Wang Wang's dream color

Surrounded by the hustle and bustle of lights and people, it is incompatible with the silence that is tentacle at this moment.

Sakura withdrew her eyes from watching the black car drive away quietly, lowered her head in silence, and looked at the white envelope that was stuffed into her hand before getting off the car.

The words of the driver who belonged to the "Ghost Skeleton" in the car are still lingering in his ears.

"According to the club's default regulations and final results, this is the team certificate for the ownership of the two games in the next three years."

The envelope's seal was otherwise unremarkable, with a simple "R" painted on the familiar-looking gilt wax lacquer.

Without opening it, she stared at the sealant for a long while, and a smile of joy slowly leaked out of her eyes.

Even standing beside her, at a very close distance, Echizen felt that the girls who were breathing seemed to be far away, in another isolated world.

Inexplicable sadness and complex emotions filled the space he couldn't touch, and it was incompatible with the bustling and bustling surroundings.

"I... take you back."

After a while, he just uttered this sentence in a low voice, and walked beside her silently.

Many people said that he was arrogant and arrogant, and his father often laughed at him for being awkward and naive.

Echizen scoffed, or was noncommittal.In his eyes, the important thing is to keep getting stronger...Keep defeating stronger opponents.

But at this moment, he felt a sudden sense of frustration.

Turning his head, he looked at the half-covered side face with long hair beside him, and the flower trees on both sides of the street blow off a few leaves from time to time, scattered among her raised hair.

He thought more and more, becoming stronger... so strong that he could stand on a higher place and see what the world looked like in her eyes.

Raising his hand unconsciously, Echizen carefully brushed off the scattered flowers, his eyes were filled with complex colors that he had never felt before.

"Ok?"

Awakened by his action, Sakura, who was immersed in thoughts, turned her face, her eyes still dotted with fireworks all over the street were facing Joe Etsuzen's unconsciously staring eyes.

There is a special kind of beauty in those eyes, born among the flying flowers and vines, falling on the gorgeous and coquettish throne, slender...powerful...with an unknown attraction.

she is special.

From before to now, from memory to reality, she always seemed special.

The deepest part of my heart was slightly pried, and I had been only concentrating on the ball and racket. In Zhan Hesheng's mind, suddenly fell into such a soft and delicate whisper.

An unknown sigh sounded in his ears.

Echizen suddenly curled up his slightly ironed fingers, skipping over the floating feelings in his heart.

"The petals are stuck."

Withdrawing his hand, Echizen shook the half piece of broken flower on his fingertips, and explained unnaturally while looking away.

"Ryoma, do you still remember the flower forest that was planted behind my house when I was a child?"

Sakura looked at the broken flower in Echizen's hand, was taken aback for a moment, then smiled, with thoughts flashing in her eyes.

"I still remember you went to see me once."

"Hmm. It's very big. I've been looking for it for a long time."

Echizen nodded, looking at Sakurano's side face next to him, recalling that time.

At the end of that summer, the girl who visited outside the fence in his yard every day hadn't arrived. He thought of the large sea of ​​flowers he had heard the girl mentioned, so he got excited to look for it.

It was a dreamy sea of ​​flowers, and it was full of flowers and colors as far as the eye could see.

He searched for a long time, and finally saw that little curled up person under a certain flower tree with surprisingly bright colors, with a emptiness and despair on his face that he had never seen before.

It seemed that some great event had happened to make the girl who had always smiled brightly and gently show such a sad look.

He vaguely remembered that he seemed to be unable to do anything, but clumsily gave the girl the ball he carried with him, trying to make the thing that had always given him joy and comfort give the girl the same irony.

Until the end, he didn't figure out what he should do, what he could say... He just sat for a long, long time in that boundless sea of ​​flowers, with the girl whose whole body was full of sadness...

In the end, in a panic, he made a promise to go find her the next day.

However, Echizen frowned, a trace of regret flashed in his eyes.

The next day, he missed the appointment and unexpectedly failed to meet her in Hualin.

After the fall of that splendid flowering season, and after that girl never came to his small courtyard again, he went to that flower forest many times to look for it.

However, everything has been of no avail.

The flowers fade away, and the splendor fades away.

"After that, not long after that, our family moved to another place."

Sakura Nao stroked the flying strands of hair, and at this moment, the eyes that were sinking into fireworks melted into the deepness like black ink.

"Think about it, in fact, all the changes seem to have started from that day."

"In the end what happened?"

Never had such a feeling before, at this moment, Echizen clearly understood that he wanted to know the answer to this question.

Spanning more than ten years, what is it that makes the bright and delicate little girl in memory become so powerful, mysterious and full of danger and pain.

Without answering Echizen's question, Sakurano just raised the corners of her eyebrows, smiled lightly and talked about irrelevant topics.

"From the first time I picked up a ball, people around me said that I was born with an incredible talent, born of pure passion that was in my parents' bones."

A pair of gentle eyes appeared in front of his eyes, in which were hidden deep thoughts that no one knew about.

"However, I often find that my father always looks at me with a trace of worry, even fear, as if he sees some unknown nightmare through me."

The bustle around them gradually faded, and the two walked into the street with few people. The flowers and trees on both sides rustled in the night wind, and the moonlight was gentle and cool, suitable for memories and sadness.

"In the past few days of competition, have you awakened your momentum?"

Sakura turned her eyes, looked at Echizen who unconsciously frowned and spoke.

"No, I just saw it, and many moments flashed a strange feeling that I couldn't grasp."

Echizen shook his head in denial, but caught the strange word in Sakurano's words.

"Awakening? Why not Condensation?"

"The inherited power in the blood is talent, and when the time comes, it will awaken."

Said calmly, Sakura seemed to think of something in her lowered eyes, and she glanced at Echizen with a smile in her eyes.

"When I was five years old, I heard my mother talk about Uncle Nanjiro's power, and I also heard her talk about you, so I ran to take a peek."

That's why we had the acquaintance that summer.

Echizen suddenly understood, and finally understood.

"When I was five years old, by chance, I awakened unexpectedly very early."

To put it bluntly, Sakurano crushed the petals that fell on her palm.

"That was the first time I saw, what my father was worried about, the long-dormant nightmare hidden in my body."

Is that why you have such an expression?

The scene in the forest flashed before his eyes.

Echizen's words were held back in his heart, but he just slightly turned his gaze away.

Seeing that Sakura's expression changed slightly, it seemed as if she had ended this painful memory, and returned to this summer night with a cool evening breeze and the years had passed.

"It's all over. It's all coming back."

"I have already remembered who I am."

"Wait until you wake up, Ryoma..."

The light in his eyes bloomed, and Sakura's smile at that moment seemed to pass through many years, and it coincided with the pure and delicate smile standing outside the fence, which was generally the same.

She curled the corners of her mouth and smiled lightly, hiding the fighting spirit.

"Let's just play a game."

In front of the fence, in the flower grove, on the high platform... A series of smiles and dimples flew by, each scene has a different look, and every time you look from a distance, it arouses the same strange and strange heartbeat.

Echizen watched all the memories flow, and finally froze on the calm and calm face in front of him.

Before his eyes flashed not long ago, on the high mountain, behind the low slope, he and her broke through the night of brother's night talk.He heard vague memories of the past, and saw that blurred side face hidden in the shadows.

"You're great. After you remember who you are... let's fight."

In my ear, I remembered that my clumsiness still fell into the comfort of that side of the field, or the agreement.

My own words are still warm, against the coolness of the other voice that is in my ears at this moment.

"Wait until you wake up, Ryoma."

"Let's just play a game."

The shadows of the trees moved, and the moonlight poured down beside the two of them like silver.

The wind is rustling, and the broken flowers are flying.

He turned his head sideways, met those eyes full of moonlight, and promised softly.

"it is good."

The moonlight enters the house, slightly illuminating the darkness of the room through the casement.

Sakura opened the door of her room, the corners of her mouth curled slightly.

She leaned her head back against the door and slowly slid down to sit on the floor.

Coach Ryuzaki has not come back yet, at this moment, only her slightly rapid breathing can be heard in the extremely quiet home.

It seemed relieved, but it also seemed exhausted.

Sakura recalled the ups and downs of the past few days, and for a while, she covered her eyes that were soaked in the moonlight, and sighed softly.

A little bit of light shone into her eyes through the gap between her fingers, and Sakura put down her hand.

Silently looking at the beautiful light revealed in the unclosed wooden box not far away, she only felt that the envelope in her pocket and the light in front of her eyes were ironing and burning her heart.

Different from the last time when the memory flashed, Sakura leaned against the door, pressing the string of numbers with great determination, but her slightly trembling fingertips revealed a trace of her secret fear.

"Doo-doo..."

After a few short seconds, she heard the phone being connected, and the sound of the wind coming from the other end, accompanied by the sound of light breathing.

She held her breath and listened... the voice that had disappeared for a long time entered her ears.

"Sakura Sakura."

Like the thousands of calls in the past, the deep violin-like voice is warm and mellow to the ears, brewing the old slightly drunken pampering.

She panted heavily, raised her head and closed her trembling eyelashes, and the corners of her mouth curled up slightly... into a sigh.

"Why don't you come and see me?"

She spoke, but there was an unstoppable tremor at the end of the sentence.

"Finally, I remembered..."

......

He put down the phone in his hand and looked towards the dimly lit house not far away.

The evening wind penetrated into the rolled down car window, he sniffed lightly, and it seemed that the scent of flowers was passing by.

"Let's go."

After a long time, he finally turned his gaze back, his voice as low as a whisper.

Sakura Sakura...

He lowered his brows and eyes, and the dark light in his eyes flashed.

This time...you came to me instead.