honey color

of.

Because he wants to see me too, because of that painting...

"...and you like this, but you can draw that kind of painting." The hazy light in his soft eyes reminded me of the dark art room that day, and Chitose also said similar words.

But such a sentence uttered from a person who met for the first time was somewhat harsh.As my father said, life is equal from the beginning, so why do you call your current self "this kind of you"?I never lower my artistic style because of this accident.So in the end it is still weak to refute:

"Yukimura-kun..."

But when he was about to speak, he was interrupted before:

"I can understand you." His sincere gaze made me speechless for a moment.The beauty of the young man was dyed into a white light, and when everything returned to reason, he found that the remaining warmth of his palm was still on his forehead.

It's like a mark, a piece of heat engraved between the brows, trying to rub off the sadness hidden in my heart.In an instant I understood that there might be a deep relationship between him and me.

It's as if countless threads are extending from each other's bodies, and then tightly wrapped around each other.

Yukimura Seiichi is a similar person, not just Chitose's same kind, but another self that seems to be derived from the body.

Just because of the sentence "I can understand you" for no reason, there is no reason to believe him.I believe that he can feel the fear and panic of falling from the bright to the abyss, from the light to the darkness, and I believe that he is also very clear about the feeling of the blade passing through the heart.

Although the reason is unknown, I believe so firmly.

So soon, as he was leaving the art room to prepare for that scheduled practice game, I heard the distinct sound of a tennis ball falling in the distance outside the window.

It is said that I chose to start the game at this time to avoid the scorching sun, but it doesn't make any sense to me.

I just sat quietly in the art classroom, the sun was still dyed light orange after all, in the slightly drunken twilight, when the wet brush strokes painted the last purple sun, the exhausted and prosperous June flowers finally fell on this huge drawing board curtain.

Make a deal with him that you don't have to wait, he will pick it up at the end of the game.

It is said that even if the drawing board is huge, the fellow members can share some of it.

I was still moved by his persistence, and unconsciously finished the painting with more concentration than before.

It wasn't until the sun was westward that I sat in the wheelchair in front of the door, looking at the purple sun quietly blooming in the red clouds, and watching those continued lives leave a brilliant light and shadow behind my head.

He closed the door contentedly.When he drove out of the studio, the only sound in his ears was the monotonous sound of tennis balls hitting the ground.

Not long ago, it was a part of my life. I witnessed two teenagers galloping on the court and growing slowly, witnessed their breakup and reconciliation, and witnessed the boy called "genius" create an unparalleled "Triple strike back".

And today, I still can't hold back.

Just because I couldn't completely coincide that peaceful young man with the "Son of God" who stood at the top of the world in the life-and-death battle two years ago.

Just because his eyes, his expression, and everything about him are given a completely different color today.

It wasn't until the wheelchair stopped at the far end of the court, and I hid in the bushes outside the wire, that I bit my lips in surprise when I saw the boy's chin raised slightly and his eyes reigning in the setting sun.

Nothing has changed, including the memory of his inhumanity two years ago, and it's not the same.

The only thing that has changed is myself, the truth that time has shown me.

The truth about that boy.

38Chapter38. Hello boy

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I'm really tired recently, I have to work overtime for two days on weekends, I don't have any other consciousness except sleeping, I'm afraid it will affect my writing, bastard! (Fortunately, this time the list is [-]...)

So Fuji came to brush up the sense of presence again...

At the end of June, I met the boy I had wanted to see for a long time.

At the end of June, I received a second letter from Fuji.

Although the arrival of the letter was still too sudden - there was no warning, it appeared suddenly when I gradually forgot the late letter in April - but when I pinched the envelope, I was no longer as shocked as before.

Surrounded by green leaves scorched by the sun, in this season when cicadas are singing, the brown envelope also carries heat higher than body temperature. For that, it's useless.

But even if he wasn't too shocked, when he saw the photo, he still felt a shudder in his chest.

I've always wondered why he sent us the first pictures of us when we were young.I didn't understand his intentions until I took out this photo.

It was Huahuo that year, he secretly circled me in the photo.

Even after four or five years, when the piece of paper appeared in front of my eyes, the cool air of that year still seemed to be palpable.I got separated from them and sat on the stone steps, my mind was full of reveries about my mother.Even though there was the roar of hawking and laughter at the festival, even if the fireflies were flying under the woods not far away, even if the large lanterns tied on the cliff were so bright, they didn't move me.

It wasn't until the first cluster of fireworks rose behind me that my heart was not shaken.Turning around and looking up, the color of my pupils is absolutely irreplaceable blue.

It wasn't long before he found out that the back that was illuminated by fireworks was actually a small camera in his hand.

I can't remember the voice of Buer calling my name from afar.But I can still vaguely recall the beautiful appearance of the young man standing panting in the crowd and smiling at me.It wasn't until the cluster of blue fireworks across the sky forced me to turn around that he picked up the camera at hand and recorded my back when I was still short.

……

Even if the distance between now and then is light years, because the photo in your hand can arrive in an instant.

There are stars under your feet, and the smell of sulfur is in your nostrils.The ordinary things of that night, when recalled by me now, will also feel sincerely unusual.

Everything about the past is still shining, but the current self is trying to bury them.

Close your eyes, and imagine the boy in the sky, maybe flying across the field with a racket at the moment, but still wanting to remove the palm that I tried to hide.

Still waiting for me to "turn around".

The "booming deer" of distant fireworks gradually increased a few degrees, and when I realized it, it turned into a noisy insect. Not long after I opened my eyes, the sound of the mailbox being locked monotonously passed through this quiet alley.

I simply put that photo in the envelope.

Even though the back of the photo says "Memories of the 1997 Hanabi Festival." Even if the inscription is still the familiar name, even if I know that he just wants to use these photos to build a castle of memories for me.

But the castle is but a cage of my memories.

So no two, this time, I really want to obliterate your expectations and my memories.

……

The first summer vacation in high school started smoothly.

Not as excited as I imagined, and even a little bit reluctant, after all, I have to be separated from the school studio for so long.So with a little reluctance, I still put forward my little idea to Senior Sister Aoki:

"Come back from summer vacation...Can I borrow the classroom?"

"Of course..." She dragged her tone slightly, but when I was full of expectations, she still continued harshly, "No!"

"..."

"Well, let's spend the summer vacation well! It's time for Ami to change her mood!"

Looking at the smiling face of Aoki-senpai, although the corners of her mouth had to be curled up on the surface, in fact, the loss in her heart can be imagined.

You know, now, there is only such a pride left in my life. Even if I will be taught by Mr. Ueda that my sketches are bad, I will always be happy unexpectedly when I am immersed in the colorful world.

After getting this answer, I still couldn't be happy until Chitose turned away from Senior Aoki and took out a bunch of jingling keys in the shadow of the backlight. I looked at him in amazement, and even smiled at the corners of my eyes. .

"During the long vacation, I kept the keys all the time." The young man's dark blue eyes smiled faintly, which made me excited, just like a child receiving gifts on his birthday.

But he quickly squeezed the key back into his palm, even though the metal collided with an abrupt sound.Feeling bad, even looking at him was overwhelmed by surprise:

"But Aoki-senpai's words are also right." He straightened his waist, his originally dark complexion was darker because of the more intense training of the tennis team approaching the national competition.

"Eh?" I believe he understands my thoughts, so I feel sincerely puzzled by his words.

"Always in this small classroom, one day I won't be able to draw anything." The boy put the key in his pocket, and when he turned to look at the blue sky outside the window, there was a faint cloud shadow floating across the glass.

There was a long silence between each other.The members of the department are packing up their various painting tools, while chatting happily about their summer vacation plans. Even such noise can't erase the little worries in my heart at the moment.

Is he reminding me of my narrow vision?Remind me that if I go on like this, my thriving world of color is likely to die?

Can……

My eyes fell on my legs. You must know that many times, I am trapped by the shackles that I am forced to wear.And his kind reminder, for me, who is making life more and more monotonous, is simply a thorn, a hand that can only hold my heart.My dream has already been buried by those dark birds. If I want to experience the feeling of "falling" again, I am afraid that no soft comfort will help.

"Chitose..." When I looked up at him, there was rare anxiety on my face.