I'm starting to get nervous again.

I wasn't used to that.

But in front of Yuichi Fujisawa, only in front of him, I always have a little bit of a different performance.

At that time, I really wanted to attract him, but on the surface I didn't care. But what I didn't know was that this idea of self-indulgence was clearly written on my eighteen-year-old cheeks, and I always thought that I had hidden it very, very well.

If not, where will there be?

"Mr. Fujisawa." I picked up my shoes and bag, disguised my embarrassment, and saluted him.

He picked up his cane from the side, and propped himself up on the bench with his right hand, as if to stand up, which I had seen a few times in the store, and his legs and feet were a little inconvenient, and each time he stood he had to do it with a lot of force like this. Every time I look at him, when I get up to borrow strength, the muscles in my hands burst out, but there is no trace of difficulty on my face, I feel very uncomfortable.

I remember Yagyu once mentioning Yuichi Fujisawa and telling me that the café we worked at was not a regular customer of Yuichi Fujisawa before the sign, and that the old store required customers to queue up at the front desk to pay for and receive coffee, and despite his physical impairment, Yuichi Fujisawa never took advantage of this trip. He doesn't see himself as a person with limited mobility.

I know what Yuichi Fujisawa is doing now, and I don't have much contact with him, but I know a little bit about him. When I went back to school alone, he gave me a ride in his private car and was willing to walk me back to my dormitory. When my sketches were scattered across the streets, he crouched down to pick them up for me. He, such a gentlemanly man, stood up at this moment in response to my greeting just now.

Are you so tired? I want to ask him.

But now is not the time to do that.

"Mr. Fujisawa." I stopped him before he could exert his strength, "That...... If you don't mind, can you sit down with me and have a chat? ”

……

What happened next was unexpected.

Before that, I never thought that one day I would sit down and chat with Yuichi Fujisawa.

It's a chat, but I'm actually talking about it alone.

I told Yuichi Fujisawa that I grew up in an orphanage and became a beneficiary of a charity project when I was five years old. I went to the best aristocratic college in my hometown, and my grades were very good, and I went from elementary school to high school, and I studied hard to get into the university I am studying in, and finally I got my wish, so I came to Kyoto; I told him how I got a job in the café thanks to a little lie; I even talked to him about my roommate, the annoying Tomomi Nagasawa, and told him about what had happened in the past month, omitting the part where she persuaded me to "find another way", and I tactfully complained that I didn't have an empathetic roommate who was easy to get along with.

"That's it, I didn't have an invitation letter, so I had to leave the press conference." I say.

He didn't speak, just looked at me. You can't imagine how gentle his face is under the dim streetlight, and I don't dare to let my eyes look at him.

He listened patiently to me, and then, he said, "That Miss Nagasawa, is she a beauty?" ”

"Huh?" I haven't reacted yet.

He smiled and said, "Your words are full of jealousy. ”

Am I jealous of Tomomi Nagasawa? How could I be jealous of her? I...... Is there really none?

It was a beautiful girl, young and beautiful, even though she was also a girl, she lived under the same roof, but she had money, friends, and free time that I didn't have.

Maybe as Yuichi Fujisawa said, I'm jealous of her, but so what, it's not the first time I've met a girl with superior conditions like her, and jealousy isn't the only reason I hate her.

"If only it were jealousy." I say.

God, why should I talk to him about this? How could someone like him possibly understand the terrible self-esteem of a poor student like me?

I'm really... What a fool!

I stood up and bowed to Yu Fujisawa and his party, "Mr. Fujisawa, thank you so much for listening to me complain." But I still have something to do, so let's go first. Good bye. ”

I turned around with my back straight.

"Miss Su, please wait." He stopped me from behind, "Are my words unpleasant to you?" ”

I said in a blunt tone, "No." I threw down those words and walked away quickly.

I didn't expect that Yuichi Fujisawa would follow.

I have received quality education since I was a child, I have developed morally, intellectually and physically, and I often walk to save money, and I also have sound legs, so I can walk quickly without effort. But Yuichi Fujisawa is different, he hides it very well, it is difficult to see the problem with his legs without looking closely, he always walks unhurriedly, and seems to have a leisurely gait, but I think maybe it is because he can't walk fast at all.

"Miss Sue." He was begging me, "Please slow down." ”

I didn't look back, and the scene of Fujisawa Yui leaning on his cane, trying to keep up with me, came to mind. My heart softened all at once. I stopped and turned away.

"Mr. Fujisawa, you don't have to be like this."

He managed to keep up with me, and God knows how he did it. He stopped a few paces away from me, his hands on his cane, supporting his entire body, his meticulously combed back dropping a few strands of hair on his wet forehead.

I've never seen him like this.

"Miss Sue." He gasped, but with a smile on his face, "I almost couldn't catch up with you." ”

I'm speechless.

Qin Chuan once said that I took myself too seriously.

He didn't know that I valued myself because I was too poor and had only a little self-esteem left. It's that terrible self-esteem, which can't stand the prying eyes and contempt of others. I have treated Qin Chuan with righteousness and strictness, and I have also lost my temper with Tomomei Nagasawa.

But in the face of Yuichi Fujisawa, I couldn't say anything.

Because, because of the person he is, he is different.

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Later, I took the initiative to bring up this paragraph with him.

"Look at me." I said, "It was stupid. ”

"With such a big temper," recalls Yuichi Fujisawa, "I was never so embarrassed. ”

"I'm sorry about that." There is no sincerity at all.

He smiled secretly when he heard this: "Do you want to hear what I thought at the time?" ”

I was interested: "Come on." ”

"I was desperately trying to catch up with you, but I was thinking in my heart, this little girl looks like a little girl."

I was so ashamed that I pulled a pillow over my head. The voice under the pillow was muffled: "What, I've been a little girl for many years." ”

With a light face, Yuichi Fujisawa took the pillow covering my head, and he leaned over and looked at me seriously.

"Fuji, Fujisawa-sama..."

He looked at me, and after a while, he hugged me into his arms and sighed slightly: "If you are frank..."

Before I could figure it out, his kiss fell, gently, forcefully.

Sometimes I think that he and I may be getting farther and farther away from each other in these small moments.

That's all for later, though.

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I was silent, and he didn't speak.

Maybe I should say something, softly, or angry, if I still have emotions. But I can't, I can't do anything about Yuichi Fujisawa.

Yuichi Fujisawa's breath gradually calmed down, and he reached out to straighten the fallen strands of hair. I feel like he's become the calm Yuichi Fujisawa I'm familiar with again.

I should apologize. I think. I quickly organize the language in my head.

While doing this, I was thinking about stepping on something hard with my bare feet, and I subconsciously moved the soles of my feet to change a comfortable piece of ground.

"Wait!" Yuichi Fujisawa suddenly let out a voice and grabbed my arm at the same time, leading me in his direction, and I almost crashed into his arms unsteadily.

How...... What's going on? I was about to ask a question, and the words were already on my lips, and a gust of wind blew, and I suddenly sneezed.

The temperature in Kyoto in early summer is not high, and although the girls here wear miniskirts all year round in the wind and rain, I am afraid of the cold, and I usually wear jeans that cover my ankles. Dressing up like this today is indeed out of the way. After being barefoot for so long and the wind was blowing, I probably caught a cold.

But how can you sneeze in front of him! It's death! My face burned with a thud.

"Sorry, rude." Yuichi Fujisawa let go of my arm and took off his suit to put it on for me.

I watched with an embarrassed look as he crouched down on his cane where I had been standing, and I realized that there were a few pieces of broken glass scattered on the ground, which had almost not penetrated into the soles of my feet...... Luckily, Yuichi Fujisawa pulled me away.

I watched with trepidation as Yuichi Fujisawa picked up the broken glass in the fine sand with a handkerchief, and I looked around to see that there was no trash can nearby, and when I turned around, he had already wrapped the broken glass and put it in his trouser pocket.

"Don't!" I blurted out, "It's easy to hurt yourself." ”

He looked up at me and smiled gently, "It's okay. He leaned on his cane to get to his feet, "I'll get rid of it quickly." ”

I looked at him with a slight struggle, and felt my nose sour, and I bit my lip: "Thank you, Mr. Fujisawa." ”

He stood up, his back to me silently, his cane tapping twice on the ground, and then, he turned and came face to face with me.

"Why are you always so polite?" He said. With a smile on his face, he still spoke in a gentle tone, but I knew that he was a little angry.

"Because...... I ...... "Wait, what kind of person is he angry about?" Is it my fault? I wrapped his suit tightly, there was a light aroma on it, and my back was straight, "Isn't Mr. Fujisawa the same?" Why blame me? ”

"I'm not accusing you." Serious and sincere.

"Obviously, there is!" Seriously, seriously.

“NO！”

“Yes！”

We looked at each other, did not back down, and the situation was deadlocked.

Ten seconds later, Yuichi Fujisawa said, "Susu." Let me give you a suggestion. ”

"Please." It seems like...... What's wrong?

"Don't walk barefoot like you do today."

“…… Oh. ”

"Also," he said, "Susu, please don't call me Mr. Fujisawa again." ”

The moment my brain stopped thinking was from this moment, and I was completely stunned, my hands trembled uncontrollably, and I heard only a "pop", and my shoes and bag fell to the ground for the second time tonight. I snapped back to my senses, reflexively crouched down quickly to pick up the damn shoe bag, but didn't bother to get the suit draped over my shoulders, the expensive, insensible piece of clothing sliding down my shoulders.

In the end, it was Yuichi Fujisawa who caught the suit.

He knelt down on one knee in front of me with his cane and draped his suit over my shoulders again. At such a close distance, I looked at him, and there was a playful smile in his dark eyes, as if to say, "Ah, look at you." ”

I stepped back a little and said, "Thank you." All I can say is this.

He smiled and shook his head, his gaze falling on my shoe, the signature cherry pink sole. He must have seen that the high heels were from his house.

I could guess what he was trying to say, explaining: "The heel is too high, I can't get used to wearing it." ”

I'm already trying to imagine his answer, maybe he'll tease me, "Isn't this what your top design students should be solving?" ”。 But he didn't, he lowered his eyes, he couldn't see the emotion, and he said, "It's a little taller." ”

I didn't know what to answer, so he stood up with his cane and held out his hand to me: "Come." ”

He's such a gentleman. I thought so and shook my head: "Thank you, I can do it myself." Lisso stood up.

Yuichi Fujisawa's gentle face was of unclear significance, and he inserted his hand into his trouser pocket and said, "Please come with me."

In this way, I ignorantly followed Yuichi Fujisawa out of the sycamore trail that made me ugly, he handed over the glass shards to the driver's uncle, and invited me to leave with him, and then I got into his Bentley parked outside the path. It wasn't until I smelled the crisp perfume of Yuichi Fujisawa next to me in the cramped carriage that I realized what I had done.

"Akiyama, don't go back to the main house yet." Yuichi Fujisawa said to the driver's uncle, "Send Susu back to the dormitory first." ”

"Yes, young master." Akiyama glanced up at the rearview mirror, and his tone didn't fluctuate.

This uncle who looks unusual, I secretly wrote down his surname.

The streetscape keeps going backwards, and the car drives smoothly through the streets of Kyoto.

I remembered half a month ago, when I had just met him, and it was the first time I was so close to him, I was so nervous, but on the surface I was calmer than anyone else. It's like now, obviously he is sitting next to him, and even the smell of perfume on his body is on the tip of his nose, but I only feel in a trance. In fact, since I met Yuichi Fujisawa, I've been in a trance all night.

"You seem to care about the launch." Yuichi Fujisawa said suddenly.

I was stunned. What does this mean? Doesn't he care? But...... He wasn't even in attendance.

"Doesn't Mr. Fujisawa care?" I asked.

"Huh?"

"Because Mr. Fujisawa was not in attendance. This is a very important press conference. I looked at him, his hands folded on his cane, his side face hidden in the flickering light, a little distorted, "Is that okay?" ”

"Ah, it's okay." He said.

I didn't answer, and he continued, "Because it's not an occasion I have to attend. Besides, I prefer to stay in a quiet place in comparison. ”

What kind of occasion did Yuichi Fujisawa have to attend? I didn't ask, and I didn't really care about that. I have other things that I need to care about.

But the car stopped at this moment. I peeked out the window, and it was downstairs in my dorm room.

So fast...... I was a little lost, unbuckled my seatbelt, opened the door and was about to get out of the car. Yuichi Fujisawa stopped me: "Susu, wait a minute. ”

I stopped, only to see him ordering Akiyama to deliver a wooden box. He handed me the box.

I hesitated for a moment and took the box. It's really heavy. I looked at him, and he whispered, "Open it and see." ”

It's that voice again, the voice that once bewitched me in Zhinian Sook-hee*'s shop. It dawned on me what the contents of the wooden box were. But I, obviously unwilling in my heart, reached for the wooden box uncontrollably, unfastened the buckle carved with classical floral ornaments, only to hear a soft sound, I lifted the lid, and in the body of the box inlaid with blue velvet, there was a pair of black medium heels.

I wanted to pick up one of them, but the tentacles were soft and delicate uppers, and I withdrew my hand like an electric shock.

Yuichi Fujisawa said to me, "Please accept it as an apology for not allowing you to enter the venue due to negligence at work." ”

He was really generous to give such an expensive "apology". But I have known since I was a child that you should not accept gifts from others, because you do not know what you will pay back. Yuichi Fujisawa gave him a gift, and who knows what he wants from me?

I decisively closed the wooden box, put it on the seat, and reflexively got out of the car.

"Mr. Fujisawa," I bowed to him in the car, "thank you for your company tonight, goodbye." ”

After speaking, I turned away without looking back.

The Bentley behind it departed after a brief silence.

I managed to defend my dignity in front of Yuichi Fujisawa, but I wasn't happy at all.