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Fuji knew from the very beginning that Bai Lan was not such an easy person to get along with.

Although he looks very friendly, always smiling, speaking in a sweet and greasy tone, as if he is harmless, but those purple eyes always reveal a kind of loneliness and indifference.

is a dangerous man.

When they met for the first time, Buer had already made a clear judgment.

The little girl in his family—of course, she is now a big girl—seemed worried that he would be deceived by the other party's appearance, and when she sent them off at the airport, she repeatedly emphasized Bai Lan's "uncontrollability", as if she was afraid He looked at a disadvantage.

After listening carefully, Bu Er reminded her with a light cough: "Do I look easy to be deceived?"

"You won't be cheated," Ryoma said, "but you can't beat him."

"So, he is a very unreasonable person." Fuji understood.

She sighed: "Secondary illness doesn't make sense."

But regardless of whether Bai Lan was once an ambitious second-year-old who wanted to rule the world, he does not show any harm now.

At this time, the two were sitting on a bullock cart under the scorching sun, crossing the vast West African prairie.The sun shone white in front of their eyes, and the scorching heat made the afternoon extremely quiet and dreary.

Bai Lan's eyes stayed on the flicking ox's tail, driving away the annoying mosquito bites.

"Actually, it's quite interesting, isn't it?" He suddenly laughed and said with pleasure.

Fuji closed the film box, folded the map on his lap, and glanced at him.

The silver-haired boy bathed in the sun seemed to be glowing all over.

On the muddy prairie, he was still wearing neat white slacks, like a young master who came to enjoy the tour - but the reality is that in this desolate land, "enjoyment" is impossible, only poverty alleviation The team, and a group of professional photographers who are not afraid of hardship and money.

This is what he looked like when Fuji heard that he and Ryoma met.Fourteen or fifteen years old, with a slightly frivolous smile on his face.

"Sometimes I grow wings and pretend to be an angel," Ryoma complained, "It's so deceiving."

Thinking of her words, Bu Er nodded with deep feeling, indeed.

In this regard, Bai Lan explained that he came from the "past", so he stayed at the age of 14.

Bu Er was curious: "What about Bai Lan now?"

A layer of haze suddenly appeared on Bai Lan's face, and she waved her hand casually: "Don't mention it."

"You hate yourself so much?" Fuji laughed.

"It's disgusting," he nodded earnestly. "I haven't been able to catch up with my wife for ten years. It's too embarrassing. I really want to pretend that I don't know her."

"..."

Although Fuji felt a little sympathetic to him, he also felt that he didn't have the confidence to do so.

So, he said: "I didn't catch up either."

Bai Lan raised her eyebrows slightly, and looked at this fellow traveler.They had clearly traveled together for several weeks, but they were so strange that they just met each other.

It was rare to have a common topic, he showed a sympathetic expression, and smiled with the corners of his mouth.

"It's different, you chose to give up—and me, you see, until now, she has never even given me a chance to enter the family."

His tone was sloppy, very unserious, with some artificial complaints.

Bu Er didn't know whether he should correct him, "entering the hall" is not such a usage, so after thinking about it, I decided to let it go.

"Give up?" He thought for a while, then slowly shook his head.

"I just... want myself to think about it."

"Need to 'be alone'? Frustrated people always like to exile themselves." Bai Lan tilted her head and said with great interest, "That's why you need to hire a stranger like me."

Buer smiled wryly.

He initially set his destination at the junction of the war-torn Eurasian continent. Before he actually decided to set off, he spent a lot of time researching information and doing homework. He soon realized that the reality was much more dangerous than he thought.

Although he had some thoughts of escaping, he didn't intend to hand himself over to stray bullets or terrorists.

At Bai Lan's suggestion, they diverted to the African continent, headed west from the southernmost point, made a big circle and then headed back.

Wildlife on the prairie is something every photographer does not want to miss.

What's more, compared to humans, these animals are much safer, in various senses.

Buer looked at his DSLR camera and didn't speak.

He is still pondering the meaning of his trip.

"Why did you resign?"

Bai Lan held his head and leaned lazily on the bullock cart, but his sharp eyes seemed to pierce people's hearts.

"It's better to say, Mr. Fuji, what do you want to pursue?"

In an instant, Fuji's memory returned to the year when he was 14 years old.

Before the end of junior high school, he finally—perhaps got his wish, lost to Tezuka.At the end of the game, Tezuka shook hands with him, and encouraged him like any previous game: "Keep working hard."

You can tell that he not only said it for himself, but also for himself.At that time, Tezuka was already preparing the procedures for studying in Germany.

As teammates, they all sent the most sincere blessings.

For Fuji, this is not the first failure, nor is it an unexpected result.He just couldn't believe that he actually felt an unprecedented loss.

He insisted on finding the opponent to play this game, not only out of desire to win, but also to make up for the regret of the national one-time game.More because he thought he could gain something from this game.

That day, Fuji stayed in the empty court, looking at the tennis racket in his hand and thinking for a long time.

"What the hell do I want?"

The people around you are always so motivated.

Takashi Kawamura was the first to make a decision. After graduating from junior high school, he would concentrate on the sushi restaurant and aspire to become a chef as good as his father. Others have not yet planned to give up tennis.

Their golden partner is high-spirited and wants to make some achievements in high school, and is ambitious to build the best data network.

And like Ryoma, she left them early and flew to the United States, heading towards the professional stage in her mind.Subsequently, Tezuka also went to Germany.

... Everyone has a clear plan, and they know what they like to do and what they want to do.It seems that there is only one person standing at the crossroads, confused, hesitating, and thinking hard.

And me?

In the national competition, he also tried his best, put in countless efforts, and reaped the fruits of victory with his teammates.It was indeed the happiest, most relaxing time.

Then, as if he had accomplished a certain goal, he slackened unconsciously and stopped moving forward.

It seems that he has never changed, he is still the loose, unmotivated Fujisuke.

After Tezuka left, the letters that Ryoma sent from time to time were transferred from Mr. Ryuzaki to Fuji immediately.

She wrote in the letter:

Someone robbed a convenience store with a gun again today, which is very annoying.

Someone cut my jersey that was in the locker room locker yesterday.Uncle Merlin, are they really 15 years old?It's not as good as elementary school students.

……

Long Ma wrote a lot eloquently, and sighed in the letter: campuses and young people all over the world have the same virtue, tsk.

In fact, she doesn't need to write letters at all. Now that the Internet is so developed, she can just register an account on any social networking site and update her status at any time.

However, stationery is more likely to touch people's hearts than any virtual text.

Touching the same piece of paper, it seems that you can feel the mood of the writer at that time, and you can see her vigorous smile.

After Fuji put away the envelope, looking at the sunlight outside the club activity room, he suddenly decided that he was going to the United States.

For this slightly hasty move, Fuji Yuta was the one who was least surprised.

"You want to find her."

He nodded and said, brother, you really like her.

After finishing speaking, he let out a long sigh of relief and sighed, it's great, you finally look like a normal person.

Non Er rhetorical question: Will it be strange?

"Not at all." Yuta shook his head, thought for a while and said, "Actually, I have already felt this way."

What a person lacks the most, the easier it is to be attracted to someone who has this quality.

He can't see his future, so he wants to go to Ryoma's side, maybe she will tell him the answer.

——No, it's not "she" telling herself.Rather, close to Zhu Zhechi, he needs this kind of influence.

He thought that one day he would figure it out.

Fuji applied to a local high school in Los Angeles, and directly contacted Ryoma through Echizen Minamijiro who stayed in China.

That day, he rang the doorbell with his suitcase and waited for the other party to open the door for him.

Ryoma opened the door and looked at him dumbfounded: "...Senior Fuji, are you really here?"

"Am I so like a joker?" Fuji smiled slightly, took off the sunshade sunglasses, clipped them to the neckline, and said, "Then, please give me your advice."

From 14 to 22 years old, from Ryoma's 12 to 20 years old.

Just watching her grow up.

Obviously, Ryoma's worries about height in the past were superfluous, and her good genes made her not inferior to Caucasians who were born with racial advantages.

Warm white skin that is still well maintained after being exposed to the sun, slender waist and long legs, and exquisite lines are also full of charm.

There are many suitors, but Ryoma is not interested in any of them.

She got an invitation to the Open right after she entered high school, and then she went all out, putting all her energy into the game, and she was more eager than anyone else.

As an older senior, Fu Er naturally took over all the affairs of Ryoma outside the game, acting more like a manager than a manager.

Others thought he was a protector, but Fuji knew that Ryoma didn't need "protection" in the narrow sense.

Even if a gun-wielding robber rushes into their residence for a moment, Ryoma will pick up the bamboo knife in the living room and kill him in seconds before the police come to kill him.

But she still needs care in life and needs someone to help her deal with the worldly dealings.

And these are all done with ease, and he is very keenly aware of Ryoma's gradual dependence.

However, now he found out that it was not what he wanted.

Ryoma turned on the TV, and the program was playing a video of a certain invitational tournament that had just ended.They all saw a familiar figure and looked at each other.He saw flames brighten in Ryoma's eyes.

"This year, we all qualified for Wimbledon," she said.

So, Buer understood.No matter how close you are, there is always a distance.

He doesn't just want this companionship.