After that, the surgery, which did not have a high success rate, was very successful. Then, thanks to his efforts, the recovery effect was good, and he was able to stand on the green court with a tennis racket in his hand. Although he still lost his first tennis match in the end, his heart was not as heavy as he imagined.

Unwinnable fights, sometimes not worthless, at least made him understand that he still has a long way to go.

A qiē seems to be going in a good direction.

However, Yukimura knows that no matter how hard he tries to forget, there will always be a hazy clot in his heart. As time passed, the clot gradually turned into a slender rope, and instead of disappearing, it tightly bound him.

The fragments of memory seem to be scattered into countless fine dusts, inhaled unconsciously, and then stagnated in the lungs, and as the number increases, it becomes more and more uncomfortable.

Even though she is now gone, she is already deeply embedded in his heart, as if she has become one with his body.

Qiye quietly listened to Yukimura's words, and the warm male voice soaked people's hearts like water, mixed with amazement and loss, lingering in her heart.

She glanced down at the diary in her hand, two different handwritings were intertwined, and on closer inspection, she could see that one of them was slightly heavier, and the whole was more elegant. The other is slightly more delicate, but the pen is distinct. The former is probably Yukimura's, and the latter is probably his sister's.

"I believe what Yukimura-kun said," she raised her eyes and looked at him earnestly, "but so what? ”

Yukimura was about to open his mouth when the door opened slightly, and then he saw his sister poking her head out and staring at him with a smile.

"Sorry, didn't bother you, did you?" She cautiously walked over with a plate, but her eyes kept drifting to Qiye.

"If Sister Asahi doesn't like it, I can go and change to something else." Harina Yukimura gently placed a cup of milk tea on the table, her purple-blue eyes full of sincerity and curiosity.

"Thank you for your hard work." Qiye nodded at her, picked up the milk tea and took a sip.

This milk tea is a little scary, and she quietly puts the milk tea back to its original flavor.

Harina Yukimura squinted and smiled, obviously not thinking through Nanaya. She wanted to stay longer, but found that there was no other excuse to stay any longer, so she walked out with a smile.

Yukimura Seiichi looked at the cup of milk tea on the table that had not been touched since he took a sip, and his heart suddenly understood.

The girl in front of me is a little interesting. Joy and anger are not light, not to say it, ordinary people face things they don't like, after being asked by outsiders, most of them are polite and pretend that they like it, but she neither says that she hates it, nor does she say that she likes it, but just politely thanks. It can be said that he has his own standards and arrogance, and is unwilling to deliberately cater to others. Cheng dù is quite similar to him.

"What does Asahata-san like to drink?" Yukimura asked.

Qiye bumped into the other party's deep blue-purple eyes at a glance, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart, why are the people around him all human spirits and never miss any small details.

She thought for a while before she slowly spoke: "Tea, right?" It's all pretty good, but my favorite is probably Darjeeling black tea. ”

In fact, she has drunk a lot of tea, and in her heart, each tea has its own characteristics, and it is difficult to evaluate which is good or bad. My favorite is Darjeeling black tea, which has a fragrant and elegant smell and a delicate and soft taste, and it is naturally called "the champagne of black tea".

"Coincidentally, I also like to drink tea." Yukimura curled the corners of his mouth.

Although his favorite is Gyokuro, he will not refuse black tea.

Qiye couldn't help but glance at the boy in front of him.

In the world, the probability of people meeting each other is 1 in 5,000, and the probability of people getting to know each other is 1 in 200 million.

They were all in the middle of the line between normal and abnormal, and they thought they were the only ones on the edge of the plate, but they didn't expect to find another person.

She used to think about how nice it would be if she could meet someone like herself. It's just that as time goes by, she has always been alone, so she has gradually accepted that cold reality, and has become accustomed to it. Unexpectedly, when she was disheartened and decided to go alone, when she met him who was also standing alone, an indescribable feeling instantly surged in her heart.

Is it excitement, delight, or surprise? Seven nights feel more about hating each other.

She's had gone through the toughest of times, and apparently the boy in front of her was still struggling. As soon as she saw his bitter smile, she couldn't help but think of her previous self.

"Looks like we're very similar." The corners of Nanaya's mouth hooked up an imperceptible arc, and his expression softened.

"I think so, too." Yukimura took over.

Nanaya nodded involuntarily.

To tell the truth, the two of them are like living in an ice shell, and it is difficult for the outside world to break in, and outsiders need strict review to stay temporarily. However, the identity of the same kind is like a VIP card, which easily lets go of the strict inspection.

"And what do you want me to do this time?"

Yukimura Seiichi was about to open his mouth when he heard a soft knock on the door, followed by a small crack in the door.

Harina, you really have a unique interruption technique. He was a little hopeless to hold his forehead: "Qing Nai, what are you here for this time?" ”

"I'm ...... Mom told me to deliver dessert! Harina Yukimura's face flushed instantly.

She wasn't lying. She and her mother were so curious about what was going on upstairs in the living room that they were too embarrassed to run to the door to eavesdrop, and they were disgraced when they were discovered, but they still couldn't suppress the thumping gossip.

"Go and bring some snacks to my brother." Yukimura's mother talks about a plate of desserts stuffed into Harina's hand.

"I just went to deliver milk tea, and it's not good to go?" Haruna said with some distress.

In fact, she is very entangled, on the one hand, she is like her mother, she is very curious about the relationship between her brother and that girl. If you are just communicating and studying, or discussing club affairs, you don't have to be invited to your home, but you can go to your own room. However, on the other hand, if she disturbs frequently, her brother will not say anything on the surface, and she will inevitably be dissatisfied in her heart, and she does not want to make her brother angry.

"This is also hospitality, and your brother is really, bringing people into the room and preparing nothing for others." Yukimura's mother raised an eyebrow, deeply dissatisfied with her son's inconsiderate hospitality.

Actually, Mom, you're more curious about what your brother is doing. Harina said silently, but she didn't dare to pierce her mother's seemingly high-sounding but childish mind. Although she constantly despised her mother's gossip in her heart, her hands and feet walked towards her brother's door with a plate in her hands......

She just obeyed her mother's orders!

Yukimura Seiichi saw his sister's red face, and his shame was mixed with a little curiosity, and his heart was clear.

There is a gossipy mother and a curious sister at home, and I don't know what to say. He wasn't angry, just a little helpless.

"Just leave it here," Yukimura Seiichi paused and smiled a seemingly gentle smile, "We'll come down later." ”

So there's no need to keep asking for news.

Harina Yukimura put the plate on the table, her eyes wandered between the two, and she reluctantly closed the door.

This little bit of caution or something, sure enough, is still hard to escape my brother's fiery eye Venus.

I've never eaten pork and I've seen pigs run. According to her experience of watching love dramas for many years, she feels that there is no sour smell of love between her brother and girls, so what is it that makes her brother invite girls to his home, and he still goes directly to his room?

The mysterious name of the note popped up in her mind for some reason.

And while Harina Yukimura was meditating, Seiichi Yukimura told Nanaya the real purpose of inviting her this time.

"You mean, let me help find her?" Nanaya frowned.

"It seems like a very capricious thing," Yukimura tilted his head, looking a little distressed, "but it seems that only Asahi-san can help me at the moment." ”

Nanaya lowered his head and looked at the diary spread out on the table again.

Two different strands of handwriting are staggered, similar but different, as if writing the entangled fate of the twins.

"I don't necessarily be able to help." She said softly.

Since his sister, who has been with him for many years, chose to leave when he was most painful, it was bound to no longer appear in front of him. And to be honest, it's a question of whether she still exists in this world, let alone looking for it.

Three thousand worlds, in the vast sea of people, the probability of finding a person is so small, not to mention that the other party is a special species that intends to avoid.

"It's okay," Yukimura curled the corners of his mouth, "I'm glad Asahi-san can agree." ”

Qiye looked at Yukimura's gentle smile, three points of gentleness, three points of pleasure, three points of relief, and a point of imperceptible amazement, and silently breathed a sigh of relief. However, she couldn't stop thinking about the feasibility of this matter.

Chiaki approached Huang Se just to say unspoken confessions to him. Knowing that the final outcome is separation, he is like a moth to a fire, and he does not hesitate to do so.

And what about Yukimura? Is it just to say goodbye to my sister?

The two of them must be similar people. If it was her, it would be more than just a word of thanks or goodbye.

If it's her......

It was like a ray of sunlight suddenly shining in the darkness, removing layers of fog. She seemed to understand a little bit why Yukimura was obsessed with finding the lonely soul.

Thinking of this, she nodded towards Yukimura: "If you can help, please advise me in the future." ”