Yukimura's shadow

"That...although it's a bit self-indulgent, but...that-is it for me?"

Yukimura paused the hand that put the book down, and turned his head away very calmly.

The girl with black hair and white skirt stood beside him quietly, her voice was very low, she didn't even dare to lift her head, her black hair kept shaking with her body movements, her pair of hands were constantly stepping on the blanket. The feet showed that she was not as peaceful as she seemed.

Originally, there was a large space between the window and the bed.Before, Yukimura asked the nurse to help move an old chair, but now there is a layer of gray plush carpet, and then a light green armchair is placed on it.The chair is directly facing the window, and sunlight comes in through the half-covered curtains, and the shadow of the chair is slanted on the velvet blanket, which looks very warm.

Because the weather is getting colder, the green radishes outside the window have been moved in, but the cornflowers are relatively hardy and are still left on the windowsill.Its flowering season is over, its purple petals are curling and its edges are starting to turn yellow, but even that is still beautiful.

Yukimura was originally standing by and organizing his bookcase - his parents bought him a simple bookshelf made of cardboard boxes, which was folded in the morning.He put all the books in and was doing the final sorting and sorting at this time.

This ward is being gradually enriched by him for various reasons, slowly becoming like another home.

The sudden appearance of Nagasawa Masami has become a common occurrence.

"How do you feel?" Yukimura didn't realize it himself, and there was a bit of expectation in his tone.

"Hmm... It seems to be a little real, soft..." Yami frowned and stepped on it again, then stretched out her hand out of the shadow with a little luck, and was blocked back as it should be, even because she was stupid Unprepared and hurt his hand.

"Ah...how come this hasn't changed at all..."

She couldn't help complaining a few words, then retracted her hand and blew.

Yukimura shook his head helplessly, his tone changed subconsciously.

"Idiot, be careful..."

As soon as the words came out, the scene suddenly fell silent.Yukimura calmly dismissed the thought of holding her hand for inspection, and at the same time retracted the hand that was almost stretched out without a trace.

And Yami stared blankly at the blanket under her feet, as if her gaze could ignite it.

What did he say, stupid, stupid?

"Ah... oh, oh..." Masami raised her head and glanced at Yukimura, seeing his calm expression, as if she had an auditory hallucination.The girl only felt that the tips of her ears were burning again, and there was even a faint tendency to spread to her cheeks. She hurriedly lowered her head, panicked and even subconsciously spoke Kyoto dialect.

"Yes, I'm sorry..." (sumimahen)

Soft, somewhat mellow accent, with an indescribable charm.That nasal sound was soft and long, as if lingering and elusive in my heart.

Yukimura narrowed his eyes slightly, and the corners of his mouth were also stained with a smile.

"fine."

"Is this...Kyoto dialect?" He hesitated for a moment and asked with some uncertainty.The tone was a bit familiar, and even the memory of going to Kyoto a few months ago in his mind gradually came alive again.

People from Kyoto?

He felt a little strange, this was the first time he heard Yami speak in tongues.He tentatively spoke in the tone he remembered. Although the tone was a bit awkward, it suddenly sounded like it.

"Hmm (hei)... Ah, no, I mean, yes (hai)..." Masami subconsciously replied in dialect, and then hurriedly corrected herself after realizing it.

To be honest, she can speak Mandarin really well, if not for this accident, Yukimura thought she would be from Tokyo.

Seeing that she seemed a little annoyed by accidentally speaking in dialect, Yukimura could only smile helplessly.

"Don't worry, girls who speak dialects are cute."

"Thank you..." Yami bit her lip, looking even more annoyed.

"Kyoto... it's a little far away." Yukimura couldn't help her, sighed, and simply turned around to face the bookshelf, with the tip of his index finger walking along the spines of each book, and finally took out an anthology.

He turned his back to Yami, with a heavy look in his eyes.

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Sometimes Yukimura Seichi is a guy who is easy to satisfy, a comfortable environment and a favorite book are enough to constitute a good afternoon in his heart.

The biggest difference between the seat and other chairs is that there is only a chair surface and a chair back, but no chair legs.

He easily leaned back in the chair, with one leg curled up and the other stretched out straight, looking extraordinarily slender.He reads very slowly, with his thumb resting lightly on the corner of the page but he refuses to turn it.Although he has read this anthology for a long time, he likes to start from the beginning every time he reads it.

"The state of mind is different every time, and the feelings I experience from poetry are also different."

That's why he never finished the book.

His eyes were extremely focused, his eyes were slightly lowered, and his slender eyelashes covered most of the light in his eyes, casting a light shadow on his eyelids.At some point, Nagasawa Masami sat up behind him and approached quietly, and over his shoulders he could only see the book on the boy's lap and his handsome side face.

Yukimura frowned suddenly, which startled her, but then she realized that Yukimura was staring at the book and thinking about something.She turned her eyes back to the book again, and after reading it roughly for the first time, she didn't find any problems. After reading it carefully again, she vaguely guessed what Yukimura was worrying about.

"There - that place, the meaning should not be like this."

Her sudden utterance almost startled Yukimura, even if Yukimura had long been used to her elusiveness, she still couldn't stand it.He smiled helplessly after regaining his senses, and wanted to turn his head to say something, but when he turned his head, he met those extremely clear, light blue eyes, and immediately forgot what he wanted to say clean.

"Huh?" Yami didn't seem to realize whether the distance was too close, she tilted her head slightly, her eyes showed doubts, she was a little surprised why Yukimura was stunned.

She knelt on the rug with her hands on her knees, the black hair that was originally draped behind her head mischievously slipped off her shoulders with her movements, her staring eyes reminded Yukimura inexplicably of the one from the neighbor's house puppy.Every time the dog looks at Shili, Shili can't wait to throw all the snacks into their yard to give it.

Now he can somewhat understand Shili's mood...

Looks kind of goofy...and unexpectedly cute.

"Huh? Where?" Yukimura smiled slightly, and changed the topic back without blushing.

"There... there is a problem with the translation, the original text should be—"

Masami poked her head over, but due to the barrier, she couldn't get over Yukimura's shoulder, so Yukimura could only hold the book closer.She stared at the string of translations, thought for a while, her cherry lips parted slightly, and what came out of her mouth was a relatively unfamiliar language.

This is quite different from Masami's usual tone of voice.If it is said that she gave Yukimura the feeling of a little rabbit who occasionally got angry, now she is more like a lazy kitten. She lowered her voice, and every syllable seemed to roll on her throat, like There is a feather scratching gently in the heart, making people unable to help but want to hear it more clearly.

Her tone was constantly changing. Although Yukimura could not understand what she said, he could clearly distinguish the emotion he wanted to convey from the tone.

"So according to my understanding, here should be... more appropriate..."

……

While Masami was explaining, Seiichi Yukimura listened with a smile and added some of his own opinions from time to time.Back and forth, they chatted very deeply.

"I've read a lot of Mr. Verlaine's poems recently, and I think they are very good." Yukimura said, and then smoothed out the accidentally folded footers with his fingertips.

"You must have read it too, right?" Otherwise, you wouldn't be able to recite the original with just opening your mouth.

Yami sighed.

"I read it a long time ago. It seems that someone recommended it to me when I was a child." She paused, but still couldn't remember who it was. "But I prefer the works of his lover Mr. Rimbaud."

Yukimura noticed that Masami didn't shy away from using the word "lover".He glanced at Yami, but saw her calm appearance again, it was hard to imagine that she would be a person who likes otaku culture.

The huge age difference between Rimbaud and Verlaine, the same gender, and the passionate and crazy sadomasochism made them a pair of famous lovers in modern French history.

This made Yukimura inevitably think of what Yanagi Renji had "kindly" reminded him of -- all the stories he had to tell between him and the tennis club members of the school/schools that had been circulated on the campus BBS.

But in fact, Masami is only affected by the environment she grew up in. In her heart, falling in love has nothing to do with gender.

"I didn't expect you, Nagasawa, to be able to speak French. I'm a little surprised." Yukimura had thought about learning another language before, but he was still considering what to learn.

Masami scratched her head in embarrassment, "In fact, my father is French, and I spent a long time in France when I was a child."

"Daily conversations are barely okay, but the deeper ones are not." She continued to explain, after all, it has been eight or nine years since she returned to China.The reason why she could recite that passage of poems was entirely because she also liked to read the poems of those two people on weekdays.

"France, that sounds very romantic."

"It's okay..." Yami hesitated for a moment, with an indescribable expression on her face.

Yukimura's heart sank, thinking she thought of her family again.But Kyoto...he doesn't have a discharge permit now, so he can't go anywhere, let alone travel from Tokyo to Kyoto, even if he takes the Shinkansen, it will take a day to go back and forth.

"Well... there's a question I've wanted to ask for a long time." Yukimura closed the book and turned to look at Masami.

"It's okay, you can ask."

"Where...where were you when you disappeared?"

"...I don't know either." Yami tilted her head and thought for a while, a little confused.

"I just remember that everything around me is very dark... most of the time I just fell asleep, sometimes I can hear some movement from your side, but only occasionally..."

Yami was originally sitting sideways on the blanket, but after a long time she felt that her posture was a bit stiff, so she moved her body and continued.

"It's like... uh, that old-fashioned phone, with a feeling of unstable signal..."

The author has something to say: Today is the Gregorian calendar, and I have to go to class during the day and go out in the afternoon.If I can come back at night, I will try my best to write a chapter. The plot of the next few chapters is almost designed.

There will be some small foreshadowing, you can guess.

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