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The door was slammed open from the inside by Sakuraichi, and under the warm yellow light, the young man's elegant face came into view, and his dark red pupils suddenly narrowed dangerously, "Why are you?" What about Butler Kimura? ”

The light in the bedroom is much brighter than in the hallway, making Sakuraichi, who is facing away from the bedroom, seem to be dyed with a faint layer of mist, hazy, and a little warm. The silver-white hair with a faint blue light dragged long www.biquge.info the blanket, scratching a light water stain, and it seemed that he had just taken a shower.

"Your honey water." Fuji's soft voice slowly spoke, his eyes fell on her neck, the thin necklace walked in the warm light of the crystal streamer, and then stopped abruptly on the black buttons, the thin lips were slightly hooked, the stiff lines gradually softened, and the depths of the soul were quietly soft. However, when he saw the girl's bare feet on the ground, his eyebrows frowned slightly, "Sakuraichi, do you need slippers?" ”

"No, I don't." Sakura said viciously at him, glanced at the honey water in the tray, took it, and slammed the door shut.

A strong gust of wind was sent out by the force, causing Fuji's chestnut hair to fly a few times, and his coat rattled and swayed, wavy lines quickly on the collar before slowly stopping.

"Sakuraichi ・・・・・・" Fuji whispered softly, under the illumination of the light, he took a step forward and approached Sakuraichi's bedroom door, slowly stretched out his left hand and gently pressed against the door, the black silhouette was cast on the place where the hand door met, and the subtle coldness came from the pale yellow door to the palm of his hand, such coldness did not make him feel cold, but a little faint warmth, because he clearly felt that the opposite side of the door was where Sakuraichi was.

Sakuraichi didn't leave, just stood quietly behind the door, looking at the door that had been closed in front of him, his thoughts gradually drifted, the young man's soft voice was still lingering in his ears, gently, faintly, making her feel very warm, the honey water in her left hand was still bubbling with a little white gas, and the subtle sweet fragrance bloomed from it, permeating the entire bedroom, and her right hand stretched out unconsciously, gently against the door.

The two people, standing looking at each other, only a door in the middle, closed their eyes, their thoughts fluttered, and they used their hearts to describe, as if they could feel each other's heartbeats and breathing, like a river flowing quietly, flowing into life, through the wind and dust, wading through the years, gently, gently, flowing, I don't know if it was a coincidence, their hands pressed on the same point, if this door disappeared, their hands would be tightly clasped together.

"May I ask you a question?" The boy took a deep breath and pressed his forehead lightly against the door.

"Uh-huh." Sakuraichi opened her mouth indifferently, took a sip of the cup with her left hand, and the fragrance of honey instantly permeated her taste buds, neither sweet nor light, but she still easily noticed the difference from before, just like the somewhat cautious tone of the young man outside the door.

"What is the relationship between Sakuraichi ・・・・・ and Tezuka?" Fuji's heart suddenly lightened, and he finally asked. Now he was both excited and frightened, excited that he had asked his own mouth, and that he no longer endured such unbearable torture; What he was afraid of was that what Sakuraichi said was not the answer he wanted, and that would result in a fatal injury that he couldn't bear.

Waiting is tormenting, like a white dream, precipitating in the deepest part of the coffee cup, melting minute after second. However, there was endless silence on the other end of the door, so silent that his hand holding the tray gradually whitened, and the soft smile on his face could no longer bear to turn pale, and finally, taking a deep breath, he forced himself to smile and speak, "Na, Sakuraichi, I didn't say anything..."

"Friends." Behind the door, his words were interrupted by indifferent words, and then he paused, as if thinking about how to phrase them, and after a while, he continued: "Ordinary friends, before it was limited to mobile phone calls. ”

"That's it~" Fuji turned around, leaned his head against the door, his elegant face as the wind quietly bloomed on his face, like the cherry blossoms in April quiet and indifferent, the throbbing heartbeat sounded softly in his ears, one by one, bringing a faint warmth to surround him a little, his left foot bent slightly, and said shallowly, "Sakuraichi, can you play a piano song?" ”

Hearing this, Sakura narrowed her eyelids and turned her head to look at the white grand piano placed on the balcony, the cool breeze was blowing in through the open window behind the piano, with a lilac curtain gently fluttering, sweeping the lid of the piano upright, flying a light purple arc on the ground, and then disappearing・・・・・

Stepping barefoot, Sakuraichi sat down in front of the piano, put down the cup in his hand, and gently opened the lid of the keys, and the black and white keys instantly came into view, and a faint light reflected from them, but it was not dazzling at all.

Take a deep breath, adjust your breathing, ten fingers move slightly, crisp monosyllables jump out instantly, and then, the slender ten fingers slowly jump on the keys, the tadpole-like notes slowly slide out from the fingertips, the sound is crisp, the melodious and gentle chapters are connected together along the jump of the notes, light, soft, elegant, like the cool breeze at the end of summer, taking away the scorching impetuousness and washing away the chaotic mood.

I heard the departure of winter

I woke up in a certain month and year

I think I'm waiting for what I'm looking forward to

The future cannot be arranged because of this

Cloudy evening outside the car window

There is a person waiting for the future

Look left and right forward

Love takes a few turns before it comes

What kind of dialogue will I have when I meet someone

I'm waiting for someone he is in the future

I heard the wind coming from the subway and the sea of people

I was standing in line with the number plate of love

Fuji stood quietly at the door, listening to Sakuraichi's singing, some thoughts, gradually ethereal, so close, so far, like the wisps of dark fragrance falling in the wind, you can smell it, but you can never touch it! Just like the encounter of souls, it can always evoke the resonance of two hearts. Tonight, I don't know if she can read his heart, he knows that even if she is silent, he can still read her heart, those feelings hidden in the depths of time, shallow encounters, deep collections.

The wind blows gently, and the unique fragrance of late spring and early summer wafts in the cool air, and the maroon hair slides down a subtle arc at the moment of the wind, and then fades and disappears...

Cloudy evening outside the car window

There is a person waiting for the future

Look left and right forward

Love takes a few turns before it comes

What kind of dialogue will I have when I meet someone

I'm waiting for someone he is in the future

I heard the wind coming from the subway and the sea of people

I was standing in line with the number plate of love

I flew forward across a sea of time

We are also often hurt in love

I looked at the entrance to Lu Meng, which was a little narrow

I met you with the most beautiful accident

One day, my mystery will be revealed

"Encounter: Stefanie Sun"

A person quietly listened to her faint singing, stared out the window, the drizzle rippled, cool and fine, silent and peaceful, guarding the peace in the heart, stretching all the thoughts in the ethereal and elegant melody, her somewhat hazy figure appeared in her mind, carefully hiding her delicate smile, so that the heart was like water, silently interpreting the mood of the music, the slightest elegant, warm and comfortable!

The music is temporary, the light passes by the years, and the years are quiet and quiet・・・・・

In the dead of night, a faint light penetrated into the room from the window, sprinkling a little light on the ground, the young man pillowed his head in one hand, held his mobile phone in the other, looked at the desktop of the mobile phone, and smiled elegantly like the wind at the corner of his mouth, "Sakuraichi・・・・・・ you are mine." ”