[Net King] Only you can see me

Time seems to have returned to the day when I "woke up" from my body.The difference is that Qianchuan Muhe is not as confused and frightened as that day.

This is also due to Yukimura, who spent the most uncomfortable days with her.

She stood alone in her ward.The family hired a nurse for her, an aunt in her 50s and [-]s, who was gently wiping her body.

She closed her eyes, held her breath, let her thoughts stretch, and her hearing gradually became more sensitive. She could hear the patient's painful wailing, the sound of the elevator running, and the voice of the person she wanted to hear.

The hysterical roar made people uncomfortable.

Is it because you are not satisfied with the result of the game?Or is it the self-blame and disgust for myself who can only look at this ranking and is powerless?

It's okay, Yukimura.

In no time, you'll be back on the court.

Qian Chuanmuhe moved his increasingly uncontrollable "body", floated up tremblingly, and couldn't help but go to that familiar place.

There were people coming and going in the corridor, and every time someone passed through, the soul and body felt a chill.

Obviously, I didn't feel anything before, so it really didn't work?

After finally going through the door, he stabilized his body and walked to the bed.

Yukimura was sitting on the bed, gripping the sheets tightly with both hands until his fingers turned blue.

Qian Chuanmuhe rubbed his somewhat stiff wrist before barely lifting it up.

and then?

Seeing his hand passing through Yukimura's shoulder, and getting cold hands, Qianchuan Muhe was stunned for a moment.

"Well, it really doesn't work..."

She moved her fingers twice, laughing at herself.

She looked around, thinking about something.

With a casual glance, his eyes fell on the poetry collection.

There is Yukimura's mobile phone.

Then look at his own five fingers that are similar to the water pattern.

Recently, her condition has become worse and worse. On the contrary, she has become more and more like a legendary ghost, and various strange abilities have appeared one after another.

There's nothing wrong with fiddling with a phone.

When your fingers touch the screen of the phone, there is a slight sense of electric current flowing through the fingers, which is much smaller than last time and feels much better.

She collected herself, manipulated the phone consciously, and opened the music list, there were only a few songs in it.

Looking at those names, Qianchuan Muhe softened his face.

On the list of less than ten songs, there are two that she is very familiar with - "Amazing Grace" and "Song of the Four Seasons", which she sang not long ago.

With a thought, the music sounded.

It is a song that is rarely heard in the list. The tune is soothing and melodious.

The music sounded suddenly, Yukimura recovered from his own thoughts, turned his head, and stared blankly at the mobile phone that suddenly played the song.

He shook his head, his expression was sometimes puzzled and sometimes blank.

He frowned, reached for the phone, and whispered to himself: "What did you forget..."

Qian Chuanmuhe withdrew his hand, stared at his tangled face, and smiled helplessly.

She knew from the moment he woke up that he had forgotten everything about her.

In fact, this is also good, some things are like a dream, and occasionally you will be inexplicably melancholy when you wake up from the dream, but after all, a person will not be sad for a long time because of a dream that he can't remember clearly.

If you forget it, just forget it, treat it as a dream, and she doesn't want him to remember it.

Turning around, the daisy on the windowsill bloomed many small white flowers, simple and lovely.

She floated to the daisy and stood still.

The sun was very strong outside, and the streets below were full of people and traffic.The world is still the same as before, and it will not change because one person forgets another.

Chikawa Muwa is the same as when he first met Yukimura, curled up next to Daisy every day, looking at Yukimura or the scenery.I will also be with my parents when they come to the hospital.

Yukimura is working hard on rehabilitation exercises, and it can be seen that he really wants to get well soon, and then stand on the court to regain the honor he deserves.

Watching him fall and get up awkwardly, she couldn't do anything.But as long as she was with him and watched him get better, she would also feel very happy.

Yukimura recovered quickly, and with his persistence day after day, he finally fully recovered.

Qianchuan Muwa stood beside the pot of daisies, watching Yukimura pick it up, his eyes were full of soft light.

"Let's go."

Yukimura's mother stood at the door and called him, with a gentle smile on her face.

"it is good."

Like the last time he was discharged from the hospital, Yukimura walked out holding flowers.

Qian Chuanmuhe watched him go out, but unlike last time, she didn't follow him out.

She said she would be with him when he was afraid.

Now he has become that Yukimura who "disappeared while talking and laughing", and with her company, it is time to say goodbye.

Yukimura didn't look back, the boy's back was still thin, but his steps were steady, each step was confident and elegant.

There is a long road ahead of him, and the road is full of light.

He turned around and left all the darkness he had experienced before behind him.

Including the one struggling in the dark.

The nurse slowly closed the door, blocking the slender figure in the corridor.

"Goodbye, Yukimura."

She happily waved at his back, even though she knew in her heart that he couldn't see or hear anything, and didn't even know her existence.

The days began to become peaceful, and the feeling of soul and body also became numb.

From time to time she slipped into a state of unconsciousness, and when she regained consciousness it was another day.

She huddled beside her bed, unable to open her eyes, only her ears could still hear the sound.

The mother was talking to her: "Dr. Hatoyama also came here this time to perform an operation on another child. I heard that the operation was successful and he is recovering well. The child is about your age. I met him in the corridor a few times. He's a very gentle kid. He's a good tennis player and you can meet him if you're awake."

Makino also came, and whispered in her ear, "We won the first prize in the chorus competition, but it's a pity that Muhe didn't go. You practiced that song "Amazing Grace" for so long, and I feel a little regretful."

Her voice dropped a little, and then raised again: "Fortunately, I asked someone to help record it for you, and I will start preparing for the next semester's competition songs again. Get well soon, Muhe, we are all here waiting for you."

Then, the very familiar song came to my ears, and dozens of girls sang it, which was very shocking.

Qian Chuanmuhe reluctantly opened his eyes, seeing his mother secretly wiping tears, Makino's eyes were also red.

Turning her head to look, the electronic calendar shows that today is August [-]th, and she continues to sleep.

Time passed quickly in her half-dream and half-awake state.

She noticed the date every time she woke up, and when she finally woke up again, it was August 22 on the calendar.

She knew that the national competition started with NO.17.

Missed it?

She managed to float up, floated out the door, floated through the corridor, and floated downstairs.

The street was deserted, and it was the end of the day.

She wandered from street to street, and finally found what she had been looking for for a long time in a dilapidated corner - half a torn sports weekly newspaper, dated NO.20, and there was a small box in the lower right corner, which read The date of the Japan junior high school tennis national championship finals.

23 number.

The participating team has Li Haida's name impressively.

She breathed a sigh of relief, and she had caught up.

Following the location given in the newspaper, she looked for the location on the map that she had finally seen.

Turn a street, swing across a river, float across an intersection.

The stars set and the sun rises.

After an unknown amount of time, she finally found her destination.

Stand at the top of the step seating and look down.

The people in the khaki uniforms on the court are very conspicuous.

She knew she was really catching up.