As he grew older, Yukimura had become accustomed to seeing other strange things vaguely. From the surprise and panic at the beginning, to the present sweetness.

For example, when he went home with his friend Sanada in the evening, he squinted and smiled brightly when he saw an unknown object floating behind him.

"What's wrong, Yukimura?" Sanada looked at this expression and felt a little furious in his heart.

The two must be childhood sweethearts, although he can't say that he knows 100% about him, but his general personality is clear. The brighter Yukimura's smile is, the less good it is. But out of curiosity and respect, he still asked.

"It's nothing, it's just ......" Yukimura paused, and when he saw Sanada listening to him very carefully, he couldn't help but hook the corners of his mouth, "There's something behind you." ”

At night, the street lamps emit a cold light, the streets are sparsely populated, the twilight is thick, and a gust of wind blows, which makes it even more bleak.

Sanada only felt that something was scratching his back, and suddenly his face darkened, and he forcibly suppressed the panic in his heart, and turned his head suddenly, only to find that there was nothing behind him, and the illusion just now was probably just a teasing of the wind.

"It's too lax!" Roars echoed through the streets.

"Ahem, it's not good to disturb the people." Yukimura snickered from the sidelines.

Back home, Yukimura put down his bag, and before he could change into his home clothes, he heard a familiar female voice in his ears.

"It's really getting worse and worse, and I know how to bully honest people all day long."

He replied with a bright smile: "Then you have to have my sister's cooperation." ”

"Eh, my younger brother, it's really getting more and more naïve, it's really hard to be a sister." The girl shook her head, looking helpless.

"You know what? In fact, the one that landed first was small. Yukimura replied with a smile of "It's terrible to be uneducated".

This is what he saw in a biology book, which said that the one that came out first should be small. Because in the mother's womb, the embryo that binds first is at the top and the embryo that binds later is at the bottom, so the first to combine during natural childbirth is born, and it is physically or psychologically smaller after birth.

"It's a convention to be born first." The girl chuckled, but there was a sense of unwillingness in her words.

Yukimura looked at the smug smile of the girl in front of him, and his heart was soft.

In fact, he would rather be her younger brother than her brother, because then he can receive more benefits. He enjoys this feeling of being tolerated very much, which is different from the spoiling of elders to juniors and peers, which is another feeling.

After tasting the sweetness, after having his biological sister, he redoubled his kindness to her and became a model brother in his mouth. It's not Yanagi's kind of sister-in-control madness, he just wants to pass on this warmth.

When Xiaosheng was in junior high school, Yukimura was admitted to the best local Lihai High School.

Even in Lihaida, where there are many masters, Yukimura quickly stood out with his own ability. The excellent results made the teachers and classmates happy and surrendered, and the first grade got the position of the head of the tennis department, and the strong strength and aura made the senior seniors obey.

He is so good, in fact, he is a kind person in front of his classmates, he does not put on the stand of an honor student, and he will be willing to lend a helping hand when he is in difficulty.

He was like a man born with a halo on his head, and it only took one look at him to discern that he was different, and to fear him from the bottom of his heart, and this feeling grew stronger as I got to know him.

However, if you have a heart, you will find that he is inseparable from almost everyone.

"It's like an invisible wall has been built around Jingshi, making it difficult for people to get close." This is Liu Lian'er's evaluation of him after being familiar with him, in the tone of his consistent literary youth.

"Yukimura, I don't know what he's thinking, poof." This is Nioh Masaharu's teasing words, and it is clear that this sentence also suits himself.

Yukimura did not deny what his teammates said about him, but instead lamented that they knew him well in a certain way. He knew very well that he appeared to be gregarious on the surface, but on the inside he was indifferent to these collective activities.

If you want to be self-reliant among all living beings, you must know how to make your loneliness acceptable to all.

He knew that he was different, and this was not the kind of arrogant thinking that the second disease held.

He can see things that others can't, but this alone must never be shared. Because of the skills that he is proud of, in the eyes of others, he can only be a monster.

He often thinks that without his sister's company, his state of mind would never be as plain as water. Probably in a state of panic all day, and then extremely repulsive and disgusted by his special skills.

It's just that because he's not alone, there's no need for him to share this sentiment with other people.

At that time, he never thought that she would leave one day.

At lunchtime, in the garden of the gardening department, Yukimura sat on a wicker chair and leisurely ate the bento prepared by his mother.

"Jingshi also needs to make more friends." The girl fiddled with the pot and casually brought it up.

"I think that's enough for now." Yukimura smiled indifferently.

He has always felt that his friends do not rely on quantity but on quality, and probably Sanada and tennis club are enough. But it's not necessarily that he's very familiar with the tennis club's candidates. He almost never attends their offline events, such as Marui and they always go to the dessert shop or the video game city, and of course the main thing is that he doesn't like these places.

"I mean here," she paused, gesturing to her chest, "Seiichi's heart hasn't been let go. ”

Yukimura was rarely silent.

It was as if there was a hard shell in his heart, and very few people could break it and break in.

She is the person who knows him best in the world, should she be called a twin?

After half a ring, he hooked the corners of his mouth: "Isn't this good?" ”

It doesn't matter if other people don't know him, it's enough for you to understand. He meditated in his heart.

What responded to him was a pair of blue and purple eyes full of sorrow.

The change of the first qiē was in the second year of the country. Returning from an exchange in China, he suddenly collapsed at the station.

For him who loves tennis, not having a healthy body is undoubtedly bad news.

A person who had been in the clouds all this time suddenly fell and fell into a dark swamp with difficulty turning over. It is like a sailboat sailing smoothly on the sea that suddenly breaks its sails by the wind, struggling and churning in the boundless water, and seems to be unable to escape the fate of sinking to the bottom of the sea.

After the hospital, when Yukimura felt truly lonely, he realized how self-righteous he was in normal times.

He used to be the best of the crowd, even if he was not too close to others, but everyone sincerely obeyed him and identified with him, he was a star-studded being.

He once regarded self-righteous arrogance as enjoying solitude, but now it seems too ridiculous.

After coming to the hospital, teachers and classmates came to express their condolences and care at first. The class first organized a class committee to visit together. There are also many girls who love him, and they even come over to send flowers together, which looks so discordant. And the people from the tennis club came to accompany him every once in a while.

The table in his hospital room was always full of condolences, and the flowers in the vase had never withered.

After his family was busy with him every day, his mother even asked for leave from the company to take care of his daily life full-time. And my sister, who has always hated hospitals, runs to the ward as soon as she gets out of school.

These warmth are probably a rare touch of warmth in the ward, healing his scarred heart that has fallen to the bottom.

However, as time went on, the number of visiting students gradually decreased, and in the end, only Sanada was left to come regularly every week, and the tennis club members agreed to meet once a month. After his condition stabilized, his family handed him over to the doctors and nurses, and his mother resumed her normal work.

Each person is an independent planet, and it will not stop the rhythm of revolution and rotation because of the stagnation of other planets.

In this world, everyone has their own life. A person's frustration will only make people stay for a short time. But in the long run, the pace of progress will never be held back by one person.

The plain tone of the hospital once made him feel that he was in a vast white ice field, between the sky and the earth, he was the only one, no matter how he shouted, no one responded.

Smelling the pungent smell of disinfectant water, sometimes he even has dark thoughts: if he leaves, the people around him must be sad at first, but the wound will always heal with time, and he will eventually fade in the memories of others. One day, he will also be laughed at in after-dinner chatter.

The only consolation is that I still have my sister by my side.

She would tell him a lot of jokes, in fact, he didn't sound funny at all, but he would laugh with her, watching the other person laugh wildly, and a warm current slowly warmed his cold heart.

Seeing her pretending to smile, his heart instantly understood her sorrow. This is the place where she left, and she should have rejected it, but because of him, she stepped into this forbidden place again.

In his spare time, he would draw with a pen, and she would lie beside him, quietly watching his every move.

If you add to that the warm sunshine, lazy cats, and bright flowers, it's just that.

Although there were only snow-white sheets and the pungent smell of disinfectant water, it was probably a rare light to see through the gloom.

Just when he was about to accept the fact that he was sick and decided to face it positively, she chose to break this rare peace.

The nightmare strikes again, and it pushes things to a point where they are no longer to be done.

Until now, he has long been discharged from the hospital, but he still deeply remembers her sad and broken eyes and heartbreaking words.

"Jingshi, goodbye."