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The data, so that standing in front of him will have the illusion of being seen through.Thinking of this, I couldn't help but smiled wryly, it's kind of scary to fuck him!

……

"Ah, by the way, Kaido from your class came to our class yesterday to find someone, and scared the two girls who were chatting at the door." Tanaka looked at Ono and Yamazaki with expressive expressions, gesturing with his hands from time to time.

"Actually, Haitang is not a bad person. Isn't that right, Yuko?" Ono asked with a smile.

"Yeah." Yamazaki nodded, then stopped talking.

"Speaking of which, there is a boy in your class, he is Fuji-senpai's younger brother!" Ono said excitedly looking at Tanaka beside him.

"Fuji Senpai", that is, Fuji Shusuke, the boy is indeed very popular among girls.

However, Yamazaki suddenly frowned, and waved his hands helplessly:

"Stop talking..." the girl sighed slightly, "Fuji Yuta, he has already transferred!"

"Huh?" I suddenly stopped when I heard the words, my expression was completely frozen at that moment, I turned around and looked at Tanaka behind me, "Transfer...to school?"

At that moment, my expression must have been surprisingly exaggerated.Seeing this, the three girls in front of me stopped in surprise and looked at me.Tanaka nodded:

"Well, he changed schools...it's already Monday."

I didn't know what happened five days ago until now!

Self-blame, doubts, and conjectures followed one after another. My thinking was a little confused, and I didn't ask another word for a long time.

Tanaka seemed to see my doubts, so he quickly explained:

"I heard that he went to St. Rudolph. As for the reason, it seems to have something to do with his brother. After all, Senior Fuji is too good!"

A dark spot in the corner of my heart was poked, like an enemy who had been lurking for a long time, and now he finally raised his gun and aimed it straight at his chest.

I looked at them, eyes a little lax.In the confusion, I don't know what action I should take next.The fine rain slides gently over the umbrella surface, and drips down the umbrella ribs into the wet soil under the feet.

"Hanatian...you, senior..." Ono looked at me, with a little concern that was not easy to detect, and asked, "you, senior... Did you suddenly think of something?"

Ono is a very smart girl. On the day I met her, she probably already vaguely understood the extraordinary relationship between Brother Fuji and me.Even thinking about it now, I still think she will grow into a very good woman after shedding her greenness.

I looked into her dark eyes, and finally nodded unnaturally:

"Well, suddenly..."

"Then senior sister, let's go!" Ono held the straight umbrella pole in his hand, with a faint smile on his mouth, "The three of us can finish the next thing."

After all, I felt a little guilty, and my sense of responsibility as a minister pulled me forward.

But in the end, favors prevailed.

I bowed to the three of them apologetically, and then hurried footsteps sounded in that quiet street...

……

The dark clouds are layered and intertwined, spreading deep and shallow into the distance, and the sky seems to be splashed with a basin of dirty water, gloomy and terrifying.

I strode quickly and ran back to school.There was often water splashing around the feet, and the wet calves in stockings were very uncomfortable.

But when I walked into the school gate, I slowed down because of confusion, and there was a slight sound of raindrops on the red umbrella in my hand from time to time.

In fact, you are very impulsive until now, right?At least I never thought about what kind of expression to face that boy, that boy who is the elder brother.

The tennis club's training didn't stop because of the drizzle. The sound of balls hitting my ears, mixed with the sound of water, seemed very unsettling.I stood by the back door of the tennis department under my red umbrella and didn't rush for answers.He was circling the worst reasons in his mind, and conceived of consolation words that might be used, as well as various plans to restore Yuta.

The drizzle kept falling, and I waited quietly for the end of the tennis department.However, inside the green wire, a familiar figure seemed to have noticed the slightly eye-catching red umbrella in my hand, turned slightly sideways at a thirty-degree angle, and glanced at me.The boy under the sunset a year ago still had a serious expression and an indifferent gaze.But shortly after seeing me, he suddenly walked away.

Soon after, there was a long "squeak" sound from the back door of the tennis department.

I was slightly frightened by all this suddenness, and I was still planning chaotically, but the smile of the young man in front of me had already flashed out of the door, and the wet hair stuck together, and even the light chestnut color was now gone. A little deeper.

Probably the stern minister told him.

"Honey Sauce!" There was no trace of haze on the young man's face, the corners of his mouth were raised three-pointed as usual, and he looked at me with crooked eyes.

I pursed my lips, not knowing how to speak.

No, rather than saying that he didn't know how to speak, it would be better to say that he couldn't speak at all.

Because the smiling face of the boy in front of me turned away from gray, I felt a little scary at that moment.

"Don't Honey Sauce join the club? Why is it so early today?" The boy approached me, his tone still gentle and unchanged.

"..." I looked at him with a strange expression, but didn't speak.Action preceded thinking, and he raised his hand to share half of his umbrella.The boy was slightly taken aback, and reached out to take the umbrella in my hand.This series of movements was smooth without any hesitation, but the words in my heart were still stuck in my throat, and I couldn't send them out.

"Could it be that honey sauce is..." Seeing that I didn't say anything for a long time, the young man seemed to understand my reason for coming, and his smile gradually disappeared in the continuous rain.

There was half a minute of silence between us.

Under the red umbrella, the boy was covered with a slightly strange red.The time in consciousness is divided into several small sections, and these sections are infinitely elongated.When the boy spoke again, it seemed that half a century had passed:

"Yuta, he changed schools..."

"..."

"It seems to be because of... my relationship..." The boy's tone was a little hesitant.

"How……"

"Don't worry!" But for a moment, he interrupted my questioning again, "Yuta is just messing around, it will be fine!"

But I clearly felt that there was a hint of reluctance in that smile, which seemed even weaker under the gloomy sky.

Then, I watched his back gradually go away, and finally disappeared into the black of the back door of the tennis department without a trace.

……

Human affection always carries too many uncertain factors.

It is obviously not tied by anything but ends up being tied down by all kinds of things.

But now, Yuta has lost to pressure and self-esteem.

Think back to the day of the school tour, think back to the day of New Year's Eve, and think back to all the good things in the past.

The world that I thought I was integrated into was collapsing when I didn't know it.

Bu Er's attitude of not being close to strangers made me feel for a moment how conceited I was when I prayed at the shrine, conceited that I was with them, conceited that they had already regarded me as that world one of the.

The conceit caused by loneliness finally rolls itself to the origin.

……

The dim activity classroom of the photography department was so quiet that it was suffocating.

The walls were cast in a grey-blue shade, and a row of translucent glass windows in the south were now covered with dense drops of water.

A red umbrella was hung on the doorknob at the other end of the classroom, and a puddle of water dripped from the tip of the umbrella.

The meeting with Fuji threw me into infinite obscurity.

I curled up in front of the bookshelf, holding up a slightly dusty picture album.

Even in dim light, vision still clings to the picture in front of it.

The sea, the endless sea.

So that day, I did the craziest thing in 14 years

——I stepped on the train to Kamakura alone.

16Chapter16. Blue Sea Blue Blue

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I was leaning on my seat and thinking blank when the sound of the tram gnawing on the rails was rumbling.

The drizzle outside the car beat the windows, and there were many students who had just finished school and white-collar workers who had already got off work gathered in the tram.

The humid air is mixed with the body temperature of many people, making it sultry and unbearable.

In fact, that book was not the direct cause of my eventual trip to Kamakura.Because until now, I haven't made up my mind to do that crazy thing.

A familiar station name sounded from the tram, and that was the platform where I usually get off.The name of the station was repeated several times on the radio, but I didn't move at all. My feet seemed to be poured with lead water, and I stayed firmly in place.

Finally, when the car door slowly closed, my heart beat violently.

This indicates that the crazy plan that has been brewing since getting on the car is imperative.

On one side is the fear born of disobedience, and on the other side is the great joy of seeing the blue in my mind.

When such a wonderful feeling rushes to my heart like an electric current, the haze is still lingering.

In fact, the most fundamental reason for this crazy move is that matter!

The world I always dreamed of has collapsed, but the boy in front of me smiled and prevented me from approaching it and repairing it. From the beginning, I had no possibility of entering this world, and the delusions on the way eventually pushed me to a more disappointing result.

The corner of his mouth curled up in a self-deprecating manner, and his eyes looked forward without focus.

Since when did I, who takes pleasure in still life, also get involved in human feelings?

Maybe there was a hint of anger in this, I looked forward lazily, until someone suddenly walked beside me, calmly holding the armrest beside the seat.

With a familiar temperament, I had a premonition of the other party's identity, but I still said "Don't be him" silently in my heart.

"Honey." With just one word, I suddenly looked up at the boy in front of me.

"..." But this one word is enough to make me at a loss for words, it seems that half of the bad things are done by the same people