Tetsuya, please love me again in this life

Looking at each other, Heizi's mind went blank, seeing Heizi standing blankly at the door, Akashi's heart fell to the bottom, "Tetsuya, does he remember the past life?" The despair gradually emerged in his heart.

"Teacher Kuroko, I'm Yu Yanase, Chiaki Yoshino's assistant." Finally, Akashi plucked up the courage, took out a business card with the words "Yanagi Yu" written on it, bent down to salute, and presented it with both hands.

"Ah, I'm sorry, I was distracted." Heizi came back to his senses, apologizing for his rudeness. "It's nothing." Akashi looked at Kuroko with a smile on his face, "So Tetsuya doesn't remember anything, that's good."

"Yanagi first, please come in." Kuroko stood sideways by the door, let in Akashi, looked at the back of Akashi standing at the entrance, Kuroko raised his wrist, looked at his watch anxiously, "Vulcan-kun, I don't know Can we still catch up?" Heizi murmured in his heart.

"Teacher Kuroko, are you in a hurry?" Turning around, Akashi keenly noticed Kuroko's little trick of secretly looking at his watch, and asked. "Ah, one thing, my friend from high school is going back to America today, and he originally planned to send him to the plane." Heizi replied honestly.

"America, my friend from high school, is it Kagami Taime?" Akashi speculated, with an indescribable pain in his heart.

"Oh, then I have to visit another day." With a thought in his mind, Akashi made a gesture to leave. "It's okay, work is important, I think he will understand." Heizi said hastily.

"Tetsuya, you still haven't changed on this point, always put etiquette first." Akashi snickered, with an expression on his face that the "conspiracy" had succeeded.

"Student Yanase, please sit down." Kuroko beckoned Akashi to sit down, walked to the cooking table, brewed a cup of herbal tea, and brought it in front of Akashi, "Sorry, I only have this kind of tea at home, and I can drink this kind of tea now." There are very few people who drink tea, I don’t know if Mr. Yanase likes it, but please forgive me if you don’t.” Heizi’s words were full of apology.

"No, I also like to drink this kind of tea." Akashi looked at the ups and downs of vanilla in the cup, feeling very happy, as if he had returned to the happy days in Luoshan Kingdom.Hearing Akashi's answer, Kuroko's affection for Akashi has increased a lot. Since he was a child, he likes to drink this kind of tea. In this era of overflowing with various beverages, people around him always make fun of him for being like a grandfather.

The two sat down facing each other, "Teacher Kuroko, let's start working." Akashi asked Kuroko, "Well, I don't know if I have any questions." Kuroko replied politely.

"Your first work was based on the life of a high school basketball player. It is said that you played basketball before. I don't know what kind of basketball concept you hold." Akashi stared at Kuroko closely, his heart beating violently.

"Well, I don't think a basketball that only pursues victory is called basketball, but a basketball that everyone feels the joy of victory together is real basketball." Kuroko gave Akashi a blow in the head with his blunt answer. "Tetsuya..." Akashi smiled bitterly in his heart: "You still haven't changed this, no wonder Seirin is so tenacious, are you still their spiritual pillar?"

"Student Yanase, is this question related to the adaptation of the work?" Heizi politely asked the question in his heart. "Ah, Yoshino-sensei said that if you want to draw a manga that is close to the original, the most important thing is to understand the author's thinking." Akashi hurriedly found a reason for his problem.

"Oh, so is there any question?" Heizi asked politely to dispel his doubts. "There are some more." Akashi carefully selected questions in his mind that could understand Kuroko without being obtrusive, and asked them one by one, and Kuroko answered them patiently, and Akashi recorded them one by one.

Touching Kuroko's temper, Akashi was excited, his hand to pack things trembled slightly, and the pen in his hand fell to the ground, Akashi bent down to pick it up, and at the same time, Kuroko also bent down to help Akashi pick up the pen.Heads close together, fingertips touching, the faint mint fragrance from Kuroko's body spread into Akashi's nose, and the body fragrance that he missed for 500 years made Akashi feel a desire to hold the boy in front of him tightly in his arms .

Pressing the desire in his heart, Akashi raised his wrist watch and stayed here for two hours. He stood up and said, "Teacher Heizi, let's stop here today. If you have any questions, I'll come and visit anytime."

"Well, welcome again." Heizi replied politely.

Suddenly, the blooming Xiyan flowers on the window sill broke into Akashi's sight, Akashi stopped, his heart trembled, and the image of Kuroko lying in the Xiyan flowers covered in blood came into his mind.

"Do you like this kind of flower too?" Kuroko asked Akashi when he noticed that Akashi had stopped. "Yes, I like it very much." Akashi nodded.

Heizi strode to the balcony, picked up one of the pots, and handed it to Akashi, "If you like it, this is for you." "Really?" Akashi looked at the flowers that Heizi handed over, with surprise in his eyes. "Well, I found this by myself in the suburbs, I hope you like it." Heizi spoke calmly, and his big light blue eyes fixedly stared at Akashi, full of sincerity.

Seeing Kuroko's serious expression, the desire that had been suppressed with great difficulty rose again, and Akashi hurriedly took the flower pot, "Then I will take my leave first." The two confronted each other, and Akashi was defeated.

"This person is so familiar, I seem to have seen him somewhere before." Looking at the back of Akashi leaving, Kuroko searched his memory hard, but he couldn't remember where he saw him.

Sit in the car, put the flower pot by his lap, take out his notes, and look at the records full of records on it, Akashi smiled: "I, Akashi Seijuro, have never made notes for hundreds of years, Tetsuya , you always give me a different experience."

Hayama Kotaro looked at Akashi from the rearview mirror, full of doubts in his heart, "The boss is in a good mood recently." After following the boss for ten years, he has never seen a boss with such a real smile.Glancing at Xiyan who was sitting upright on the leather seat, Kotaro asked, "Boss, do you want to send this potted flower to Senior Dai?"

"No, move this potted flower directly to the villa and hand it over to the servants. Let them take good care of it. If a leaf dies, all of them will be fired." Akashi was in a very beautiful mood, and gave instructions happily. "Ah!" Hayama Kotaro opened his mouth wide.

Back at the Luoshan headquarters, Mibuchi Lingyang had brought all of Heizi's works and piled them high on the workbench.Akashi picked up a copy, stroked the cover, his eyes were full of tenderness: "Tetsuya, in this life, I will definitely hold you in the palm of my hand, and I will never let you leave me again, absolutely."

After seeing off Akashi, Heizi took out his mobile phone and was about to call Vulcan. He glanced at the time displayed on the phone, "Has it been so long? Vulcan-kun should be on the plane." Putting down the phone, Heizi went back to the study , turned on the computer, but couldn't work with peace of mind. Although he had never met the person who came to visit today, Heizi always felt very familiar, as if he had had a very deep bond.

On the desk, manjusawa blooms quietly. Since the last time I saw this kind of flower by accident in a flower shop, Heizi would buy one and put it in a vase every two days. The eyes overlap with the coquettish flowers in front of them.

"It's really similar, whether it's the color or the feeling." Heizi muttered to himself.

The sun was setting, and the soft golden light shot from the window onto the desk. Heizi looked up at the dense trees outside the window, beat his sore shoulders, stood up, put on a hooded T-shirt, and called No. [-]. He bent over and picked up No. [-], put it in the hood, opened the door and walked towards the nearby M.

Sipping on the vanilla milkshake, Heizi walked slowly towards the apartment. "Heizi!" Ogihara's hearty voice came from behind.Turning around and seeing Ogihara running towards him, although Heizi's face was calm, there was doubt in his tone: "Ogiwara-kun, why are you here, didn't you just go back in the morning?"

"Hehehe." Ogihara scratched his short black hair awkwardly, "My parents called, and the hotel in my hometown needs to be renovated, and I have to go back to help. It may take half a year before I can go back to Tokyo, so I bought a lot of things for you Come here." Ogiwara raised the large and small shopping bags in his hands.

"Ogiwara-kun, I'm not a child anymore." Heizi's tone showed a hint of protest.

"If I leave you alone, you will live on boiled eggs and lunch boxes from convenience stores every day." Ogiwara frowned slightly, "Let's go, I'll make some lunch boxes for you and put them in the refrigerator when I go back." He stretched his arms around Heizi's shoulders , the two walked to Heizi's apartment together.

Entering the living room, Ogihara looked at the two cups of tea on the table, and asked, "Heizi, did you have any guests today?" "Well, I forgot to throw away this tea." Guilty, since I became a writer, I have been busy with work every day, but I am even busier than when I was playing basketball in Seirin, and my habit of always tidying things up has gradually disappeared.

"Is it that person?" Ogiwara frowned tightly, passing by Akashi during the day, Ogiwara always felt very familiar, and finally remembered the basketball game more than ten years ago when he got home, and the scoreboard display showed 111: The score of 11 will still come to mind after a few years, a dazzling red, and the captain of that team is named Akashi Seijuro, who is the person who passed by him in the daytime.

Although more than ten years have passed, the outline of the domineering and fierce young man has changed greatly, but he still remembers the red eyes very clearly.

"Does Heizi have anything to do with him?" Ogihara wanted to ask, but he didn't know how to ask. Because of that incident, he gave up his beloved basketball, transferred to his hometown in the countryside, and failed to keep the promise to play basketball together. The guilt in my heart made me dare not meet Heizi again until the university ran into him on campus.

"Hey, there is one missing pot of Xiyan flowers on the window sill." Ogiwara keenly noticed that one pot was missing from the row of Xiyan flowers on the windowsill. "Well, I gave it to the visitor who came to visit today, it seems that he likes this kind of tweed very much." Heizi replied indifferently.

"Do you like this kind of flower? It must not be Akashi Seijuro. How could such a domineering and powerful person like this wild flower that can be seen everywhere in the countryside." Reassuring, Ogiwara picked up the shopping bag on the ground and walked into the kitchen , busy at the cooking table.

The author has something to say:

Sorry for being late again today.

The article is set as a middle school period, and Kuroko did not enter Teiko, so he only heard about the 111:11 score. WC had a leg injury in a car accident before and went abroad for treatment, so he did not meet Akashi.

The manjusawa in the article is called "Bi'an Flower" in the first part. This is the same flower. Because this is a modern article, a more modern name is used.