Genius look

Tokyo Narita Airport is like every most ordinary day, with a continuous flow of people and shadows.

When the young girl came out, she still saw a couple waiting at the pick-up area. The man with chestnut hair and white face was still as beautiful as a crown jade, with a bright smile, only a little more years of precipitation, the woman held his arm, and his temperament Ru Lan, cool and elegant, when she saw the two people walking out together, her dark eyes lit up, her eyes were calm and clear.

The girl quickly threw the backpack on her body to the person next to her, and ran all the way into the woman's arms, "Mom, we're back~"

The woman hugged her back, with a gentle tone, "Welcome back, Xingzi."

The man next to him frowned slightly, with a pitiful look on his face, "Really, Xingzi only thinks about his mother."

Xingzi nestled in the woman's arms, tilted his head and smiled at him and said, "Yes~ I guess my father will not miss me if his mother is here, but my mother will definitely."

The man deepened his smile, and raised his hand to touch the girl's already long hair, "Be careful that you won't have food for a while."

"Uncle Bu Er, Aunt Xiao Ya, long time no see." A cold voice politely intervened in the room between the three of them.

When Tezuka Guoan approached with a large and small bag, Fuji took half of it with a smile, "You have worked hard to take care of Xingzi these years."

Bu Er said it sincerely, the young man was a little embarrassed, and replied in a low voice, "It's nothing, it should be."

When the four of them walked out, the young man's movements of looking around from time to time caught Xiaoya's attention. She explained with a smile, "Tezuka-kun and Yui should still be in Switzerland right now. It's the old rules tonight. Let's stay at our house."

The expression on his face didn't change, but his eyes darkened a lot, "Then I'll trouble you."

"It's nothing, we watched you grow up, you can be regarded as Xingzi's half brother.", Fuji smiled deeply, but the boy and girl looked at each other tacitly, and then quickly moved away guiltily. .

Xingzi was in a hurry, she didn't believe that her father's exquisite mind couldn't see the relationship between her and him these years, "Dad..."

Xiaoya shook her daughter's hand, "Let's talk about it when we go home."

The distance from Tokyo to Kanagawa is not too far for the few people who drive, but compared with the atmosphere of two people going home in the past, it seems a bit deserted. Only the mother and daughter talked intermittently during the 40-minute drive, and the two men talked one by one. Concentrating on driving the car, the other concentrates on counting the electric poles speeding past the car window.

"How long does Xiao An plan to stay this time?"

The teenager turned his attention back from the telephone pole, "Nine months."

Xiaoya was surprised that he took such a long vacation as a professional tennis player, "So long? Don't you plan to participate in competitions this season?"

He pursed his lips, "Ah, there are more important things to do as soon as possible than the competition."

He glanced at the girl next to him, and at some point he was leaning on the backrest and fell asleep, her long chestnut hair was scattered on her shoulders, and her expression was very gentle.

"That's right, you, Tezuka-kun and Yui have rarely had the chance to meet each other these years, they will definitely be very happy..."

"I came back this time with the intention of marrying Xingzi."

The whole car suddenly paused, and the impact of inertia caused everyone to lean over. The boy quickly protected the girl beside him. Xiaoya sat in the co-pilot and subconsciously glanced sideways. He opened his eyes wide, but immediately returned to his usual smile, and his tone was still gentle, "I'm sorry, I slipped my hand for a while."

The car moved smoothly again, and this time, no one spoke.

Arranging things at home, everything is orderly and natural. Tezuka Guoan has lived in Fuji's house for many years, and he seems to be more familiar with Kanagawa than Tokyo.

The setting sun outside the window indicates that night is coming. Uncle Fuji is busy in the kitchen. The handsome man puts on a warm coat in the name of love. Aunt Xiaoya and Xingzi will be by that man's side, talking and laughing to help I am so busy.

He has been like this for countless days in the past, looking at everything that happened here, with joy and longing.

feel like home.

His family always gathers less and leaves more. When there was a mother, there was no father. Finally, when the father came back, the mother disappeared with him.

It's not that he didn't complain, and he also doubted his parents' feelings for him, until he and his father chose the same path, and those confusions and difficulties were put in the past.

Professional athletes are themselves duckweeds, the more they yearn for heights, the more erratic they become.

Comfort, freedom, family, and true love all became multiple-choice questions in the end, fighting against dreams.

He is 25 years old this year, and has won many awards, big and small. Everyone says that he is a tennis prodigy who is more difficult to meet than his father, but he cannot escape the cycle of one game after another. The sense of emptiness cannot be filled by a trophy except for the repeated challenges.

But she can.

Xingzi saw him sitting on the floor alone looking out the window, secretly took a piece of sushi that Dad just made and stuffed it into his mouth, "What are you thinking about?"

"Dad said that a relationship that doesn't take marriage as a prerequisite is playing hooligans." The tone was frank and natural, "So, I just said in the car that I want to marry you."

Xingzi was almost choked to tears, "But... and then? What did Dad say?"

He rested his chin, "Then there is no after."

"...", Xingzi rolled his eyes, "Are you an idiot?! You need to find a good time for this kind of talk!"

Therefore, when Fujiko, who found the right time, spoke firmly, Tezuka Guoan had the illusion that "it turns out that there are times when the IQ goes offline even when the belly is dark".

"Dad, we are getting married soon."

Mr. Fuji, who accidentally braked too hard, experienced the stimulation of his job being broken and safe in one day. He smiled and said, "Have you figured it out?"

The girl was very serious, "Yes."

Bu Er lowered his head so that people could not see his expression clearly. After a moment of silence, he suddenly put down everything he was busy with and said to the boy, "Take your racket and follow me."

But after a while, the few people who were still at the dinner table changed to the street tennis court.

The man next to him put on sportswear again after many years, holding the light blue racket that has not been used for a long time but is still well preserved, Xiaoya's emotions became complicated, and the nostalgia was mixed with helplessness , she straightened his neckline for him, "Isn't it a matter of time before you get angry with the child? At your age, how can you compare yourself to the world champion? Really, it's not worrying."

Bu Er smiled and hugged her, "Then you take good care of me and win our daughter back."

The tone in her ear was as calm as ever, but the moment she let go and turned around, she didn't miss his sharp blue eyes like when she was a teenager.

My heart suddenly lifted.

He was serious and genuinely wanted to win him and her daughter back.

She watched him enter the court alone, "Come on, if you want to marry my daughter, you must win me first."

Tezuka Guoan stood opposite Fuji. He was very determined at first, it was just a game, he would definitely win, but when he saw the slightly aged hands, he hesitated again.

It is inevitable that victory will be invincible.

There was something in the blue eyes of the man opposite him that he couldn't understand. He had never seen such seriousness and sternness before, "Uncle No. [-], otherwise..."

"I'll fight you."

A steady and powerful voice, like a human being, came across mountains and rivers, firmly supporting his footsteps as he wanted to retreat.

When the boy saw the man who was very similar to him, he felt for a moment that he was dreaming, "Dad?"

"Ah." After receiving the text message from Suzumiya, Tezuka Kunimitsu took the fastest flight back, and he repeated what he just said, "Fuji, I'll fight with you."

He also said, "If you want to win your daughter back, I also want to help my son win a home. This is only fair."

"Hey, that's only fair." A purple-gray figure appeared beside Xiaoya, "Long time no see, Xiaoya, I hope my silly son didn't scare you."

She smiled, "Yui, long time no see."

The so-called parents, regardless of the method, are willing to care about everything for their children.

It's like, no father is willing to entrust his daughter to another man easily.

It also seems that no father is willing to let his son single-handedly go through every fork in the road.

He and he stood at both ends of the same arena again, as two fathers, in the original way, calculating for his son and daughter, gains and losses, losses and wins.

This game was not too long, but it was surprisingly exciting, as if crossing the river of time, tracing back to the school ranking game that was full of years.

At the age of 14, he and him, with the stars and the sea in their eyes, the spirit of youth, chasing dreams and youth, played the first game that forced him to take it seriously.

At the age of 54, he and him have seen all kinds of life, tasted bitterness and bitterness, joy and sorrow, and then played the last serious game.

Spanning 40 years, when his tricks flashed before Tezuka's eyes again, they still had magical splendor and splendor.

On a quiet moonlit night, the wind blew past, gathered the chirping of insects, and scattered the galaxy.

Flying swallows return to their nests.

The brown bear was caught.

Beluga.

Mayflies hang over.

Guardian of a million giants.

sparks.

He thought, in his life, he has only really taken the game seriously three times.

I became a friend at the age of 14, a lover at the age of 17, and a son at the age of 54.

Friendship, love, family, lifelong.

It's just common.

He finished the last ball with a smile, relief was written in his icy blue eyes, but there was more solemnity in the calm and breezy.

"Since you have won my daughter, please."

The night before Xingzi got married, the weather was fine and the sky was full of stars.

Like the Milky Way in her eyes, shining brightly.

Xiaoya tidied up the things she needed for her. She planned to rest early to prepare for the tiring tomorrow, but Xingzi kept pestering her and asked her to sleep with her, so she had to get up and say hello to Fuji.

It was late at night, and Xingzi was nestled in her arms, sleeping soundly like the child from a long, long time ago. In the dimness, she heard the door behind her being gently opened, and soon, the familiar and warm embrace enveloped her. on her back.

The man's arm crossed her waist, and his big hand brushed Xingzi's back, patting gently, as if coaxing a crying child, in a protective gesture.

The tip of her nose suddenly became sour, and she couldn't help but whispered to the person behind her, "Zhou Zhu, why haven't you slept yet?"

There was no answer for a long time after that, she thought he was asleep, and wanted to get up and cover him with a quilt, but she lowered her gentle voice hoarsely, "I'll be leaving in a while."

She noticed his strangeness, but didn't make a sound.

He said, "Let me stay with her a little longer."

Very light, very light, with the appearance of tears.

Some people say that the so-called parents are those who keep looking at their backs with both joy and sadness, and who want to hug back but dare not say anything.

Xiaoya still remembers the joy and tenderness he felt when he hugged Xingzi for the first time, even surpassing him and her.

He had prayed to God, hoping that his daughter would be like his wife, so that he could love him with all his strength.

As a result, her eyes are as bright as stars, bounded by the Milky Way.

He said, her name is Fujioko.

He agreed with her to build a castle together in the future.

There are courtyards, squirrels, walnuts, and grapes hiding in wooden barrels, brewing the fragrance of time.

He was the knight beside her pillow, chasing away the dragon in her dream.

Also be her magician, hold up the camera for her, freeze the time and the scenery along the way.

But in the end, he still wants to be her crutch and reliance in the sea of ​​stars and flowers, and deliver her to another person in the pure white auditorium.

The man was wearing a neat white suit, exactly like his friend, serious and earnest, infatuated and dedicated.

He thought he should be happy and relieved.

But he still shook her hand vigorously and said the last sentence.

"Xingzi, don't forget Dad."

Remember the me who grew up with you.

Also must, be happy.

Fuji Shusuke will cry.

No matter 14 years old.

Still 54 years old.

After the wedding, Xiaoya walked with him on the road, and the spring breeze was blowing past groups of immature children.

Unknowingly, I returned to the familiar place, and the big characters at the school gate were shining golden under the warm sun.

Youth Academy.

Green short skirts, black uniforms, white shirts, cherry blossoms fall, and bicycles are far away.

He and she went up to the roof of the teacher's building.

The roof was facing the tennis court where people gathered in the distance, and the blue and white sportswear and bright yellow balls still shone movingly in the spring breeze.

Those young faces are so unfamiliar, yet so familiar.

I don't know if they are the same as they used to be, on that young hot land, they have sprinkled blood and sweat mixed with tears and laughter.

He held her hand tightly and smiled calmly.

There must have been.

The beauty of life lies in its continuation.

Young people will eventually grow old, but there are always people who are young.

that story.

It never ends.

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The author has something to say:

I cried and typed out the final word very hopelessly.

Asha's first post.

The writing style is very naive and the plot is very simple, but I still like it very much, and I like the indomitable mood when writing this article.

It's like, knowing that the years have passed and the years are gone, and the stickers and book covers of these teenagers have long since disappeared, but they still play their own tennis deep in their memories.

My innocence, heartbeat and passion are hidden in their youth.

But they live forever, but I want to grow up.

So I hope that before I get old, I can catch the last whim and write an article.

Commemorate youth and you.