must love tennis

——Probably at that moment, he felt that this was not enough.

A bang.

The non-duer thoughts came to an abrupt end.

This is the reality of Bai Lan unpacking a package of marshmallows, the package made a crisp sound, nitrogen gushed out, causing the expanded plastic to quickly collapse.

He relished it as if he was listening to a bedtime story, and he ate with the same relish. When he saw Bu Er's pensive eyes turn, he stretched out his hand and passed the bag over: "One?"

Perhaps out of some sense of sympathy, he generously shared his beloved snack.

Fuji politely declined.

They don't have much drinking water, and it's not wise for him to choose such a sugar-laden sweet in the scorching sun.

Maybe Bai Lan is not an ordinary person. He can sit in the sun with a smile on his face without wearing a hat or sunglasses, as if sunbathing in Bali, but he can't do it.

Thinking of this, Buer glanced at the navigator and map that were not very useful, frowned slightly, and estimated the distance and time to the next village.

At their current speed, if the water source can be replenished before dark...

At this time, Bai Lan switched to French and said a few words to the Senegalese boy who was driving. The latter leaned over, showed his white teeth, and said with a smile that there were still more than 100 kilometers to go.

"Can you speed up?" Bai Lan asked seriously, while looking at the old cow shaking its head in front, as if evaluating.

He slowly twirled a ring on his hand, his eyes narrowed.

Bu Er is very worried, and has a reasonable suspicion that the cow will grow wings and fly in the next second

However, the little brother calmly took out a wooden sign from under the cart and slapped it in front of them, with a few lines of Chinese written crookedly on it:

There are tens of thousands of roads, and safety comes first.Irregular driving...

Bai Lan looked back at Buer, and gave up regretfully.

Ryoma has always felt that he is a very freewheeling person.

It seems that the name "Fu Er Zhou Zhu" is difficult to be bound by something. It is difficult for her to read his mind, not knowing what he is thinking, nor what he wants.

One day, she found a lot of photos from Fuji's graduation portfolio. From the year when she was in Japan in junior high school to now, she has piled up a thick pile without knowing it.

It fell from the bookshelf during the cleaning. Buer opened it and glanced at it casually, then laughed out loud.

Long Ma bit the bullet and leaned over to take a look, and it really was a still from Lihai's big stage play back then.

"At the beginning they only sent one copy and stored it with Tezuka," Fuji explained, "I can only find Nioh-kun, please ask him to wash another copy."

"..."

So why should this kind of black history be kept until now?

Although they are both very nostalgic people, but not in the same way.

Ryoma sat on the floor and finished reading the photo album. When he looked up, Fuji was closing the notebook thoughtfully.He looked over, his expression was a little different than usual.She was still quiet, but her eyebrows were furrowed.

Fuji said: "Atobu wants to ask you to go to the party."

After Atobe graduated, he went to England to inherit the family business. Wimbledon is not far from his current address.Probably because of his whim, he wanted to chat with acquaintances who were both enemies and friends in the past.

And Ryoma noticed that he said "you".

She raised her eyebrows slightly, and there was a clear questioning look in her eyes.

"There are some things that I haven't figured out yet." Fuji said slowly.

He thought it was a simple matter.

Ryoma also thinks the same way, from her point of view—no, from everyone's point of view, with such a smart mind, what else can be difficult to get him?

But now, on the other side of the sofa, Buer, who was facing her across the coffee table, did not hide his inexplicable distress.

"I—" he pondered for a while before continuing, his clear blue eyes seemed to be dimmed by the emotion at this moment, "I don't know what I want."

Ryoma still looked at him in bewilderment, the photo album fell from his hands unconsciously, and the hard cover of the outer cover hit the wooden floor, making a light and muffled "boom".

She remembered that Fuji should cherish his commemorative photo album very much, so she quickly lifted it up and put it neatly aside.

"You can keep the things here for me for a while, okay?" When Ryoma raised his head again, Fuji had already left the sofa, squatted down in front of her, stretched out his hand, and patted the photo album lightly.

"Senior One?"

"I want to... go for a walk." Fuji finally said with determination.

Ryoma was silent for a while, then calmly replied "Oh".

Then she asked, "How long?"

"I haven't made up my mind yet, I just want to go outside," Fuji continued, "I used to think that if I got closer to you, I could learn something from you...but it doesn't seem to be the case. So, I thought , should try to change it."

Ryoma didn't fully understand what he meant, nodded half-understood, and said, "But, I think you just need to be yourself, you don't need to learn what other people become... huh?"

"That's not what it means." Bu Er replied calmly, still with a slight smile on his face.But he didn't explain further, he raised his hand slightly, his fingertips moved slightly, as if he wanted to do something, but stopped again.

He stood up again, put the notebook back in the study, and when he came out, he took another fax document and handed it to Ryoma.

"Next week, I will introduce you to a friend."

Fuji seems to have been prepared, and brought Ryuzaki Sakura to Ryoma.

Not to completely take his place—in any case, Ryoma is not the type to live alone.Both Nanjiro and Rinko knew, and so did Fuji, that she needed a roommate who could take care of her.

At this time, very coincidentally, Sakura submitted an application for studying abroad.

"And then left so relieved?" Bai Lan was shocked, and he raised his voice exaggeratedly, "You knew that she was going to meet the former seniors soon—"

He took a deep look at Bu Er, quite a bit annoyed.

I really want to say, if it were me, if...

"No one can interfere with what Ryoma does." Fuji said lightly, "What's more, she's an adult, do you really think I'm her guardian?"

"Although, but..." Bai Lan sighed slightly, and said after a while, "I don't think you should choose to leave at this time."

Bu Er did not answer.

He said, I hate losing.

Although the current choice is more likely to be evaluated by Bai Lan as "escape", but taking a step back, it might be a brighter future.

He wanted to find a quiet place to think about his future, but he chose the most dangerous battlefield instead of the secluded northern Europe and the uninhabited ice field.This world is so vast and infinite. Compared with knowing a little bit or two from the news, only by being in it can you feel the value of survival more.

Adventure isn't easy, but when Fuji embarks on the journey, it turns out it's not as bad as he first thought.

In most areas, as long as you know Arabic and French, and a little Spanish, you can communicate with the locals smoothly.It is not suitable to store too many banknotes on the body. There are many places where money needs to be spent. To find a safer place, a better meal, and more valuable information, you always need to invest.

Even so, the cost of living in these places is still quite cheap compared with the standard of living in developed countries.

It took Fuji a few months to gradually adapt to this life of eating and sleeping at any time.

Up to now, he has been able to sit in an off-road vehicle with Bai Lan quite calmly and be chased by a group of lions. He can also adjust the focus of the lens to find a suitable capture angle.

—unfortunately, that nice off-road vehicle can only take them to one town, and then they have to find new means of transportation, or simply walk through the vast nature reserve.

Bai Lan said nonchalantly, I can fly there.

"...That's not necessary."

Bu Er persuaded him to give up this idea.

When they passed a certain tribe a week ago, the plague was prevalent, and he thought that Bai Lan would take him to change the way—this guy is very strong, but he is also very afraid of trouble, and he hates nosy people the most.

However, after Bu Er was left in the tent by him to eat dry food for two days, he found that he had returned with a box of vaccines.

The effect of the vaccine is immediate.

If it weren't for the limited conditions, they would probably build a sculpture for Prynne—he said smugly, but in reality, he was lounging in his sleeping bag, chewing beef jerky, and then whining about his beautiful wings During a period of time travel, two feathers were scraped off.

Bu Er looked at the remaining small bottle of potion, and turned it in his hand, so that the sunlight would illuminate the dark red liquid transparently and brightly.

Although Bai Lan didn't say it clearly, he could feel that this was definitely not something in this world.

After resting for two days, they set off again.

"Don't Mr. Bu Er look so thin and weak." Bai Lan patted the empty package and sighed.

"You're not as selfish as you seem."

"Oh, I really don't want to care about them, if I'm the only one." He smiled briskly, "But if I do this, it will make Tsunaji-kun very happy--I have to plan more for myself, you Say no?"

Fuji shook his head and said, selfishness is not a bad thing.

At this time, as if they had a tacit understanding, the two looked at each other.

Bai Lan said slowly, "Actually, I hate failure too."

Noncommittal.

"But think about it carefully," he picked a piece of grass from the side of the road, dangled it in his hand, and poked the old cow's ass, "Some things can't be defined by success or failure, Fuji-kun, do you think Woolen cloth?"

"I don't feel like I've failed yet," he replied.

"I think so too." Bai Lan curled her lips into a smile.

moo—

The tool bull finally flicked its tail on the back of Bai Lan's hand impatiently, and slapped the grass off.

"Actually, you're not just doing things to please girls." Fuji said softly.

It's hard to tell.

Bai Lan's tone became vague again.

He focused on a certain place, thought for a while, then shrugged: "Maybe, I just want to know how they look at this world, and why they are willing to protect it at all costs..."

The word "like" is too far away for Bai Lan.

At first, he only admitted that he had developed an interest in someone.But gradually, he felt that this emotional development was beyond his control - and, strangely, he didn't want to force it to change.

He quickly shook his head with a smile and put aside the complicated thoughts in his mind.

"Fuer-kun, our journey is coming to an early end."

"……Um?"

Bai Lan grabbed the rein in the younger brother's hand, turned over and jumped from the cart to the ground.

He fiddled with the ring in his hand, and raised his eyebrows at Bu Er who showed surprise.

"Here she comes. Don't you want to see her?"