Beauty, I am your cousin

The problem kept her insulated from these for five years.

A man's unique warmth came from the palm of his hand, and the man leaned over and whispered: "It's okay, I'm here"

It's okay, I'm here.

My heart, which was beating wildly just now, calmed down so naturally, and it was so natural.

Although she heard so much from him yesterday, she was completely unfamiliar with her who couldn't remember anything, but now she really felt this kind of spiritual resonance.

Yukimura Sode, who had figured out something, felt like feathers were floating in his heart, which was light and fascinated her endlessly.

Maybe no matter how long time passes, the peace of mind he brings to her can't be erased.

Not to mention five years, but a moment at the fingertips.

Yukimura Sode suddenly laughed lowly, and she said, okay, let's go together.

Most of all, that smile with his head bowed made the man who was called a god-like man by the entire campus of Dongda University bewitched.

The girl in front of her eyes seemed to have figured out something, her eyes became extraordinarily bright, so so so, like thousands of stars twinkling in the night sky.

Yukimura Seiichi stretched out his hand and took her thin body into his arms, skin to skin, making it even more intimate.

"Ah, I really miss you"

me too.

The weather was not hot, and the comfortable temperature made Yukimura Sode almost groan.The not-too-high temperature wrapped around her fingertips made her extremely satisfied.

The art exhibition was a bit far from the place where Yukimura Sode lived, so the two chose to take the bus to go. They passed a wheat field on the way, and the wind swayed the green area.

An elderly French couple helped them onto the bus, and even smiled jokingly at them. Yukimura Seiichi bowed his head and whispered something in her ear, with a magnetic voice that was gentler than the breeze.

Yukimura Sode's white smiling face was flushed red.

"The couple just said that we are a good match." Yukimura Seichi said in French, but as a Japanese, he didn't feel jerky at all.

"How can there be..." She curled her lips in dissatisfaction, but couldn't hide her smile.

Yukimura Seiichi suddenly laughed out loud, but kept looking at her.

The blue sky is like the sea, reflecting this romantic picture, and there are flowers and insects in the air.

Finally arrived at the destination, Yukimura Sode, who hadn't traveled far for a long time, was exhausted, her legs were weak after sitting for a long time, and she collapsed on someone's body as soon as she got out of the car.

Yukimura Seiichi was willing to let her lean on her like this, and the ambiguous eyes around him made him feel happy.

Smiling, he clasped her waist with one hand, put it half in his arms, and walked forward.

The art exhibition was in a park in Paris. There were many visitors and some foreign photographers. Seiichi Yukimura held up his camera to record those beautiful works, and at the same time began to retell the content of those pictures to Sudoka Yukimura.Although he couldn't see it, Yukimura Sode didn't feel annoyed, instead he began to think about those pictures in his mind.

The closest to the two is a lighter-colored oil painting, on which a merman is crawling on the dry and cracked sand, while the sun is bursting above his head.

Listening to the description of the person next to him, Yukimura Sode suddenly felt astringent in his heart, "Why?"

"It's just an obsession." Seiichi Yukimura took her hand and walked straight past the painting.

"Would you rather die?" Yukimura Sode murmured.

There was a look in Yukimura Seiichi's eyes that she couldn't see or understand.

"It's as long as she thinks it's worth it," he said.

Yukimura shook his head with his sleeves and spread his hands to express that he couldn't understand.

Love to the depths, not controlled by people.

I think you'll always understand, Axiu.

The wind in this season is always very comfortable, and the sycamore trees not far away were rustling, and the two of them stopped and sat on the wooden chairs beside the occasion.

The broken hair by the ear was blown by the wind, like a man's warm palm, which made her obsessed.

Even though he was sitting, Yukimura Seiichi did not let go of his hand, the sudden relaxation made Ashu let out a breath of sweetness, and leaned lazily on his body.

Yukimura Seiichi's smile only increased, he put one arm around her shoulder, and flipped through the pictures with the camera in one hand.

It was so harmonious and romantic that people couldn't get in. An old man in casual clothes raised his camera and stopped.

This is the meeting between the two five years later, and they are not too bloody to escape, quietly enjoying this kind of peace, under the sun and the wind, under the holy sky of Paris.

Yukimura Seiichi suddenly looked up and saw an old man not far away, waving at him with the camera in his hand.

"Professor" has a brisk and clear tone.

Lian nodded with a smile. This student who always disappeared is here, but what makes him more interested is of course the girl in his arms.

Although she wears a big peaked cap, she can't hide her beautiful appearance, but it makes people feel familiar!

The two got up, and Seiichi Yukimura chatted with him casually. Rian was the head coach of this training. Although he always asked for leave for training, the paintings he brought back made Rian amazed, so Rian always It was to pamper him cheerfully. He really liked this handsome student.

But now he finally knew why.

Sensing the other party's obvious scrutiny, Yukimura Sode showed a polite smile.

Yukimura Seiichi was about to say something when he heard several calls not far away.

It was a few good-looking Japanese students. Yukimura Seichi told her that he came to France this time for training, and these should be his classmates from the same school.

Everyone also looked at the two people who were close to each other with horror on their faces.

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

If this was on the campus of Dongda University, it would be such a gossip and shocking news!

Everyone who smelled the gossip looked curiously and enviously at the person next to the Great God Yukimura. He was beautiful, with long hair that made him slender and slender. His red lips were fascinating, and his eyes were black, like ancient jade. Generally attracts people.

Although she is beautiful, she is lifeless, and what is that familiar feeling?

Yukimura Seiichi nodded extremely indifferently, with a heavy tone.

"My Girlfriend Axiu"

Sure enough, everyone let out a long breath, which should break so many hearts in Dongda.

I am very puzzled that he didn't say his last name, but after thinking about it, it seems that he doesn't know his last name either!

After living in my home for so long, I don't even know his last name, what a failed master.

Yukimura Sode thought so, but he didn't know how difficult it would be for the two of them to have this surname.

so what the hell

A group of people clamored for a dinner party, but after all, they were not from the tennis club. Such excitement would only make Yukimura Seiichi refuse with alienation.

The former teenagers, the former struggles, have long been scattered in all directions.

The persistence of fighting for hegemony in the past can only be buried in the memories of the past.

But, fortunately...she was always there.

Thinking of this, Yukimura Seiichi hugged the person in his arms tightly, as long as she was here, no matter what.

His eyes suddenly felt dry and astringent, as if something had blocked his eye sockets, and it was hot, making his nose sour.

Three weeks, two weeks, one week, 3 days, 2 days...

Another day, it turned out to be like this, I looked up clearly, and the sky was as pure as washing.

It turned out that there was only one day before he was leaving. No wonder he felt strange in his heart. Thinking about the time he spent in France made him so happy that he felt a little unreal. It was like Andersen's fairy tale. The process was very difficult and the ending It was unexpectedly beautiful, but what about the later story, did Andersen not want to write it, or couldn't bear to write it?

When the years pass by like this, can they still be full of love for each other as always?

Facing the aging face, it is a cheek that is no longer young and full of wrinkles.

The prince and the princess will live happily together, so what about me and Axiu, Seiichi Yukimura suddenly thought it was so funny and asked himself, she has been hiding it from her, she will always know, so what is he now?Is it cowardice or greed?

Sensing the uneasiness of the people next to her, Yukimura Sode suddenly clenched the warmth that wrapped her hand tightly.

She worked very hard and asked almost with all her strength: "Jingshi, is there something you didn't tell me?"

She wasn't sure, not only her own feelings, but also his.

She really couldn't see the tenderness from the bottom of her heart when Yukimura Seiichi held her hand, and she really couldn't see the affection when he kissed her.

She was afraid that what she always loved was the former her, not the current person who was afraid of the night and who was afraid of leaving her.

She can't sing anymore, can't hold his hand to watch fireworks together, or even a blind person who can't live without him.

Will he... still like her?

Yukimura Sode's body began to tremble uncontrollably, the silence of the person in front of her seemed to build an insurmountable wall for the two of them, and the wall was so high that she felt terrified.

Yukimura Seiichi's tone also became heavy, and then he said: "No"

No, it was such a neutral answer that made Yukimura's sleeve feel as if it had soaked into the ice-like cold.

She let go of his hand without any trace, as if she breathed a sigh of relief: "Go back."

The training of the East University of France ended today. Although the scenery of Paris is indeed fascinating, they are still more willing to go home than their homeland, not to mention that traveling outside is very tiring, even if they enjoy it a lot. The scenery and the body are too much.

The plane took off at exactly four o'clock in the afternoon.

At seven o'clock in the morning, Yukimura got up on time to drink milk and bask in the sun.

The gramophone in the living room began to play a blues song slowly, the gentleness and brilliance of the sun pouring down the floor, and the black and white grids on the floor were distinct.

Clara