[Comprehensive] Natsume Reiko's trip

"Cough!" The old man couldn't help coughing because of the momentary excitement, his chest heaved violently, and he looked out of breath.

Reiko frantically patted the old man's chest with unexpectedly gentle force: "Hey, are you okay? My memory has never been very good, so don't get excited."

The old man took a few breaths and gradually calmed down: "This is in a dream. I thought I would be like you in the dream. When I was young, I didn't expect that I was still so old."

He paused for a moment, as if he was renewing his strength to speak: "My name is Kimura Yuki, a classmate of yours in high school."

Reiko was very dazed, frowning slightly, as if she was trying to think about whether she had seen this person before.

Kimura sighed, a little bit bitterly: "It's the most accurate one among the boys who threw stones at you."

Reiko immediately got the impression: "So it's you, you made me suffer a lot back then."

Kimura smiled bitterly: "You really remember me because of this."

Reiko didn't know how to answer the conversation, so she fell silent.

To be honest, she never hated the group of teenagers who threw stones at her.The stone thrown by the boy smashed Reiko's face, and the fist that Reiko swung never let the boy take advantage of it, and we owed nothing to anyone.

"You said you were sorry for me, didn't you just mean this? If so, then it's fine, I almost forgot about it." Reiko waved her hand at last, and said generously.

"You are still like this, Reiko." Kimura looked out the window at the almost completely dark sky, thinking of the 17-year-old sky, "In your eyes, I have never existed... No, it should be said that no one in the class You never cared about a person."

Reiko couldn't refute. She had no memory of how many students were in the class and what their names were.

In that classroom, behind the desks, it seemed that the students were not living students, but black and white wax figures without faces.

Her eyes are always looking at the unknown distance, and the monsters that will suddenly appear at an unknown time.

"Reiko, you are my first love, the kind of love at first sight, from the first time I saw you, I fell in love with you." Kimura's voice was low and calm, it was an old man recalling his youthful innocence .

Suddenly there was a sound of "pingling bang bang" at the door of the ward, followed by the nurse's stern reprimand and Yuko's apology.

The eavesdroppers outside the door were driven away again, but Kimura didn't seem to hear anything, he was already immersed in his own world.

"Young man, you are always so impulsive and reckless. On the one hand, I am afraid that if I approach you directly, I will be isolated by the people around me. On the other hand, I feel a little annoyed at your neglect, so I came up with such a naive way to attract your attention. But I didn't expect that there would be more and more people bullying you later; and I became the leader of those teenagers..."

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The 17-year-old sky is clear and clear, but full of youthful throbbing.

Kimura Yuki is the ace pitcher of the baseball team. He is cheerful and handsome, and is extremely popular among girls in school.

"Yuki!" The companion hooked his shoulders, and said mysteriously, "Have you heard? There will be a transfer student from your class today, and it is said that she is a big beauty!"

After finishing his morning exercise, Yuki walked to the faucet, wet a towel, and washed his face: "So what?"

"Aren't you tempted? That's right, you can receive so many love letters every day. Ahhh, so jealous, why don't girls like me?"

Yuki smiled helplessly, letting his companion vent.

Although he has always been popular with girls, his attitude towards love is cautious.It's a lifetime thing to like someone, so he didn't accept any girl's confession, he didn't want to be sorry to others, and he didn't want to be sorry to himself.

With the ringing of the bell, the day's teaching begins.

The teacher led a girl with long brown hair into the room.

The girl was carrying a schoolbag in one hand, and her beautiful appearance looked wild, but her indifferent eyes showed that she was not easy to get along with.

"My name is Natsume Reiko." She threw away the chalk with her name written on it, and introduced it very simply.

Because of Reiko's behavior, there was a small piece of noise in the class, some were amazed and some were dissatisfied.

"Then Reiko, can you sit at the back by the window?" The teacher gently arranged the seat.

Reiko nodded and sat down quietly.

The turmoil of the transfer students passed quickly, and the classroom was quiet again.

Yahara is a small place, and the schools here rarely have transfer students coming.So whether Reiko is liked or hated by others, everyone is very curious about her.

Murakami is no exception.

Like many classmates in the class, he would peek at Reiko from time to time, but when he looked at Reiko, he couldn't help being startled—Reiko was looking at him too!

Kimura smiled stiffly, but Reiko frowned.

Was he laughing too silly just now?

After finally getting out of class, Kimura took the initiative to walk up to Reiko, wanting to say hello.

But before he could speak, he heard Reiko's indifferent voice: "Get out of here, don't let me see you again!"

Kimura looked around stupidly, and then he was sure that Reiko was talking to him.

"I don't want to say it again, get out of here!" Reiko's voice came again.

The wind suddenly blew open the window, and Kimura felt a coolness drifting over his neck. For some reason, the muscles in his neck relaxed all of a sudden.

"Why are you like this! Kimura greeted you kindly, what kind of attitude is this!" A girl next to her couldn't stand it any longer, and immediately walked up to Reiko.

Reiko's body froze immediately, she turned her head and said, "It's up to you."

Then she returned to her seat, dragged her head and looked out the window, and never looked at anyone in the classroom again.

"Kimura, don't pay attention to this kind of person."

"That's right, not polite at all."

"Kimura, don't be angry, we like you!"

While comforting him, the people in the class began to sneer at Reiko, but Reiko ignored them, as if they lived in a different world from them.

Kimura suddenly had a strange thought, was Reiko really looking at him just now?

As time went on, the rumors about Reiko intensified.

Someone saw Reiko talking to the air by the tree, and dancing with her arms and legs from time to time.

Some people say that Reiko is a lunatic, she will walk up to someone inexplicably and say some very scary things.

Crazy, violent woman, liar, lunatic...

All kinds of bad words were posted on Reiko, but she never justified and didn't care.

It's like... getting used to it.

However, Kimura's gaze is always involuntarily attracted to Reiko, and sometimes he even envies the tree that Reiko is staring at. Why does Reiko never look at him more?

"Kimura, you don't like Reiko, do you? I advise you to stay away from her, or you will become as crazy as her. You don't want to be isolated, do you?"

Kimura shuddered, and quickly retorted: "How could I? I hate her before it's too late!"

"Ha, that's good! As a friend, I can't see you go astray, where there is no grass in the world!"

That is to say, but if emotions can be controlled, they are no longer pure emotions.

The more Reiko ignored him, the more he wanted to get Reiko's attention.

This is probably the immature first love of an adolescent boy, deliberately mocking and bullying the girl he likes, and expressing his emotions clumsily and carefully.

Although Kimura is no longer at the most middle school age, he is extremely naive when dealing with feelings.

"boom"!

A rock rubbed Reiko's cheek and fell to the ground. Kimura is a well-known pitcher. He wanted to throw the stone a few centimeters away from Reiko, but he ignored the difference between a rock and a baseball.

Reiko touched her bruised cheek, and looked at Kimura for the first time: "Do you want to be beaten?"

Kimura felt his heart beating violently, a little guilty and a little nervous, and he didn't know what to say at all.

The classmates who passed by saw this scene, and flocked to Kimura's side: "What do you want to do to Kimura?"

Reiko picked up the stone and shook it in her hand: "What do you think I'm going to do?"

"Kimura, don't be afraid, we're here to help you!" Before Kimura could explain, the partners threw stones over.

Reiko was a little embarrassed at first, but soon got used to the stones, and launched a fierce counterattack, and a stone war started.

The final result, of course, is a lose-lose situation for both sides.

"What are you doing!" This "war" finally alarmed the teacher on duty, and the friends dispersed in a crowd, and together they made the determination to take revenge next time.

"Murakami, you are the best pitcher, next time you must give that violent girl a little bit!" Said the baseball teammate.

If you let your companions know that the reason for the incident is just because you want to attract Reiko's attention, what will your companions think, and will they look down on him because of this?

Murakami, who was admired by the stars since he was a child, couldn't accept the ending of being rejected by everyone, so he could only nod against his will and throw stones at Reiko against his will.

At first Murakami felt guilty, but then he slowly discovered that as long as he hit Reiko, Reiko's eyes would fall on him.

The feeling of being watched by Reiko was heart-pounding, so he became at ease.

"Later, until Asakawa Shin stood in front of you, and you and Asakawa got closer, I didn't know how naive I was."

"If you like someone, you should care about her and love her instead of hurting her. I left Yayuan after graduating from high school and never came back, but the longer the time, the stronger the guilt. Especially Every day when I was lying on the hospital bed, I was thinking, will you leave a permanent psychological shadow because of those things?"

"I'm sorry, Reiko, although I don't expect your forgiveness, but I want to tell you my feelings no matter what—even in a dream."

"I forgive you." Reiko looked at the surprised Murakami and repeated, "I forgive you, so you don't have to feel guilty, I am very happy now."

Murakami looked at Reiko's face that seemed to be shining, and the expression on his face gradually relaxed: "Thank you, Reiko. Has Asakawa treated you well all these years?"

Asakawa?Asakawa letter?

Reiko felt that she seemed to have some impression of this name. She searched her memory hard, and gradually pieced together in her mind a black-haired boy holding a steamed bun under a tree.

Asakawa is one of the few people who has goodwill towards Reiko, but she has no special relationship with Asakawa, right?

"In fact, everyone is very surprised. When you are about to graduate in a few months, you will come together with Asakawa. This is probably fate." Too much energy, fell asleep on the bed.

Reiko frowned, walked out of the ward lightly, and saw everyone waiting in the corridor at a glance.

She nodded to Yuko, indicating that the matter was settled, and then said to Natsume, "Can I check the account of friends?"

"Of course!" Natsume took out the friend account from her schoolbag and put it in Reiko's hand.

Reiko suddenly turned to the last page, and saw a blank sheet of paper.

Natsume said nervously, "This page was blank when I got it. Is there any problem?"

"No, no. I'll leave this friend account to you. Help me return the name properly. I don't want to do such troublesome things." Reiko stuffed the friend account into Natsume's arms again.

If the name on the friend account is not returned, it will disappear only when the monster itself dies.

And the name on the last page, Reiko remembered, was written——Thousands of Faces.