honey color

The photos of the night never appeared again. Maybe it was because I gave up that expectation, that kind of tormented waiting, that I chose to give up after repeated pale responses.That should be, it is predictable, it should be said, that is what I expected.Every time, I seem to be masochistic, telling myself that long-term pain is worse than short-term pain, choosing a path that will never respond, and when the other party really abandons you, I miss you over and over again, and then over and over again Torturing myself over and over again.

Obviously this is the result I want most, obviously this is... the result Hua Tianmi wants most!

But why did I bow my head when I was talking about all this, but why did I look like a cherry blossom in the rain, while my life was washed away, but I still lowered my head and cried to face the past that had chosen to die?Why do you have to be so weak?Why does a simple "Qing Xue" make my world seem to have suffered an unimaginable catastrophe?

——Because I know the "past" is definitely not as easy to say goodbye as I imagined.

The clouds in the west have been dyed with a pink-orange light, just like the painting in front of me.I was so helpless with my nearly dying memories that I shut myself in this room and walked around many easels before I saw the blank drawing board leaning against the corner.

The tinnitus has not stopped since just now, and life in Osaka may not have given me much insight.As a human being, as long as there is one thing that is not frank enough, you will definitely not be chic.I used to be just blindly pretending?In fact, as long as the real self is touched lightly, it will be shattered to pieces.

Just like now, even though I was thrown into the bright shadow of the sun, my heart has only fragments left.

So on the drawing paper where the fragments were reflected, I used a large brush to paint without even a draft.Exaggerated pink, but under the body is gray-black soil.It symbolizes the ending that my good memories will inevitably be swallowed up by this world.

The tears couldn't stop, and when I realized something, the sun had already lowered into my field of vision.In the far west, the blood-red light ball gradually approached the roof with a frightening light.It seems that soon, it will burn the houses, and soon, we will fall into the desert of human beings.

Ah, maybe these are just my wishful thinking, but if possible, I really want to be an ant under that tree, eroded by the sun like this.

The paintbrush in his hand finally dropped.

I'm not as strong as you imagined, otherwise how could the tears flow down like a broken lake?

I know that I am just venting with innocent pen and paper, I know that it is almost a kind of coercion and disrespect, I don't know if they can bear my pain, but I know that today's sunset is like a Putting the red-hot dagger into my heart reminded me of the fruitless "promise" I made with him who was lying on the table facing each other from the front, using it as a backdrop.

When the brush fell to the ground, the full black water on the tip of the brush finally splashed a pool of dark water stains on the ground.The hem of my long skirt was also stained with that dirty color, just like my mood, I was so suppressed that I could only cry and vent everything to flush out of my body.

That was the pain of Hua Tianmi, the last tear she shed during her 18-year-old summer vacation, as if she wanted to use tears to break up with this summer.

I curled up in the wheelchair, and the crying finally stopped after a while.Lying tiredly by the window frame, I looked at the ground not yet shaded by trees.The shadows are obvious, and the monotonous image of the orange light paved on the ground finally calms me down.

Repeated struggles are just proving one's weakness and how reluctant one is to the past.

—to prove how ridiculous I am.

So I finally got out my handkerchief, and after stripping the strands of hair stuck to my face, I dried the corners of my eyes too.

Straighten up, no matter how afraid of the sun, no matter how terrified of those familiar voices, I must be as calm as water.

Until the tennis court not far away seemed to calm down for a moment, there was the sound of gears snapping when the door was pushed open, and the voices of teenagers talking and laughing echoed the cicadas singing from far to near at the end of August.I sat on the edge of the bed, and the setting sun reflected several scattered spots of light through the glass window in front of me through the trees.I know someone is going to pass the road in front of me, I know it is the Tennis Club of Sitianbaosi, and their opponents.

I clenched my fists beside me, and my heart beat wildly again at this moment.I know I'm scared but also looking forward, looking forward to seeing that person.

And I know that he must be among them.

Because his voice, as light as the rustling of leaves, had appeared in my ears not long ago.

So I clenched my fist even tighter, and I could even feel the pain of nails digging into the flesh.I stepped back a little bit, and when they avoided the tree and appeared one after another, my long black hair cut off half of my face, and I only used the vision of one eye to face his appearance.

Little by little, avoiding the crowd of leaves, he just appeared in the blood-red sunset, as if a long-standing memory was being stirred up again.Everything was turbulent, but when the boy's face was placed in the sun, it all returned to calm.

It's still the familiar hairstyle, the familiar expression, and the corners of his raised lips are as gentle as cotton wool.Time has polished him more and more beautifully, with a slender figure, an unfathomable mind, and a warm temperament that has never changed.When everything was thrown into this sunset, I knew that all my struggles in the past were futile.

Because this is a person imprinted in my heart, and it is the person who can never be smoothed out.

I carefully looked at the fleeting scenery outside the window, wondering if I would have the chance to see him, and whether I would face him with such pure thoughts in the future, so I had to When I "parted" with him, I cherished such a fruitless meeting.

Their backs fell on the gray and white stone bricks of the campus. When the dark shadows were stretched to infinity, I knew that this wishful "separation" was finally coming.

It’s just at the end, when I saw him suddenly turn around, revealing the sky blue eyes that made my heart palpitate towards the setting sun, what I thought was not whether he saw me at that time, but that this time, I You have to be impressed by those eyes that seem to have bred the entire sky.

Hello, my former self.

And goodbye, the current Fuji Shusuke.

49Chapter49.Young Dream

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Talking, Yukimura boy is really... [For him, I am a weak soul _(:3」∠)_

Such emotions will exist on this planet many years from now.

Facing a friend whom you haven’t seen for many years, you will still be as thrilling as when you saw him for the first time. Facing the person who wants to forget countless times, just take a peek in the corner and you will fall forever.

So this is an emotion that even time can't dispel. Even if you pass through countless dream scenes built by time, there is absolutely no way to submerge the emotion.

Three years have passed, when the green ears of wheat that year have grown into a truly mature and full barn, I understand that the original hazy and abstract things have become concrete and vivid in front of me.No matter how many ways I tried to dispel its existence, it was still so vivid, and it still came to me vividly.

The color of the sky turned into nothingness in the blue eyes of those distant memories. My thoughts about him and my memories of him over and over again have already become disasters.Like a beast that is alluring, once it is caught, it will eat endlessly.

……

Yukimura and I are sitting in a small cafe in the middle of Osaka city.

We rarely come to this kind of place, and I invited him even to this date.He said he hadn't thought of it, and I just wanted to clear things up with him before the summer ended.

As for how many nights of insomnia that meeting outside the window made me sleepless, I don’t want to think about it anymore, so I bid farewell to my father and came here, watching the people passing by me with indifferent expressions outside the window , thinking about some things in my heart began to spread infinitely with them as the background.

My high school summer vacation, their high school summer vacation, time suddenly brought some content that cannot be ignored at this juncture, and all the past suddenly became complicated at this juncture.About human feelings, about some things I never want to think about carefully.

The shadow of the dove flitted in front of me, and the pure sunlight was the creator of the shadow. When the bell in front of the door made a crisp "ding ling", my thoughts were finally interrupted because of it.

It was the boy who pushed open the door, and a figure appeared at the door.

Although we have only been together for more than a year, he has matured much faster than I imagined. Maybe the gentle and gentle Yukimura Seichi didn't know how to put up a cane for a girl with a broken leg before that. Pushing the wheelchair more smoothly, how to communicate with a sensitive disabled person, and now, everything has become handy.How many of his thoughts were ignored and wronged during this process, and how many opportunities for growth have been created because of this, maybe only he knows.

He was wearing a clean white shirt, his fair skin had a small halo from the sunlight at the end of August, and there were fine dust particles in the light.In the soft background music, everything is like a newborn, with velvet-like tenderness.When they all came to me, I was thinking that today's topic might make him leave the cafe alone first.