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A small house, designed like a small bungalow or a Japanese-style wooden house. There are four rooms in the house. They used to be my parents, me, my brother, and a study room, but now I am the only one. live.So the most troublesome thing is-cleaning.It's the weekend tomorrow, and I'm going to start cleaning today.The rooms of parents, mother and younger brother are cleaned very well, no one lives there.When I was about to close the door of my brother's room, I suddenly missed them a little bit.Looking at the already half-black sky through the window, I puffed up my mouth and thought silently in my heart: Mom and Dad, September, how are you in Tokyo?Do you still blame my sister for not going to Tokyo with you in September?Have you missed your sister?

Then I sighed, and finally closed the door of September.Looking at the empty hall, it would be a lie to say that I don't feel lonely, but this is my original decision, and I can't and won't regret it.Just like the sun is willing to give up the dazzling broad stage, so that the beautiful moon has a place to shine. Although I am not the sun, Yukimura is more than just the moon.Thinking of this, I felt relieved again, and smiled happily.

When I finished cleaning the living room, it was already late, and with the good belief of not exhausting myself, I put down the cleaning of my room first, and planned to do it after dinner.Although I only eat alone, I still pay great attention to the combination of meals. This is what I warned my younger brother before, so as an older sister, I must follow it first.After every meal, I will rate my meal in my heart and strive to do better next time. This should also be a virtue of self-entertainment.

When the bright full moon was quietly counting his own thoughts in the sky, the clouds cleared and the whole city was cleanly coated with a layer of gold.Under the blowing night breeze, I finally finished tidying up my room, thinking that tomorrow and the next two days will be relaxing, and the feeling of soreness and tiredness in my body suddenly turns into happiness.I closed the big sliding glass door, and the whole room suddenly became quiet and warm. I leaned on the glass door and looked at Huayue in a daze, missing my relatives far away.

When I drew the curtains and went to the desk, I saw that the small drawer was not locked, revealing a corner of the photo album. I was stunned and took out the photo album.

It was an old photo album, but it could be seen that it was well protected and showed no signs of wear and tear.The purple shell has no patterns and no titles.Under a pair of fair hands, the album was slowly turned.

The first picture: a small boy with purple broken hair swaying in the wind on the green court, holding a tennis racket in his hand. Compared with the petite boy, the tennis racket is particularly abrupt.The straight white lines on the tennis court reveal a sense of persistence. The photo was taken from outside the iron fence. Under the blue sky and in front of the iron fence, the little boy looks extraordinarily cute.Can't help but caress the smooth surface of the photo, showing a silly smile.

The second picture: the young man in a coat with a green forehead on his head, folded his hands on his chest, sitting in the auditorium, staring at his players off the court with serious eyes, without a trace of smile, the whole body There is a bit of bitterness.But there was no need to worry about that game at all. This kind of persistence that would not give up paying attention to the results until the last second still made people feel inexplicable pity when viewed through the photos.

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No. 30: Seven teenagers showed glorious smiles. The purple-haired and white porcelain-skinned man was holding a big golden trophy. He smiled proudly, happily hiding his crystal purple eyes. It's hard to think of his terrifying strength on the field.I really hope to keep this kind of smile until I stop paying attention to you. Once again, my slender fingers couldn't help caressing the person in the photo. The satisfaction in my heart is beyond words.

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No. 60 Eight: Under the stage of the Haiyuan Festival, a handsome and handsome boy in neat school uniform, without a forehead guard, fine purple hair scattered between his brows, exuding a bewitching enchantment.The audience on the side all looked slightly sideways in uneven patterns, not sure if they were watching the unknown performance on the stage or peeping at the handsome young man beside him.He was so proud that, amidst such passionate and admiring eyes, he still watched the stage quietly, without being disturbed in the slightest.Sometimes I can't help but feel annoyed, why I like such a deserted person, is it because of his beauty, or because of his charm that seduces the soul through his eyes.

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After seeing all the photos, I realized that I like Yukimura so much. I knew that I liked him since elementary school, but I never took the initiative to watch his games, and then I was full of admiration He never gives chocolates to express his heart on Valentine's Day, and never feels bad for other girls approaching him.Sometimes this kind of "never" even starts to doubt myself, do I really like a boy named Yukimura Seiichi?

It's just a pity, because every time after careful consideration, the answer is: Yes, I have always loved a boy named Yukimura Seiichi deeply.Because I love you so much, I can’t refuse someone’s invitation to watch a tennis match; because I love you so much, I will accept the photos of him during the game with a smile; because I love you so much, I will pick them up carefully. His photo was accidentally lost by others and he kept it seriously; because of his deep love, he would ask his parents for three years—three years to stay in Kanagawa; also because of his deep love, he was willing to stand behind him silently, Don't possess, don't eat, don't be jealous, don't miss, don't do things that annoy you.

I closed the photo album and carefully put it into the drawer. It was an important corner, hiding my deep love.Looking at the clock on the table, I knew it was getting late, and it seemed that there was no need to do other things, so I turned off the light.When I climbed into bed, I was still used to touching the photo on the bedside table. It was not Yukimura, but a family photo. There were parents who couldn’t see each other all year round, and there was a little smiling and happy self. There is the younger brother who I love the most and loves the most by my side - Chuanhe Jiuyue, good night!

After a day of study and training, Yukimura Seiichi was already very tired, but the warmth of returning home still made him startled, and all the fatigue was fleeting.He has never been a child who demands a lot, he knows how to be satisfied, he knows how to cherish, and of course he knows how to fight for it with his own strength.He is not a real genius. He also needs to put in a lot of hard work in the things he likes to get his current results.He succeeds more and higher than others, just because he knows that the process of hard work can be ever-changing, different ways and means can create different results, and the world is so coincidental, he always knows what way and means can be achieved. Win and claim the name of the Son of God.

"Brother, brother, the day's training was very hard, right? Mom said that I made good soup for my brother. My brother went to put away the schoolbag, and Yuan Yu helped my brother to fill it out." Yukimura Seichi, who had just entered the door, was cute by herself The younger sister hugged her legs, and ran to the kitchen happily after speaking positively.

"Be careful, Yuan Yu, don't fall!" Yukimura loves his younger sister very much, seeing Yuan Yu who is so considerate to him, a warm smile crept up the corner of his mouth unconsciously.

Yukimura Motowa, [-] years old, is a doll-like girl in kindergarten. She has the same beautiful purple hair as Yukimura Seichi, her big round eyes are always watery, and the two touches of blush on her cheeks are always shy. When time emerges, people just take a glance and love it from the heart.

"Yuan Yu, you girl, you are clearly greedy and want to drink soup, and you still say it's for your brother, it's too shameful." From the direction of the kitchen came a gentle voice that could wring out water. Remarks, but without the slightest hint of blame.This is Yukimura Yumi, Yukimura Seichi's mother, a beautiful and gentle woman who can't take her eyes off, and also a good mother and virtuous wife who loves and cares about her family.

"That's not it! Yuan Yu is going to serve my brother, I want to serve my brother." Yukimura Motoyu pouted his pink mouth, puffed up his delicate cheeks, two touches of lovely blush quietly emerged, and he was very impressed. is cute.

"You also said, just now you said you were going to serve mother, whose stomach did that bowl of soup go to now?" Yumi Yukimura pretended to be angry with her hands on her hips, but there was no trace of impatience on her face.

"That... that..." Yukimura Motoha was a little startled. After all, he was a six-year-old child. He still couldn't tell whether his dear mother was teasing him or if he was really angry, and his eyes suddenly became misty, and the two points were crystal clear. Suspiciously shaky.

"Mom, it's okay, Yuan Yu can drink as much as he wants, this proves that mother's cooking skills are great!" Yukimura Seiichi came out of the room and saw Yukimura Motoha's cheeks pink and cute, couldn't help but go up and stop it A provocative little happiness episode.

"Yuan Yu, mom is joking with you! Mom loves Yuan Yu the most, how could she bear to be really angry with Yuan Yu! Mom just doesn't like Yuan Yu lying, so Yuan Yu should tell mom openly , Yuan Yu did this because her mother's soup is so delicious! This way, mother will be very happy!" Jingshi, who had finished speaking to his mother, turned to comfort his little eccentric sister.

"Really...Really?" Yukimura Motoha shivered slightly, looked at his brother and then at his mother.

"Of course it's true, Yuan Yu doesn't believe in brother?"

"Mmm, mom, don't be angry, Yuan Yu lied because she likes mom's soup very much, and Yuan Yu won't do it in the future." Yuan Yu obediently repeated Jingshi's words just now, like a cute doll.

"Well, Yuan Yu is a good boy to tell the truth, so my mother won't be angry. But Yuan Yu must remember that to the people closest to him, lying is a serious crime, whether it is intentional or not, it will hurt those who believe in you and those who love you Yumi Yukimura bent down and patiently taught herself, this little cute woman, her smiling face exudes indescribable beauty.

"Well, Yuan Yu knows, Yuan Yu won't lie anymore, Yuan Yu wants to be a good boy."

"Then Motoha, let's go drink the soup. Didn't you say that you like mother's soup?" Yumi Yukimura patted Yukimura Motoha's small head, then straightened up gracefully.

After Xiao Yuanyu took the order, he blinked his beautiful round eyes, and then happily ran towards the dining table.

"Mama, can I help you with anything?" Seichi rolled up his sleeves, and was about to help Yukimura Yumi wash the vegetables, or pick up the dishes.

"No, you are studying and training all day, and you are very tired. Go watch TV and wait for mom's delicious dinner." Yukimura Seichi also wanted to say that when he was not tired, he was already loved by his gentle mother After walking out of the kitchen, I had no choice but to walk towards the TV with a smile. From time to time, I could hear the sound of my sister drinking soup cheerfully and my mother cutting vegetables in the kitchen. I felt a deep warmth in my heart, and I felt so happy and happy.

In the largest shopping mall in the center of Kanagawa, there are posters of the R Orchestra everywhere, and some young girls in the street will also make cheerful voices after getting tickets for the R Orchestra concert, without the shrill shrillness that girls should have. The sound is like having the happiness of the whole world.It's just that it's very, very possible, very possible - not just girls.

"Great, great, I got the R ticket, I got it. Yay~!"

"Kamio, slow down, you guys know you're fast, but it's not on the court."

"Ishida, you are too slow~! Keep up with the rhythm, keep up with the rhythm, haha~!"

"Kamio, enough is enough. As expected, it is an unwise decision to end training early."

"Yes, Minister." Just now, Kamio Akira, who was still in full swing, turned into a docile kitten instantly like a leopard with its sharp claws after Tachibana Yoshihei's words.

Of course, Kamio is still very happy and almost jumping for joy, but because he is afraid of the majesty of his minister, and even more afraid of the possibility that the minister will not let him go to the concert that day if he is unhappy, so it is right to be obedient.Isn't there an old saying?Those who know current affairs are Junjie.

"Ju, why don't you come with me, I bought two." After seeing his minister put away his serious face and walked forward, Kamio slipped to the back and said to Ju Jiping's younger sister, Ju Ju.

"Well, the exam just ended that day, yes, let's go to see it together! But there are so many people, why don't you go with your brother!" Ju and his brother have a very good relationship. I followed my brother to my brother's school, and then met Kamio, who are very good at tennis—of course, not as good as my brother.Orange thought happily in her heart.

After being thrown to the back, Shenwei hangs down, and the beautiful wine red slightly longer broken hair casts shadows on the entire melon-seeded face, and he said depressedly in his heart: Actually, I want to watch with Ju, two, two, Not three, not one, and not four, five, six or seven!But forget it, as long as Ju is happy.Having figured it out, Kamio raised his head and found that he and the rest of the troops had fallen a long way, and they could barely see the group of people. It was really unkind, Kamio complained bitterly, and then still speeded up helplessly.

The night sky was very bright this night, some people have fallen asleep, some people are still smiling, and some people are waiting for dinner happily. At the age of 15, God will not be stingy with a beautiful story. In dreams, it tells people that the dawn of happiness will always be by their side.