honey color
Chapter 18
. "The boy on the side curled his mouth and said calmly, then turned his head to look at Yuta, "How?" "
"Barely...not bad! At least a little fresh."
So, as the elder brother, he burst out laughing with a "puchi".
"Don't be dazed, let's go in and have a look." The boy was the first to walk over as he spoke.
He is always amazing.
I like to eat wasabi sushi, drink dry juice without any reaction, and love to collect piercing cacti.
But his maturity beyond his age will always surprise us.In fact, photography is very suitable for him. In his works, he always pays attention to the beauty that others can't see, not deliberately looking for it, but the beauty that we ignore in detail.
Just like the rice wave we are in, the feeling we only see on the picture is completely different from the real experience.
Step inside and you will realize how small you are.
Among the three, Yuta was the first to lose. After the boy was tired from walking, he sat on the side of the road and looked at the green leaves in front of him.
The rice fields in August are green, but they are already pregnant with harvest.
At that time, I didn't know that there was a book called "The Catcher in the Rye", and I didn't know that in 2001, Shunji Iwai's "All About Lily Zhou" would be released in Japan with a sensation.I don't know the back of the boy wearing white earphones in the blue rice field.
But the only thing I know is that this year, at the age of 14, I came to the rice fields at the right age.
Because, like this ear of rice, our youth is in urgent need of fullness.
I was patted on the shoulder, and I turned to look at the gentle boy behind me:
"Honey sauce, how are you?"
"It's refreshing." I answered him with a four-character idiom.
"Want to take a picture?"
"It's been filmed!"
There was silence between us for a while, and then the boy suddenly explained:
"Sister, she went to see her fiancé."
"Huh?" I admit, the answer was a bit unexpected.
"I'm a college classmate who has been overseas all the time. This time I came back to China to work in Aomori."
"Ah, that's right."
"Get married early next year."
"Early next year?" I was a little surprised, "Actually, brother Hong is going to get married at the end of the year!"
"That's a coincidence." Fuji smiled slightly, but I caught a trace of helplessness from it.
The wind was mixed with the fragrance of rice, and it took a long time for the young man to speak again:
"Honey Sauce, do you know that sister and brother Hong used to be lovers?"
"???" I was surprised, although vaguely aware of it.Suddenly, I remembered Yumiko's sister's meaningful eyes in the soup pond last night. "Then why...?"
"I don't know." The boy slightly curled his mouth and smiled faintly, "Probably showing the other party his "back view". "After finishing speaking, the boy's bright eyes met my gaze, his hair was blown tousled by the brisk wind, but his pupils were still as clear as water. I admit that my breathing was slightly stagnant, and something in my heart came from that moment. A moment began to gradually become clear.
Fortunately, the refreshing wind blew away the hotness on my cheeks, and I lowered my head to avoid the boy's sight:
"They seem to have a pity." I sighed softly.
"I hope it won't happen again." The boy turned his face to the endless rice fields around him, his distant voice drifting in the wind.
At that time, I guessed the meaning of this sentence, but I didn't expect that I didn't really believe the guess buried in my heart until after that incident happened.
……
After the trip to Aomori ended, the Matsumoto family really got into the preparations for Brother Hiro's wedding at the end of the year.
When notifying all parties that day, my father was still on the phone and said sorry that he might be absent.
In fact, since we parted from him at the age of six, he felt farther and farther away from me.Just send me postcards from all over the world, and occasionally make a video call.The bond between us is gradually becoming indifferent.
I even wondered if he was going to disappear from my sight suddenly just like my mother.
Brother Hong's fiancée is a quiet woman, just the opposite of his personality.The woman is gentle, and I have met her a few times before.But today, they took me, along with my uncle and aunt Matsumoto, to the shrine where the wedding was planned.
On this day, there are also couples holding weddings.The bride was dressed in a white kimono, wearing a white crown on her head, and walked slowly on the stone road of the shrine with the groom.
The woman holding brother Hong's arm seemed to be a little absorbed in watching, but she soon came back to her senses and smiled at us embarrassedly.
Although I don't understand the psychology of a woman who is waiting to be married, I still vaguely understand the point of touching the scene to make love.
We walked up the long stone steps of the shrine, the dark old trees, and the unique coolness of early autumn, which made people feel refreshed.
The crows "quacked" in unison. Although it was difficult to find their traces on the tall branches, I knew they were around.
For some reason, I suddenly felt uneasy.
It was as disturbing as the hissing of those black birds' throats.
Thinking about it now, this may be a harbinger of disaster.
An almost dark atmosphere slowly transpired. In this obscure space, there seemed to be bells in the distant sky accompanied by a woman's delicate and ethereal voice.The green leaves and branches that cover the sky are criss-crossed, and the sky is like a sphere full of holes.
I just suddenly felt a violent impact.
A group of black things hit me with a strong and powerful impact, and my face was hit hard by it, and I lost my way instantly.
black, warm, smooth...
Yes, crow...
But when he came to this answer, his body was already suspended in the air.
It's a wonderful feeling, all kinds of beautiful pasts are swirling in my mind, just like what is said in the book, the revolving door before death?
It took us a long time to walk up a very high and dangerous stone steps, but the speed of the free fall was only a blink of an eye.Although I was in the air, I didn't realize it was short.
When the heart-piercing pain came from my left leg, and the sense of reality spread throughout my body, I knew that my life had encountered a turning point at this point in time, a broken line that completely deviated from the original.
Goodbye, photographer's dream.
After that, consciousness gradually fades away from the brain...
20Chapter20. Daylight Farewell
The author has something to say:
Re-opening this article, there is also a year of brewing during the period, and the update will not be fast. In short, I plan to grind this article slowly, write when I have inspiration, and stop if I don’t.There is basically an idea in my head in the following direction, that is, in terms of language and wording, I really have to find the feeling.
So the end of this chapter has been changed, girls can take a look first.
After a long time, I learned that the crow has a symbolic meaning of the sun.
"The golden crow falls to the west, and the jade rabbit rises to the east."
The crow lives with the birth of the sun, and rests with the sun's silence.They are not only divine birds calling the sun god, but also the funeral procession for the sun god going to perish.
And now, I was knocked off the stone steps by this dark bird, and my dream and my sun were also buried under the mud by it.
……
I just fell asleep like this.
The eyelids are heavy, and I want to open them, but I can't.
I can seem to see red veins all over the world as far as I can see.
The heart-piercing, deep-rooted, and blood-weeping pains were all gone.
Is it numb?have no idea.
All I know is that right now, my heart is a little sore.
Someone seemed to be shouting in my ear, I couldn't hear it clearly, and I didn't want to hear it clearly.
I really want to sleep, I really want to sleep again...
……
There was a tumbling in my stomach, forcing my mind to quickly become sober.But the eyelids are fighting each other heavily, and they want to scream when they open their mouths, but they can't. It feels like the so-called ghost press.My heart beat faster, my whole body struggled, and many things were chaotically playing back in my mind. It was not until I was frozen on the long and deep stone steps that I suddenly woke up because of the heart-piercing pain in my memory.
The ward was empty.
My left leg was slightly elevated with a white bandage.
There is no pain, is it because of the anesthetic?
When he was thinking wildly, a anxious and crying question suddenly came from outside the ward:
"...Then what should we do?"
"For such a severe comminuted fracture of the left leg, amputation is the safest option. If the lower end is necrotic, it will easily affect the overall circulation and be life-threatening."
"..." After that, there was a woman's desolate cry. On the door of the ward, there were a few wavering shadows reflected on the frosted glass.
Then, an old and deep male voice:
"But..." He paused, I knew that the person speaking should be Uncle Matsumoto. "...she's still a child."
"..."
"Live a lifetime with a broken leg... After all, this kind of thing is too cruel..."
After a long silence, I felt my nose was sore, and my eyes were suddenly covered with mist.
"I understand! We will do our best!" The doctor suddenly said firmly, "But even if the left leg is saved, the child will only be able to live with a wheelchair and crutches for the rest of his life."
After that, I closed my eyes.
Tears slid down my cheeks, drying up in the dry autumn air.
……
I can't force anything.
It was so strange to have been taken care of by the Matsumotos for nine years, and to end up letting them worry about me.
So, when I woke up, I tried not to cry.But I don't know how to comfort others. Aunt Matsumoto burst into tears almost as soon as she saw me.I'm trying to restrain myself, my dreams have withered and died, and I feel empty like my soul has been pulled out.
Therefore, what I showed after the accident was a state close to autism.
On the third day, the doctor said that the left leg could basically be saved.
On the fourth day, I gritted my teeth and saw clearly for the first time that I was horribly thrown.
"Barely...not bad! At least a little fresh."
So, as the elder brother, he burst out laughing with a "puchi".
"Don't be dazed, let's go in and have a look." The boy was the first to walk over as he spoke.
He is always amazing.
I like to eat wasabi sushi, drink dry juice without any reaction, and love to collect piercing cacti.
But his maturity beyond his age will always surprise us.In fact, photography is very suitable for him. In his works, he always pays attention to the beauty that others can't see, not deliberately looking for it, but the beauty that we ignore in detail.
Just like the rice wave we are in, the feeling we only see on the picture is completely different from the real experience.
Step inside and you will realize how small you are.
Among the three, Yuta was the first to lose. After the boy was tired from walking, he sat on the side of the road and looked at the green leaves in front of him.
The rice fields in August are green, but they are already pregnant with harvest.
At that time, I didn't know that there was a book called "The Catcher in the Rye", and I didn't know that in 2001, Shunji Iwai's "All About Lily Zhou" would be released in Japan with a sensation.I don't know the back of the boy wearing white earphones in the blue rice field.
But the only thing I know is that this year, at the age of 14, I came to the rice fields at the right age.
Because, like this ear of rice, our youth is in urgent need of fullness.
I was patted on the shoulder, and I turned to look at the gentle boy behind me:
"Honey sauce, how are you?"
"It's refreshing." I answered him with a four-character idiom.
"Want to take a picture?"
"It's been filmed!"
There was silence between us for a while, and then the boy suddenly explained:
"Sister, she went to see her fiancé."
"Huh?" I admit, the answer was a bit unexpected.
"I'm a college classmate who has been overseas all the time. This time I came back to China to work in Aomori."
"Ah, that's right."
"Get married early next year."
"Early next year?" I was a little surprised, "Actually, brother Hong is going to get married at the end of the year!"
"That's a coincidence." Fuji smiled slightly, but I caught a trace of helplessness from it.
The wind was mixed with the fragrance of rice, and it took a long time for the young man to speak again:
"Honey Sauce, do you know that sister and brother Hong used to be lovers?"
"???" I was surprised, although vaguely aware of it.Suddenly, I remembered Yumiko's sister's meaningful eyes in the soup pond last night. "Then why...?"
"I don't know." The boy slightly curled his mouth and smiled faintly, "Probably showing the other party his "back view". "After finishing speaking, the boy's bright eyes met my gaze, his hair was blown tousled by the brisk wind, but his pupils were still as clear as water. I admit that my breathing was slightly stagnant, and something in my heart came from that moment. A moment began to gradually become clear.
Fortunately, the refreshing wind blew away the hotness on my cheeks, and I lowered my head to avoid the boy's sight:
"They seem to have a pity." I sighed softly.
"I hope it won't happen again." The boy turned his face to the endless rice fields around him, his distant voice drifting in the wind.
At that time, I guessed the meaning of this sentence, but I didn't expect that I didn't really believe the guess buried in my heart until after that incident happened.
……
After the trip to Aomori ended, the Matsumoto family really got into the preparations for Brother Hiro's wedding at the end of the year.
When notifying all parties that day, my father was still on the phone and said sorry that he might be absent.
In fact, since we parted from him at the age of six, he felt farther and farther away from me.Just send me postcards from all over the world, and occasionally make a video call.The bond between us is gradually becoming indifferent.
I even wondered if he was going to disappear from my sight suddenly just like my mother.
Brother Hong's fiancée is a quiet woman, just the opposite of his personality.The woman is gentle, and I have met her a few times before.But today, they took me, along with my uncle and aunt Matsumoto, to the shrine where the wedding was planned.
On this day, there are also couples holding weddings.The bride was dressed in a white kimono, wearing a white crown on her head, and walked slowly on the stone road of the shrine with the groom.
The woman holding brother Hong's arm seemed to be a little absorbed in watching, but she soon came back to her senses and smiled at us embarrassedly.
Although I don't understand the psychology of a woman who is waiting to be married, I still vaguely understand the point of touching the scene to make love.
We walked up the long stone steps of the shrine, the dark old trees, and the unique coolness of early autumn, which made people feel refreshed.
The crows "quacked" in unison. Although it was difficult to find their traces on the tall branches, I knew they were around.
For some reason, I suddenly felt uneasy.
It was as disturbing as the hissing of those black birds' throats.
Thinking about it now, this may be a harbinger of disaster.
An almost dark atmosphere slowly transpired. In this obscure space, there seemed to be bells in the distant sky accompanied by a woman's delicate and ethereal voice.The green leaves and branches that cover the sky are criss-crossed, and the sky is like a sphere full of holes.
I just suddenly felt a violent impact.
A group of black things hit me with a strong and powerful impact, and my face was hit hard by it, and I lost my way instantly.
black, warm, smooth...
Yes, crow...
But when he came to this answer, his body was already suspended in the air.
It's a wonderful feeling, all kinds of beautiful pasts are swirling in my mind, just like what is said in the book, the revolving door before death?
It took us a long time to walk up a very high and dangerous stone steps, but the speed of the free fall was only a blink of an eye.Although I was in the air, I didn't realize it was short.
When the heart-piercing pain came from my left leg, and the sense of reality spread throughout my body, I knew that my life had encountered a turning point at this point in time, a broken line that completely deviated from the original.
Goodbye, photographer's dream.
After that, consciousness gradually fades away from the brain...
20Chapter20. Daylight Farewell
The author has something to say:
Re-opening this article, there is also a year of brewing during the period, and the update will not be fast. In short, I plan to grind this article slowly, write when I have inspiration, and stop if I don’t.There is basically an idea in my head in the following direction, that is, in terms of language and wording, I really have to find the feeling.
So the end of this chapter has been changed, girls can take a look first.
After a long time, I learned that the crow has a symbolic meaning of the sun.
"The golden crow falls to the west, and the jade rabbit rises to the east."
The crow lives with the birth of the sun, and rests with the sun's silence.They are not only divine birds calling the sun god, but also the funeral procession for the sun god going to perish.
And now, I was knocked off the stone steps by this dark bird, and my dream and my sun were also buried under the mud by it.
……
I just fell asleep like this.
The eyelids are heavy, and I want to open them, but I can't.
I can seem to see red veins all over the world as far as I can see.
The heart-piercing, deep-rooted, and blood-weeping pains were all gone.
Is it numb?have no idea.
All I know is that right now, my heart is a little sore.
Someone seemed to be shouting in my ear, I couldn't hear it clearly, and I didn't want to hear it clearly.
I really want to sleep, I really want to sleep again...
……
There was a tumbling in my stomach, forcing my mind to quickly become sober.But the eyelids are fighting each other heavily, and they want to scream when they open their mouths, but they can't. It feels like the so-called ghost press.My heart beat faster, my whole body struggled, and many things were chaotically playing back in my mind. It was not until I was frozen on the long and deep stone steps that I suddenly woke up because of the heart-piercing pain in my memory.
The ward was empty.
My left leg was slightly elevated with a white bandage.
There is no pain, is it because of the anesthetic?
When he was thinking wildly, a anxious and crying question suddenly came from outside the ward:
"...Then what should we do?"
"For such a severe comminuted fracture of the left leg, amputation is the safest option. If the lower end is necrotic, it will easily affect the overall circulation and be life-threatening."
"..." After that, there was a woman's desolate cry. On the door of the ward, there were a few wavering shadows reflected on the frosted glass.
Then, an old and deep male voice:
"But..." He paused, I knew that the person speaking should be Uncle Matsumoto. "...she's still a child."
"..."
"Live a lifetime with a broken leg... After all, this kind of thing is too cruel..."
After a long silence, I felt my nose was sore, and my eyes were suddenly covered with mist.
"I understand! We will do our best!" The doctor suddenly said firmly, "But even if the left leg is saved, the child will only be able to live with a wheelchair and crutches for the rest of his life."
After that, I closed my eyes.
Tears slid down my cheeks, drying up in the dry autumn air.
……
I can't force anything.
It was so strange to have been taken care of by the Matsumotos for nine years, and to end up letting them worry about me.
So, when I woke up, I tried not to cry.But I don't know how to comfort others. Aunt Matsumoto burst into tears almost as soon as she saw me.I'm trying to restrain myself, my dreams have withered and died, and I feel empty like my soul has been pulled out.
Therefore, what I showed after the accident was a state close to autism.
On the third day, the doctor said that the left leg could basically be saved.
On the fourth day, I gritted my teeth and saw clearly for the first time that I was horribly thrown.
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