let out an 'oh'.After knowing that Echizen Ryuya would not go there to play tennis, she had no feeling for tennis, but soon lost her enthusiasm for the newly discovered tennis court.

Mari Nishijima picked up the lilies beside her and continued to weave a new wreath with her head down.

Some warm yellow pollen got on her fingers, but she didn't care too much, and now and then she interspersed some orange tree leaves and other picked wild flowers in the wreath.

Echizen Longya picked up a few small daisies and handed them to her.

"Are you going to weave yourself a garland too?"

"No, this one is made for my mother." Mari Nishijima took the little daisies and weaved them into the garland with a serious expression, "I want to make my mother happy, so she will allow me to bring the camera out to play tomorrow .”

Echizen Ryuya: "Do you want to take a picture?"

Mari Nishijima looked away from the wreath, and turned to Echizen Ryuya - the little girl's eyes were bright and clear, "I want to take a picture of you."

The atmosphere was a little quiet for a while.

Mari Nishijima stated her purpose so easily and earnestly, but Echizen Ryuya, who always took the initiative, felt a little embarrassed.

He turned his face away, raised his hand to cover up the wreath on his head.

The sun shone on his raised arms, and the place where he was exposed felt scorching heat.Echizen Ryuya didn't go to see Mari Nishijima, but she could still hear her voice.

"Long Ya, you are blushing."

Echizen Ryuya said without hesitation, "Because it's too hot."

Mari Nishijima was puzzled: "But it was also very hot just now—"

Echizen Ryuya: "Your face is also very red! I'm not the only one blushing!"

Mari Nishijima was stunned.She touched her cheek, and then her eyes wandered a little: "Oh..."

The two of them stopped talking for a while, only the cicadas were still screaming and screaming.

Mari Nishijima finished weaving the second wreath, picked it up and twirled it twice to confirm that she had weaved it firmly—she was holding the wreath, and suddenly looked at Echizen Ryuya again: "Longya."

Echizen Ryuya: "Huh?"

She held up the wreath, covered her flushed cheeks with the densely intertwined flowers and leaves, and whispered: "I blushed just now, but it wasn't because of the heat, it was because you looked so good wearing the wreath, and I felt a little shy, so I blushed. "

The thick pile of flowers and leaves of the wreath completely obscured Mari Nishijima's face, so that Echizen Ryuya could only hear her voice.

You can only see her soft fingers grasping the garland, the yellow pollen on her fingers, and the flowers swaying gently in the hot wind.

There was still a petal of a small daisy lying on Echizen Ryuya's palm.

The fragrance is pure white and flawless.

This summer, the ears are covered and the eyes are blindfolded, leaving only the scorching heat of the sun permeating every inch of the skin.

But he clearly remembered the garland surrounded by many flowers, and the tone of her saying 'I'm a little shy'; his heart was beating fast, and his eyes and ears were blinded by another emotion.

It's over - Echizen Ryuya's mind is full of this idea - I seem to like her quite a bit.

Echizen Ryuya.

After taking the Ferris wheel, the two people walked side by side on the section of the ring road back home.

There is a section of street lights on both sides of the road that seems to be broken, and the light is very dim.Mari Nishijima walked for a while, then raised her head and asked Echizen Ryuya, "Do you want to hold hands?"

Echizen Longya held her handily, interlocking his fingers with a natural expression.

Makoto Nishijima looked at the broken street lamp, then at the sea, and pretended to be indifferent: "How many girlfriends did Long Ya have before?"

Echizen Longya shook the hands they were holding, and smiled: "Truth sauce is my first love."

Nishijima Mari: "...you can tell the truth, I'm not angry."

Echizen Ryuya looked serious: "What I'm telling is the truth."

Mari Nishijima looked at him in bewilderment—even though he was stared at like this, the expression on Echizen Ryuya's face did not waver at all.

Mari Nishijima couldn't help muttering in his heart: Is it true or not?

is that a lie?

-Complete-