[Comprehensive] shadow of light

There have never been fewer men and women around Ninomiya Saki.

At least more than she imagined.

During the time when Masaharu Nioh was dating her, the most troublesome thing was not Ximen, who came to Kanagawa from time to time.Even though Ximen didn't say anything, the mysterious hooligan aura on his body fully explained that if he did something wrong to Ninomiya Saki, his legs would probably be broken.

What bothered him the most was Feng Jingye.

It was before, and it was also after Ninomiya Saki lost contact with him.And, both instinctively and from various practical perspectives.

However, I unexpectedly received such a big gift package on my birthday.

Nioh lightly touched the screen with his fingers, and the picture closed.

He got up and lay down on the bed.

He is very sleepy now, not to mention pouring coffee, just pouring caffeine directly, other than perforating the stomach, it is useless to fart, but his head is still very clear, extremely clear.That feeling is that the body is exhausted, and the eyelids are filled with lead, but the brain, the most fucked organ in the whole body, is also the most powerful organ, clamoring——

I refuse to sleep!What can you do to me!

It was dark in front of my eyes, but the picture in my mind surfaced from time to time, and I couldn't stop pinching.

This big gift package...

well.

very good.

King Ni suddenly remembered that someone said before that to deal with insomnia, one should not think about anything and get rid of distracting thoughts.He thought it was funny, if he could get rid of distracting thoughts at this moment, would this person still need to come out and force him?

But the young man was really exhausted, and the shooting of the mv was more physically demanding than imagined. Shiina Haruka's mv has always been literary and artistic, and it felt very difficult to shoot.Everyone in her team is a proper obsessive-compulsive Shen Jingbing, wishing that even the number of hairs on his head, forward, backward, left, and right, has to be measured with a ruler.

The body desperately needs sleep, and Nioh Masaharu fell into a drowsy sleep, unsteady, and dreams haunted him all night.

At six o'clock the next morning, the alarm clock rang.There was an unusually piercing sound in the ear, and that sound made people feel an impulse. They wished they could swing it against the wall in minutes. Even if they didn’t need to look at it, they could tell from the screams from its wreckage that it was broken into pieces!

With his head buried in the quilt, the young man rolled over and over again, and after a while, a gleaming white arm protruded, with smooth muscle lines that made people drool.The big hand slapped the alarm clock off, and then its owner, squinting his eyes, stuck out his head.

At six o'clock in winter, the sky is still groggy.

It's the kind of drowsiness that makes people want to sleep at first sight, retracts into the bed, and has no fighting spirit.

After struggling, King Ni crawled out of the bed, still a little groggy.He slipped on his slippers, brushed the messy white hair, and walked to the bathroom.

The buzzing of the electric toothbrush was disturbing. Nioh stared at himself in the mirror as if he had just woken up, and spit out the foam in his mouth. He suddenly realized that while sleeping last night, his head seemed to be dreaming. The various possibilities of the photo, and the stories behind it.

When the alarm clock rang, he was dreaming that Ninomiya Zaoji's parents and Feng Jingye's parents had a good talk in detail, and Zaoji and Feng Jingye were going to get married.

But that was just a dream, nonsense, and illogical.

The young man breathed a sigh of relief, and was very grateful for the conscientious alarm clock. Fortunately, the sinful self did not send it to see the king of Hades.

When King Ni went out, he didn't have time to eat breakfast, so his mother stuffed him with bread.Although usually he is always too late to have breakfast, waiting to go to school to kill a little bit, recently he is so busy, the family only knows that he is busy, they don't know what he is busy with, and at the same time feel that there is something wrong - the breath of his whole body The field is wrong.

In December, the temperature in Kanagawa has begun to drop significantly. This year, due to the cold wave, it is especially cold.As soon as the door was pushed open, the burst of cold air that could almost freeze a person, without a trace of mercy, quickly wiped out the little bit of warmth brought out of the room.The gust of wind made people's face dry, tense and cold, Nioh shrunk his face a little more into the scarf, and now he was completely awake.

He went to school to change his clothes, and trained with everyone as usual. After exercising, he had already warmed up a lot. The boy changed into his winter school uniform again and returned to class.

When walking past Class C, Nioh looked into the door reflexively. Even if he changed his seat last week, Nioh knew where Zaoji was sitting, but that seat was still vacant.

His ears were sharp, and he heard the class monitor of the second morning class asking the student on duty not far from the door: "Is Ninomiya asking for leave today?"

The student on duty nodded, "Yes, I handed in the leave note yesterday."

Nioh Masaharu inadvertently turned his gaze away, looked downstairs from the third floor through the glass, and looked at the school gate.

Class was about to start, there were three or four people rustling at the gate, and one or two were rushing towards the school.

None looked like Saki Ninomiya.

King Ren raised his eyebrows and walked forward in silence.

Didn't go to class so soon? — he thought.

The birthday party on December [-]rd went on until very late.It's just that when it was about to enter the middle of the night, Ximen was free. At that time, he was about to leave early in the morning, but was caught by Ximen.

She was a little guilty, but also a little impatient, "Why don't you go greet the guests, why come here and arrest me?"

I had a lot of chats with Feng Jingye just earlier in the morning, mostly around the mysterious company KO, but everyone knew that this was the abbreviation of Feng Jingye's name in Roman.The conversation made her dizzy, and not only worshiped the god-man again, but also deeply despised her own brain capacity.

Feng Jingye felt that this trip was much happier than expected, not just doing a friend a favor.But at the same time, he is also very good at reading the atmosphere, without even looking at Ximen and Erzao, he raised a polite smile and made a decisive decision: "You two have something to talk about slowly, I'll go first."

Then, he waved his hands and turned around, his movements were smooth and flowing, which was very ruthless in Erzao's eyes.

Looking at the boy's back, he paused at this moment, Feng Jingye turned around, revealing that handsome side face, with glasses propped on the bridge of his straight nose.

"Zao Ji, let's talk next time."

Hearing this, Ximen narrowed his eyes suspiciously, looked at Ninomiya Saki again, and asked, "What bad idea did you come up with?"

Ninomiya Saki let out a disdainful snort from his nose, "I won't tell you, you can guess if you have the ability."

"Are you sure you're not itchy?" Simon folded his arms.

"No, I don't owe it. I was a good guy. I was wrong. Please keep me." Even if he begged for mercy on the second morning, he was careless, and it seemed like "I will perform with you if you are in a good mood. Don't thank me too much".

Now Simon was even more speechless.

The two went to the second floor and opened a balcony. It was already very cold in December and there was no one on it.

Simon asked kindly, "Anything else to eat?"

Early Ji: "Do you think I'm a pig?"

Simon: "..."

He found that Ninomiya Early Ji was more prone to blow up his hair than before, and his mouth was more ruthless. The more this happened, the more Ximen wanted to ask more questions. It was obvious that someone didn't want him to ask further questions, and this would satisfy her. wishes?

So Ximen cut to the chase: "You and Nioh Masaharu finally broke up? Why?"

finally?

Can this person speak?

Early Ji glanced at Ximen, "In my memory, I never said the word 'break up', of course, neither did the other party. This word did not appear in any of our sentences."

"Oh." Ximen folded his arms and raised his eyebrows, "That means we should stop contacting each other in the future, or, let's just leave it at this point, and from now on, the bridge will return to the bridge, and the road will return, or something like that?"

One of them really hit the heart, Erqian couldn't help but glared at him.

"Can we still have a good chat?"

The boy leaned on the balcony, shifted his weight to his right foot, and stood quite comfortably, "Yes! Of course, as long as you speak well."

The lights on the terrace are very dim, and it seems that the lights downstairs are more brightly lit, like a city of gold, everything is extravagant, and the light inside will never go out for a lifetime.

Seeing Ximen early in the morning seemed to be joking, but also seemed to be serious. There was a possibility of laughing at her, but at the same time, it seemed that he wanted to talk to her about something more important.

Maybe it was something he hadn't been able to talk to her about before.

Because she can't empathize with those feelings, even if she says "I can understand your feelings" ten thousand times irresponsibly, in fact, she can't just can't, unless those things happen to her again.

In the darkness, with the light coming through the door, only half of Ximen's face could be seen clearly in the early morning.At this time, the boy took out a cigarette and a match from the inside of his clothes, knocked the cigarette case against the stone railing, and a cigarette tail came out, he pulled it out, struck a match and lit it.

There was still a large part of the long match burning, so he waved his wrist, and the tiny flame was extinguished in the air, leaving only the cigarette butt flickering in the darkness.

He exhaled towards the balcony, the green smoke dissipated, the young man rested his chin on the back of the hand holding the cigarette, and then turned his head, half of his face was hidden in the shadow, making his outline more profound.

"Are you sure you don't regret it?"

Erqian was taken aback, and blurted out, "The judgment of both of us is the same."

The young man made a sound that he didn't know whether it was a chuckle or a soft hum.He turned his face away, only looked at the scenery outside the terrace, and said——

"I'm already regretting my affairs, because I didn't do anything at that time."

"..."

"Even if it is very possible that the result of hard work is not the same as doing nothing. But the feeling is different."

Two morning silence.

The boy took another puff of the cigarette, and the pungent smell of nicotine spread in his nostrils. He seemed to be in a daze looking at the golden ocean downstairs. A few seconds later, his voice came again.

"We're similar, but I never want you to be like me."

As soon as the words fell, a piece of soot suddenly broke and fell on the stone railing, and Mi's body was shattered to pieces.

Ximen stood up straight, patted Erqian on the shoulder, and walked into the room.

"It's a little advice for you before I go abroad." He said casually as he walked.

Zao Ji remained silent, watching his back as he walked to the door, opened up a room with light, and extinguished the smoke in the fine sand.

And the girl on the terrace had unprecedented sharp eyesight, with a cold light, as if she wanted to stare a hole out of his back.