honey color

on the phone.

Starting today, he has completely left me, and our story has been drawn to an eternal rest.

The short voice lingered in my ears for a long time. When I put down the phone and handed it to Chitose with a heavy heart, the boy on the opposite side looked out the window with his cheeks propped up.

The night is gradually eroding the day, and on the opposite side of the street, under the cherry blossom trees that have sprouted green leaves, Fuji is looking at us with his hands in his pockets.

"Chitose, am I...bad?" The phone was moved to his elbow, and he finally came back to his senses because of my words.

"What do you mean?" He unexpectedly did not respond.

"To Yukimura..."

"No." He said simply, I never thought I could receive Yukimura's blessing, not even Chitose's.But now, his answer is not what I expected, "This... There is no right or wrong." He looked at me very seriously, and I knew that it was my weak heart that was at work again, "His so-called injury, It's his own choice."

"..." He was comforting me, but I couldn't speak.

The dark blue sky gradually turned to thick black, and Chitose, who had never smiled, smiled when the street lights came on:

"Maybe only this person is the most suitable for you, Amy, there is no need to blame yourself. Remember, happiness is sometimes a selfish thing."

He always speaks directly to the point. While making people feel domineering, it is also very reasonable.So I said nothing, I nodded and he deepened his smile.

He reached out and fumbled in his trouser pocket, and before long, he put a bunch of keys on the table and handed them to me:

"The key to Yukimura's apartment." He looked at me and said indifferently.

"Huh?" I was surprised.

"He said there are some things that belong to you that you can't take to Paris, so leave them for you to deal with."

I don't understand, I never left anything in his place, and if I did, how could it be something big.So I looked at the opposite person with doubts on my face, but Chitose just shrugged:

"I don't know what it is. But Yukimura said that the apartment rent is due at the end of this month, and you need to deal with it as soon as possible." After he finished speaking, he finally leaned back on the back of the chair.

I looked at the key on the table, hesitated, and reached out to take it.Not long after pocketing it, our conversation came to a close.

Buer took me over from him, and from the day we met again, we picked up the past and relied on each other.He already knew about my situation. During the four years, Buer even took the initiative to read books about people like me. In many things, he even has expertise beyond my imagination.

We bid farewell to Chitose, and he became my crutch on the streets in early summer.When I reached into my pocket, I suddenly touched the bunch of keys:

"No, I want you to accompany me to a place."

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"There is a place I want to go."

After saying these words, Bu Er lightly paused for a second.On the night of early summer, the rain in June has gradually stopped. Under the dark sky, the cicadas hide under the leaves, and when they vibrate their wings, they don't see the scorching heat, but they smell a little moist.

Perhaps it was a cautious attitude, after all, it was related to the young man who was about to fly to Paris.And he caught that slight hesitation, and when he saw the lowered eyelids, he turned his head away, which made him even more embarrassed.Did not look at him, just looked forward:

"Is it possible?" He asked with an attitude that could not be refuted until he had taken twelve points of courage.

"Of course." There was a subtle smile in his language, but it wasn't a real smile, it was probably because of his nervousness that he had to use a smile to get away with it.Perhaps, more or less, he had touched something unusual, the same thing he dreaded.

One night after we reconciled, we once took the elevator to the top of a high-rise building.

There will always be raging winds at high places, and when his long hair is blown away, he stands not far away.Looking at the distant cityscape of Tokyo, where the light, darkness, bustling, and loneliness can be seen, he said that he was a little scared.

Always standing in a short place and facing things that are at the same level as yourself, it seems that the waves are calm, but in fact, every windy night is lonely like a wild cat.He had lost an important thing, and he knew where she was, but he didn't dare to startle her. He wanted to reach out and grab her, but he still had to withdraw his hand patiently.I am afraid that she will gradually forget herself, and that she will meet more and more beautiful things on the road as time goes on. Even if she is sad like a lily in the middle of the night, she will always be courted by nightingales.He was afraid that Lily would fall in love with Nightingale, and even more afraid that he would never see that lily again.

Therefore, there have been more and more cacti on his window sill in the past four years. When he reaches out to touch those hard or soft thorns, he always thinks of the lily, and wonders whether he can still see her.

But now, sitting in a wheelchair, even if the lily has lost a petal, there is still a soft light shining in her eyes.Looking at the familiar Tokyo, looking at him, this made him feel fulfilled, and also dispelled his doubts over the years.

He's not one to lack confidence, he's even popular with girls, but he's always been very clear about what he wants.This has an advantage and a disadvantage, he feels more lonely than usual when he can hold on to his dream all the time but can't get it.So in the past four years, he has always had this kind of lonely mentality. He clearly knows what he wants, even if he finally faces it seriously, he still has to face the loneliness when he can't get it.

——For a person dubbed a "genius" Guangbai, the helplessness of heart changes and destiny overlapping is the most depressing.

I never thought that Bu Er Zhou Zhu would have such thoughts in his four years. At that time, he was just sitting in a wheelchair, and the chair with wheels was placed in a square in the sky.Responding to a surprised and moved gaze, the man with the tall red Tokyo Tower as the background seemed even more lonely.That kind of expression has never been seen before, and the four years of suffering for him may not be less than one point.

And we live in mutual torture.

Now, his arm wrapped around his arm, hesitating on the way forward, and he remembered the conversation on the rooftop again.He was afraid that Lily would fall in love with Nightingale, and that he would accept other courtships within four years.This made the entanglement with Yukimura afraid to say a word, and it also made the readers fall into silence.

The idea of ​​turning back was born, and while the mysterious gift in the apartment made the heart beat faster, it also made the fear unbearable.Such contradictory psychology made Yu stop when his destination was close at hand.

He also had to stop, and was acting strangely, but raised his face under the dim streetlight.Eyes facing him, on the empty street, the early summer wind makes the leaves around him rustle.

"It's very contradictory, no two." Dafang said, "I don't know whether to go on or return to our home."

"..." He didn't speak, and looked at her with his usual smile.

"If I keep going, I'm afraid I'll be unhappy; but if I go home, I'm afraid I'll cheat."

But when he finished speaking, he laughed softly:

"I used to never seem to say such things to you." He suddenly replied, the wind blowing his chestnut hair, stirring the petals of late cherry blossoms in the air, fascinated. "The ones from the past will always put the contradictions at ease, and then find an excuse to return home."

"...Really?" It was his turn this time, and he blinked at him strangely.

"Yeah." He looked over, and then nodded with certainty. "This represents another step forward in the relationship between the representatives."

"..." She blushed unconsciously because of his words.

"At least I'm willing to share the pain together." His voice softened, and when he saw his light blue pupils covered with the light yellow of the street lamp, the uncertainty in his heart seemed to be gradually disintegrated.

So I squinted my eyes at him, maybe I trusted him in my heart, so I was willing to rely on him, and I entrusted half of my affairs to him.Just like the day we reunited, Chuji asked him "Is it heavy" in the light of the sky, just wanting him to take over part of the weight so that he doesn't have to be overwhelmed by one thing or another.

"Then Buer, no matter if you get angry or not, you have to go to that place with you." The voice became firmer, with a more willful attitude than before, but the young man in front of him was quite happy.The upward arc of the corner of his mouth deepened, and he held the hand and continued walking in the previous direction.

We stopped at an apartment building, briefly explained our situation to the security guard, and then walked in.Knowing the truth about this place during their conversation, the key in his hand still jingled, and his expression was still the same as before, but it was more silent than when he came.

The discomfort in my heart can be imagined. I can't force him to happily accept the indelible traces of Yukimura's life trajectory, but I still want him to know how to spend these four years of life and how to step by step. The road that gradually went away, but finally turned back and walked towards him.

Slowly climb the stairs, luckily his apartment is on the second floor.

I came here once, because of the portrait that he seemed to paint with a doomed tragedy.In the end, he didn't give the painting to him, and he never even saw the finished painting.

Panting and holding on to Fuji, at the end of the corridor, I saw the apartment that I had visited.When he took out the key and unscrewed the lock hole, the safety lock made a crisp "click" sound.The heartbeat began to speed up unconsciously, and it was the same when I could feel the uniqueness around me.We are all curious about his gift, but rather than with a hint of anticipation, I believe Budu is more