Yukimura's shadow

Speaking of it... the heroine and Shizi are like lily...

☆、Cruel Tenderness ([-])

The sunset casts its last rays,

The evening wind shakes the pale water lilies;

Huge water lilies, among the reeds

Shining mournfully on the calm waters.

With my wounds, along the pond,

Roaming alone among the willows,

The confused night fog reveals a

huge white ghost, it

die, weep, sound like a mallard

——Paul Verlaine, "A Passionate Walk"

seven years ago.

Tokyo Kanai General Hospital.

The sunlight poured down from the clouds, passing through the tall trees in the courtyard, casting mottled light and shadow on the white porcelain wall.A group of migratory birds flew by in the sky, and occasionally there were one or two birdsong.As the breeze blew by, the reddish maple leaves swayed, bringing the light and shadow on the wall to sway too.

The boy raised his hand and turned slightly sideways, trying to avoid the dazzling light.The sun shone, making his face paler.Her purple-blue hair hung loosely, fluttering gently in the wind.He closed his eyes lightly, his slender eyelashes trembling slightly, leaving a light shadow on his eyelids, calm and handsome.

He stood blankly in front of the window in a blue hospital gown, pursed his thin lips, his face was pale and indifferent, no sadness or joy could be seen.

There was a light knock on the door behind him, he unconsciously moved his ears, lowered his hands in front of his eyes, but he didn't have the desire to turn around, he just stared at the potted plants on the window sill, as if the potted plants were blooming on the pothos. A little elf is coming.

Probably because he knew how he would react, after three clicks, he clicked and turned the handle, the door was gently pushed open, and a middle-aged woman walked in.Her appearance was somewhat similar to that of the young man, she was dressed plainly, she was holding a food box in her hand, and she walked cautiously, as if she was afraid of disturbing him.

She gently closed the door, went to the bed and put the food box on the cabinet, sat on the chair, unwrapped the outermost layer of sky blue floral cloth, and opened the thermal food box layer by layer. The delicate fragrance gradually diffused in the room.

"Jingshi, it's time to eat."

Seeing that he hadn't moved for a long time, Yukimura Kyoko reminded him softly, her voice was very gentle, but she also concealed her exhaustion.She gently took the chopsticks out of the cutlery box and put them on the chopstick rest. The small wooden chopsticks made a light click when they touched the chopstick rest.

That sound seemed to touch some switch, the boy turned his head, and the alternation of sunlight and shadows slowly transitioned on his face.He slowly moved two steps, the direct sunlight faded, as if returning to the mortal world from a holy place.

His gaze silently swept across the food box beside the bed. On the sky-blue floral cloth was a solid wooden box with lacquer red carvings. The box contained elaborate dishes, and each layer had a different pattern.He narrowed his gaze slightly, making it hard for people to see through his thoughts.

After a long time, he raised his head and pulled out a forced smile.His voice was a little hoarse, as if he had cried for a long time, and it seemed that he hadn't spoken for a long time.

"Mom, I want to go home."

-

Two in the afternoon.

He changed his clothes, folded the hospital gown, and carefully placed it on the hospital bed.After everything was packed, he straightened up and sighed.

Suddenly, he caught a glimpse of the green radishes on the windowsill, and couldn't help but walk over and pick up the kettle to serve them.The slender fingers are gently tumbling among the green leaves, and the thin water is slowly pouring down from the shower. The water droplets hit the leaves, and then slowly merge together along the veins of the leaves, and finally extend along the drooping branches. .

"Flower of life..."

He gently folded off a leaf and slowly held it up to his eyes.The water droplets on the edge of the leaves shone dazzlingly under the sunlight, and the veins became transparent and clear.

Green radish, with strong vitality, will grow when it meets water.But it should not be kept in direct sunlight - such as here.

"... Will he die?" He murmured and put the kettle back to its original place, when there was a sudden knock on the door behind him.

"Mr. Yukimura?"

female voice.unfamiliar.

He thought it was a nurse, but turned around and saw a woman in a white coat.She stood at the door, with her long chestnut hair hanging obediently behind her back. Seeing Yukimura looking over, she tilted her head slightly and showed a sweet smile.

"Ready? Your mother is waiting for you."

-

There is always a lingering smell of disinfectant in the corridors of the hospital.

It is strong, unpleasant, and constantly stimulates people's nerves, making people desperate to stay awake.

White walls, white floors, doctors and nurses in white clothes, and patients in light blue hospital gowns staggering back and forth with their heavy bodies.

As far as the field of vision is concerned, everything is so clean and pale.

Dr. Okubo was walking beside him, his high heels tapping the floor rhythmically, as if with mysterious magic power, but mixed with the sound of the wheels rolling under his small suitcase, it became a bit harsh.

Yukimura Seiichi once again subconsciously slowed down, the hand holding the suitcase clenched tightly, and then let go.

When going out, the female doctor once wanted to help him carry the suitcase, but he declined.

No matter what... I won't be reduced to the point where I can't even take this kind of thing... right?

"Give way! Make way!" Suddenly there was an urgent cry from behind, and when he was in a daze, Okubo stretched out his hand and pulled him aside.

Several doctors and nurses rushed out of the corner of the corridor pushing a steel frame bed, and the rollers bearing the huge weight rubbed against the floor making an extremely harsh sound.A man and a woman trailed behind, sobbing and supporting, and kept chasing after them.

"Be careful." When they passed by, Okubo protected him back again.Yukimura Seiichi felt a gust of wind blowing towards his face, and by the way, Dr. Okubo's long hair was blown, and the soft hair brushed past his cheeks, with a faint lemon fragrance different from that of the hospital.

them…

"Twelfth floor, please give way to the elevator!"

Yukimura pursed his lips.He glanced at the floor plan posted on the wall beside him.

Twelfth floor, emergency room.

The place where he just came down two days ago.

The emergency elevator was quickly opened.But what they were waiting for hadn't come yet.

The moment the elevator door was closed, the corridor returned to its original state—no, it should be said that it hasn't changed much.The old man in the wheelchair still slowly pushed the wheel to prevent the nurse from intervening; the little children chased and made noise, and were scolded by the sister nurse they met by chance, sticking out their tongues and continuing to play.

Someone supported his infusion stand and slowly moved to a bench not far from Yukimura, where a middle-aged man with a bald head was sitting, and he seemed to be resting with his eyes closed.

"What happened?" The visitor casually pulled out a recent magazine from the bookshelf beside him, and sat down on a chair.

"Just another one." The middle-aged man still closed his eyes, and his tone was extremely flat, as if he was talking about something serious.

Yukimura lowered his head, looked at his hands and wondered what he was thinking.

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After the get out of class bell rang, Mr. Ishikawa quickly ended his lecture.

The students passed by the podium to say goodbye to him one after another. He smiled and nodded one by one, and then continued to pack his teaching aids.

Someone came up to the podium.

"Teacher, I'm sorry, I'll take the brush." ​​Said Yukimura, smiled apologetically, and then reached out to get the blackboard brush on the podium.

Upon hearing this, Mr. Ishikawa stopped what he was doing, took the blackboard brush and handed it to him.Then he turned sideways and frowned slightly, leaning his fat body against the edge of the desk, his eyes full of concern under a pair of thick glasses. "You are on duty today? Why don't the monitor coordinate?"

"Squad leader?" As he spoke, he was about to call for the squad leader who hadn't had time to leave, but Yukimura stopped him.

The squad leader looked at them in a daze, and finally left hesitantly under Yukimura's signal.

"Well... don't be so troublesome." The young man's voice was still as clear as jade, accompanied by the cicadas singing outside the window, he was indescribably freehand. "I can still do this kind of thing."

He turned his back to the teacher and walked to the end of the podium, so that Teacher Ishikawa didn't notice the strangeness on his face for a moment.

"That's it." Teacher Ishikawa paused, and then smiled with relief, all the traces of time on his face were wrinkled together.He patted the table, turned around and took the satchel on his back, "I've always been very optimistic about you."

Saying so, he let out a long breath.In the classroom at this time, only him and Yukimura Seichi were left.

Before leaving, he came to Yukimura's side and patted him on the shoulder twice.Yukimura Seiichi looked back at him, and he just nodded with a smile.

"Don't push yourself too hard."

"...Well. Thank you teacher for your concern."

He was the only one left in the empty classroom, and he worked seriously up and down with the blackboard brush, his eyes focused almost devoutly.For a while, only the constant chirping of cicadas and a swishing sound could be heard outside the window.

"Hey, as expected of Yukimura, even if he didn't come to school for two days, his popularity will only increase!"

Kosaburo Mori stared at the love letters scattered all over the floor in front of him, thinking about his empty cabinet all year round gave him a headache.Obviously, he is also very handsome, but it is a pity that the little girls nowadays prefer these juniors, do they have any vision?

Just now, he just happened to pass by the storage area of ​​the second grade, and when he saw Yukimura, he planned to come over and say a few words of concern.Unexpectedly, as soon as he walked in front of him, he saw that as soon as Yukimura opened the locker, stacks of love letters slid out directly, and Yukimura who was standing right in front was smashed right on the ground.

He couldn't help even whistling.

Yukimura blinked, although the time was short, Mori Kosaburo could still see that his brain was a little off.

Yukimura knelt down and picked up all the letters, then opened his satchel and began stuffing them.

"Eh? Do you want to put all of them in?" Mori Kosaburo took a look into the cabinet, and there were indeed a lot.

"Ah."

"Can't fit it?"

"Put as much as you can. It's a wish anyway, so you can't just throw it away." As he said this, the corners of his eyes were stained with a smile, which almost stunned Mori Kosaburo.

"No... As expected of Yukimura." He was speechless, not knowing exactly what he was feeling.

Yukimura Seichi ignored him, and when it was full, he changed his indoor shoes and put them in, then closed the cabinet door.

"Let's go." He picked up the tennis bag and walked out, Mori Kosaburo followed lazily with his head in his hands.

"Where?"

"Ministry work."

"I just ran away—wait, what did you say?"

"You still want to participate in club work?" Mori Kosaburo grabbed him with a very serious expression. "You haven't explained to us what happened the other day!"

"Yukimura, don't force yourself."

The author has something to say: I seem to... write this kind of depressing stuff quite easily... although I wrote that paragraph of hundreds of words for three days...

I don’t know if it’s because of my brain problem. I feel that the writing of the master and the female doctor is cp233, but in fact... the master is 13 years old at this time (let me complain about the original work), and the doctor is on the way to the third.

The lady doctor who appeared in this chapter is from the movie "Today Is Goodbye". Visually, this will be the most comprehensive one in this article, and the male second will also be born from it (no surprise that the male second and the female lead have no emotional entanglements!!! I was afraid that there would be calls for the male second to be with the master...)

☆、Cruel Tenderness ([-])

My life is nothing but gentle madness

There is a sea in my eyes,

I don't want to be blue.

— Arthur Rimbaud

What happened a few days ago was something no one expected.

It was rare for him to participate in a club job, when everyone was still training for running.As he was running, he was thinking about when it would be better to run away. A sudden noise woke him up. He kicked the person in front of him and almost fell, but the person didn’t react at all, as if he didn’t notice at all. Same.

He raised his head, and saw Yukimura lying on the runway, with pale lips and frowning unconscious.

This wasn't the first time they saw Yukimura faint.

A month ago, a similar situation happened, but Yukimura was conscious at that time. They sent him to the hospital in Kanagawa. The doctor only said it was a bad cold.

Yukimura stayed in the hospital for an infusion, and after they called his family, Sanada dismissed him.

After leaving the hospital, King Ni insisted. "That doctor must have hidden his words and only told the minister. Pfft."

"So what happened that day?!"

Yukimura seldom saw such an expression on Mori Kosaburo's face, his eyes were focused and his brows were furrowed.In my memory, although this senior is a bit cold, he actually has a temper similar to that of Nioh, and because of his good strength, he often skips training and is lazy. Yukimura actually doesn't have much time to contact him.

"Thank you for your concern, senior. It's really all right." He smiled and pushed Mori Kosaburo's hand off his shoulder.

"You kid, even though you have become a minister, you still rely on your seniors occasionally—"

"It's nothing... but senior, he escaped training for several days, and I caught you today, you can't escape." Yukimura still grabbed his wrist, showing a sly smile.

If Mori Kosaburo hadn't revealed himself just now, he wouldn't have known about it.He stayed alone in the hospital these two days, but he didn't have time to care about the tennis club.

"..." Mori Kosaburo looked at his wrist, opened his mouth, and suddenly felt that the few words of concern just now seemed a bit superfluous.

Tuesday's practice is basic training.

Yukimura took Mori Kosaburo to the tennis court, and the appearance of either of these two people was not within the expected range.

"Didn't I send you a text message to ask you to take a good rest?" Sanada took a step forward, standing in front of Yukimura, like a hill, with a straight face, holding his tennis racket upside down.

He was already taller than his peers, so he looked even more majestic, so scared that Mori Kosaburo, who was about to slip away, moved back quietly.

Just kidding, he firmly believes that in terms of size, height and strength alone, even though he is a junior, Sanada will definitely be able to completely abuse him.He's not asking for trouble.

Not far away, King Ni laughed unceremoniously at his senior, but he pulled Yagyu Hiroshi who had just turned into the tennis club and stood there without any intention of getting close.

Marui draped Kuwahara's shoulders, sizing up the few people in front of him with eyes, chewing gum non-stop.

"Do you think I'll listen to you?" Yukimura was sitting on a bench checking his shoelaces.After checking, he stood up and smiled, the answer was obvious.

He stretched out his hand to pat Sanada's shoulder, and the black-faced man couldn't hold back the deliberate scolding expression on his face.

"Don't worry, I know my own body. It's almost time, Genichiro, let's gather." He threw his coat over his shoulders, as if it was no different from usual.

"Yukimura, don't push yourself too hard."

Sanada took a deep look at him, turned around and walked towards the center of the field, calling for the assembly.

Jackal Kuwahara took his own piglet and followed Sanada's direction.As Marui was walking, the gum bubble popped open with a "snap", he sucked it back and murmured, "Wow, Vice Minister Sanada's expression is so scary, but the minister didn't respond at all—as expected of the minister Ah, right Kuwahara?"

"Well...Wen Tai, be careful, there is a ball under your feet."

Yukimura was still paying attention to the situation in the arena, but suddenly turned his head to look at Kosaburo Mori. The latter, who was about to run away, groaned in his heart, and reacted quickly to change the subject.

"Where's An Yuan? Those third-year juniors don't intend to quit the department, do they?" He had a righteous face and concealed it very well.

This is an important issue. If it was before the change, Seiichi Yukimura would not have cared too much about it, but now...if he leaves by himself, without the coercion of his seniors...can Sanada and Yanagi handle it...

But the problem that didn't happen will never be answered, and he almost only reacted for a second or two before leaving the question behind.

It is important to do business.

He turned to call Liu Lian'er who was still making work records.

"Lian Er, how many days has senior Maori skipped training?"

"This week is the first day, but last week is the fourth day." Liu Lian Er opened her mouth to say it, but she was still staring at the assembled people to check their attendance.

"Is that so..." Yukimura smiled ambiguously, but that smile seemed somewhat dark in the eyes of Mori Kosaburo.

Hey... Hey, Yukimura, your back is blooming!

"Senior is about to go to school. It's not good if you don't strengthen your training. What should you do if you are looked down upon by the coach in high school--Lianji, has the training menu for Senior Maori been upgraded?"

"It's already settled."

"Then let's start implementing it today." This is more than half of the previous content.

"..." Mori Kosaburo on the side was dumbfounded watching the interaction between the two.

Hey, I don't know when you guys made me a new plan!

"That's because seniors are always skipping training!" Seemingly seeing through Mori Kosaburo's heart, Liu Lianer answered the words bluntly, and he felt resentful when he thought of the lack of data about Mao Li's seniors in his hands.

"Ah, I'm really scared of you." Mori Kosaburo rubbed his curly hair feebly, then got up and walked slowly towards the assembly line.

Yukimura looked at his calm appearance, and kindly reminded him later.

"Senior, don't push yourself too hard."

Mori Kosaburo staggered, this kid... is holding a grudge?Must be, right?

He snorted coldly, "You underestimate me too."

Men, how can you be said no?

-

Wednesday, basic training and practice games.

Yukimura still finished his basic training today, and after a practice match, he took a step ahead because the art department had to report.

Watching his back going away, Sanada walked to Liu with a dark face.

"See what?"

"Running was 2.3 seconds slower than usual yesterday, my hands shook twelve times during swing training, and I dropped two balls during serving training." Liu Lianer tapped on her notebook, on which was written Yukimura's recent abnormality.

"It's about the same today. I shook my hands ten times and lost four balls."

"Just run. The others are mistakes he never made before." Sanada tugged at the brim of his hat.

"Yes, and..." Liu glanced at Bunta who just woke up on the bench beside him and was acting coquettishly asking Kuwahara for a cake, "Although today ended quickly, it is obvious that he relies on tricks like Yips more than before —his stamina is declining."

"Maybe he has noticed that we are suspicious." That's why he slipped away under the pretense of going to the art department.

"What's wrong?" Sanada frowned.

"I don't know much about medicine. I don't have enough information so I can't deduce it." Liu Lian'er said lightly, her slightly opened eyes revealing a bit of sharpness.

Sanada clicked his tongue irritably, but there was nothing he could do.From childhood to adulthood, Yukimura planned to hide things from him, but he never found out.Even if he finally found out, Yukimura did not intend to hide it from him anymore.

I'm a little frustrated...

"He is irresponsible to himself!" He hummed, and Liu Lian'er reached out and patted his shoulder to express his relief.

"It will always be found out."

The two looked at each other, both feeling a little headache.Suddenly, a clear voice sounded behind the two of them.

"...Maybe, I think...I know what that is."

In sunlight, the flat lens is slightly reflective.

----

Yukimura Mikuri is still in the second grade of elementary school this year.

But she could vaguely feel that the atmosphere at home was a bit different recently.

At dinner that day, my brother didn't come back.Mom and Dad hurried out as soon as they answered the phone, leaving her and the little bear at home alone.She couldn't fall asleep without her brother's bedtime stories.

My brother is in the hospital.

Brother is home.

When they came back, Shili happened to be out of school not long ago.She ran to the door, hugged her brother's leg and asked him what happened, but his brother just patted her head without saying a word.Her mother glared at her, and she could only obediently hide all the doubts in her heart.

After my brother came home, he never told her a bedtime story.

"Shili, you are already a big girl. You can't keep pestering my brother, he is also very tired from training every day." She looked at her mother who was standing at the door of the bedroom and was about to turn off the light. Although she was a little bit reluctant, she still obeyed lie down. "Okay, good night Mom."

Good night, Bear.

Good night, brother.

My brother is still as beautiful as before, but there seems to be something different.When he was eating, he often couldn't hold his chopsticks steadily, and the speed of going down the stairs became slower and slower, and his mother covered the easel in the study with a cloth.Obviously her brother's room is next door to hers, but she saw her brother less and less often - he locked himself in the room and wouldn't let anyone in.

Mom bought a delicious pudding today. Although my brother didn't come out to eat, my mother still told her to leave one for him.She nodded obediently, but still couldn't help watching her mother put the pudding back into the refrigerator - she promised to be fine in the afternoon, but when she was woken up in the middle of the night, she couldn't fall asleep anyway.

How about I send it to my brother and ask him for half of it!Brother is so kind to me, he will definitely agree!

Thinking of this, the little girl couldn't help cheering, she got up neatly and put on her shoes, fearing that her mother would find out, so she didn't turn on the light.However, the moment she just opened the door, she heard a muffled sound from the stairs.

In the dark night, the figure walked back and forth on the stairs, like a ghost.

The little girl slammed the door shut in fright, then hurriedly crawled back to her bed, grabbed the little bear and hugged her tightly.

She saw...the man who kept falling and getting up on the stairs...was her brother.

The author has something to say: the next chapter... well, maybe the heroine will be released for a stroll.Then let Brother Cun honestly go back to the hospital

☆, make a decision

my eternal soul

watching your heart

Even though the night is lonely

Burning by day

— Arthur Rimbaud

Yukimura-kun, Yukimura-kun?

He has been hearing a female voice in his sleep recently.But when he woke up, he found nothing.

The direction of life seems to be farther and farther away from his original plan.

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Today is the fourth day of discharge from the hospital.

There is some rain in the sky.He and Sanada each held an umbrella and walked side by side without saying a word.He guessed that Sanada probably already noticed his strangeness, but subconsciously he still wanted to keep silent.He held the corner of his lips, trying to maintain his original posture.

After saying goodbye as usual, he watched Sanada disappear around the corner of the street, and his tense nerves gradually relaxed.He was standing at the gate of his own courtyard, and just about to take a step, a sudden numbness came from his calf, coupled with the wet and slippery floor, he almost fell down.

It's okay, it's okay.

He meditated in his heart, and after the numbness gradually faded away, he slowly bent down to pick up the umbrella that fell on the ground, and walked towards his door.

And where he had no time to take care of, Sanada pursed his lips to take a panoramic view of this scene.

"I'm back." He put away the umbrella and hung it at the door. After changing his shoes, he walked into the house with a tennis bag on his back.My younger sister, Mikuri Yukimura, was sitting on the stove table in the living room doing homework, while my grandmother and mother were busy in the kitchen.

"Brother, brother... Welcome home." Shi Li called him, and for some reason there was a trace of panic in her tone.

"Yeah." Yukimura Seiichi nodded with a smile, but didn't notice anything unusual about his sister.After a brief greeting with his family members, he went back to his room.At the same time as the door was closing, Shili heard her mother sigh in the kitchen.

She subconsciously looked towards her brother's room, only seeing the closed door.It's like... one door, two worlds.

After dinner, my mother went to pack her things, while Yukimura Seichi was dragged into the study by his father and talked for a long time.Shi Li watched the two of them go in, feeling a little guilty about what he was going to do next.She knew she couldn't hide it from her brother—but she didn't intend to hide it either.

After Yukimura Seiichi returned to his room, he soon realized something was wrong.

"Where's my tennis bag?" He held on to the door frame, panting, with a look of anxiety on his face.The originally beautiful hair looked very messy at this time, and even the home clothes on her body were a little untidy.

Shili is drawing in the living room.Hearing this, she raised her head, the pencil in her hand was tightly clenched due to nervousness.

"I...I threw it away for you."

"What did you say?!" Yukimura widened his eyes, clenched his fists, and his shoulders trembled slightly.He hurried down the stairs.

Shi Li wrinkled her nose, a little frightened, she had never seen such a brother.Immediately she put down her pencil and yelled back.

"What's the matter! Didn't you change a lot of hobbies before? If it's harmful to your health, then just change another hobby?" If she hadn't pestered her brother to learn painting, I'm afraid it would have been a long time ago. It's not my brother's hobby...

Shili's words stabbed hard into his chest like a knife.He looked at the younger sister who was almost half shorter than himself, and wanted to refute but couldn't open his mouth—because the former Yukimura Seichi was indeed a guy who loved the new and hated the old.He has had many hobbies and given up many...but tennis...

"Tennis is different."

He lowered his head and murmured, then without looking at her, he rushed into the courtyard, no matter how Shi Li shouted from behind, he didn't look back.

The rain gradually increased.Tick-tock hit the eaves, and then slid down.

Yukimura squatted on the ground, rummaging in the garbage sorting corner, the light on the corridor that he hastily turned on flickered steadily for a few times before it stabilized.A thin layer of rain drifted into the corridor and hit his back, and a large water stain soon appeared on the cotton clothes.

His tennis bag was hidden behind several garbage bags by Shili. Fortunately, Japan does a good job of sorting garbage, and there are only some traces of dust on it.With trembling hands, he picked it up and held it in his arms, wanting to cry but couldn't.

"Brother..." Shi Li chased him out and stood on the corridor, panicked and at a loss.She shouted timidly, feeling more and more frightened.She obviously just... doesn't want to see her brother so sad.

"do not come!"

The rain was rolling down from the eaves. It was clearly just Zhongqiu, but it made Shili feel cold and bone-chilling.

"Brother, brother..."

After a long time, Yukimura's emotions gradually calmed down. He slowly stood up from the ground with his tennis bag in his arms, and Shili took two steps back unconsciously. Indifference and disdain.

"And what do you know?"

-

Yukimura Mikuri was frightened and cried.

Crying all the way, she ran upstairs and returned to her room, and her mother chased after her, but she couldn't persuade her no matter what.Yukimura Seiichi also felt upset, so he simply put on a coat, picked up his tennis bag and was about to go outside.

Kyoko, who was still standing on the stairs, looked at her daughter's closed door, and at her son who was changing shoes, feeling a little exhausted.

"Jingshi..."

"Let him go for a walk, I've already talked to him." My father also came out of the study at some point, holding an empty coffee cup in his hand, leaning against the stairs, with a somewhat disapproving tone. "Could you pour me some more coffee?"

"Ah..." Kyoko sighed, told Yukimura Seichi at the entrance to bring an umbrella, then took the cup in his hand, and smirked towards Shili's room, "Then go and see your daughter." .”

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The closer to winter, the earlier Kanagawa gets dark.

The rainwater was beating tirelessly on the umbrella surface, and the splashed muddy water stained a lot on his trousers.

Yukimura Seiichi stood at the school gate holding an umbrella, looking at the locked gate, only then did he realize how stupid he was.He originally wanted to go to the tennis court, but he forgot that the school closed early at night during the winter schedule.

"...so cold."

He glanced at the thin layer of home clothes he was wearing under his coat, and once again felt that he might have made an unwise decision.

But... It seems that I still don't want to go home.

He walked to a nearby bus stop and sat down, the bench not getting wet because of the rain cover.There is a light in the shed, and when it is sunny, many moths will gather on it, and it will be cleaner only when it rains.

Yukimura-kun?

He heard someone calling him that, but when he looked up he saw nothing.

Yukimura-kun...

Yukimura Seiichi raised the corners of his mouth playfully, and looked around from the corner of his eye calmly.He has always been an atheist, and he especially likes to make up some ghost stories about the school flower house to scare his members. He is not afraid of any ghosts...but now...

The night sky was as black as ink, the drizzle was endless, there were few pedestrians on the street, and the dim yellow tone of the street lamps gave people a creepy feeling.

But that voice disappeared, just like before, was it a prank or an auditory hallucination?

Yukimura pursed his lips tightly, looking a little displeased.Suddenly the phone in his pocket vibrated, startling him.He took it out and saw that the caller ID was Genichiro Sanada.

He hesitated for two seconds, but the phone still rang tirelessly.

The overhead light seemed to be in poor contact, the light flickered several times, and even his shadow swayed along with it.But his attention was all on the phone, so naturally he couldn't see any slight changes in his shadow.

It seemed that someone sat down beside him, but in fact, a gust of night wind made him shiver uncontrollably.

Finally he pressed the answer button.

Sanada's voice came from the other end, and he skipped the phone etiquette anxiously.

"Where are you?"

"Huh?" Yukimura responded inexplicably, and compared with Sanada, he looked very calm.

"Auntie called my house and said that you ran away from home and asked me to come to you - if I guessed correctly, you should be at school?" Sanada was also a little noisy, as if he was not at home.

runaway……

"I just came out to relax." Yukimura Seiichi was a little helpless, he pinched the strap of the tennis bag on his shoulder, "Have you gone out?"

"Well, I'm walking towards the school."

"That's it." Yukimura looked up at the nearby shops that were still lit, and thought for a while, "Then come here, I'll wait for you at the station, I have something to tell you."

"Griberi disease?" Sanada's heart skipped a beat, and without holding back his words for a moment, Liu, who was walking beside him, opened his eyes and glared at him once.

"Renji is with you?" Yukimura said suddenly.

"How do you know?" The two of them were really surprised.

"Probably he can guess it. Four days is enough for him to collect information."

"It's not me, it's Yagyu-san. Yagyu Bilu Shi." Liu Lienji's voice replaced Sanada's.

Yagyu Hiroshi... Yukimura squinted his eyes and thought for a while, vaguely remembering that it was Nioh Masaharu who dug in.I used to belong to the golf club, but my tennis talent is very good—maybe, the tennis club is not inseparable from Yukimura Seichi...

Yukimura smiled, but his eyes were a little lonely. "I originally wanted Sanada to call you, it's better to be together. Come on."

In fact, what his father was talking to him tonight was about therapy.

In fact, from the first time he received the medical certificate, the right to decide whether to treat him was not in his own hands.During the few days when he went home to recuperate, his mother listened to the advice of the psychiatrist named Okubo Yuriko and gave him some psychological buffer time.

Griberi’s disease, also known as acute radiculitis, is caused by viral infection, and the incubation period is uncertain, but it only takes two weeks at most from onset to serious illness, and the best treatment period of two weeks is missed, or the nerves are secondary due to fatigue during the period If it is damaged, the consequences will be unimaginable.

If Yukimura Seiichi could only lie in bed and live on a ventilator in the future - he couldn't imagine such a life at all.

He hung up the phone, picked up the umbrella standing aside and opened it again, carried the tennis bag on his back, and walked into the rain.He needs to explore the nearby shops and find a place for them to talk.

It's time to make a decision.

And where he couldn't see, as he got up, someone also stood up,