"Old things...... Is it? ”

The wind chimes by the window rang softly, and Sakurano opened the box with some weight in his hand, and a stack of paper certificates mixed with a few medals were scattered around the box.

Sakurano picked it up and browsed it one by one, and the more she looked at it, the more thrilled and confused she became......

Anesidora…… Who is it......

With hesitation in her heart, Sakurano put down her certificate and looked at the others.

A tarnished but clean-wiped tennis ball leaned alone against the corner of the box.

Sakurano reached for it, and a delicate mark that was hard to attract attention was drawn on one side of the ball: a small cherry blossom landed on a horizontal racket.

Although it has been a long time, the imprint of the painting is still carefully preserved.

Holding the ball in her hand, Sakura's eyes unconsciously softened, this tennis ball is so familiar...... Seem...... Seen in a dream......

"You, don't do that. I'll come back to see you tomorrow. ”……

"I, her, aren't you afraid......"

"I'm not afraid!"

"You're not far from it!" ……

The words that had wandered in the darkness sounded in my ears more clearly, as if to evoke the memories of the past years.

Sakura's thoughts were drifting, and she saw a flash of light in the box, which was an extremely delicate crystal hairpin.

The moment she saw the hairpin, for some reason, Sakurano's heart suddenly throbbed.

The pure crystal was carved into the shape of a cherry blossom, glowing with a clear and clean color in the light, Sakura's hand trembled a little unconsciously, and the moment she picked it up, it seemed that her whole heart was stung by the slightly cool touch......

There was ink in his eyes, and some soft and warm voices lingered in his ears.

"Sakura, I carved a hairpin for you, see if you like it." ……

"Sakura, don't be afraid, I'm fine."

"Sakura?" ……

"Sakura Sakura ......"

The gentle voice faded away, Sakurano's pupils faded, and her fingers shrunk, as if she wanted to grab something but failed.

There were also shrill whistles and screams mixed with the sound of exploding thunder roaring in his head, and Sakurano held his forehead, the ink in his eyes rolling.

There seemed to be some kind of remorseful gloomy resentment that roared, struggling to climb out of that last seemingly fragile cage......

A huge sense of panic rose in his heart, and Sakurano unconsciously stumbled downstairs, staggering out of the house before Ryuzaki could react, as if she was escaping some emotions and memories that were about to break ground...... It seemed that what emerged was something she was extremely resistant to and extremely unwilling to face......

In summer, there is a big difference in temperature between day and night, and there is a gust of wind in the streets and alleys from time to time, and Sakurano only wears a very thin shirt, and even if she can't feel the cold, she feels much more sober.

The panic and uneasiness in those hearts seemed to be slowly disappearing, and the ink under her eyes was slowly fading, Sakurano adjusted her breathing, but the gentle smile on her face also looked a little bleak.

She glanced inadvertently out of the corner of her eye, but unexpectedly saw a familiar figure, her footsteps stopped, leaving behind those complicated thoughts, her surprised eyes flashed, and she still followed.

Due to the previous hesitation and distance, Sakurano lost her target after a few steps, but looking at the inexplicably familiar scene around her, she thought about it, raised her foot and turned into the intricate alleyway, facing the light of the street lamp, and walked to an abandoned street court.

If it was him, Sakurano thought with a smile, this must be his destination.

Looking at the panting golfers who were sitting or lying on the ground, Ami Hirota gritted her teeth and looked at the figure standing against the light on the empty half of the court on the other side, the hateful, uninvited guest who came to challenge!

Damn, how can I always encounter this kind of thing recently, driving away Pu Yuan's gang, and now there is a stronger one!

"What? You can't do it either, do you? ”

The boy on the opposite side slowly walked out of the backlight and came to the net, and the ruffian smile was facing the vicious gaze of Shang Yamei, "I'm not excited yet!" ”

Although she wanted to continue fighting, Ami, who was already seriously exhausted, could only weakly retreat to the wall, trying to repel the tough provocateur on the opposite side with a fierce gaze.

Although he was not convinced, he had to admit that he was still physically strong in a tug-of-war with more than a dozen people in a row!

"Well, it's boring. Is Japan's street network so weak? ”

The boy who was carrying the shot shook his head viciously, angering everyone on the ground and finally preparing to leave. Ami turned her gaze angrily, but her gaze suddenly fixed on the shadow of the roadside with a silhouette that impressed her too much, that wasn't.

Without thinking too much, Ami opened her mouth in surprise and looked at the figure opposite, "Slow! Aren't you going to be a strong opponent! There it is! ”

"Huh? Is there another little girl? ”

Looking in the direction of Yami's finger, the figure in the shadow was blurred, and he could only roughly judge that it was a petite girl, the boy raised his eyebrows, and there was a somewhat evil smile on his face, "Do you want to come and play too?" ”

Sakura, who had been watching in the dark for a long time, was a little surprised by Ami's words, although she knew that she had been discovered, she still didn't move, just looked at the boy's familiar smile, smiled gently, glanced at the people who fell to the ground, and said lightly, "I'm just passing by, I can't play." "Hey, I say, little girl. It can't be that you are afraid that you don't dare to fight, right? ”

Sakura glanced at the provocative boy, and walked towards the alley where he came, leaving a thin back and a slightly smiling voice, "I don't like to use second-knife opponents, and besides, your right hand is still injured, so it's not necessary to fight me with your left hand." ”

Strange, why did I unconsciously come up with those nouns that I don't know?

Two-knife flow? Handedness?

The wind blew, and although I didn't feel the cold, goosebumps still got on my arms, and Sakurano hugged her arms and was frowning and thinking, when there was a sound of unhurried footsteps behind her.

"Hey! How do you know these? ”

Sakurano still smiled slightly on her face, and without stopping, she replied without thinking, "The elbow of your right hand is slightly stiff, it should be an intermittent dislocation caused by being swung by the racket or using improper force, and you can't hold the racket for a short time." While most people are injured in their dominant hand, your right hand also has a cocoon formed by holding a racket for many years and habitual finger flexion. ”

"But tonight, you picked out more than a dozen people in a row with your unaccustomed left hand, which means that your left hand is also used often, and your physical strength is very good, which is exactly the special requirement required by the second knife flow. The accuracy of judgment can only be achieved by the tacit harmony of physical strength. ”

"So, even if it's just for a while, I can be sure that you're not a likable opponent."

The boy listened to Sakura's inference, and the surprise in his eyes became deeper and deeper, and if the similar analysis was extremely accurate, only one person in his memory had said it......

Thinking of this, the ruffian smile on the boy's face stiffened and stiffened, it was difficult to do it.

"Wait, wait,"

Running forward and pacing slowly, the boy looked at Sakurano with a soft smile on his face, and the curvature of his lips was a surprise that couldn't be hidden, "Sakura-chan!" It's really you! ”

Looking up and down, left and right, the boy who had been staring at Sakura for a long time was still looking at his familiar silhouette, and there was surprise in his eyes that could not be concealed, "Sakura-chan, you, what you said...... Do you remember it all? ”

"Remembering what? Just those. I don't know, it seems to come out of nowhere, as if it's not under my control......"

Sakurano was also surprised by her tirade just now, looking at the stunned Long Ya, she suddenly remembered the shocking certificates and medals in the box, "By the way, do you know who Anesidora is?" ”

"Huh? Yes. I only know one by that name, and you know that too. ”

Removing the disappointment in his eyes, Long Ya smiled narrowly, and shook his finger slightly mysteriously, "Don't tell you, you can think for yourself!" "Eh, Sakura-chan, aren't you in the United States?"

Turning her head, Ryuya could ignore Sakurano's pensive expression and divert the topic, "Why did you run back to Japan?" ”

"That's right, I should have asked you."

Throwing off those messy troubles, the smile in Sakura's eyes deepened, and she looked at the boy who walked beside her, and her smile was gentle and narrow, "Wandering the world, Long Yajun." ”

"I've been in the U.S. for a long time, and I occasionally go back to Japan to have a look."

Glancing at Long Ya, who had a smug face, Sakurano smiled and stroked her long hair that was hanging down, "I think, you can't get along in the United States." "Hah! Sakura-chan, this joke, it's funny. ”

Long Ya raised her eyebrows and smiled heartlessly as usual, "What about you, are you going back to live in Japan?" ”

"Hmm."

Sakurano suppressed her expression slightly, and her smile was more different, "The doctor said, maybe a different environment will be good for my condition." ”

The atmosphere was suddenly a little stagnant, Long Ya looked at the silent Sakura, smiled slightly, and reached out to rub the top of her silky hair, her eyes were deep.

"Why don't you go in and sit down? Except for the photos, Grandma hasn't really known you yet. ”

Sent to the door of the residence by Long Ya, Sakurano turned her head and looked at the figure that had turned around and was about to leave, "It's like this every time, don't say anything, just leave on your own." ”

"Next time."

beckoned backwards, Long Ya did not look back, and walked into the back of one street lamp after another The back in the projection showed a little chic and uninhibited shallow loneliness.

That is, the back of the wanderer, who has no belonging, who does not know where to go. Sakurano stood for a long time, looking at the figure that was fading away.

She knows that the unruly back, the unruly person, also has the same magnificent dream, perhaps, everyone understands differently, and the way of fulfillment is also different, but in the end, after all, the same way.

This is a very tacit agreement.

No one asks, no one says, just wait for the result, in the life of each of them, carved, the beauty of dreams.

The dim light gilded Sakura with a light layer of warm color, as if it could seep into her torso, illuminating a proud soul with ambition, determination, perseverance, chasing dreams.

And far away from this land, there is a deep gaze watching here, where someone breathes.

He sat quietly in his chair with a crystal-like sheen, solid card flown between his delicate fingers, reflecting a soft but dazzling glow, his eyes lowered and his dark colors brushing over.

"Young master, the 'Princess' has arrived, and she can leave at any time."

After a long time of respectful instructions, he finally moved in the chair, and his slightly raised gaze swept over the old man who was still bowing rigorously, and his inaudible voice sounded in the night, low and elegant, "Well, let's go." ”

Under the same sky, many different stories can happen at the same time.

But no matter how many encounters, how many memories, or how many ways to push away the past.

In fact, all the guidelines of different beginnings firmly and unchangeably point to the same script that is developing in order, about dreams and pursuits. The ending of the script is interpreted by everyone, different entanglements, different explorations.

The only, always, and unchanging, is them, and the faint and scorching light and shadow they exude.

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