all the light

The feeling of tranquility, of being isolated and cut off, of being alone in the vast cosmic starry sky, made her feel at a loss as to what to do.

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The chopsticks made of sour branch wood beat rhythmically on the edge of the white porcelain bowl. The dark red chopsticks are mixed with a few strands of dark brown and black stripes, giving people an antique charm. She knows Takeshi Yamamoto's In his heart, he is the most traditional person, and he is also the most nostalgic person. He still keeps the last pair of baseball gloves he used when he was in junior high school, and put them away carefully.

The young man with the most resolute core inside, who looks cheerful and carefree, is extremely careful and gentle in some places. She remembers that time when she was pulled away from here by Sawada Tsunayoshi, because she was drenched in the rain and stayed in the car again. One night, then caught a cold.

The high fever was raging, and her brain was not very clear, but there was a pair of hands that wiped her sweat in the dark night and changed the antipyretic patch on her forehead. I still have an impression of this. Someone is talking.

After the fever subsided and she woke up, she saw Tsunayoshi Sawada lying on the bedside with a tired face.

She asked: "Gang, who was taking care of me last night?"

The brown-haired young man was taken aback for a moment, then smiled warmly: "Of course it's me."

"Ah, is that so..." She turned her head away thoughtfully, preventing the man opposite from seeing the complicated emotions in her eyes.

——Will there be a person who takes care of patients at the bedside all night, and still smells faintly of alcohol?

"Hey, Ah Gang, did Ah Wu come here last night? I seem to have heard his voice."

—— Hear him say to you: "Don't tell Mai that I've been here."

"No, I was the only one here last night." Sawada Tsunayoshi shook his head.

——then you were silent for a few seconds and then said: "I won't tell her."

"That's it..." She sighed softly, and after turning a thousand turns in her heart, she returned to the original place, quietly and peacefully, intending to seal it for a long time and never touch it again.

——Actually, she knows everything, and she is clear about everything, but she is unwilling to face anything directly, whether it is the past, the present or the future.

"Awu, you also said it just now, what if..." The chopsticks continued to tap the ground with a special rhythm, and Aso Yuka's voice sounded a bit hoarse deliberately, "Why did you still do it after so long, Wu? Believe that there are such things as if in this world, these assumptions are impossible to exist and cannot be established, so why do we bother to explore?"

"...There is no if, Ah Wu..."

Takeshi Yamamoto, who was sitting across from her, paused with the chopsticks in his hands. She didn't dare to look up at his expression. Maybe it was stunned, maybe it was surprise, or maybe it was disappointment. She didn't want to know,

But she knew she was running away like a coward again.

"Haha...Yeah, I was saying something stupid all of a sudden..." The expected embarrassing silence did not come, and Takeshi Yamamoto ended this unpleasant discourse with his usual hearty smile.

After that, the two casually chatted about some homely gossip, and the atmosphere between them was very harmonious.

After a meal, due to someone's ability to talk, it took more than 20 minutes scattered.

"Thank you for the hospitality. I'm full." Putting his hands together and putting them on his chest, Aso Yuka said with downcast eyes, "Awu's craftsmanship is as good as ever..." A person who sighs in satisfaction is like a cat that has satisfied its appetite The lazy cat half closed its beautiful light blue eyes.

"Haha..." Takeshi Yamamoto was noncommittal to her admiration, he responded with a haha ​​smile, and started to pack up the bowls and chopsticks in his hands.

Watching the back of Takeshi Yamamoto enter the kitchen, Aso Yuka recalled in a daze, it seems that she had seen the same scene not long ago, but at that time it was in her apartment, but now it is in his home .

Huh?She... Just now, she used the word "home"... Right?

The so-called... home, her home, has been completely destroyed three years ago, and perhaps for Takeshi Yamamoto, this is not a home, but a place where he can live, his home, his spiritual haven , It should be at Yamamoto Tsuyoshi's place... Except him, no one can take on the responsibility of comforting his tired soul.

Shaking his head, Aso Yukari stood up and left the dining table, then sat back on the sofa, opened the half-read book, and happened to see the first sentence【I want to challenge Yongjie.My stand has been firm: I don't care what happens in this life or what happens in the next life, I just want to avenge my blood relatives. (Idare damnation. To this point I stand, that both the worlds Igive tone gligence, let come what comes: only I'llbereveng'd most throughly formy father.)】

[Quoted from Hamlet, Scene [-], Scene [-]]

The light blue eyes gradually emptied, and then ink color gradually settled in them, bit by bit, like the most enchanting black silk threads gathered.

His fingers subconsciously stroked through the thick book, and the well-made pages were flipped through, and then stopped at the end.

【ah!I am dying, Horatio; strong poison has overcome my spirit; I cannot wait for news from England.But I can predict that the people will support Fortinbras at the election; I will vote for him when I die; tell him the story, and the cause and effect of it, tell him all, great and small,—nothing else. said. (O! Idie, Horatio; The potent poison quite o'er-crowsmyspirit: I cannot live to hear the news from England, but I do

prophesytheelectionlightsonFortinbras:hehasmydyingvoice;Sotellhim,withtheoccurrents,moreandless,whichhavesolicited--Therestissilence.)]

After scanning the last words, he closed the book, placed it face up on his knees, and stroked the bronzing text "Hamlet" on the surface with his slender fingers.

"Can the tragedy of revenge only end with tragedy?" She murmured softly a question that she couldn't possibly answer, and after she flattened the corners of her mouth, her whole face showed a strange sense of seriousness.

Feeling the unevenness of the words being carefully drawn and touched in her palm lines, there is an indescribable sentimentality. It seems that through this delicate touch, her soul traveled through time and space, and then went back to the In Denmark in the 12th century, I witnessed a "revenge story" with my own eyes. Watching the tragedy feed on blood, it grew to fat little by little.

"Yukari, I really like this book..." Takeshi Yamamoto's voice came from behind abruptly. She turned her head and saw the young man who had finished packing the dishes standing behind her and looking at him with dark eyes. Hitomi was full of complex emotions that were too late to clear up.

"Yeah... I've always liked it since before..." She nodded and admitted.

——Although the reasons for liking are changing, liking is liking...

"But I don't like it, Yukari." The words that the black-haired young man uttered suddenly made her feel at a loss for the second time tonight.

"I really don't like it. To be precise, I hate tragedies. Therefore, the tragedy of "Amlet" happened so naturally that it is reasonable for everyone in the world to think it is a tragedy. , and no one has raised any other opinions at all.”

"It's true that revenge begins with tragedy, so why must it end with tragedy? No, it should be said that the existence of revenge itself is a mistake. If Hamlet does not take revenge, perhaps he will live a happier life." Takeshi Yamamoto The words were low and slightly hoarse.

"Hamlet without revenge? Then it is not "Hamlet". Its value lies in the success of its tragic tragedy. Isn't it natural that the tragedy is normal?" With a raised eyebrow, Yuka Aso took him lazily The words continued, "Amlet exists for the sake of revenge and tragedy, not to mention his existence value. Maybe he will be happy if he doesn't take revenge, but he is completely unsuccessful in that way. Can be called a coward!"

"..." Takeshi Yamamoto looked at her silently, his jaw tensed, and his lips pulled into a stiff arc.

Takeshi Yamamoto knew that she had always been a strong person. From a very young age, when playing games with him, if the winning side was not her, he would let his temper and willfully pull him to play over and over again. , until she wins.With a carefree nature, he didn't care much, but if she found out that he let go of the water, he would have to mess around.

Although time flies, when