honey color

While comforting Nishimura-senpai, my sister cast her clean eyes on me who was still wiping away tears silently, "Let's take a group photo first, and I'll come back to you later."

I nodded.

"Oh, by the way..." Sakurai-senpai who was walking halfway suddenly turned around, "Takeuchi said he was waiting for you at the old place. Really, this guy just has a lot of ideas." After complaining, Sakurai-senpai still Grinning a warm smile towards me under the cherry tree.

……

The so-called old place is the rooftop.

When I pushed open the old iron door on the roof, it still felt like a year ago.

The raging wind, the light air, the clouds that are much closer than the bottom of the building, and the dazzlingly blue sky.The boy opened his school uniform, and the continuous wind blew his black coat high, causing the fabric to "whirr".

Hearing the sound of gears rubbing against each other, the boy in the sun turned and looked at me.The shirt buttons had been looted, and as I expected, the handsome boy was popular among the girls.

I pressed the corner of the skirt, and the strong wind blew by. I flickered my eyes in the shadows and looked at the brightly dressed boy.The hair was tangled around the ears, and the boy slightly raised the corners of his mouth, still showing his usual slightly joking expression.

"Hanata-san!" Takeuchi greeted me with a hand outstretched, and I tried not to make my expression too ugly, and staggered towards the boy beside the wire.

Takeuchi looked at me, and suddenly smiled and exclaimed:

"Ah, crying!"

"..." I didn't say anything, I just watched the people who looked like rice grains at the bottom of the building sometimes gather and sometimes separate, and the depression in my heart never dissipated.

"Parting" has been extremely hated since childhood.

Seeing that I ignored him, the boy stopped teasing him, but his suddenly serious tone made it hard for me to adapt:

"Hanata-san will be in the second year of junior high school next year."

I turned my head to look at the boy beside me, not understanding what he was going to say.

"My dream is to become a photographer, so I have to make persistent efforts!"

"...Takeuchi-senpai's dream is not to be a photographer?"

"No!"

The boy's straightforward answer made me speechless for a while. He has the qualifications to be a photographer, with a delicate sense of beauty, and he tirelessly discovers the neglected details in life, just like his father.

I once thought that those who possess talent will inevitably develop this talent.

"The dream is to be a lawyer."

"so……"

The sound of the wind is coming in like a sea tide, and now all that fills my field of vision is separation, separation, separation...

"Here you are! The last gift before graduation!" Senior Takeuchi's voice was unreal in the wind, I turned my head and saw him clenched his fist and waved it in front of me.

"..."

"Give me your hand!" Senior Takeuchi said to me with a smile, I looked at him strangely, the boy was standing on the steps with wires, a little taller than me.His gray pupils were soaked in warm sunlight, looking straight at me.I stretched out my hands behind my back and spread them out in front of him.

Takeuchi leaned over and pulled my wrist, and slowly opened his clenched hand on my palm.By feeling, I knew it was a small object, and when it fell into the palm of my hand, it brought a boy's hot palm temperature, which made my heart tremble suddenly.

The boy didn't move his hand away in a hurry, I looked at his face close to me, without any sadness of parting.

"What...?"

"Look for yourself!" So Takeuchi let go of me, I hesitated to retract my palm, and opened it in front of myself.

Inside lay a small white button.

"..." I blinked and looked at him in surprise, because the gift I received was so meaningful that I couldn't speak for a while.

"The second button under the skirt, the one closest to the heart, now this button belongs to you." Senior Takeuchi looked far away, perhaps those memories of the past were flashing in the boy's mind one by one.

I know what that button means, so this makes me even more embarrassed:

"This isn't..." I stammered, unable to speak for a long time, my face turned away from the coldness of early spring and was burning hot.

"This is another dream..." Senior Takeuchi said slowly, "Photography...is another dream." He turned to look at me, "Now I leave it to you."

"..."

"Of course, there are still some other meanings." The young man lowered his eyes slightly, his expression slightly stagnant.Not long after leaving this vague sentence, he still turned his mouth up and looked at me, "Anyway, Hanada-san, I will keep the second button of the middle school for me! Do you understand?"

The commanding tone made it impossible for me to argue.

I looked at him and nodded silently.

……

Then we took pictures of every scene of the campus and every tree that was enough to evoke memories.

All good things must be done with them on this day, until finally, the three of them stood in front of the school gate, waving goodbye to me with a touch of parting sorrow.

When the setting sun was shining all over the world, I was sitting in the empty classroom of the third year group.Leaning his head on the desk, his skin finally felt the coldness of March's wood.

The setting sun in the distance is spectacular enough, it is gradually swallowed up by the city under its feet with the feelings of the world.

The back view of my father and the back view of my seniors and sisters in my mind belong to the section called "Once upon a time". Whose back view will be included in this section in the near future?I don't know.

There is also that blurred face in the distant impression, which suddenly makes me feel that the world around you is quietly moving towards the opposite side of happiness when you don't know it.

"Honey sauce!" When the gentle voice sounded, I looked up at the smiling teenager outside the classroom door.

"Ah, it's Fuji." I stared at him for a while, "Yamato-senpai also sent him away?"

"Well, yes." The boy walked around the tables and chairs and walked slowly to my side, "The next head of the tennis club should be Tezuka."

I nodded, the boy's calmness and persistence were unparalleled.

But then, I put my cheeks on the table again, with a little laziness, and my eyes fell to the bigger and redder sunset in the sky.

The boy on the side looked at me like this and chuckled lightly.Then he sat down on the seat next to me, and imitated my appearance and put his cheek on the table, but he turned his face away from me.

So in the next second, the boy's handsome eyebrows leaped sideways into my eyes, and a little bit of blue broken light in the shadow of the backlight looked even more fascinating.

"..." I lost my mind a little, I didn't expect the boy to look at me so naturally.We also leaned sideways on the desks, surrounded by a quiet classroom with no one else.

"What's Mi-chan thinking?" Fuji asked while looking at me, we were only one aisle apart.

"Back view." I said.

"Huh? So profound." Fuji said with a smile, "Have you figured it out?"

"Probably... still don't understand." I thought he must not understand what I was talking about, but was embarrassed by his calm tone.

The orange-purple sky was covered with large swaths of red clouds, and the setting sun passed through the boy's hair, making his cheeks glow brilliantly.

"At least I won't show Honey Sauce my back."

"..."

In fact, he has always understood what I was thinking.

From a long time ago, he stood by my side and watched everything about me.

He knew everything about his father's departure and the lack of maternal love.

Looking at his usual light smile, I was once again afraid of the word "separation".

If one day, the boy next to me is also forced to be labeled as "separation", just like my father who hasn't come back to see me for seven years, then what kind of expression should I face the next time?

So this year, when "separation" appeared ferociously again, I withdrew my hand again.Warn yourself not to rely too much on anyone or anything.

Even if the other party is as gentle and calm as the sky.

"So..." As he spoke, the young man suddenly raised his elbows, propped his chin with his palms, and looked at me, "Honey sauce also promised me not to show me your back."

Time freezes at that point of light, even if you turn around and look again in the long future, you will find the breezy cheek of the boy in front of the window at a glance.

I looked at him, not knowing how to answer.Jie Mo just pulled the corners of his mouth, and smiled towards him, towards the sunset behind him, and towards the city under the sunset.

A smile with an unknown meaning, I dare not easily promise this thing that seems to be an agreement.

The small button in my hand was tightly held in my palm.

14Chapter14. Gray distance

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On the first day of the second year of junior high school, I did not go to school with Fuji.

The reason is that Yuta actually soiled the new school uniform before going to school, so that the whole family surrounded him in the early morning.Fuji then called to explain the reason to Aunt Matsumoto, and apologized for not being able to go to school with me today.

There is no problem with one person.

A long time ago, I traveled around the world with my father. When I was four or five years old, I once walked into the bakery alone, stared at the salesperson in a foreign country with wide eyes, pointed at the bread I wanted, and then stuffed the money into the other person’s hand. inside.

But for some reason, from that day on, the distance between us suddenly became far away, so far that we could hardly see each other.

He is in Group 1 of the second year, the first class of the second grade.

I am in Group 12 of the second grade, the last class of the second grade.

……

The burden of the photography department finally fell on my shoulders.

I was reluctant to take it on, and reasoned that I was quite incompetent in interpersonal relationships. At that time, Sakurai-senpai just smiled lightly:

"If you don't have the determination to do well, you'll just go nowhere."

So I opened my mouth, but I couldn't find any reason to refute it for a long time.

"Honey sauce, the photography department needs to work hard!"

The mobile phone vibrated slightly in the desk. When it was turned on, the