Fuji was slightly stunned, glanced at the dark green racket in front of him, and then looked at Sakuraichi, whose face was a little indifferent, and couldn't help but sigh lightly, sure enough, Sakuraichi was angry. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Reluctantly sat back down, but Fuji still put the pair of chopsticks on Sakuraichi's lunch box.

Looking at the ivory chopsticks on the lunch box, Sakura's eyes narrowed, it was actually the pair she didn't see last time!!

At this moment, Sakuraichi's face became even more gloomy, but he didn't say anything, just picked up his own food and ate it unhurriedly.

The wind blew quietly, under the golden sunlight, the leaves sprinkled with a faint shadow projected on the two people's bodies, dark and shallow, sparse but not dense, a warm picture scroll gently spread out, gently, gently, quietly, the two people under the tree were completely shrouded in it, but it was smeared with a little warm sun, gentle and tranquil, quiet and secluded......

The young man sat on the side, quietly looking at Sakuraichi, the corners of his mouth outlined the arc of doting, and his delicate and beautiful face bloomed with a faint soft smile, as calm and soft as the sunshine on the ground, silent, elegant as the wind......

In this quiet moment, his gaze is like a delicate pen, outlining her meticulous traces, stroke by stroke, deep or shallow, depicted with heart, focused on depiction, the stiff lines under the sunshine, everything, has a soft appearance, that is his favorite, is his only.

The air is no longer floating, dormant with gentle emotions, in such a faint shadow, it is easier for people to walk into the haze and blur of the shadow of the tree, a kind of tranquility and long-term ......

The sound of the wind is temporary, the shadows of the trees are still, and the dark green and light green plants exude a unique smell, containing the fragrance of arid plants, which will be fragrant and graceful in the eyes of summer, calm and warm. Sakura put away the lunch box, glanced at Fuji, didn't say anything, and lay down on the grass to take a lunch break.

When the shadow of the tree was mottled, Sakuraichi's breathing became even and gentle, his chest was slowly rising and falling with the even breathing, and his silver-white hair with a faint blue halo was scattered on the grass like a blooming cherry blossom, some quiet, some elegant, and his curved eyelashes were gently stirred by the wind, sometimes to the left, sometimes to the right, and then, secretly, cast a faint shadow on the eyelids.

Sakuraichi fell asleep......

The corners of Fuji's mouth rose slightly, and the curvature of the corners of his mouth deepened a little compared to before, and he reached out to hold her into his arms so that she could sleep more comfortably, and suddenly remembered that Sakuraichi was still angry. So, he stopped his movements, and instead took off his school uniform and gently covered her.

Covering the clothes around her neck, her eyes fell on the red that had not disappeared on her neck, and in an instant, her eyes darkened, her breathing gradually became short, and the hand holding the clothes couldn't help but tighten.

Take a deep breath, suppress the restlessness of your body, and look away from looking. Then sat down beside her, shook his head helplessly, his hand, gently caressed her face, the fingertips touched lightly, the delicate and smooth touch blurred between the fingers, and the strange feeling was like a trickle sliding into the bottom of the heart, gently, softly, stirring up small ripples, just like the feeling when I touched it for the first time.

"Sakuraichi ......" Fuji murmured softly, withdrew his hand, and gently hugged Sakuraichi into his arms, letting her head rest on his arm, while he leaned against the tree behind him, wrapped his arms around her, and gave her the most comfortable warmth.

After all, he still couldn't resist the greed for Sakuraichi and hugged her tightly, smelling the unique lotus fragrance on her body, and endless satisfaction surged from the bottom of his heart.

He loves Sakuraichi, really loves, loves, he can't describe that feeling, really can't describe it, because, the opening of that trace of affection, without the slightest warning.

If Sakuraichi hadn't appeared, he would still be the same him, sitting alone in the room, looking at the photos taken, feeling that the days were like a breeze turning over a book, page by page of the past, remembering the dialogue, blurring the chapters, yellowing the plot, flowing at the end of the pen, condensing on the tip of the eyebrows and heart.

I once thought that the people he was waiting for would be in the distant future, like the wind, coming from the vast sea, even if they spread their wings, it would be difficult to fly across the ocean of time, but now......

Fuji attached himself to Sakuraichi's ear, gently holding her earlobe and kissing it.

He can't let go......

I really can't let it go......

Ever since the glance he looked at each other on the cherry blossom wall two years ago, he was destined to be greedy and possessive of her, thinking about Sakuraichi all the time, looking forward to her return, hoping that she would stay by his side, forever, forever. Two years of longing, two years of emptiness, were completely filled with this moment of hug, he was really addicted, as if ...... It's like being bewitched.

The person in his arms moved slightly, and he stopped kissing and relaxed the strength of hugging her, however, the person in his arms just frowned, his eyes opened slightly, and he looked at him in a daze, and then closed it again, stretched out his hands and hugged his waist, his head rubbed in his arms, and his frowning eyebrows were loosened, and the next second, he fell asleep again.

Feeling the texture of the waist and the closeness of Sakuraichi, Fuji's delicate and beautiful face became more and more soft, lowered his head and kissed her eyelids lightly, smelling the faint fragrance on her body, the depths of his heart, the softer and softer, lightly against the tip of her nose, thin lips slightly opened, and muttered in a low voice, "Sakuraichi ......."

The wind, gradually, deepened, the branches collided, and a crisp and crisp scale sounded. Fuji hugged Sakuraichi in his arms tightly, and at the bottom of his heart, there was a soft warmth, like the taste of happiness. The moment the leaves fall in front of your eyes, the pampering in your smile blooms like a lotus, "I love you so much......."

Wow -

The wind sounded, the leaves slowly fell, the dark blue color gradually blurred in the sky, but the faint starlight quietly climbed up the curtain, blooming with a hazy halo.

Sakuraichi sat at his desk, holding a copy of criminal psychology in his hand, and although he was looking at it, his gaze was a little ethereal, as if he was looking past the book to the ground.

Da~

Da~

The clock on the wall walked quietly, and the minutes and seconds passed.

Smack-

Suddenly, the thick book was thrown onto the table by Sakuraichi, but the dark red eyes were still looking at the ground.

Since when?

Sakuraichi asked herself, since when has she, as long as he is by her side, she has always slept lightly, and she always falls asleep quickly and peacefully? In fact, she didn't know the answer herself.

Maybe it was two years ago, maybe it was this year, Sakuraichi can't remember anymore.