honey color

The one in uniform was looking at me with the bright white sun outside the door.His various postures in the past six years flashed before his eyes, but they were finally dissolved in this unchanging warm smile.

"It suits you very well!" Fuji began to say as I followed him on the way to the new school.

"What?" I looked at the quiet young man beside me strangely, confused.

He still smiled softly, looking at me who was puzzled beside me:

"uniform."

"..." I was stunned for a moment, and then responded unnaturally, "So is Buer."

The boy slightly hooked the corner of his mouth, then took out a piece of paper from his trouser pocket, and handed it to me:

"I never gave you this photo."

"Photo?" I looked at him strangely. Since last summer vacation, we haven't seen each other for a while, so I don't know what the photo is in his mouth.

"For the Fireworks Festival."

After the words fell, a brilliant night sky appeared in front of my eyes, and I realized that the beautiful memories of that time have always been sealed in the depths of my brain, just like the film curled up in a camera, everything has been faithfully recorded.

The photo in my hand has a light blue background printed on it, and the sky in the distance is bursting with bright fireworks, all the sights, all the sounds, all the smells, all the feelings... the coolness of the night wind blowing over the skin, the sulphurous feel of the fireworks falling The smell, the screaming in my ear, and the color imprinted in the boy's azure eyes, all rushed so violently that I was speechless for a moment.

"This is a gift for entering a higher school." Buer's quiet voice came with the scent of grass in the dew, and I finally came back to my senses.

Pointing to the light blue figure in the photo, I asked Buer on the side uncertainly:

"This person...is me...?"

The young man smiled and said nothing, I understand that the answer to that question is yes.

Time takes my memory and pulls back to the annual fireworks festival.The quiet boy stood on the cold stone steps in the mountain, and I was a few steps higher than him. The fireworks behind me made me turn around suddenly, but I didn't know that the boy had already thrown the colorful world above my head, together with the intoxicated back. From the negative, concentrated on this small piece of paper in my hand.

"So, honey..." Bu Er looked at me with curved eyebrows, "I'm not just a "brother control"! "

"Eh?" I was taken aback, because he saw through the little black thoughts in my heart, and instantly panicked, "Brother..."

"I don't know if they will be in the same class." The boy's blue pupils reflected the pink of the cherry blossoms along the way, looking soft and unusual.

"……Oh, yes."

……

In front of the bulletin board, Buer and I stood on tiptoes, trying to avoid the crowded heads in front of us, and pointed our eyes at the shift notices lined up in a row.

"I can't see..." I was a little confused, and finally wiped the sweat from my forehead, not knowing what to do.

"Let's go, honey!" Someone patted my shoulder suddenly, and I looked back to my side, but I just smiled calmly.

"..." I asked him what he meant with my eyes.

"We were divided into 3 groups together!"

Time stood still for a second, and I finally showed a joyful expression, nodded and said:

"That's great!"

……

After the usual opening ceremony, the election of class committees began.

I don't have the will to be a class committee member, or in other words, I don't think I have that talent at all.

Standing in front of many people, generously announcing, organizing, and arranging collective affairs, the feeling of being stared at by everyone is really, terrible...

Probably because of the photography habit I developed since I was a child, I am more interested in still things.Although it will be naturally regarded as "solitary" or even "noble", but I am also trying to restrain these behaviors that may be excessive.As for the class committee, it really is still very reluctant.

When the labor committee, literature and art committee and other positions were elected one by one, it was finally the turn of the two positions of monitor and deputy monitor.

Contrary to the head teacher Ayumi Kawashima's expectation, compared to the enthusiastic campaigns of those full-time committee members just now, these two positions with obviously greater power have received a cold reception.

"Eh? Is there no one...?" Teacher Kawashima grinned in embarrassment. I'm afraid this busy female teacher is also a newcomer.

The students looked at each other, and finally a good boy raised his hand and said:

"Teacher, he has been writing in his notebook since just now! His academic performance must be very good! Teacher, why don't you let him be the monitor!"

What is even more surprising is that this boy's remarks were quickly approved by many students.

"Really, I've been writing since just now!"

"Well, so serious!"

"It must be a top student!"

Buer, who sat obliquely behind me facing the sun, sneered slightly, so that even I was curious, and turned to look at the new classmate of "Zhao Ye" who was "besieged" by many people. Only then did he find that he had a thick frame Glasses, piercing crew cut, a ballpoint pen in one hand, and a thick notebook in the other hand. At present, he is moving stiffly and doesn't know what to do.

"Ah, since so many people recommend you, then..." The female teacher glanced at the list on the desk, "Then...student Sadaharu, you will temporarily become the class monitor of the third year group."

"..." The thorny boy had no expression on his face, and no one could see his thoughts through the thick glasses.This even made Mr. Kawashima uneasy, and confirmed in a low voice, "Can you...?"

Unexpectedly, the boy suddenly sighed frankly, stood up from his seat, and responded in a deep voice:

"Yes. But Mr. Kawashima, according to my calculations, if you continue at your current speed, our class will definitely have lunch fifteen to twenty minutes later than other classes." The boy said calmly, while using The pen tapped the gray notebook.

"Ha, it looks like Mr. Kawashima will have a headache in the future!"

"That's right, such a powerful squad leader!"

"But it's good for us!"

The boy's first words as the class monitor turned out to be the first right he won for his classmates.This also gave him a sudden prestige in everyone's heart.

"Eh? Ah!" Mr. Kawashima panicked when he heard that, and nodded immediately, "Ah, yes! Then...then move on to the next link, deputy monitor... who would like to be the deputy monitor?"

After the words fell, the class fell into silence again. No one raised their hands, and no one made a sound. It seemed that everyone was silently praying in their hearts that it would not be their turn.

"Hi~" The boy's gentle voice came from diagonally behind, I looked at Fuji almost strangely, the boy still smiled, but now he has raised his hands high.

"No two...?" I looked at him strangely, and he glanced at me lightly.

"Fuer, would you like to be the deputy monitor?" Mr. Kawashima asked.

"No, I want to recommend someone." Fuji replied with a smile, and then solemnly set his eyes on me.

——"It's Hanada Mi."

8Chapter08. Seven-color white light

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The class meeting was finally over, and I lay down on the table almost exhausted and sighed.

The recommendation I made just now almost drove me into a corner.I was never good at rejection, but I was finally appointed by Mr. Kawashima, and under the watchful eyes of so many people, I became the deputy monitor of the third group of the year.

There is no breakpoint in thinking, but the stomach has protested.So I rubbed it dejectedly, and slowly opened my eyes.

But I found the boy's usual smile leaping into my eyes, so I shrank back:

"how?"

He waved at me and put on the bento:

"lunch time!"

"Yeah... yes." I agreed absent-mindedly, but I was caught by the subtlety:

"What are you thinking?"

"Ah..." I felt sorry for my loss of focus just now, so I immediately apologized with a smile, "No..."

"There must be!" But he didn't want to call Buer, "For example, why did he recommend you to be the deputy squad leader."

"..." I was taken aback, this is indeed what I wanted to ask the most, but just now, I gave up the idea of ​​asking him.As for the reason, it was probably because he was frightened when he opened his eyes and saw his close-up smiling face. "...Well." After a long while, I nodded to express that it was true.

"Why...?" The smile on Fuji's face became unpredictable, "Honey sauce will understand in the future." As he spoke, the boy picked up his lunch box and waved it at the people in the back seat of the classroom:

"Suzuki, Yamashita and Gan, where to eat?"

"..." I was dazed for a moment, thinking that he must have come to invite me to lunch, but I didn't expect that he had already made an appointment.

"There..." The boy behind said with a smile, and then walked out the door.

Buer nodded, turned around and smiled at me:

"Honey sauce, don't rely on me too much!"

"..."

I looked up at the young man's back, and suddenly felt ashamed.

Primary school is not lively, and one person is used to it. Although some people come to strike up a conversation from time to time, the relationship is still very shallow.Since knowing that the junior high school will be with Fuji, I don't know why it's so much easier.Looking back, I realized that he was the closest peer to me.But now, my invisibly cultivated dependence has caused trouble for the other party, which makes me feel angry with myself for the first time.

But when I thought about it, I suddenly understood his intention of electing me to be the deputy squad leader.Because soon, two girls from the same class greeted me behind me, and asked me embarrassedly if I would like to have lunch together.

……

The first day of school is always hectic.In the afternoon, I followed suit and went to Teacher Kawashima's office.

It was a rather large room, with many books placed on the compact table, and the petite Kawashima buried his head in the innermost seat.

Gan in front of him pushed his glasses with his index finger, still clinging to the notebook, I vaguely glimpsed the densely packed pages from behind him.