Wang Wang's dream color

The hoarse voice contrasted with the scars on the side face, which looked a little scary...

Uraba pressed Sakurano's shoulder, and lowered his voice worriedly.

"Sakura? Are you okay?"

"Well..."

Putting down the hand covering her eyes, Sakura raised her head and smiled softly, but a dark whirlpool quietly appeared in her eyes.

"fine..."

"how do you feel?

You seem a little lost in the second half, remember anything? "

Uraba picked up the record in his hand, and looked at Sakura who was still a little dazed.

"Did you feel any change in mood?"

"Well... not bad, some memories are becoming clearer..."

The corners of the curved lips were quietly stained with a color that did not belong to pure, Sakura turned her head and looked at the sky that suddenly darkened outside the window, her voice was slightly hoarse.

"It feels like something I'm missing is slowly coming back..."

Standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, the sudden heavy rain outside the building hit the glass with broken splashes. Uraba looked down at the figure walking away slowly with an umbrella downstairs in the hospital, pondered for a moment and took out the mobile phone in his pocket. , looking solemn...

"What is it?"

Ryuzaki put down the magazine in his hand, picked up the microphone on the table, and after a while.

"We will send you an invitation letter within three days, please consider carefully and give us an answer as soon as possible."

"Yes, yes, I understand."

After hanging up the phone, Ryuzaki's eyes fell on the tennis magazine spread out on the table, and that eye-catching report came into his eyes again.

"The first round of selection for the Japan-US friendly match is about to begin"

Knocking on the table, Ryuzaki looked towards the quiet upstairs and shouted, "Sakura!"

"Grandma? What's the matter?"

Sakurano, who heard the voice, poked her head out, and met Ryuzaki's complicated and proud eyes.

"Come on down, there's something about you that needs your own opinion."

"Ok?"

Seeing Sakurano's puzzled look, Ryuzaki pointed to the magazine on the table, and said slowly, "Maybe you should seriously consider this matter, for you who want to face the past, this is really the best Chance."

"'Japan-US Friendship League'? I heard Naryo-san say it."

After receiving the magazine from Ryuzaki, Sakura lowered her eyelashes, and there was a faint light in her eyes.

"You mean, they sent me an invitation? Or did you just skip the preliminary round invitation?"

"Yes, accept the invitation, and you will be directly eligible to enter the semi-finals."

Ryuzaki nodded, with pride in his tone, "This is also their affirmation of your past strength and achievements."

"Past strength and achievements...well..."

Rubbing her forehead, the palpitating medals and certificates in the box flashed through her mind, as well as those fragments of light and shadow that flickered faintly. Sakura frowned and smiled softly.

"I...is really that...Anesidora..."

"When you get well and remember everything, you will be our proudest Anesidora..."

Touching Sakura's drooping head, Ryuzaki's face concealed a look of distress, "Didn't you say that after receiving the treatment, the memory is gradually recovering? The previous you did not regain the determination you once had, but now, the time has come. ..”

"Then, why not go to the places you are most familiar with, maybe those memories will be retrieved faster."

"I... the place I am most familiar with?"

Sakura raised her eyes, and there was a dark light flowing in her eyes.

"where is it?"

Sighing, Ryuzaki looked into Sakurano's eyes with a solemn tone.

"The arena. That is the place you are most familiar with."

"Think about it carefully,"

Seeing Sakurano's hesitant expression, Ryuzaki seemed to see through her mind, smiled and waved his hands.

"Don't say you can't play. Even if you don't know or resist to swing the racket these years, but, Sakura, my granddaughter, you have to know that some memories are engraved in the bone marrow, as long as you make up your mind, That feeling of running and swinging the racket is bound to come back to your body again."

Looking at the back of Sakura who was silently walking upstairs in deep thought, Ryuzaki sighed softly, the mist rising from the teacup in his hand covered her distressed and worried eyes, not knowing whether this step would be a blessing... woe...

Walking back to the room, Sakura let out a sigh of relief, and fell on her back on the bed. After the treatment in the morning and the news she just learned, she was a little tired physically and mentally. She lay on the bed and stared at the ceiling wondering what she was thinking. Unknowingly, he slowly fell into a lethargic sleep.

It was the darkness again, burying her head in her palm, Sakura stared at the swirl-like deep black with a trace of tiredness through the sight between her fingers, and closed her eyes tiredly, pretending to ignore those depressing breaths .

The corners of her lips had an indistinct curvature, slightly bitter.

The face in the deepest part of her heart emerged in her mind, that proud and decisive smile that belonged to the winner flashed countless times when she fell down and was embarrassed, full of disdain and contempt, which made her unable to ignite the anger and dissatisfaction all over her body to get up again and cast a Challenge after challenge.

She thinks she still hates that person, hates her arrogance, hates her conceited pride in tennis, hates her fighting crazily on the court, and fighting for glory and love with many scars.

...Actually, you may not even know that your future and your dreams are all closely intertwined with the beat in your hand.Even if you risk your life, you can't give up. You will persevere, and with love, you will chase until your soul is exhausted.This is the fate of every golfer, and no doubt you are too...

That person said this, and said to her who was still ignorant at that time with a smile of enjoyment. At that time, Sakura clearly remembered that she saw that person's whole body exuding light, shining, bright, and beautiful... …

Yes, she is the same, and she will persevere, for the tennis she and that person love and the dream they chase together.

But, Sakura trembled slightly, and the eyes buried in the palms overflowed with sadness, but, I want to be with you, before I can shine like you, you can't, leave me alone... .

We want to be together, we want to be together...

In the distance, the group of slightly smaller rays of light still exudes star-point brilliance in the distance, and there are scenes flowing around the body, tears can't help but flow down, condensing into water-colored flowers in the palm, Sakura sobs softly, fades away all Pure ignorance with a lingering smile...

"Mother…"

"You just remember that woman like that? Don't you remember, she is the culprit who made you bear so much! All you have to do is to trample her down!"

Another erratic voice that lingered and appeared broke the circle of light and shadow, carrying a hint of hatred and resentment.

"That lunatic! What a mess of dreams! Desires! To create such a tennis ball! She is still thinking about the dream of the old man so naively! Don't tell me you want to go crazy with her too!"

The voice full of endless resentment shocked Ying Nao's whole body and mind. She was speechless, but hugged her knees tightly, and the corners of her lips gradually curved firmly in the endless resentment.

"Your future, your everything, is mine! Since I have created such a powerful me, you are useless, you should still cry here with that ridiculous dream!"

That voice seemed to be a little out of control, with uncontrollable despair, coldness, and resentment, "I want to use the devil's tennis she taught to kill all those ridiculous and weak people who have hurt us, as well as this meaningless tennis. , destroy everything, leave nothing behind..."

"You're crazy! You're crazy!"

Finally, Sakura raised her head, her tear-free sore eyes stared at the endless darkness with fear and anger, with a smile on her face, and finally a stronger smile.

"After destroying all of this, what are you left with! Say something stupid that is not worth mentioning..."

"I do hate her, I hate her so much,"

Ying Nai curled up, her eyes hurt uncontrollably, but she was still thinking about it like that.

"I hate her for saying that she is waiting for me to defeat her, but then she turns around and leaves me alone; I hate her for leaving all of this to me, making me so painful and miserable... But I hate it even more, Myself,"

"I hate myself for not working so hard, not working so hard, for not being able to defeat her before she left me; I hate myself for why she can smile and arrogantly pass everyone's criticisms and grievances away , but I couldn’t, so I could only uselessly, cowardly, and evade, and finally, ah…you actually appeared!”

"You know, I hate so much! I hate her, I hate me, I hate so many things... But there is only one thing, I am very lucky, I am very lucky, she left it for me, it is not worth mentioning in your opinion Yes, that fearless, innocent dream."

Sakura smiled, smiled and laughed, and tears flowed down.

Those cursing voices disappeared again, and Sakura looked at the scene of light and shadow in front of her tears, the faintly flickering light was extraordinarily quiet and beautiful...

The waterfall in the mountains splashes down into the deep pool, which looks like silver under the light. On a rock protruding from the water, a little girl in a black bathrobe sits upright. The jade color is shining on her loose hair and waist. Quiet, soft, tough, beautiful...

She closed her eyes lightly, with a gentle smile on her delicate face, and the splashed water droplets glowed with brilliance, transforming into a magnificent beauty right in front of her eyes.

"The fastest thing in the world is light, and you, use a calm heart, love, firmness, and faith to surpass the light..."

"Forget everything you see, feel it yourself, use every inch of your body, every inch of your mind, every inch of your soul, to feel, to taste, to touch..."

"In the pursuit of instinct, you have to be happy, to love, to cherish..."

Don't give up, can't give up, can't give up...

I love it, yes, more than anything...

Opening her eyes slightly, the brilliance that poured out in an instant shone on the water curtain, and she saw again, the person who was still dazzling, under the brightest gaze, looking back among the flowers, the city was glamorous, indescribable...

The mountains and forests sound softly, the wind sweeps past the ears, and every part of the body and mind is soothed submissively. When I stretch out my hand, my fingertips seem to touch the rhythm of the wind for a moment.Birdsong, water flow, or silence, in these moments of sinking and impetuousness, there are too many precious feelings and experiences melted into the body, seeing, hearing, smelling, touching, every centimeter and every inch , very real.

Sakura touched the scene with slightly trembling hands, only felt the shock of memory, felt the fermenting of those light spots kneaded into the body, gradually filling up the flashing mood in the light and shadow, the surging glory...

The long eyelashes trembled slightly, and Sakura slowly opened her eyes, her eyes seemed to have experienced Nirvana and liberation won after another battle, she got up and walked to the window, looking at the clear sky after a night of heavy rain, Let out a breath.

The dream just now is like riding the wind to wander the memories again, washing away the many distracting thoughts accumulated, and all the past memories come to mind again.

Those half-understood words, those feelings that were once incomprehensible, after going through a long time of troubles and precipitation, courage and determination, bit by bit, savoring carefully, she was pushed on the destined journey, the glorious prison brigade.

She opened the window and saw the golden light passing through the clouds, reflecting the sparkling water, only to feel that the leaks in her heart were finally filled and stitched up little by little. She looked at the golden color revealed after the scattered haze, and smiled. .

In her eyes, the timidity and fear of those old wounds gradually faded away, and gradually became tinged with the person in the dream who was arrogant but full of enthusiasm, no regrets, firmness, courage, faith, and fervent love...

The author has something to say: If you can really like something so purely and passionately, it's really good, isn't it.