Wang Wang's dream color

The moonlight is as cold as water, always pulling people into the vortex of memories in sleepless nights.

Regardless of her tearful eyes, Sakura sat on the bed with her head in her arms. Her mind, which had been unable to remember anything, was churning this night. It seemed that something had broken free from the magic box locked deep in her mind. Come out, and gradually clamor in that pure white realm...

Quiet

After sitting quietly for a while, after the headache calmed down a bit, Sakura got up and put on her clothes, went to the low couch under the window and sat down, looking at the moonlight streaming outside the window and meditating...

After waking up that morning five years ago, she lost a lot of memories, forgot a lot of people, and everything around her was both familiar and strange.

The people around her who gradually became acquainted comforted her not to force her to remember, but she always had a vague feeling that what she had forgotten was an extremely precious thing, but once she tried to remember, she would fall into deep heart palpitations and uncontrollable headaches middle.

In the first two years, she often fell into nightmares full of darkness and despair like tonight, but tonight's dream seemed to be different, those scattered fragments flashed in her mind, and she couldn't help but have the urge to cry.

Thinking of what happened in the afternoon, Sakura touched her loose long hair, the tenderness in her eyes froze.

She knew she was sick, and although she didn't have any seizures after returning to Japan, she still clearly remembered the faint fear in the eyes of the people around her when she fell into a coma and woke up in the United States. It was very subtle, but it didn't escape her. Eye.

She must have been terrible when she had an attack...

Sakura's eyes are full of bitter tenderness...

No pain, no taste, no heat or cold...

Even now she is a weirdo...

The light and shadow in the dream flashed in front of her eyes again. She took off the silver pendant she had been wearing around her neck and hung it in front of her eyes.

"click"

Flicking open, it's actually a very common photo necklace, but it's so unusual...

Sakura looked at the person's smile in the dyed cherry colors, which was blurred in the sunlight, and only a faint outline remained on the blooming face...

Suddenly, a faintly arrogant laugh rang out in my ears...

Can't see clearly?That's not exactly right!Anyway, I only take this picture in my life, now you can only carve me into your head, otherwise you won't see me in the future...

Sakura was slightly stunned, feeling familiar with that flashing voice, as if nostalgic...or like...hating...

She held the pendant in her palm, stared at the pouring moonlight with shining gentle eyes, sighed softly, and whispered, "They said, you are...my mother..."

In another silent night, only the moonlight and the slight movement of the mind, whose eyes are dizzy like ink, stained with the color of a dream?

"Ding... Ding..."

The wind chime in front of the corridor rang softly, and slipped into the hall with the first ray of morning light.

"How about it, young man! Go to training with vigor today!"

Looking at Echizen, who was gulping down milk with his eyes closed, Nanjiro smiled mischievously, and slapped Echizen on the shoulder, "Come on! Come on!"

"Cough, cough, cough!"

Choked by Nanjiro's unexpected actions, Echichi turned red and rubbed his chest in pain, but when he raised his eyes, he saw a narrow and hateful smiling face.

"Ah, I'm so sorry, I made a mistake!"

Gritting his teeth to swallow the anger that came to his lips, Echizen glared at the unscrupulous father, and continued to fight against the milk, "No, I will submit the application for admission to the Ministry today, and I will start training tomorrow."

"Eh? That's right."

Rinko took off her apron and came out, a little surprised by Echizen's words, "By the way, Ryoma, how are you getting used to school? I heard that you and Sakura are in the same class."

"Sakura?"

Hearing Rinko's voice, Echizen turned his head, a little stunned, "Who is it?"

"It's Sakura!"

Rinko looked at Echizen's dazed look, and replied strangely, and after a while before realizing it, she hurriedly added, "Oh, by the way, you haven't seen her before, right?"

Rinko said this, but Echizen naturally thought of the strange girl who fainted when she saw him, and who was so weak and weak during the day when she met him at night.But, did Mom and Dad know her a long time ago?

"You guys, have you seen her?"

Thinking to himself, Echizen asked out of nowhere.

Rinko nodded with a smile, and when she was about to say something, Nanjiro's voice sounded.

"Okay, okay! Teenagers, let's go quickly after eating! It's not a good habit to be late! Let's go!"

Receiving Minamijiro's glance, Rinko's smile paused slightly, then she stopped talking and looked at Echizen, "Yes, let's go early."

Frowning, Echizen looked at his parents who were obviously hiding something, and without asking, got up without saying a word, and walked out of the house.

"What happened to us before, what are you doing to bring it up?"

Watching Echizen leave with his shoulder bag on his back, he turned his head and said casually, "Don't meddle in the young man's own affairs. When there are things that should be known, someone will tell him."

"Yes Yes Yes!"

Deliberately ignoring the deep thought hidden in her husband's eyes, Lunzi shook his head with a smile, gave him a false stare, but sighed softly in his heart, "I just don't talk too much."

This room, Ryuzaki brought out breakfast, and as soon as he turned around, he saw Sakura holding a water glass and staring blankly at his old photo album that had been spread out on the table last night, "Sakura, what are you looking at?"

"This one is?" Ryuzaki looked in the direction of her finger, and a yellowed photo jumped into his eyes. In the photo, Nanjiro, who was even younger, was squatting with his wife Rinko in his arms, with a boy on each side , one big and one small, surrounded by a pile of shining trophies.

"Oh, this is a family portrait that Nanjiro sent me from the United States. It's been almost ten years, and I have kept it in an old photo album. You were also in the United States at that time. It's normal if you haven't seen it."

Ryuzaki sat down cross-legged, pointed at the little boy who was struggling to hold the racket and wore a hat on one side, "Hey, you have seen it before, Ryoma was only five or six years old at that time."

"Oh, so. By the way,"

Sakura pointed to the slightly longer boy who was carrying a racket with a smile on the other side, "This, is this Long Ya?"

Echizen Ryuya, one of the people she became acquainted with again after waking up five years ago, he was always smiling and careless, but he once gave her the most needed support when she was most helpless.

"It's the adopted son of Nanjiro. Didn't he run away after living in his house for two years? Don't you still know him? I remember you told me when you summoned me in the United States. You met him on the street. Long Ya who played ball."

Ryuzaki stopped pouring tea, looked at Sakurano, "I remember, what's wrong?"

"It's nothing."

Sakura smiled, lowered her eyes, shook her head slightly, and pointed at the younger boy, "Then, Longya, is he his brother?"

"Oh, Ryoma. That's right. Although they are not biological brothers, they are equally talented in tennis."

Ryuzaki nodded, with a smile on his face, "I'm looking forward to his performance in Seigaku."

"Tennis." Sakura frowned, remembering bad memories. After her first attack in the United States, she had a blood-stained racket by her side. Since then, she has been very resistant to tennis. .

But now, the Echizen Ryoma who stimulated her memory to recover has an inseparable connection with tennis.

The gentleness in her eyes was slightly clouded, Sakura frowned and looked at the morning light outside the window, lost in thought.

"Sakura! Are you okay? Why did you leave by yourself yesterday? When I arrived at the infirmary, you were already gone!"

As soon as he entered the class, Tomoxiang, who had been in the class early, hurried up to greet her, and took Sakura to look him up and down.

"I called you last night and you didn't answer! I was so anxious! Are you better?"

Ying Nao was stunned by the series of questions before she recovered her senses. She smiled after a few seconds of reaction, and gently put her arm around Tomoka and replied, "It's okay, you don't have to worry. I rested after I went back yesterday. So I didn't contact you. Sorry, I scared you."

"You'll be fine."

Sat down on the seat, Tomoka looked at the vacant seat beside Sakurano, and said curiously, "Do you know this Echizen? You passed out after seeing him yesterday, right?"

Clenching her fingers slightly, Sakura had a gentle smile on her face, but her eyes were a little hazy. She looked at Echizen who was walking into the classroom with her bag on her back, and said in a calm tone, "Maybe."

"Now I will send out the club application form. After everyone fills it out, hand it in to the club you want to join after class. The deadline is this afternoon..." The working committee of the podium is distributing the forms in their hands to everyone, saying something Trivial notes.

Sakura turned her head, looked at the bored boy with his hands under his chin, and smiled slightly, "Hello, my name is Ryugasaki Sakura. I didn't have time to introduce myself yesterday. Echizen-kun, please give me your advice."

Echizen, who was dozing off, suddenly heard such a soft tone in his ears, and opened his eyes to Sakurano.

Those eyes are full of tenderness, and the whole person is bathed in the rising morning light, like a pure white angel... completely different from the person he met last night...

"Echizen Ryoma."

Slightly nodding his head, Echizen put away the doubts that flashed in his mind, his tone was as cold as usual, "Please give me your advice."

Tomoka in the front seat heard the conversation between the two, and the surprise in her eyes was obvious. Although Sakura is very gentle, she never likes to associate with strangers. She also worked hard for a long time to get acquainted with her. Why did she have an unusual relationship with Echizen today? Say hello.

"Echizen-san, okay, my name is Tomoka Kosakata, please give me your advice."

Without much thought, Tomoka turned around with a smile and greeted Echizen who was lying on the table.

"Ah."

Echizen's extremely cold answer extinguished most of Tomoka's enthusiasm, and Sakura on the side looked at the frustrated Tomoka, and couldn't help but shake her head and chuckle, she was shocked.

"Um, Sakura. What club do you want to apply for?"

After a moment of silence, the recovering Tomoka took the club application that had just been sent, and entangled Sakurano who was looking down at the handout, "The Ministry of Home Economics, or the Music Club? And the Flower Arrangement Club. I think you are both suitable. "

"Me?"

Sakura raised her head, and out of the corner of her eye, she glanced at Echizen, who was lying on the table to catch up on sleep, with thoughts and hesitation in his eyes.

The wind coming in from the window caressed the hair on her cheeks and moved her slightly trembling eyelashes. She opened her mouth softly, with a hint of unconcealable hesitation and sense of loss in her words...

"I want to join... the tennis club."

The author has something to say: For the needs of the plot, mixed tennis...hehehehe...don't blame the judges...