The hoarse voice contrasted with the scars on the side of the face, which still had some marks, and it looked a little terrifying......

Uraba pressed Sakurano's shoulder, and his voice sank with some concern.

"Sakurano? Are you alright? ”

"Hmm......"

Putting down the hand that covered her eyes, Sakurano raised her head and smiled softly, but a dark whirlpool quietly flowed under her eyes.

"It's okay......"

"How does it feel?

You seem to be a little lost in the second half, do you remember anything? ”

Puba picked up the record in his hand and looked at Sakurano, who was still a little stunned.

"Did you feel any change in your mood?"

"Hmm...... It's not bad, some of the memories are getting clearer......"

The corners of her curved lips were quietly dyed with a trace of color that was not pure, and Sakura turned her head to look out the window at the sky that suddenly became gloomy, and her voice was slightly hoarse.

"It feels like something I'm missing is slowly coming back to ......"

Standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, the sudden heavy rain outside the building smashed on the glass and broke the water, Puchang looked down at the figure of the hospital downstairs holding an umbrella and slowly walking away, and took out the mobile phone in his pocket for a moment, with a solemn expression......

"Moxi, Moxi."

Ryuzaki put down the magazine in his hand and picked up the microphone on the table, a moment later.

"We will send you an invitation letter within three days, please consider carefully and give us a reply as soon as possible."

"Yes, yes, I see."

Hanging up the phone, Ryuzaki's eyes fell on the tennis magazine spread out on the table, and the eye-catching report was once again imprinted in his eyes.

"The first round of selection for the Japan-US friendly tournament is about to begin"

Knocking on the table, Ryuzaki looked upstairs and shouted, "Sakurano! ”

"Grandma? What's wrong? ”

Sakurano, who heard the voice, poked her head out and met Ryuzaki's complicated and proud eyes.

"Come down, there's a little bit of something about you that needs to be heard."

"Huh?"

Seeing Sakurano's somewhat confused look, Ryuzaki pointed to the magazine on the table and said slowly, "Maybe you have to think about this matter seriously, this is really a great opportunity for you who want to face the past." ”

"'Japan-U.S. Friendship League'? I heard Sister Nai Liang say it. ”

Taking the magazine handed by Ryuzaki, Sakurano lowered her eyelashes, and there was a faint light in her eyes.

"You mean, they sent me an invitation? Or just skip the invitation to the semi-finals of the preliminary round? ”

"Yes, accept the invitation and you will directly qualify for the semi-finals."

Ryuzaki nodded, with pride in his tone, "This is also their affirmation of your past strength and achievements." ”

"Past strength and results...... ......"

Touching the corners of his forehead, the heart-palpitating medals and certificates in the box flashed in his mind, as well as those faintly flashing fragments of light and shadow, Sakurano frowned and chuckled.

"I ...... Is that the .......Anesidora......?"

"When you get better and everything remembers, you will be our proudest Anesidora......"

Touching Sakura's hanging head, Ryuzaki's face hid a distressed look, "Didn't you say that after receiving treatment, there is a memory that is gradually recovering?" You didn't have the resolve to regain your old intentions, and now, the time has come......"

"Well, why don't you go to the place you know best, maybe those memories will be retrieved sooner."

"I ...... The most familiar place? ”

Sakurano raised her eyes, and a dark glow swirled under her eyes.

"Where is it?"

Sighing, Ryuzaki looked into Sakurano's eyes and spoke in a solemn tone.

"Arena. That's where you're most familiar. ”

"Think about it,"

Looking at Sakura's somewhat confused look, Ryuzaki seemed to see through her thoughts, and waved his hand with a slight smile.

"Don't say you can't play. Even if you don't know or resist swinging the racket for the past few years, but, Sakurano, my granddaughter, you must know that some memories are engraved in the bone marrow, and as long as you make up your mind, the feeling of running and swinging the racket will inevitably spring back into your body again. ”

Looking at the back of Sakurano, who was silently walking upstairs in contemplation, Ryuzaki sighed softly, and the mist rising from the teacup in her hand covered her eyes with distress and worry, and she didn't know if she would go on this step...... Is it a blessing or a curse......

Walking back to the room, Sakurano breathed a sigh of relief, fell on her back on the bed, after the morning's treatment and the news she just learned, she was a little tired physically and mentally, lying on the bed and looking at the ceiling with her eyes open and not knowing what she was thinking, and unconsciously slowly fell into a coma.

It was the darkness again, burying her head in her palm, and Sakurano stared at the swirling deep black with a hint of weariness through the sight between her fingers, and closed her eyes tiredly, pretending to ignore the depressing aura.

The corners of her lips were slightly bitter.

The deepest face in her mind came to mind, and the smile that proudly belonged to the victor had flashed countless times when she fell and was embarrassed, full of disdain and contempt, so that she couldn't help but ignite the anger and disobedience in her whole body to get up again, and throw herself into challenges again and again.

She thought she still hated that person, hated her arrogance, hated her conceited pride in tennis, hated her fighting like crazy on the court, scarred and fighting for glory and love.

…… In fact, you may not know that your future and your dreams are tightly intertwined with the clap in your hand. Even if you fight for your life, you can't give up, you will hold on, with love, to chase until your soul is exhausted. It's every golfer's fate, and no doubt you're the same......

The man said this, with a smile of enjoyment, to her who was still ignorant at the time, and at that time, Sakurano clearly remembered that she saw that the person's whole body was shining, shining, shining, and beautiful......

Yes, she is the same, she will also hold on, for the tennis that she and that person love, the dream that they chase together.

But, Sakurano trembled slightly, and sadness overflowed in the eyes buried in the palm, but, I want to be with you, before I can shine like you, you can't, leave me alone......

We're going to be together, we're going to be together......

The faint light in the distance was still radiating the brilliance of the stars in the distance, and there were scenes circulating around him, and he couldn't help but tears falling smoothly, and the water-colored flowers condensed in his palms, Sakurano whimpered lowly, fading away all the pure ignorance of smiling......

"Mom... Mom..."

"You just remember that woman like that? Don't you remember, she's the one who makes you carry so much! All you have to do is trample her down! ”

The fluttering sound that lingered again broke the circle of light and shadow, and carried a hint of resentment with it.

"That madman! What a mess of dreams! Aspiration! Create such a tennis ball! She was still so naïve to think about the dream of that Raushzi! Isn't it, are you going to go crazy with her! ”

The voice full of endless resentment shook all of Sakura's body and mind, and she was speechless, just clasped her knees tightly, and the corners of her lips gradually arced firmly in the boundless and endless resentment.

"Your future, your everything, is mine! Since you have created such a powerful me, you are useless and still cry here with that ridiculous dream! ”

The voice seemed to be a little out of control, with irrepressible despair, coldness, and resentment, "I want to use this demonic tennis ball she taught me to destroy all the ridiculous and weak people who have hurt us, as well as this useless tennis ball, without leaving ...... behind."

"You're crazy! You are crazy! ”

Finally, Sakurano raised her head, her sour eyes that were already tearless, and she looked at the endless gloom with fear, with a smile on her face, and finally smiled stronger.

"Destroy all this, what are you left with! What a stupid thing to say that is not worth mentioning......"

"I do hate her, I hate her,"

Sakurano curled up, her eyes aching, but she remembered it like that.

"I hated her for saying that she was waiting for me to defeat her, but she turned around and left me alone; I hate her for leaving it all to me and making me so painful and so hard...... But I hate myself even more,"

"I hated myself for not trying so hard, so hard, for not being able to defeat her before she left me; I hate myself, why can she laugh and arrogantly refute everyone's criticism and resentment, but I can't, I can only use useless, cowardly, and evade everything, and finally, huh...... I made you show up! ”

"You know, I hate it like that! Hate her, hate me, hate many, many ...... But there is only one thing, I am very glad, I am glad that she has left me, in your opinion, not worth mentioning, that fearless, innocent dream. ”

Sakurano smiled, laughed and laughed, and tears flowed.

The sound of those curses disappeared again, and Sakurano looked at the light and shadow in front of her with tears, and the faint flickering light was exceptionally quiet and beautiful......

The waterfall splashing down the deep pool in the mountains, like silver in the light, on a stone exposed to the water, a little girl in a black bathrobe sitting, the jade color flashed on her hair and waist, quiet, soft, tough, beautiful......

With her eyes closed, her delicate face was smiling and gentle, and the splashing droplets were glorious, right in front of her eyes, transforming into beauty.

"The fastest thing in the world is light, and you must use a quiet heart, love, firmness, and faith to transcend the ...... of light."

"Forget everything you see, feel it yourself, feel it with every inch of your body, every inch of your mind, every inch of your soul, feel it, you can taste it, you touch it......"

"In the instinctive pursuit, you have to be happy, you have to love, you have to cherish ......"

Don't give up, can't give up, can't give up......

I love it, yes, more than anything......

She opened her eyes slightly, and the brilliance that poured out in an instant shone on the water curtain, and she saw that the person who was still dazzling, under the most brilliant gaze, looked back among the flowers, and the city was indescribable......

The mountains and forests sounded softly, the wind swept through the ears, and every part of the body and mind was obediently soothed, and when I stretched out my hand, my fingertips seemed to touch the rhythm of the wind for a moment. Birdsong, water flow, or silence, in these moments of sinking and impetuousness, there are too many precious touches and experiences into the body, seeing, hearing, smelling, touching, every centimeter and every inch, incomparably real.

Sakurano trembled slightly and touched the scene with her hand, only to feel the vibration of memory, to feel the fermentation of those points of light rubbed into her body, and to bridge the mood and glory of the light and shadow bit by bit......

Her long eyelashes trembled slightly, Sakurano slowly opened her eyes, her eyes seemed to have won nirvana and liberation after another great battle, she got up and walked to the window, looking at the clear sky after a night of heavy rain, and exhaled softly.

Fang Cai's dream is like riding the wind and wandering in his memories, washing away many distracting thoughts that have accumulated, and all kinds of the past come to mind again.

Those words that were once half-understood, those emotions that could not be understood, after a long time of troubles and precipitation, courage and determination, bit by bit, savored carefully, she was still pushed onto the destined journey, the glorious journey.

She pushed open the window, and saw the golden light through the clouds, reflecting the water color, only to feel that the leak in her heart was finally full and stitched up little by little, she looked at the golden color revealed behind the scattered haze, and smiled.

In her eyes, the timidity and trepidation of those old wounds gradually faded, and gradually became similar to the arrogant but passionate person in the dream, no regrets, firmness, courage, faith, and, fervent love......

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