[wangwang doujin] juvenile underage

The author has something to say: After writing these two chapters, I feel more confused than the heroine/(ㄒoㄒ)/~~

I have already seen the end is waving to me, wow ha ha! ! !

Look at me acting like a baby, being cute and rolling around, give me some thoughts, is it good or not (づ￣3￣)づ╭?～

The next day, Sakihara Ichie went out early.Carrying the schoolbag, I walked to the intersection in a trance, and took the earliest bus to go to school.

After finding the corner at the back and sitting down, she opened the window, and the cool breeze came in through the window, blowing away her combed bangs.But this wind can make her chaotic thoughts become a little clearer.

Last night, when Jiang Qiyuan returned home, he locked himself in the room, sitting in a daze from sunset to nightfall.At that time, the gauze curtains in the room fluttered slightly in the breeze, and brought the fragrance of flowers and plants in the courtyard.The dark sky was as thick as the ink that was overturned and flowed wantonly on the desk in the afternoon, too thick to melt.

She felt that it was a long night, crying wantonly, venting wantonly, and then hugging her father's photo album, she suddenly seemed to feel nothing.

"Father died because he saved E-san."

Sakihara Ichitsu’s voice on the phone last night has been circling in his mind all night, like putting a record on an old-fashioned phonograph, and then the stylus began to draw a series of uneven grooves, making a sound. The sound kept spinning, spinning, spinning.

Well, Liu Lian Er knew her early on, so he treated her so well.

The bustling crowd on the street has already begun to get lively, the sound of horns and brakes are intertwined, and Sakihara Ichie feels his head hurts, so he closes the window to block the noise from the outside.

As soon as she approached the classroom, she was rushed into her arms. Before she put down her schoolbag, Haruko Takagi had already carried her to the tennis club. She subconsciously wanted to shake off the hand holding her, but the rice grains did not enter after one night and one morning. She couldn't exert any strength.I just felt that I was about to faint in that burst of forceful pulling.

"Accompany me to the tennis club, I forgot to take Wentai's breakfast." Takagi Haruko turned her head and said with a smile.

Sakihara Ichie was actually very afraid of meeting Liu Renji, but at the moment he stood straight outside the tennis court.Although he was dragged here by Haruko Takagi, I still want to meet him in my heart. I want to see if he is still tall and straight in tennis clothes today, and if he is still confident when holding the tennis racket. I want to ask Ask him if he slept well last night, and want to ask him—what are they going to do now.

Her sight found the young man, his figure was still so tall, holding the tennis racket in his right hand, and throwing the yellow ball high into the sky with his left hand, the ball made a sound when it touched the racket, and then a beautiful serve was struck. The piercing air flew towards the opposite side.

Takagi Haruko called to Marui Bunta who was resting aside, and the latter ran over immediately.

At this time, Shijiang Qiyuan saw the young man suddenly turned his head, and his deep eyes collided with hers. She held on to the fence tightly and could only remain silent.

Liu Lian'er's fingers holding the tennis racket tightened immediately.

He wants to go over.

Say anything to her, even if it's just good morning.

However, a powerful smash from Sanada on the other side of the net was heading towards him, and he was a little too late to react, so he dodged sideways, and the ball rolled a few times on the ground and landed at his feet.

"Liu, you are relaxing."

Genichiro Sanada frowned and came to a conclusion, Liu Lian pursed her lips, unable to say anything.When he picked up the tennis ball and looked outside the tennis court, the figure was gone.

During the lunch break, Liu Lianer still walked to the teaching building of the second grade.

Most of the people were sleeping soundly on their faces on the table. Takagi Haruko, who was eating bread in the corridor, saw him and waved his arms at him from afar.

"Senior Liu!" With a mask on his face, he called indistinctly.

Liu Lian'er stopped in front of her, and looked into the classroom of group C of the second year, but still didn't find the person she was looking for.

"Is Shijiang not here?"

"She asked for leave from her class teacher in the morning, saying that she was not feeling well." Haruko Takagi carefully looked at the emotions on Liu Lian'er's face, and seemed to realize something in a moment, so she asked, "Senior, are you arguing?" Yet?"

"Well." If she could really quarrel with him, it would make him feel at ease, but now, she might not even talk to him.

That knot just rests in my heart, not going up or down, it's really painful.

Liu Lian stayed for a moment, then turned and left.Takagi Haruko felt that she was delusional. Senior Liu's back was so lonely, as if submerged in a deep, deep ocean.

Sakihara Ichie returned home.

She didn't care to admire the elegant and demure courtyard scenery full of flowers, so she walked directly into the house.

In a corner of the hall, my aunt and a woman sat facing each other around a low table. There were some refreshments placed on the low table. A pot of tea was brewed. Hot air like smoke rose from the spout of the pot, bringing out a burst of jasmine flowers. fragrance.My aunt's expression was dignified and solemn, and she lacked the tenderness that should be there when tasting tea.

Probably hearing the sound of the door closing, the two people who were looking at each other looked at the entrance at the same time.

The unfamiliar woman also turned her head. She has a very well-maintained face, and her black hair like ink hangs down her shoulders. Her eyes are filled with a gentle smile, and the light flashes Twinkling, bright as stars in the night sky.

Sakihara Ichie's thoughts suddenly returned to an afternoon

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Those were the days when she was still in Osaka, when she was still young, she would often wear two childish and cute pigtails, chasing the naughty brother who robbed her toys in the Japanese garden.On a very hot summer day, my younger brother only wore a pair of floral underpants, and he ran around the courtyard with bare feet, running quite fast.

There was a rattan chair by the fish pond, and my father was sitting there basking in the sun, with a newspaper spread over his head, wondering if he was reading it.The sun was shining on his flat head, he raised the newspaper above his head, looked at the two of them who were playing, and smiled honestly, saying, Xiao Jiang, you should give way to your younger brother.

No no no!

At that time, she was still a brat, with her hands on her waist and an angry expression on her face, she looked like a little hag.And the younger brother lifted up the vine dragonfly that the neighbor's little brother had just woven for her out of rattan grass, made a grimace and said that my sister was really stingy, so stingy as hell.

She rolled up her sleeves and chased after her brother, who turned around and ran away.She remembered that there was a path paved with cobblestones in the courtyard, and her younger brother stepped on it barefoot, screaming in pain, and then he couldn't hold the dragonfly made of rattan and grass and fell into the fish pond on one side.

And she was standing at the other end of the path, laughing with her hips in her arms.

Father let out a sigh of relief, and at this moment, mother came out of the house, carrying a small wooden tray with several plates of refreshments and a pot of fragrant jasmine tea on it.

My mother is very beautiful, her jet-black hair is often tied up with a hairpin, and her eyes are full of gentle smiles, which twinkle like stars in the night sky.

Afterwards, it was still a bright and splendid afternoon, and my mother carried the suitcase, step by step, away from her sight.The endless warmth seems to have been taken away, and it seems that it can't be found.

Ichie Sakihara stood there in a daze, and clenched his lowered hand unconsciously.

And the woman had already walked towards her, hugged her in her arms, and when she looked up, she smelled a scent of perfume.

She looked at the person in front of her, as if all the blurred images gradually became clear, but her heart felt a twinge of pain, the pain gradually spread, and a piece of her heart was touched.Therefore, there are tears in the end.

It's really—

"......Mother."

Sakihara Shijiang didn't ask where her mother who walked out of her sight that afternoon went, and she didn't know what kind of life her mother had experienced in these years.

She only knows that she has money, she has become gentler and more beautiful, she knows about her father, she also went back to Osaka to find her and her brother, and now she wants to bring herself and her brother back to her.

Maybe mother, in a corner she doesn't know, is doing well.

In front of him was a steaming bowl of fermented glutinous rice balls.

The figure in the kitchen was still wearing an apron, cooking the long-lost Okonomiyaki for her.The warm-toned light shone down, casting a layer of soft golden light on her.

Sakihara Ichie picked up the balls with a spoon and tasted one, but it still tasted the same as before.

She remembers that her mother likes to make wine rice balls very much. She eats them hot in winter and freezes them in summer. When she takes them out again, there will be icy cold air. It is so refreshing to eat a bowl of rice balls. describe.

Because he hadn't eaten for a long time, Jiang Sakihara ate all the rice balls and Okonomiyaki, and then touched his stomach, thinking that he must be full.Mother made her a cup of oolong, sat on the side and watched her laugh.

She was still a little strange to her mother, so she just put her hands on the teacup and didn't speak.

"The old house in Osaka has been bought." The mother stroked her head, intimate and gentle, "Xiao Jiang will also go back to Osaka together, will he live with his mother in the future?"

Having received too many thunderbolts in two consecutive days, Sakihara Ichie felt that his sanity was about to fall into these sudden accidents, and he was on the verge of collapse.

But she is just a child after all, even if she becomes independent prematurely, it is only due to the situation.Now that my mother is by my side, her eyes are like a gentle woman full of the whole world, she naturally wants to throw herself into her arms, cry a good cry, and then take off her mask of being strong and brave, and become a person who can A child who acts coquettishly and mischievously.

Is there anything more important than family affection?

A moment of hesitation was taken as acquiescence.

"Mom will take you and Ozu back as soon as possible. You must miss your friends there too." Mother smiled, eyebrows curved, "Xiaojiang remember to say goodbye to important friends here, and it will be too late when I return to Osaka Slightly."

Ichie Sakihara held the teacup tightly silently, feeling that the heat was going to burn her palms.There was an outline in her mind that suddenly became extremely clear, and that outline formed an elegant young man, which moved her deeply.

How should she say such a farewell?

——— TBC