[SD] The daily life of a girl with snake spirit disease

It was different from that night when the cool wind was blowing on my face, when I retreated at the first touch.When our lips touched this time, I completely forgot the time.

The breath of the flower path hit my nose slightly, like the softest wind in spring blowing the mimosa.

The numbness quickly spread from the lips to the ears. Even if I closed my eyes, I couldn't restrain the slight trembling all over my body.

My five senses seemed to be fully opened, the fine hair stubble in the palm of my hand, the faint smell of soap on his body, the glutinous jelly-like touch on my lips, and my own heartbeat that almost burst out of my chest... everything Everything in the sky rotates like a kaleidoscope, as if it brings me into the highest starry sky, and there is an illusion of weightlessness in the groggy.

for a long time.

Or maybe just for a moment.

We parted.

I lowered my head, not daring to look at the flower arrangement.Black hair hangs down the side of the face, covering the cheeks that are turning from red to white.

I got scared after I started.After the blissful dizziness receded like a tide, five characters were left on the beach in my mind——

Impulsivity is the devil!

For a coward, the most terrifying thing is not a crush, because a crush is a person's liking, distance brings safety, as long as I think about it, I can love it forever.For a coward like me, the most terrifying thing is actually now, when the fig leaf is ripped off, and the heart is naked in front of the other party, the whole person is like a rabbit who gave up and escaped, put his life on the lips of the lion, and let the lion choose To eat or not to eat.

Such an impulsive kiss made it impossible for us to get along with each other as if nothing had happened, but I don't know whether Huadao's feelings for me can...whether it can match Akagi Haruko.

In fact, he hasn't spoken for a long time, has it explained something?

Tears welled up in my eyes again.

Until a big hand rubbed the top of my head again.

"Sakura, you..."

"Flower Road!" I interrupted him abruptly.

I still didn't look up, let the tears slide down my nose and dripped on the ground, and said in a hoarse voice: "I like ikebana. I like the way you play, I like to see you happy, I like to see you smile, I like to listen to you talking, even if it is I like your clothes stained with sweat, too, I like... I like it very much..."

Yes, if I can do anything else, I can only confess again and again, expecting his possible response.

"So... Sometimes I like it too much, which makes me forget where I should stand, and I can't help but walk towards you. But... If you don't want to like me, if you don't want to respond, please forget just now. "

"For me, more important than liking is...being with you."

Choked up and finished these words.During this period, his big hands kept stroking my hair.Such a thick palm, warm with the taste I am most attached to.

After a few seconds, Huadao said softly.

"Come on, go home."

【Let's go, go home】

This is probably all I can wait for, the best answer is not an answer.

Many years ago, I watched a Japanese TV drama with a strange name called "The Great Transformation of the Wild Boar".Later, the three leading actors in it all became stars of Japanese TV dramas, but I was the only one who retained their youthful acting skills.

There is a segment in the play, the three people worked hard for the haunted house of the school campus festival, and finally the girl wrote this line on the mirror at the end of the haunted house:

"The probability of meeting the person you are holding hands with is almost a miracle. I hope you will not let go of each other's hands even if you return to the bright world."

It was a miracle that I met Ikebana.I know that confessing, failing, confessing again, and failing again, like now, is so bad, so cowardly, and so cheap.But compared with letting go, sticking to it is actually a more difficult path I chose for myself.

Have you ever felt like this:

Ah, maybe he will never like me more than XXX in his life.

Then what?Should I give up struggling, or continue to persevere?

I often have such similar thoughts, such as "ah, maybe I can't handle English in this life" in my previous life, or "ah, maybe I will live like this in this life" in adulthood, or maybe it is now "Ah, even if he says he likes me, does it mean that he doesn't really like me that much"...

Then whenever this time, a sentence will automatically jump out:

If you give up, the game is over.

Stumbling on the road will be difficult, learning nasty knowledge is painful, realizing your vulgarity is sad, and chasing a boy who may not return your same feelings is really stupid and pathetic.But if you just lower your head like this, let go of your hands, and accept your fate and walk back, you will not only be sorry for what you have done in the past, but also give up the possibility of the future.

And I don't want that.

So, just like after I confessed to Yingmu Huadao for the first time, the second confession, the second kiss, just like this, under his silence and my acquiescence, I turned over again gently .

But no matter how open I am, I'm still not as strong as I thought.In the next few days, I didn't take the initiative to talk to Huadao, and my life seemed to return to the time when I just transferred to another school. I retracted my tortoise shell and silently wrote the original idea I conceived that day.

I don't give up.

I just... also need to heal.

……

During the days when I didn't want to mention ikebana, I got to know Tatsuhiko Aota.

Because I didn't want to go to the ikebana training for the time being, I started going home by myself after school.On the third day after that incident, Tatsuhiko Aota was waiting for me at the place where his three members had stood.

To be honest, if you don't compare with the tall guys on the basketball team, Tatsuhiko Aota is still a handsome and burly boy.

"Sakura Kitajima? I'm Tatsuhiko Aota, the captain of the judo team." The fighting spirit on his body made the hairs on my back stand up, but he was unexpectedly very polite, and he didn't really fight me.

Tatsuhiko Aota is quite different from what I imagined.Contrary to his rather blunt appearance, his personality has the meaning of "the way of softness", which means combining hardness and softness, mellow and skillful.

He explained to me that he just wanted to invite Hanako to practice judo.Although the method is indeed a little violent.

"Impossible." After listening to his explanation, I couldn't arouse any interest. "Although Ikebana is very strong in martial arts training, his future is in basketball. Senior Qingtian can only waste his efforts."

I spoke in a dispirited manner, kicking the small stones on the side of the road, and my words were embellished by the crackling sound.

"Oh? Wouldn't it be for you?"

I looked up in surprise, and Tatsuhiko Aota repeated it again as if he didn't know what terrible words he was saying.

He said: "What if it is for Sakurako Kitajima? Will he not give up basketball?"

The author has something to say: Persistence is victory, come on Yingzi!

PS: To catch up with the rankings today and tomorrow, in order to escape the fate of being edited to death in a small black room, the stupid author of Calvin will drop a total of 1W3 words of updates. This is the first update QAQ

PPS: Thanks to minaxxxi3gd, Wei and Sparrow for throwing thunder, willing to vote for me such an article, the stupid author is really grateful >_