Wang Wang's dream color

"An old thing from before...?"

The wind chime by the window rang softly, Sakura opened the heavy box in her hand, a stack of paper certificates mixed with a few medals were scattered in the box.

Sakura picked it up one by one to browse, the more she looked at it, the more shocked and puzzled she became...

Anesidora...who is...

Feeling hesitant in her heart, Sakura put down the certificate and looked at others.

A tarnished but well-polished tennis ball leaned against the corner of the box all by itself.

Sakura reached out to pick it up, and an unnoticeable delicate imprint was drawn on one side of the ball: a small cherry blossom fell on a horizontal racket.

Although it has been a long time, the imprint of the painting is still carefully preserved.

Holding the ball in his hand, Sakura's eyes softened unconsciously, this tennis ball is so familiar...it seems...seen in a dream...

"You, don't be like this. I will come to see you tomorrow."...

"I, her, aren't you afraid..."

"I'm not afraid!"

"You are still far away!"  …

The words that lingered in the darkness sounded in my ears more clearly, as if to evoke the memory of years.

Sakura Nao's thoughts were wandering, and from the corner of her eye, she saw a flash of light in the box, which was an extremely delicate crystal hairpin.

The moment she saw the hairpin, for some reason, Sakura's heart suddenly throbbed.

The pure crystal was carved into the shape of a cherry blossom, and it glowed with a clear and clean color under the light. Sakura's hands trembled unconsciously. The moment she picked it up, it seemed that her whole heart was stung by the cool touch. ...

Ink was spreading in his eyes, and some soft and gentle voices lingered in his ears.

"Yingying, I carved a hairpin for you, let's see if you like it."  …

"Yingying, don't be afraid, I'm fine."

"Sakura Sakura?"...

"Sakura Sakura..."

The gentle voice gradually faded away, Ying Nai's eyes gradually lost their focus, and her fingers shrank slightly, as if she wanted to grab something but failed.

There were piercing whistles and screams mixed with exploding thunder roaring in her mind, Sakura held her forehead, and the ink in her eyes rolled.

It seems that there are some complex emotions of regret, gloomy resentment, and roaring, struggling to climb out of the last layer of the cage that looks extremely fragile...

A huge sense of panic rose from the bottom of her heart, Sakura unconsciously stumbled and ran downstairs, staggered and ran out of the house before Ryuzaki could react, as if she was escaping from the emotions and memories that were about to burst out of the ground... the emerging It seems to be something she is extremely resistant to and extremely unwilling to face...

In summer, the temperature difference between day and night is huge, and a gust of wind blows from time to time in the streets and alleys. Sakura only wears a very thin shirt, and even though she doesn't feel the cold, she feels much more awake.

The panic and uneasiness in her heart seemed to be slowly disappearing, and the blackness in her eyes was surging and slowly fading away. Sakura adjusted her breathing, but the gentle smile on her face also seemed a little bleak.

She glanced inadvertently out of the corner of her eyes, but unexpectedly saw a familiar figure, stopped in her footsteps, put aside those complicated thoughts, her surprised eyes flickered, and followed.

Due to the previous hesitation and the distance, Sakura lost her target within a few steps, but seeing the inexplicably familiar scene around her, she thought about it, turned into the intricate alleyway, and faced the light of the street lamp , came to an abandoned street court.

If it was him, Sakurano thought with a smile, this must be his destination.

Looking around at the panting golfers sitting or lying down on the ground, Ami Hirota gritted his teeth and looked at the figure standing against the light in the empty half court on the other side, that hateful, uninvited guest who came to challenge!

Damn, why do you always encounter this kind of thing recently, drive away Pu Yuan's gang, and now a stronger one appears!

"What? You can't do it either?"

The boy on the opposite side slowly walked out of the backlight and came to the front of the net. His naughty smile met Yami's fierce stare, "I'm not excited yet!"

Although she really wanted to continue the fight, Ami, who was already seriously exhausted, could only retreat back to the wall weakly, trying to repel the tough provocateur with her fierce gaze.

Although he refused to accept it, he had to admit that he was still physically strong despite the continuous tug-of-war with more than a dozen people!

"Oh, it's really boring. Is Japan's street network so weak!"

The boy carrying the racket shook his head viciously, and finally prepared to leave after angering everyone on the ground.Ami turned her eyes away angrily, but her eyes suddenly focused on a silhouette that left a deep impression on her in the shadow of the roadside, it wasn't.

Without thinking too much, Yamei opened her mouth in surprise, and looked at the figure opposite, "Wait! Don't you want a strong opponent! There it is!"

"Eh? Is there another little girl here?"

Looking in the direction of Yamei's finger, the figure in the shadow is blurred, and it can only be roughly judged that it is a petite girl. The boy raised his eyebrows and had a wicked smile on his face, "You too Want to come and play?"

Sakura, who had been watching in the dark for a long time, was a little surprised at Ami's words. Although she knew she had been discovered, she still didn't move. She only looked at the boy's familiar smile, smiled softly, glanced at the people who fell to the ground, and said lightly, "I'm just passing by, and I don't know how to play." "Hey, I said, little girl. Is it because I'm afraid that I dare not fight?"

Ying Nao cast a slight glance at the provocative boy, raised his foot and walked towards the alley when he came, leaving behind a thin back and a slightly smiling voice, "I don't like opponents who use two swords, and you are used to My right hand is still injured, so there is no need to fight me with my left hand."

Strange, why did those terms that I don't know pop up unconsciously?

Two swords?Handed?

The wind blew past, and although she didn't feel the cold, she still had goosebumps on her arms. Sakura folded her arms and was frowning in thought when there was a sound of unhurried footsteps behind her.

"Hey! How do you know this?"

Sakura still smiled habitually on her face, and without stopping, she replied without thinking, "Your right elbow is slightly stiff, it should be intermittent dislocation caused by being swung by the racket or improper force. It is impossible to hold the racket inside. Most people are injured by their dominant hand, and your right hand also has calluses and habitual finger flexion formed by holding the racket all the year round.”

"But tonight you picked out more than a dozen people in a row with your non-dominant left hand, which shows that your left hand is often used, and your physical strength is very good. This is the special requirement for the two-sword style. Accurate judgment must have The tacit coordination of physical strength can be achieved."

"So, even after just watching for a while, I can be sure that you are not a likable opponent."

The boy listened to Sakura's methodical deduction, and the surprise in his eyes became deeper and deeper. There was only one person in his memory who said such an extremely accurate analysis...

Thinking of this, the ruffian smile on the boy's face froze and froze, it's possible.

"wait wait wait,"

Quickly running to the front of the slowly pacing figure, the boy looked at Sakura Nao with a gentle smile on his face, and the curvature of his lips could not hide his surprise, "Sakura-chan! It's really you!"

Looking up and down, looking left and right, the boy who stared at Sakura for a long time is still looking at his familiar outline, with surprise that cannot be concealed in his eyes, "Sakura-chan, you, what you said...do you remember it?"

"What do you think of? Those just now. I don't know, it seems that I said it naturally, as if it was out of my control..."

Ying Nao was also surprised by her long speech just now, looking at the stunned Long Ya, she suddenly remembered the shocking certificates and medals in the box, "By the way, do you know who Anesidora is?"

"Ah? Ah. I only know one person with that name, and you know it too."

Concentrating the disappointment in her eyes, Long Ya smiled narrowly, and shook her fingers mysteriously, "I won't tell you, you can think for yourself!" "Hey, Sakura-chan, aren't you in America?"

Turning her head, Long Ya could ignore Sakura Nao's pensive expression, and changed the topic, "Why did you run back to Japan?"

"I should be the one asking you this question."

Throwing away those messy troubles, the smile in Ying Nai's eyes deepened, looking at the boy who walked beside her, the smile was gentle and narrow, "Wandering around the world, Long Yajun."

"I've been in the United States for a long time, and I occasionally go back to Japan to have a look."

Glancing at Longya with a look of color on his face, Ying Nao smiled and stroked his drooping long hair, "I think you can't get along in America." "Ha! Sakura-chan, this joke is really funny. "

Long Ya raised her eyebrows, and still smiled heartlessly, "What about you, are you back to live in Japan?"

"Ah."

Ying Nao held back her expression slightly, and there was a difference in her smile, "The doctor said that maybe a change of environment would be good for my condition."

The atmosphere was a little stagnant for a moment, Long Ya looked at the silent Ying Nao, her smile sank slightly, she stretched out her hand to rub the top of her soft hair, her eyes were deep.

"Why don't you go in and sit around? Besides the photos, grandma hasn't really known you yet."

Being sent to the door of the residence by Long Ya, Ying Nai turned her head and looked at the figure who had turned around and was about to leave, "It's like this every time, without saying anything, I just leave on my own."

"Next time."

Beckoning back, Longya didn't look back, the back figure that walked into the projection of one street lamp after another showed a little bit of unrestrained and unrestrained shallow loneliness.

That is, the back of the wanderer, who has no belonging and nowhere to go.Sakura stood for a long time, looking at the figure that was fading away.

She knew that that unruly figure, that unruly person, also had the same magnificent dream, perhaps, everyone's understanding is different, and the way of fulfilling it is also different, but in the end, after all, different routes lead to the same goal.

This is a very tacit agreement.

No one asked, no one said anything, just waiting for the result, engraved in each of them's criss-crossed lives, the beauty of dreams.

The dim light coated Sakura with a light layer of warm color, as if it could seep into her torso, revealing a proud soul with great ambitions, firmness, perseverance, pursuit of dreams.

And in a place far away from this land, a deep gaze is also watching here, and there is a place where someone breathes.

The solid-color card exuding a crystal-like luster fluttered between his delicate fingers, reflecting a soft but eye-catching brilliance. He sat quietly on the chair, and the deep and charming color flashed across his lowered eyes.

"Master, the 'Princess' has arrived and is ready to leave at any time."

It took a long time to ask for instructions respectfully, and finally he moved on the chair. His slightly raised eyes glanced at the old man who was still bowing rigorously, and an inaudible voice sounded in the night, low and elegant, "Well, let's go .”

Under the same sky, many different stories can happen at the same moment.

But no matter how many encounters, how many memories, or how many ways to push back the past.

In fact, all the guidance from different beginnings firmly point to the same script that is developing sequentially, about dreams and pursuits.The ending of the script is interpreted by everyone, with different entanglements and different explorations.

The only thing that remains constant and unchanged is them, the faint scorching light and shadow of their perseverance.

The author has something to say: Long Ya came out...for a second the idiot face...

I would say, compared to Longma, do I prefer a mature Longya~~ Sure enough, I am an uncle?