"Do I understand?"

Looking at Yoko Okino who returned to the room, Xia Qiu was a little crying and laughing, but she didn't speak. And when he held the racket carefully, his temperament seemed to have become much colder in an instant.

It's not that I've given up tennis, it's that I've stood on a high place. Even though it was happening, I never gave up tennis, I was just a little sad. ’

Because there has never been a person in this world who can beat me in tennis. ’

And those who can be my opponents, those former friends and rivals, from the moment I came into this world, are not in this world at all. ’

Xia Qiu said in his heart, and he suddenly felt a little sad. Because he has already come to the end of his tennis journey. Standing at the top, he has no opponents at all.

Although something did happen, the old people are gone. At the same time, the feeling of standing at a peak and seeking defeat was also born.

"It's ......"

Suddenly, looking at the pink racket in his hand, Xia Qiu suddenly remembered something. By the way, this is my sister's racket.

It looks like it's a bit old, but because it's well maintained, it's almost the same as new in many places, except for the brand new one.

I vaguely remember that when I was a child, my sister was very curious about his black racket, but he never let people touch it, not anyone. It seems that it was the first time he made his sister cry.

Afterward...... Later, she didn't talk to him for many, many days, and she went out early and returned late every day, not knowing what she was doing.

At that time, he was a little curious, but he didn't pay too much attention to it, because at that time he only had tennis on his mind.

Until, until that day, when his sister appeared in front of him with this racket, he didn't know that it turned out to be ...... My sister went out early and returned late for so many days, just for this racket.

I bought this racket with the money I had saved from delivering newspapers to adults in the morning and picking up rags in the evening.

At that time, although his reaction was cold, it was also the first time that I knew... In my sister's gentle heart, there has always been a strong self-esteem and resilience.

Later, after seeing that he didn't react, my sister never touched the racket again.

In the future, Xia Qiu has never seen this racket. I thought that this racket should be gone by now, but I didn't expect that my sister had been collecting it.

Now that this racket has appeared again, Xia Qiu can't help but think of her red-eyed and aggrieved appearance under his loud scolding, the kind of crying that she wants to cry and has nothing to talk to, and finally can only cry alone behind her back, Xia Qiu's heart is sour.

Thinking of this, he clenched his racket and came to the door of his sister's room.

"Sister......

Looking at Yoko Okino, who was making the bed as usual, Xia Qiu's sadness turned into emotion, and she didn't know what to say for a while.

"What's wrong?"

Yoko didn't notice the change in Xia Qiu at all, and still asked as usual.

"Nothing." Xia Qiu found that the words that had already reached his lips suddenly became unfavorable, "That's it...... Rackets, at the time... At that time, sister, I... I'm sorry. ”

"Really?"

Yoko suddenly paused, and finally turned her head to look at Xia Qiu, and said with relief: "I have long forgotten about that incident." As long as you don't take it away and give it away. "Book six

Hearing this, Xia Qiu's heart warmed, and at the same time he breathed a sigh of relief, and he was also a little curious and confused, because this was his sister's thing, how could he take it away and give it away?

"Because, this is my sister's 'Valentine's Day' gift to you." Looking at Xia Qiu, who was a little puzzled, Yoko said with a smile. But the word Valentine's Day was omitted, and it only sounded in her heart.

"Sister, don't worry, I will cherish this racket." After returning to the room, Xia Qiu grabbed the racket tightly.

And the moment his mind and palm brushed the whole racket, everything about the racket was grasped and clear by him, and every detail was the same.

In the end, between the racket and the summer and autumn, a sense of flesh and blood, like an arm, was born.

……………

The next day, before dawn, Xia Qiu appeared on a remote tennis court in the suburbs. In this idyllic countryside, compared with the city, there is a different style.

It's just that although this tennis court is remote, it is a bit dilapidated, and it is not an exaggeration to say that it is abandoned. Not only is the ground potholed, but even the fence that separates the inside and outside of the field is rusty, but the net is clean.

It's just that with such a venue, even for professional players, there is no way to practice. But Xia Qiu didn't care, because he used to practice here many times.

Bang bang bang bang...... Bang Bang Bang ......

Soon after, on this almost abandoned tennis court, the sound of countless rackets and tennis balls hitting one after another sounded. That's the sound of a racket constantly hitting a tennis ball.

It was Xia Qiu playing, but if you look closely. You will find that on both sides of this tennis court, the people who fight each other are actually Xia Qiu!

On the left and right, both of them turned out to be Xia Qiu herself. And the expressions are so serious and focused.

Incredible!

And, what's even more terrifying is that every swing of his racket is so fast that people can't see it. Even tennis is like this, because the speed is so fast, you can't see the ball at all.

can only let people judge by the sound that he swings the racket more than once every time, and there is more than one tennis ball that he hits with the racket.

This is tennis in summer and autumn!

Finally, when the bright sky completely dispersed and the morning light rose over the land, Xia Qiu stopped.

When he stopped, more than a dozen tennis balls swooped, with the sound of breaking through the air, scattered on the ground. And there is only one left in the summer and autumn of the two on the court.

"Hoo ......"

Finally, Xia Qiu let out a long breath. And because of the weather in the morning, the breath turned into white mist, but there was a feeling of condensation that did not disperse, and it was very long.

Bang Bang Bang ......

At this time, a burst of applause came from far and near.

Hearing the voice, Xia Qiu immediately recovered from the state of tennis concentration, and at the same time looked at it with applause. An old man in his sixties and seventies walked over.

"Are you...... That old man Inoue, I didn't expect you to be alive, it's been a long time. Xia Qiu was stunned for a moment, and then said with some surprise.

The old man in front of him is the caretaker of this stadium and the owner of this stadium. It was he who met him when he was a child. Because he often practices here.

"yes, it's been a long time." Seeing Xia Qiu, this uncle named Inoue also had a happy look on his face, "However, you kid is really annoying when he talks." ”