Wang Wang's dream color

The night is bustling, and you can see the scenery from a high place.

The huge floor-to-ceiling windows, the lights outside the windows are brilliant, and the room inside is silent.

Wearing a bathrobe, Chu Yin folded his arms and looked at the gorgeous night view of the city. His eyes were clear, and it seemed that under the illumination of the lights, there was some unspeakable loneliness and complexity.

"Meow~"

A thin cry came from his feet, he squatted down, and picked up the black cock that was spinning around his legs.The pure black coat color is unremarkable in the dark room, only a pair of dark green eyes faintly glow.

"resembles."

Looking intently at the cat's emerald-like deep eyes, he murmured in a low voice, they really looked like that person's eyes.

"Meow~"

Thinking too seriously, the vocalist subconsciously increased his strength, and the cat jumped out of her arms with a loud cry.

Seeing the figure of the cat running away in a hurry, the light in Chuyin's eyes dimmed, but no matter how similar it was, it was just like it.No matter what, she couldn't find the same eyes as that person, and couldn't find the look of contempt that made her irresistible and unable to extricate herself.

In that person's eyes, she will never be there, only another person, another person she can no longer like, but no matter what, she can't get jealous.

Limply leaning against the window, she slid down, closed her eyes tiredly, and sketched a beautiful silhouette in her mind, a beautiful woman who frowns or smiles, every anger and joy is too beautiful to be blasphemed. , She will always strive to pursue, but will never be able to reach, proud back.

Why, it's you.Why, it happens to be you.

Can't help but grab the skirt of the chest, curled up, let the tears drip from the corners of the eyes, wet the sleeves little by little, disturbed, and the room was silent.

Even on weekends, the city is still bustling and busy, reflecting the dazzling light under the warm sun at noon.

In front of the quiet white building, the sunlight gathered on the girl's slim body, embellished with brilliance, which aroused the eyes of passers-by.

The voice brushed the long hair of the shawl, fixedly looked at the three words "inpatient department" flashing under the light for a long time, and then walked in holding the flowers and raising his legs, with a naturally noble and elegant, proud smile on his face .

"Knock knock."

"Please come in."

With a clear and soft voice, the corners of his lips raised when the sound came out, and he pushed open the door.

The young man was leaning on the hospital bed, holding a drawing book in his hand, the slanting sunlight shone on his body, which made the young man's eyes clear and the corners of his lips tender.

The green forehead band between the foreheads refracted dazzling light, and for a moment almost dazzled the eyes of those who came.

"You are,"

Yukimura stopped his light strokes, turned his eyes sideways, and even asked doubtfully with gentleness.

"Zoujiang made a sound."

Opened his mouth lightly, Chuyin stepped forward and inserted the flowers into the vase on the cabinet next to the hospital bed. The dark and charming black dazzled his eyes, showing an elegant and noble color under the light, "Sanada-kun should have mentioned it to you, I will come visitation."

"Oh yes."

Yukimura looked away from the flowers, with some surprise and a little smile in his eyes.

"Do you usually bring roses when you visit patients?" It was still black.

"I like roses. Can't I?"

Shrugging her shoulders, she slid her fingers across the black petals and touched her lower lip, revealing a color that surpassed that of the flower season.

"Of course, it's beautiful, thank you."

Yukimura smiled softly and nodded slightly, "Genichiro did mention that the Acting Minister this time is a very powerful little girl."

The original intention was to praise, but fortunately Murura had just finished speaking, the voice on the bedside had already leaned down, his exquisite face was approaching, and the loose ends of his hair even brushed his cheeks.

"Mysir."

"Please call me by my first name. It's very rude to call a lady a little girl, isn't it?"

The pupils of the voice are very dark, and the low voice reveals a noble arrogance. Yukimura looks at the quiet face very close to his eyes, feels the warm and fragrant breath of the other party, and finds it a bit weird but very interesting , couldn't help being stunned for a few seconds before smiling hoarsely and nodding.

"Yes, I apologize for my rudeness, please forgive me, Miss Zuojiang."

Tilting his head slightly, after hearing Yukimura's half-resigned and half-joking answer, he blinked expressionlessly, and then approached the handsome face in front of him a little bit, Yukimura even felt that the girl's long eyelashes had swept across He touched his cheek, and leaned back feeling a little inappropriate, avoiding it.

"It's okay."

The corners of the voice's eyes were raised slightly, and Yukimura, who was slightly avoiding him, was almost close to the cheek. The warm breath from the parted lips sprayed the boy's ear with a faint rose fragrance, and the visible blush dyed his jade cheeks, "I forgive you."

The temperature on her cheeks was slightly cool, and the girl's pronunciation was strange, but with a special rhyme.

When Yukimura was stunned by this unusual contact, a cool breath suddenly fell from the corner of his lips. He raised his eyes in surprise, and met the glare in his eyes. Her long eyelashes were like wings under the sunlight, Alluring.

By the time Yukimura came back to his senses, Deyin had stood up straight again, and was looking out of the window, his slightly trembling eyelashes were elegant, but with a familiar yet unfamiliar loneliness.

Fingertips brushed the corners of his lips that were still stained with a slight cool breath, Yukimura smiled lightly, only heard Genichiro say how decisive and powerful she was, clean and resolute, now that I really saw her, I just felt even more curious about how different she was, You, Zoujiang made a sound.

"How did Miss Zuo Jiang think of coming here?"

Yukimura's thought was only for a moment, as if what happened just now was just a fantasy, his face was light and his words were gentle.

"curious."

He also seemed to have regained his senses when he made the sound, and a bright smile appeared in his eyes, like a beautiful flower.

"Because of curiosity. Although you have been absent, you seem to exist inseparably in Li Haida. I think you must be a great person to be talked about by them all the time. So, I came here, Come to see you, Minister Yukimura."

"Is that so, everyone?"

Smiling lightly, Yukimura turned his gaze out of the window, with darkness emerging in his eyes, he spoke after a while, but his voice was a little lower, "Indivisible, maybe. Everyone in Lihai University has the same indivisible dream. "

"The king, the king Li Haida, our glory, they are going to protect, together with this part that I can't do, to protect the glory of the king, Li Haida's dream."

He fixedly looked at Yukimura's side face, his thoughts drifted away, and a faint sense of sadness suddenly appeared in his heart, and he didn't know who the sadness was for.

Everyone here seems to have extremely strong beliefs and pursuits, that person is like this, the members of Li Haida who were defeated by her are like this, and Yukimura in front of him seems to be like this...

What kind of obsession makes them so determined, and the persistence in their eyes is endless.

Chuyin shook her head, maybe she understood, but she must not be very clear, but she had a vague premonition that this trip to Japan would give her the answer to this obsessive quality.

The sun has gradually turned to the west, and the light is no longer so strong, only the clouds in the sky are as bright as flowing fire.

In the empty court, messy balls were scattered all over the ground. There was only one figure, who had been swinging and practicing non-stop from morning to evening.

After coming out of the hospital, Chuyin wandered around the unfamiliar streets all afternoon, and in the evening, she unknowingly came to Qingxue again, where the person she was chasing was.

The emptiness of the campus was expected by her, but the silly person in front of the stadium was not in her imagination.

Chuyin stood not far behind him, watching that figure repeated countless times, sweating profusely, she could even imagine the frequency of his arms trembling due to excessive force, but he, as if unconscious, never stopped Pass.

There was silence for a while, she had never seen more difficult training, even she had experienced it, those times when the pain was so painful that she couldn't feel it, and those times when the pressure was so great that she couldn't cry, she had never experienced it. Such an astringent feeling.

Just under the bloody crimson cloud, looking at the slightly trembling figure, her heart felt inexplicably blocked, and the tip of her tongue felt astringent.

Taocheng practiced alone facing the wall, saying it was practice, but in fact, it was more about venting.

He stared at a point on the wall without stopping the movement of his hands, but his mind was in a mess and he had no thoughts.

The foot injury was much worse than expected, the recuperation period was prolonged, and he could not even accept long-term high-intensity training.

Thinking of this, Taocheng's forehead couldn't help twitching again, and he was so angry that he didn't live up to it, but he could only spend his time in this game and vent his depression by swinging his racket endlessly.

"Snapped!"

There was a strong pain in his head, and Taocheng's mind was pulled back. He looked at the stone that hit him at his feet, frowned, and turned around, facing a pair of quiet and beautiful eyes.

"Zoujiang, come out?"

The three-circle turn in the air that was made that day was really unforgettable. Taocheng briefly recalled it and then agreed, "What are you doing here?"

"What about the rest?"

Ignoring Taocheng's question, Chuyin slowly walked into the arena, the corners of his eyes raised lazily.

"Weekend, no training."

"Oh, then why are you here?"

Curling the corners of his mouth without a smile, he looked at Taocheng whose eyes were gloomy, and said slowly, "Is there any extra shots?"

"Yes... what are you doing?"

"Play a game with me."

With her long hair tied up, she took the racket handed over by Taocheng, her eyes were slightly tired, and her tone was lowered a few degrees, "Who told you and me to feel sorry for each other."

"Ok?"

Didn't hear Chuyin's whisper clearly, when Taocheng was puzzled, Chuyin had already walked towards the court, he frowned, and finally followed, hitting whenever he wanted, anyway he needed to vent.

There are no scores, no referees, and no rules. This duel under the setting sun is no longer a duel, it is just a two-person vent.There is no skill at all, just strength against strength, speed against speed.

Seeing, panting, sweating, depressing, low, but hearty.

There is nothing else, no fetters, doubts, unwillingness, helplessness, just the ball and racket, just hit and meet, no win or lose, no beginning and end.

All the while, Chuyin felt the familiar wind brought by the trajectory of the ball, raising her scattered hair and fascinating her eyes.

Just go with the feel, the intuition you've acquired over the years, hit the ball, go for the chase, forget about everything, just the field in front of you.

Taocheng wanted to laugh, even though the overstretched hands were swollen, there was a faint pain emerging, even though the feet after a good rest were a little sore, which was a sign of relapse, but it was nothing.

He just wanted to laugh, in such a battle of venting without scruples, to greet and indulge in tennis without any hesitation.

All the time, until exhaustion after exhaustion, until they finally fell unconscious in confusion, until the last cloud in the sky dissipated, and the neon was brilliant.

Chuyin supported her weak body and stood up again, the racket slipped from the twitching palm, she looked at Taocheng not far away who had fainted from exhaustion, brushed her face, and the corners of her raised lips faded to white.

She turned around and left with a trembling body.

On the dark street, she smiled softly, with transparent liquid dripping from the corners of her slanted eyes, blooming in the blurred lights, reflecting her elegant, noble, and proud smile.

The black rose is noble and mysterious, but under the sharp thorns it is fragile that ordinary people don't notice.Flicking the precious roses in the bottle with his fingertips that began to fade a few hours later, Yukimura couldn't help but think of that strange girl who was full of pride and loneliness in the daytime.

Once again unconsciously caressing the corner of his lips, there seemed to be a very faint scent of roses left there, Yukimura thought, slightly absent-minded. "Bang bang bang!"

The not-so-light slapping sound was particularly abrupt in the silent night. Yukimura looked at the beautiful face outside the house that was slapping on the balcony door, and a tingling pain came from the fingertips of a shivering finger, and blood beads rolled down, scratching from the thorn point. Down, like tears.

"you."

Standing up and opening the balcony door, Yukimura looked at the flushed cheeks in front of him, but his eyes were surprisingly bright. He sniffed the refreshing smell in the air and frowned, "Have you been drinking?"

"Ah."

With brisk footsteps, he fell down on Yukimura's hospital bed, and his voice was languid, but there seemed to be nothing unusual about it. "How did you come up? This is obviously the third floor." Yukimura looked out, inevitably a little surprised.

But when he made the sound, he didn't seem to hear it, he just curled up, his face was flushed, his expression was as lazy as a cat, and his slightly squinted eyes were full of seductive and enchanting light, staring vaguely at the sky.

"How much wine have you drank?"

To be able to do something so uninhibited...

Yukimura put on his coat, approached the bed, sat down and raised his head slightly to ask, but only got a murmur that didn't relate to himself, "No, I don't want to go back."

"I mean, how much did you drink."

Yukimura stroked his forehead in trouble, and when he was about to give up asking, Yukimura suddenly moved.

"Huh? Wine!"

As if just heard it, Izune propped up his upper body lazily, and leaned closer to Yukimura beside him, his breath was mixed with the smell of alcohol, but also mixed with the faint scent of roses, entangled into a seductive rope that was hard to break free , her eyes were bright and free, and the bottom of her pupils was faintly lit, "Yeah, drink, huh... what should I drink? Well, you say..."

Stretching out his fingers, the trembling fingertips somehow touched Yukimura's forehead without a forehead band, "You say..."

"you."

Angrily and amusedly, he pulled down the mischievous finger on his forehead. Yukimura's face was full of helplessness and surprise at the moment. He wanted to ask why he didn't go home but came to him who had only met him once, but then he remembered As Sanada said, this girl came to Japan alone.

After thinking about it, Yukimura sighed softly, and when she looked at Izune again, she had already pulled a thin blanket and fell back on the bed, her hair was loose, slightly covering her delicate side face.

"This." Sighing again helplessly, Chief Yukimura heaved a sigh of relief, and was about to get up, but found that the corners of his clothes were being held down by the sound. eyes.

"What do you want?"

Bringing a little carelessness and mistiness, Chuyin held Yukimura's fingers and shook them, his eyes were shining brightly, a little intoxicated.

Yukimura couldn't help being a little dazed looking at it, and one who didn't pay attention was suddenly pulled down on the bed by the sound of a sudden forceful pull.

"Tell me, what do you want to do?"

At this moment, the sound was ignorant, staring at the twinkling eyes, and approached Yukimura's wry smile without knowing the situation, the smell of alcohol mixed with the faint fragrance of roses blew on the young Wei Hao's eyebrows and eyes, making people intoxicated .

"I don't want to do anything, Miss Drunkard."

Seeing the innocent and childish utterance in front of him, Yukimura struggled to get up, dumbfounded. He was still terrified by the bold actions of this lady in the daytime, and now he just begs not to make any unexpected mistakes. "Wake up to the bar."

"Well, what kind of wine is this!"

He took the warm water from Yukimura, drank it in a few sips, and after drinking it, he had a bitter face, full of displeasure, "It doesn't smell at all! Do you think I'm easy to fool!"

As she said that, she jumped up and made a gesture to pounce on the slightly startled Yukimura, with a fierce look on her face.

Yukimura was startled, and took a step back subconsciously, but when he came back to his senses, he saw that the bewildered girl who had just bared her teeth and claws had stopped at this moment, turned her hips on her hips, frowned, and was looking at him with a pensive look on her face.

"Why do I think you are unfamiliar? Do we not know each other?"

Izuto tilted his head, blinked his eyes, looked at the helpless Yukimura in front of him strangely, nodded firmly for a while, and said to himself, "Well, right, I really don't know you. Definitely."

Seeing the confused voice, Yukimura shook his head amusedly, but the picture flashed in front of his eyes when he was dazed, and before he could react, he had already picked up a rascal koala on his body, and his eyes were ignorant and puzzled , but some sad koalas.

"Stranger, let me tell you a story, okay? I'll punish you to listen to my story!"

This is an arrogant and domineering koala who is obsessed with stories.

Yukimura was thrown by the sound, lost control of his balance, and sat back on the bed.

"Okay... you tell the story, I'll listen."

He agreed indiscriminately, and silently prayed that Miss Koala, who was drunk in his arms, would be able to calm down a little bit. Thinking of this, the drunkard began to babble.

"Once upon a time, there was a very, very beautiful, very, very lovely princess. She was the kindest and kindest princess in the world..."

Chuyin waved his hands and gestured exaggeratedly in a daze, but suddenly stopped and shrank his body.

"As for her, there is a rose...with thorns...and very short, not good-looking at all. But...the princess likes her very much, treats her very well...don't let her be lonely...don't make her sad, the rose thinks it can Becoming the flower of a princess... really, the best thing in the world."

In the blink of an eye, the expression on Deyin's face became a little bit blurred, with a strange sadness of reminiscence.

"But...she fell in love with the prince again...the best prince in the world who is very gentle and gentle to the princess. The prince is also very kind to roses. Water her every day and let her bloom...say a lot, so gentle, so good Sweet words..."

"But, but the prince treats her well only because she is the princess' flower..."

Gently covering his face, Kazuto was completely curled into Yukimura's arms, his voice was small, with a bit of astringency and grievance.

Yukimura looked at the top of her fluffy hair, where elegant and beautiful flowers bloomed from the loose hair, covering her deeply buried face layer by layer.

"Rose is really sad... She really likes the prince very much... But the prince really likes the princess who treats her so well. It's really annoying. Rose becomes bad when she is sad... The princess is not careful After hurting the prince, she stabbed vertically, piercing the princess's pretty hand... and escaped. Although she also hated her spoiled self, but, she can only do this..."

After a long pause, just when Yukimura thought the person in his arms had fallen asleep, the koala suddenly burrowed hard into his arms, buried his head, and made a muffled sound intermittently.

"I can't hate... I can't... I like it. Roses can only... that's it, I can only, that's it..."

You can feel the clothes in your arms getting wet slowly, and the wound on your fingertips suddenly hurts, it seems that the dried blood is on the shallow ground, piercing your heart, Yukimura was silent for a long time, and gently caressed the person in his arms with his stopped hand hair, gently, silently comforting.

Noble and beautiful roses, it turns out that the most intoxicating fragrance is buried in the boundless time, long, long under your sharp thorns...

The author has something to say: The little prince is really beautiful, is it... Fairy tales are really beautiful.