Touched by a ghost, I choose death

After that, surgery with a not-so-high success rate was very successful.Then, with his hard work, the recovery effect was good, and he was able to stand on the green field holding a tennis racket again.Although he lost the first tennis match in his life in the end, his heart was not as heavy as he imagined.

A game that cannot be won is not worthless sometimes, at least let him understand that he still has a long way to go.

Everything seems to be going in a good direction.

However, Yukimura knows very well that no matter how hard he tries to forget one thing, there will always be a clot like air in his heart.As time passed, the clot gradually turned into a long and thin rope, not only did not disappear, but instead tightly bound him.

The fragments of memory seem to be scattered into countless fine dust, which are inhaled unconsciously, and then accumulate in the lungs. As the number increases, it becomes more and more uncomfortable.

Even though she has left now, she already exists deeply in his heart, as if she is integrated with his body.

Nanaya quietly listened to Yukimura's words, the gentle male voice soaked into her heart like water, mixed with a sense of loss, lingering in her heart.

She lowered her head and glanced at the diary in her hand. There were two kinds of different handwriting intertwined on it. After careful identification, one could see that one of them was slightly heavier, and the whole was more elegant.And the other kind is slightly elegant, but the writing style is clear.The former probably belonged to Yukimura, while the latter probably belonged to his sister.

"I believe everything Yukimura-kun said," she raised her eyes and looked at him seriously, "but so what?"

Just as Yukimura was about to speak, the door slightly opened a corner, and then he saw his sister sticking her head out and staring at him with a smile.

"Sorry, I didn't bother you, did I?" She walked over with the plate carefully, but her eyes kept wandering to Qiye.

"If Sister Asahi doesn't like it, I can change it to something else." Haruna Yukimura gently placed a cup of milk tea on the side of the table, her purple-blue eyes were full of sincerity and curiosity.

"Thank you." Qiye nodded to her, took a sip of milk tea.

This milk tea is a bit scary sweet, she calmly put the milk tea back to its original taste.

Yukimura Haruna narrowed her eyes and smiled, apparently not seeing through Nanaya's mind.She originally wanted to stay for a while longer, but found that there was no other excuse to stay any longer, so she walked out with a smile on her face.

Seiichi Yukimura looked at the cup of milk tea on the table that had been left untouched after one sip, and suddenly understood.

The girl in front of me is a bit interesting.Emotions and anger don't easily show up on the face, and most people don't like things, and most of them will politely pretend that they like it after being asked by outsiders, but she neither said that she hates it, nor said she likes it, Just a polite thank you.It can be said that he has his own standards and arrogance, and he is unwilling to deliberately cater to others.It resembles him to a certain extent.

"What do Asahi-san like to drink?" Yukimura asked.

Qiye glanced into the other's deep blue-purple eyes, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart, why the people around him were all human beings, and never missed any small details.

She thought for a while before slowly opening her mouth: "Tea bar? They're all pretty good. If I have to say, my favorite is probably Darjeeling black tea."

In fact, she has drunk a lot of tea, and in her mind, each tea has its own characteristics, and it is difficult to judge which is good and which is bad.My favorite is Darjeeling black tea, which has a fragrant and elegant smell and a delicate and soft taste. It is called "champagne of black tea" for a reason.

"What a coincidence, I also like drinking tea." Yukimura raised the corner of his mouth.

Although his favorite is Yulu, he will not refuse black tea.

Qiye couldn't help but take another look at the boy in front of him.

In the vast world, the probability of meeting people is one in five thousand, and the probability of knowing each other is one in [-] million.

They are all members of the gap between normal and abnormal. They thought they were the only one at the edge of this plate, but they found another person unexpectedly.

She also thought about how great it would be if she could meet someone like herself.It's just that as time passed, she was always alone, so she gradually accepted the cold reality and got used to it.Unexpectedly, when she was disheartened and decided to walk alone, she met him who was also alone, and an indescribable feeling suddenly surged in her heart.

Is it excitement, joy, or surprise?Qiye felt that it was more about seeing each other later.

She's been through the hardest of times, and the guy in front of her is clearly still struggling.As soon as she saw his bitter smile, she couldn't help but think of her previous self.

"It seems that we are similar to a certain extent." The corner of Qiye's mouth curled into an imperceptible arc, and his expression softened.

"I think so too." Yukimura took the words.

Qiye nodded involuntarily.

To be honest, both of them seem to live in an ice shell, it is difficult for the outside world to break in, and outsiders need strict review to stay temporarily.However, the identity of the same kind is like a VIP card, which easily puts aside many strict inspections.

"Then what do you want me to do this time?"

Yukimura Seiichi was about to speak when he heard a light knock on the door, and then the door opened a small crack.

Haruna, you really have a unique interrupting technique.He felt a little helpless: "Qing Nai, what are you here for this time?"

"I, I... Mom asked me to deliver desserts!" Haruna Yukimura blushed instantly.

She really wasn't lying.She and her mother were too curious about what happened upstairs in the living room, and they were too embarrassed to go to the door to eavesdrop. It was embarrassing to be found out, but they still couldn't restrain their beating heart of gossip.

"You go and bring some desserts to brother." Yukimura's mother told her to stuff a plate of desserts into Qingna's hands.

"I just went to deliver milk tea, isn't it good to go again?" Qing Nai said with some distress.

In fact, she is very entangled. On the one hand, like her mother, she is very curious about the relationship between her brother and that girl.If you just want to communicate and study, or discuss community affairs, you don't need to invite them to your home, and you should go to your own room.On the other hand, if she disturbs her frequently, her brother won't say anything on the surface, and she will definitely be dissatisfied in her heart. She doesn't want to make him angry.

"This is also the way of hospitality. Your brother is really serious. He brings people into the room and doesn't prepare anything for others." Yukimura's mother raised her eyebrows, expressing her deep dissatisfaction with her son's poor hospitality.

In fact, mom, you are more curious about what brother is doing.Qing Nai slandered silently, but she didn't dare to expose her mother's seemingly high-sounding but extremely naive thoughts.Although she kept despising her mother's gossip in her heart, she walked towards her brother's room door with a plate in her hands and feet involuntarily...

She just obeyed her mother's orders!

Seiichi Yukimura saw his younger sister's bright red face, with a bit of curiosity mixed with embarrassment, and his heart cleared for a while.

There is a mother who is full of gossip and a younger sister who is full of curiosity at home, and I don't know what to say.He wasn't angry, just a little helpless.

"Just put it here," Yukimura Seiichi paused, showing a seemingly gentle smile, "We will come down later."

So there is no need to always come to inquire about the news.

Yukimura Haruna put the plate on the table, looked around between the two of them, and closed the door reluctantly.

This kind of careful thinking is really hard to escape my brother's fiery eyes.

I have never eaten pork and seen pigs running.According to her experience of watching love dramas for many years, she feels that there is no sour smell of love between her brother and girls, so what is it that makes her brother invite girls to his house, and directly to his room? ?

Inexplicably, that mysterious remark name appeared in her mind.

And when Haruna Yukimura was thinking hard, Seiichi Yukimura told Nanaya the real purpose of inviting her this time.

"You mean, let me help find her together?" Qiye frowned.

"It seems to be a very willful thing." Yukimura tilted his head, seemingly distressed, "but it seems that only Asahi-san can help me at present."

Qiye lowered her head and looked at the diary spread out on the table again.

Two different handwritings are intertwined, similar but different, as if writing the entangled fate of twins.

"I may not be able to help." She said softly.

Since the sister who had been with him for many years chose to leave when he was in the most pain, she would definitely not appear in front of him easily again.And to be honest, it is still a question of whether she still exists in this world, let alone find her.

Three thousand worlds, in the vast sea of ​​people, the probability of finding a person is so slim, not to mention that the other party is a special species that deliberately avoids.

"It's okay," Yukimura raised the corners of his mouth, "I'm very happy that Asahi-san can agree."

Looking at Yukimura's gentle smile, Nanaya was three points gentle, three points joyful and three points gratified, plus a point of imperceptible melancholy, and silently breathed a sigh of relief.However, she couldn't stop thinking about the feasibility of this matter.

Qianqiu came to Kise just to tell him the unspoken confession words.Knowing that the final outcome is separation, it is like moths to a flame, and they will not hesitate.

What about Yukimura?Is it just to say goodbye to my sister?

The two of them are similar to a certain extent.If it is her, the purpose is not just to say thank you or say goodbye.

If it was her...

It was like a ray of sunlight suddenly shining in the darkness, pushing away layers of fog.She seemed to understand why Yukimura was obsessed with finding that lonely soul.

Thinking of this, she nodded towards Yukimura: "If you can help me, please give me more advice in the days to come."