Keigo Keibe looked around, and he was standing in the middle of a European-style garden.

Not far away, the water of the fountain is bubbling and making a tinkling sound, the milky white statue shows the beauty and holiness, the high and low trees are endless, and the flower beds are full of all kinds of flowers that are very neatly arranged, colorful and dazzling.

A scene of birds singing and flowers, quiet and peaceful.

Just as he wondered why he was here, he turned around and saw a familiar figure.

Asahi Nanaya was standing by the flower bed, squinting and smiling at him.

Seeing the smile of the person in front of him, he was completely stunned.

It was a smile he had never seen before, and for a moment he felt that it was brighter than the flower in front of him.

He must be dreaming. He thought silently.

"Thank you." Asahi Nanaya approached him step by step, and then, as they had met for the first time, gently took his hand without warning.

And this time the trace was not as angry as the first time, but surprised.

He still remembers such a touch. They once held hands and walked around the summer festival and walked through the deserted country lanes.

And just as he was about to open his mouth to ask the girl in front of him, he noticed that her eyes suddenly widened, her lips opened slightly, and the smile on her face disappeared, replaced by a panicked face.

Then a rapier pierced her chest, stained with blood. A shocking red stained her clothes.

He tried to step forward to hold her body that was about to fall, but just as he reached out his hand, he woke up.

Another nightmare.

He touched the sweat on his forehead and slowly closed his eyes.

Even in a lucid state, the terrible image in my mind always lingers.

Think about it day and dream night night. His nightmare was not unfounded, but built on seeing her fall.

Keigo Keibe will never forget what happened that day.

Early in the morning, just after returning from morning exercise, one of the subordinates of the Kibe family suddenly called him, saying that he had seen an unexpected person in Shinjuku with Asahi Nanaya. It's not surprising that her subordinates know Asahi Nanaya, she once came to the Jibu house with Hino Nen because of the tennis incident, and she is probably a girl of the same age who rarely visits her home, and she is soon remembered by many people.

And what this subordinate said to him made the trace slightly startled.

He said that by Asahi Nanaya's side was a man who had stepped into the dust many years ago. As for why he remembered it so clearly, it was because he himself was the orphan saved by that person.

Asahi Qiye always has all kinds of strange things happening around him, and he has long been calm about this, and this time he always feels some bad premonition in his heart.

So he silently took the matter to heart and sent her a message. It happened that day to go to my own courtyard, not far from Mt. Takao.

However, he didn't expect to receive an emergency call from her later.

She doesn't like to trouble others, and unless she is cornered, she will never press that button.

He sent someone to the shrine to find the mysterious woman, while he took a helicopter to the place where he called for help.

However, when he hurried over, he was stunned by the scene in front of him.

That bad premonition came true.

The heroic man in the mouth of the subordinate pinched the neck of Asahi Qiye and smiled brightly at him.

"Let's let you experience the feeling of watching someone you care about die and not being able to do anything about it."

That image then looped through his dreams countless times, changing patterns, as if he had returned to the difficult time of being possessed by a resentful spirit, which was a headache.

Maybe he will understand after he loses it, but when he attended her funeral, he thought of the time he had spent with her in the past, and then his heart was a little sad.

"If you think of her and have no master, it's probably in love." A friend who likes to watch love, Shinobu Shinobu once joked with a smile.

Traces once raised an eyebrow disapplausively.

But after seeing her leave, and then falling into a nightmare for a short time, he had to start thinking about it.

Do you like it?

He didn't immediately come up with a positive answer.

Although I still have my first love, I still know more or less what my ideal type is.

Looks good to be passable, lively and educated, optimistic, serious, strong and competitive, and different. He doesn't care if the other party's family is poor or not, because he has always believed that "nobility is not in the blood, but in the heart", but the important thing is the strength of the heart.

At first glance, Asahi Seven Nights has too many inconsistencies with his ideal type.

She is not lively and cheerful, on the contrary, with a melancholy temperament. However, he was upbringed to agree, except for the first time when he suddenly held his hand. He was terrifyingly calm, and he didn't have the slightest enthusiasm for many things, let alone any competition, and even the piano competition was forced by him to participate.

But she still has a difference.

She was completely different from the other girls he had ever seen, giving people a sense of disobedience. It looks like such an inconspicuous existence, but it hides talent. It's always calm.,There's no expression.,But I'm far from being as boring as I imagined.。 He has always seen people very accurately, and it is easy to perceive what the other party is thinking, but it is always difficult for him to guess her thoughts.

The time he spent with her always shook him. Jibu has traveled many places and roads, but he has never seen a different scenery with her. The spirits and ghosts were areas he had never touched, and she led him through the myriad of strange things, as well as life and death in the human world.

Devil time, night walk of the hundred ghosts, summer festivals, mysterious shrines......

And the humble funeral at the end.

He has never been a person who easily gets caught up in the memories of the past, and he still has a lot to do, such as tennis, which can only last until he graduates from high school, as well as his studies and family business. There were too many complicated things to do, and he didn't have time to spend too much time during the day to miss a departed person.

Only in the dead of night would she be next to him in her dreams.

Should be liked. But she's no more.

If you had discovered your mind earlier, would everything have been different?

The trace department did not know the answer.

*

Keigo Keibe shook the glass in his hand with one hand, and the red wine in the glass rippled in a beautiful arc, while the other hand was propped up casually on the white tablecloth.

The party was over for the time being, and he found a corner, intending to rest quietly for a while.

This birthday feast for the head of the Xianyuan family happened to be the first anniversary of Asahi Nanaya's death. She no longer filled his heart and dreams as she had at first, but faded away from his life.

In order to fight for his studies, he lived a very fulfilling life every day, he could fall asleep when he fell into bed, and he no longer had some terrible nightmares. He rarely thinks of her alone, only at certain times, or when he sees certain things, he remembers that there is such a special girl in his life.

Soon he noticed someone coming behind him, but he didn't move. It's a buffet, and it's very normal to walk around and pick up your food. It was only after a long time that he didn't feel the person who had come to pick up the food leaving.

Turning his head casually, he saw a girl about his age, quietly looking at him.

In the midst of the uproar, the two looked at each other.

"Kibe-kun." She was the first to speak, with a smile on her face.

"Ahh Tracebe raised his eyebrows quietly.

He has always been an eye-catching and dazzling existence, and it can be said that it is not surprising that he is unilaterally recognized by all his peers in the restaurant who came to the banquet. It's just that the way the girls in front of him look at him are completely different from those who come to please or want to deal with him.

There was a hint of melancholy in the calm, and a hint of subtle nostalgia, as if he were her old acquaintance.

"I've seen Kibe-kun's game." The girl said with a smile.

Only then did the trace department take a closer look at the girl in front of her, her black hair like a waterfall hung down to her waist, dressed in low-key but not cheap simple clothes, her facial features were exquisite, and her eyebrows and eyes were indifferent, and the corners of her mouth were slightly hooked with a beautiful arc. Even he had to admit that the temperament of the girl in front of him was outstanding.

"Fujiwara-san, you're here." Suddenly, a familiar female voice rang in my ears at the right time.

Traces turned his head and found that Natsu Morikawa had appeared beside him at some point.

"Morikawa-san, long time no see." The girl named Fujiwara bowed slightly, and her face was still indifferent.

"Uncle and Aunt Fujiwara are asking people to look for you everywhere." Natsu Morikawa said with a smile.

"Really? Then I'll have to go over there. Thank you Morikawa-san for the reminder. We'll meet again. She nodded at them, then turned and slowly walked away.

Looking at the back of the other party gradually moving away, a familiar feeling suddenly rose in the trace department's heart.

He always felt that he had seen this girl somewhere, but the unforgettable appearance of the copy did not leave half an impression on his mind.

and that meaningful sentence, which made him inevitably care.

"It's a good relationship." Natsu Morikawa sighed from the side.

"Ahh Traces turned to look at her in confusion.

"Look over there," Natsu Morikawa pointed with his hand in the direction where Fujiwara left, "That's Akaji-kun, I just heard that they were childhood sweethearts, and they are really inseparable." ”

The trail looked faintly.

Fujiwara, who was talking to Akaji, glanced in his direction for a moment.

He was sure it wasn't a delusion.

*

In the first semester of college, the department began to use Twitter frequently.

Not to follow trends. He has Twitter in his country, and he has a lot of fans, but he has never been too lazy to use it. But this time he registered another unknown trumpet, just to follow someone he hadn't met.

From time to time. A budding young writer.

This has to be thanks to a dinner party that the tennis club is choosing after graduation.

Most of the candidates are the original members of the junior high school, plus three struggling high school parties who are struggling in the sea of learning, Feng Chotaro, Hiyoshirua and Kajichi Takahiro.

In graduation season, everyone goes their separate ways. He was admitted to the medical department of D University, and planned to inherit his father's business. Xiang Hi chose the accounting industry, Shishido Ryo went to sports school, and the trace department himself naturally chose the finance department in order to inherit the family business.

It's been a long time since we've seen each other, but the atmosphere is better than ever.

"Hey, why do you still have this kind of weird talk book at the party?" Xiang Higaku pointed to the book next to Hiyoshiruo and shouted.

"This is the author's first book, and the part in the magazine was finally serialized some time ago," Hiyoshiro replied with rare excitement, "It's not really an authentic weird story, it's more of a healing system, but it's good to change your appetite once in a while." ”

"Really?" Xiang Rihu stared at him suspiciously, and then took the book over, "From time to time? How does this author's name sound familiar? ”

"It may be that her serial part at the beginning was like the old school building of the Ice Emperor, and it was quite popular on the Ice Emperor's campus during that time." Hiyoshiro explained.

"From time to time?" Traces frowned.

He always has a good memory, and he still remembers the name, and the people behind it.

"Why, have you read the strange talk book too?" Shinobu looked at him with a smile.

However, the trace department didn't pay attention to the ridicule of patience: "Hiyoshi, you said that this author has just published a new book?" Is she still serialized? ”

"In fact, the author disappeared near the end of the update in the magazine. This time it is said that the author who has been missing for a long time returns, fills in the ending, and then finishes the series in one go. ”

"Really?" Traces nodded nondeniably.

The first thing I do when I get home is to search the Internet for information from time to time.

He thought it was someone else's rewriting, but when he saw that there were still her recent records on Twitter, he looked carefully at the tone of her speech, which felt a bit like a day and a night, but it felt different.

After thinking for a while, the trace department registered a trumpet, followed the night from time to time, and then put her on the watch list on weekdays.

No matter who is behind it, the truth will come out one day.

One night, after seeing a new post from time to time, he couldn't help but want to chat with each other privately.

But he didn't know what to say.

After countless deletions, it took him more than half an hour to send his first private message.

"Hello, Yeda, I've been reading your serials since high school, and I'm glad to see you publish a book."

He followed the tone of many brainless fans in her comments and edited this private message, such a humble tone, at first glance, it really did not fit his high-profile style.

I didn't expect that from time to time, the night would almost reply to him in seconds.

"I didn't expect it to be a regular reader, and I was very happy. Thank you for your support, I will continue to work hard. ”

So they chatted without saying a word.

"Night, take the liberty of asking, are you looking for inspiration during this period of disappearance?"

As soon as the trace was issued, he felt that something was wrong, so he hurriedly added.

"Because I've been waiting for a long time, I can't help but be a little concerned."

"I had to stop writing because I was sick."

"Is that okay now?"

"I'm basically cured."

"That's good, you must pay attention to your body!"

"Thank you for your concern."

The first conversation ended simply, and the always arrogant trace is really not very good at accosting.

With the first chat, there is also a second chat.

And the trace has a faint feeling.,From time to time, he is also very enthusiastic about him.,This is completely different from her who is called cold by the outside world.。 At first, almost every time, it was the trace department that opened the topic first, and then began to take the initiative to find him from time to time.

They talked about life ideals from the plot. Tiannan Haibei talks about everything.

"Yeda is a girl, right?"

"Actually, it's not hard to see, you look very similar to a boy I know."

"What's the likeness?"

"Inadvertently revealed domineering, as well as self-confidence. He has a keen ability to observe.,More about the beauty of other people's hearts than appearance.。 ”

It's really like himself, he thought silently.

Isn't it really the seven nights of the morning sun? His questions grew bigger and bigger, and he even wanted to ask directly, but reason still stopped him.

"Speaking of which, I haven't seen him for a long time, and I didn't say something very important to him at the beginning, but I haven't been able to find a chance."

"Opportunities are created by oneself, and you can't wait for them."

"That's right."

"I take the liberty of asking, what is the relationship between that boy and Yeda?"

"Redeem life."

Jibu looked at the last line of words and was stunned for a long time.

Later, he learned that he had agreed to participate in an interview with a certain magazine from time to time, and that magazine was owned by the Jibu Group.

Pushing everything off that day, he made an excuse to visit the magazine.

"Young Master Traces is here, is there anything going on?" The editor-in-chief came out to greet him with a smile.

"Ahh

"Really?" The editor-in-chief smiled and said, "Speaking of which, there are occasional interviews today, and it's upstairs." ”

"This Uncle Ben knows."

"I don't know why the always mysterious Shi Ye suddenly agreed to our request, the result is really surprising, she is actually the same age as you, young master."

The trace was silent, but quickened the pace of going upstairs.

Standing in front of the door, he exhaled deeply, then slowly pushed the door open. However, the people inside made him freeze in place. 166 Reading Network