honey color

I remembered running with my father on the African grasslands in the rainy season.When the nectar fell on the scorched earth, all living beings were redeemed, and they all had a kind of heartfelt worship to God.

Half an hour later, the heavy rain gradually subsided, the sun's soft orange halo covered the sky, and even the clouds were dyed a layer of bright gold.The students who were struggling in front of the teaching building finally smiled and set off on their way home.

I tidied up my skirt, grimaced at the thought of my cramped calves from time to time, and walked out of the school gate as carefully as possible with the flow of people.

A girl whispered something in front of the school gate, and then ran away with a "Hula" laughing.

I didn't pay much attention at first, until I noticed a person when I turned a corner at the school gate, and I was stunned for a moment:

"No two?"

"Ah, honey!" The young man greeted me with a smile, but what made me pay more attention was his appearance of being drowned.

"Did it rain just now...?" I asked uncertainly, pointing to his wet light blue shirt.

"Oh, yes, I didn't expect that the umbrella would not work at all." The boy replied calmly, then looked down at his clothes again, and said with a little self-mockery, "Miscalculation."

"..." I was slightly stunned, and the thin moisture in the air was dense around me.After hesitating for a while, I took out a handkerchief from my pocket and handed it to him.

"It's okay." Fuji replied with a smile.

And I stubbornly stuffed the handkerchief into his hand:

"Use it!"

Finally, he took the handkerchief and wiped the drops of water that rolled down from the tips of his hair from time to time.

"Why are you here?" I asked strangely.

"Ah, it was Aunt Matsumoto who said you had to go home alone today."

"Yes, I can go home alone." Hearing his answer, I was inexplicably a little angry.In my mind, I pictured him obediently nodding to Aunt Matsumoto, and vowed like a grown-up: "Then I'll pick her up."

"Our school has a school festival today, and school ends early. I sent Yuta back and came to have a look." The boy was not at all moved by my impatience, and said softly as usual.

"..." And I was blocked by his explanation.

The boy folded the handkerchief and put it in his trouser pocket, then smiled and said:

"Then let's go back together."

"... Oh." I nodded unnaturally.

On the tram, Fujisuke suddenly asked me if I still remember going to the Cherry Blossom Festival together three years ago.

I nodded:

"Of course I remember." I looked at his slightly narrowed eyes and said.

"Ah, actually, I want to exchange that photo with you." In the past three years, the boy has grown a lot, and his jaw has begun to sharpen.

"..." I was stunned for a moment.Although I kept the failed photo, I never mentioned it to him again.Surprisingly, he hasn't asked about the photo since.I thought he had already forgotten it, and it was just right when he was thinking about it. After all, this is a failed work, and he will definitely be disappointed when he sees it.Unexpectedly, three years later, his story was brought up again, which made my heart twitch. "That photo..." I suddenly hesitated.

"What's the matter?" The boy looked at me and asked a little uneasy.

"Well, that photo was a failure." In the end I chose to tell the whole story, "I can't see the faces of the three of us at all."

"...Huh?" Buer didn't quite understand, and looked at me with his chin in his hand.

"A fallen cherry blossom petal blocks the camera."

"Ha..." The young man took a deep breath, "That's right." Turning around as if relieved, he looked at the building speeding away outside the window, neither saying yes nor no.

"Do you want this too?" I asked strangely.

"Well, yes." The corners of Buer's mouth curled into a beautiful arc, and the shadow of the setting sun cast on his face was pleasant and beautiful.Time walked by us with brisk steps, but his smile never changed.

To me, he was an enigma in himself, and always has been.This is true at the point in time when we met, and it is also true in the future that slowly glides away with time.

"Why?" I looked at his profile, "It's...that photo?"

"Oh..." He paused meaningfully, then looked at me.I clearly saw those blues with sporadic lights, all immersed in this honey-colored sunset:

"Because behind the cherry blossoms, the three of us are also smiling!"

"..."

Sure enough, I still don't understand him.But this sentence inexplicably caused a shock to my ignorant mind, as if a strong wind passed through, and those pink petals filled my vision again...

4Chapter04. Memory photos

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In the desk drawer lay a dictionary with two photographs in it.

One photo is printed with honey orange all over the sky, and the other is a glimpse of a handsome boy in a cherry blossom forest.

As for these two photos, it is better to say that I put them in on purpose, or that I picked them out of the photo collection box when I exchanged photos with Fuji, and put them in the dictionary together.

That day, Fuji and I went home together.Aunt Matsumoto frowned when she saw him looking like a soaked chicken, she asked him to take a shower first, and she went to the room and lent him a set of my pajamas.

This, I don't care.

I've been looking in the suitcase for that photo while he was in the shower.

I often flip through the photos when I am bored alone. Looking at the pieces of paper, I often feel "fortunately I took them down".As for why, it is probably because I feel that I will regret it for the rest of my life if I don't take pictures.

Rhythmic footsteps sounded on the stairs, and I finally found the stack of photos taken by "Hanami" three years ago before Fuji appeared at the door.

"Oh, the stack is all pink." Fuji took the photos tied up with rubber bands in my hand.Viewed from the side of the photo, the color overflowing the edge of the photo is actually the pink of a cherry blossom.

"Um, yeah." I closed the case and moved it under the table.

So Buer took off the rubber band and began to look through them one by one.

"Do you want me to find it for you?" I asked on the sidelines, thinking of the photo that was too chaotic, I guessed that I might not be able to find it.

"It's this one!" Fuji pulled out the pink photo and shook it in front of my eyes with a smile.

I looked at the almost completely powdered piece of paper, and I was still a little frustrated.But he found that he didn't stop looking down at the stack of photos:

"Any more pictures?" I asked, looking at his wet chestnut hair.

Finally, his movements stopped abruptly on a certain photo.I was surprised for a while, because I saw his smile freeze for a moment, and then a deeper smile emerged:

"I didn't expect this photo to be taken very well."

I didn't understand what he meant and decided to lean closer to him and look at the photo he praised.

Three years later, when the suddenly bright spot of light freezes on the cherry blossom road in memory, the once childish boy also leaps into view.The momentary freeze is still so clear even after three years.Even at that moment, my flustered appearance came to my mind like a fleeting image, it was just the boy on the piece of paper, his eyes were still that unpredictable blue like the sky.

"..." I didn't speak, just followed his gaze to look at the photo.

"The unintentional works are often more successful." At the end, he commented.

"So, you still choose the broken photo?" Hearing his comment on the photo in hand, I asked uncertainly.If he answered no, I would indeed be a little disappointed, after all, as he said, this photo is my proudest work.But he must, and I think I will, too.

"Well, yes." To my surprise, Fuji nodded in affirmation.

As expected, I still can't figure out the way of thinking and acting that deviates from ordinary people.

So he returned the stack of photos to me, holding only the group photo with no visible characters in his hand.

"By the way, honey, this is my photo." The boy reached out and took out a piece of paper from the pocket of his pajamas. It seemed that he had put it in my pajamas before going upstairs.

I reached for the photo and was surprised to find it was an orange.

Immediately, I remembered the flower field that I often dreamed of.

I calmed down and found that the framed photo was an orange daisy, and the paper was painted with a large honey-colored sunset, making this little daisy even more warm.

"This photo has a good sense of light, it's definitely not a digital camera!" I looked at it for a while, and finally asked.

"Oh, yes. In fact, I have also started to learn photography." The little boy said with a smile.

"Ah, that's right." I nodded in response.

"I found that photography is really interesting, and I finally understand why Honey Sauce likes it so much." Fuji looked at me and said with a smile.

"..." I was stunned for a moment. Among the children of the same age, there are almost no children who can share my tastes, but the boy in front of me took the initiative to say that he also likes to take pictures, which surprised me a lot. A little surprise.Just like many children get affirmed, the corners of my mouth raised slightly involuntarily.

"Let's compete next time." Fuji said, looking at my smiling face.

I nodded and said "Okay" happily, but I heard a slightly noisy voice from downstairs.

So Fuji and I walked to the stairs together, and only then did I hear the boy's slightly coquettish "Hey~ I'm so hungry!" to Aunt Matsumoto.

Standing beside me, I only felt his shoulders tremble slightly, so I pursed my lips and smiled:

"It's Yuta!"

I suddenly realized, but I had already seen Bu Er walking down the stairs, but only halfway, he