honey color

Such a row of text is displayed.

The sender: Fuji Zhousuke is clearly written in the upper left corner of the screen.

I reflexively looked at the ceiling above my head, and I could even imagine him on the first floor, leaning sideways by the window, and there were scattered cherry blossoms outside, falling so gracefully every year.The boy propped his chin with his palm, and when he pressed these words, he still smiled softly.

But one layer of separation is enough to hide the familiar faces and details that they didn't care about before.Even in the not-too-distant future, I suddenly realized that I had missed too many things that should have been paid attention to.

……

At the beginning of the new semester, I didn't take any position in the class. I just wanted to go all out to run the photography department well.

Excluding the three seniors who graduated, and the two classmates who retired this year, the photography department was reduced to me, Fuji, and Yokoyama. Among them, Fuji and Yokoyama are still members of the part-time department, and they hardly get to meet each other.

Looking at the materials of the photography department in my hand, the corners of my mouth twitched slightly, lamenting what to do.If there are less than five members in the department, the department must be abolished. This rule of Qingxue suddenly weighed heavily on me.

The photography department will be abolished. When this thought flashed through my mind, I saw the scene where Nishimura-senpai snuggled on Sakurai-senpai's shoulder and sobbed softly on the day of graduation, as well as the hot touch of the remaining buttons in the palm.

When the dream is trapped in the cage of crisis, and the unfavorable factors from the side threaten the life of the dream like a sharp knife, the resistance and struggle stemming from the psychological instinct will grow more vigorously.

Indeed, I should hold on tight and do something for my dream!

The first step to keep your dream is to recruit members.For me, this matter is really difficult, especially in an unpopular club like the photography department.

After the posters and leaflets were ready, I stood alone in front of the school gate, distributing them in a panic.Not many people reached out to take down the leaflets, and most of the people who took down the leaflets rubbed their eyes and threw them into the trash can.

This kind of picture certainly makes me sad. I don't have many frustrated experiences. In this respect, I am as sensitive as a rabbit.The back-and-forth of self-esteem and inferiority made me feel so sad that it was hard to explain, and I blamed myself for being useless.

"that……"

"..." When the low-pitched inquiry came, I was holding the flyer tightly, dejectedly, not knowing what to do.When I looked up, I realized that there was a clean-looking girl in front of me, looking at me shyly.So I hurriedly turned my face away, "What?"

"Excuse me, is this the photography department?"

"Um, ah!"

"I want... to join the club." The girl's light card-colored shoulder-length hair was delicately braided with twists, and her watery eyes were looking at me, looking demure and beautiful.

"..." At that moment, I really almost cried. The girl across from me was startled when she saw my sudden red eye circles.I immediately turned my tears into a smile, looked up and explained, "I'm sorry, I'm just a little..."

The girl nodded, avoided the topic clearly, and introduced herself:

"My name is Xiaoye Hutao. I like photography very much, so I want to join the club. And..." The little girl looked at the leaflets in my hand, and reached out to take some of them. "Next, I will help too!"

"Thank you, Ono-san!"

The time after that finally became less difficult. Xiaoye Hutao is a very careful girl, and she is also more cheerful than me. The time passed slowly in our cheerful conversation and hard work of publicity.Not long after, I turned my head and unintentionally saw the beautiful young man in the bustling place in the distance. I put aside the noisy crowd and eliminated the noisy voices in my ears. The contact between vision and vision made me inexplicably knock out a Clear notes:

"No two?"

"Ah, honey!" The young man walked towards me, but his gentle voice was very clear at this moment.

"How are you?"

"Let me help too!"

"Let's recruit new tennis players today!"

The young man took most of the flyers in my hand:

"Ah, who is this?" Buer's eyes turned to me, and Ono hurried forward and bowed when he saw this:

"My name is Xiaoye Hutao, and I am a member of the photography department who has just been approved to join the club."

"Hello, my name is Fuji Zhouzhu." The boy replied politely.

I saw the obvious blush on Ono's face and the burning gaze that was different from when he was facing me. Of course, a young girl with a beautiful appearance like him stood in front of any young girl, and the latter would become unnatural.Just like myself sometimes, I also fall into a strange state of anxiety and anxiety in front of Fuji.

After the two exchanged pleasantries, Ono once again greeted other freshmen to promote the photography department.And I looked at the teenager beside me, and returned to the previous question:

"Why don't you join the tennis club to recruit new recruits? Isn't Yuta also in there? Don't you plan to help?"

"Yuta will definitely be able to enter the tennis club."

"..." I suddenly felt like I had said the wrong thing. I remembered that three-person inspection tour. The boy with a crew cut was standing outside the green wire, his fingers were deeply twisted into the hole, and he clung to the wire, looking at the sunset like a torch. That quiet field is like a sleeping battlefield where a soldier is about to wake up.People with that kind of determination will definitely not be screened out in such a simple selection.

"Besides, there are Tezuka and Oishi in the tennis club, but you are the only one in the photography department." As he spoke, the boy's warm gaze focused on me again, "Michan, you really worked hard!" The corner of the boy's mouth slightly It rose, forming a beautiful arc, and in the tone, I felt a trace of envy in a trance.

But at that time, I just smiled indifferently and lowered my head slightly. At that moment, I felt unprecedentedly calm:

"Because it's my dream."

"Dream to be a photographer?"

"Yeah!" I nodded fiercely.

"People who fight for their dreams are very powerful, so Honey Sauce is really powerful."

"It's true for Bu Er, I have always worked hard for tennis."

For some reason, the boy suddenly chuckled.Then, he looked up at the somewhat cloudy sky above his head, thick white clouds were moving and shuttling in front of the sun, and the earth was forced into a flickering state:

"I, I can't always be serious." Fuji's usual smile gradually fell, and when he looked sideways, his azure pupils were like clear glass beads, and he could even feel the floating white clouds reflected on them. What kind of world does he see in the deserted light and shadow?calm?Or is it as unpredictable as him?I don't know.

"But even if you are not serious, you can do everything well!" I praised from the bottom of my heart.During the many years I have been with him, this beautiful young man by my side is always at the top of various groups, just like the impeccable nickname given to him by the surrounding, "genius".

But the boy shook his head lightly:

"It's not good at all."

"...Really?" I didn't understand what he meant.

"People who have never tried to exert great strength will gradually forget how to exert all their strength."

……

Even after so many years in the world of Fujisuke, I still can't fully understand it.His thinking is always ahead of us, so he always thinks of a certain sentence of a boy many years ago after a long time. At this point in time, he is happy for his growth, and at the same time, he is amazed that he can have such a thinking many years ago.

And now, that esoteric line has almost become our farewell message.

In the next long months, Fuji, Yuta, me, and I were divided into two worlds.

Photography on one side and tennis on the other.

It's like two worlds that don't interfere with each other, keeping this distance not too close to each other, and advancing in parallel.

As the director of the photography department, I had to devote all my thoughts to this area. In order to change the somewhat narrow way of activities in the previous session, it became common for me to take new members out of school after school to collect pictures.

And those two brothers, as members of the tennis club, also strictly abide by the club's activity policy.As I expected, the stern boy named Tezuka had great ambitions in his heart, so since then, morning training has become a new routine in the tennis club.

As a result, Brother Fuji and I couldn't even walk together to and from school. Of course, the relationship gradually became alienated.

But I never realized this, thinking that the separation of space would not prevent the objective tacit relationship between each other. It was not until one day that I belatedly learned such news from the school girl next to me:

"Fuji Yuta, he has transferred!"

15Chapter15. Rainy June

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It was drizzling that day, and I took Ono and other three girls who were new to the club to go out to collect photos.

During the rainy season in June, it is humid and hot, the sky is covered by dark clouds, and the world is immersed in a gray vastness.

Such a day, but did not imprison the enthusiasm of the three girls around him.

Yamazaki Yuko is a classmate of Ono Kurumi, and was finally pulled into the photography department by Ono. She is a slightly shy girl than Ono.Twilight Tanaka is a member who voluntarily joined the club later than Ono, with a lively and lovely personality.The three girls walked behind me, and Ono in the middle was holding a pink umbrella, chatting enthusiastically with Yamazaki and Tanaka on the new things in the class.

"So, the squad leader is really scary!" Tanaka shrugged and said to Ono and Yamazaki beside him.

"There's no other way~" Ono replied.

I was thinking about something, but this conversation suddenly brought back my memory from a year ago.The prickly boy stretched out his hands to push the glasses on the bridge of his nose, and the lenses always folded into a bright white light.The notebook in the boy's hand is always densely packed with other people's