The night is bustling, and you can see the scenery from above.

Huge floor-to-ceiling windows with bright lights outside the window, and a silent room inside.

Draped in a bathrobe, he crossed his arms and looked at the gorgeous night view of the city, his eyes were clear, and it seemed that under the reflection of the lights, there was more unspeakable loneliness and complexity.

"Meow~"

A thin cry came from his feet, and he squatted down and picked up the black cat that was spinning around his lap. The pure black coat color is inconspicuous in the dim room, only a pair of dark green eyes faintly light.

"It's true."

Looking at the cat's emerald eyes, he muttered in a low voice, really like that person's eyes.

"Meow~"

Thinking too seriously, the speaker subconsciously increased his strength, and the cat jumped out of her arms with a loud scream.

Looking at the figure of the cat running away in a hurry, the light in Izuyin's eyes dimmed, but, no matter how similar it is, it is just like it. No matter what, she couldn't find the same eyes as that person, and she couldn't find the look of her irrepressible and inextricable eyes.

In that person's eyes, there will never be her, only another person, another person she can't like anymore, but no matter what, she can't hate.

Paralyzed against the window and slid down, the sound closed tiredly, and a smiling outline was sketched in her mind, a beautiful woman who was so beautiful that she couldn't bear to blaspheme with a smile or a smile, a beauty that she would never be able to chase, but could never reach, a proud back.

Why, it's you. Why, it's you.

couldn't help grabbing the placket of his chest, curled up in the sound, let the corners of his eyes burst into tears, and wet the sleeves little by little, disrupted, and the room was silent.

Even on weekends, the city is bustling and busy, reflecting the warm midday sun.

In front of the quiet white building, the sunlight gathered on the girl's slender body, embellishing the brilliance, which made passers-by look sideways.

Izumi stroked the long hair of the shawl, and looked at the three words "inpatient department" flashing in the light for a long time, before holding the flower and raising his legs to walk in, his face naturally revealing a noble and elegant, arrogant smile.

"Knock knock."

"Please come in."

With a clear and soft voice, the sound hooked the corners of his lips and pushed the door open.

The young man was sitting on the hospital bed, holding a picture book in his hand, and the sunlight shining obliquely on his body was gilded all over him, which set off the young man's clear eyebrows and warm lips.

The green band on his forehead reflected a dazzling light, and for a moment it almost shook the eyes of the visitor.

"You are,"

Yukimura stopped moving his brushstrokes and looked sideways, even the questioning of doubts was soft.

"Playing the river."

Speaking lightly, Izumi stepped forward and inserted the flowers into the vase on the cabinet next to the hospital bed, the dark black dazzling eyes, and the elegant and noble colors flashed in the light, "Sanada-kun should have mentioned to you that I came to visit." ”

"Oh yes."

Yukimura looked away from the flowers, a little surprise and a slight smile in his eyes.

"Do you usually bring roses with you when you visit patients?" It's still black.

"I love roses. No, you can't. ”

Shrugging his shoulders, he swiped his fingers across the black petals and touched his lower lip, revealing a color that was better than the flowering season.

"Of course, it's beautiful, thank you."

Yukimura smiled softly and bowed slightly, "Genichiro did mention that the acting minister this time is a very powerful little girl. ”

It was meant to be a compliment, but as soon as Yukimura finished speaking, the voice next to the bed had already leaned down, and the delicate face was approaching, and the tips of his lazy hair even swept over his cheeks.

“My sir。”

"Please call me by name. It's very rude to call a lady a little girl, isn't it? ”

The color of the pupils of the sound is very dark, and the low voice reveals a noble arrogance, Yukimura looked at the calm face that was very close to his eyes, feeling the warm and fragrant breath of the other party, and felt a little strange but very interesting, and couldn't help but be stunned for a few seconds before he smiled dumbly and nodded.

"Yes, I apologize for my rudeness, and I ask you to forgive me, Miss Soga."

Tilting his head slightly, after hearing Yukimura's half-helpless half-joking answer, Izumi blinked without expression, and actually approached the handsome face in front of him a few points, Yukimura even felt that the girl's long eyelashes had swept over his cheeks, and he leaned back a little inappropriately to avoid it.

"It doesn't matter."

The corners of Izu's eyes were slightly raised, and he was almost close to Yukimura, who was slightly avoided, and the warm breath of his lips sprayed on the young man's ears with a faint fragrance of roses, and the visible halo stained his jade cheeks, "I forgive you." ”

The temperature on the cheeks is slightly cool, and the girl's pronunciation is very strange, but with a special rhyme.

Yukimura was stunned by this unusual contact, and the corners of his lips suddenly fell a slightly cool breath, and he was surprised to raise his eyes, and he was facing the sound of his eyes, and her long eyelashes were like wings under the sun's plating, and the bright color was overwhelming.

By the time Yukimura came back to his senses, Izumi had already stood up straight again, looking out the window, his slightly trembling eyelashes elegant, but with his familiar and unfamiliar loneliness.

Fingertips brushed the corners of his lips that were still stained with a slightly cool breath, Yukimura smiled lightly, only to hear Ichiro say how decisive and powerful she was, clean and vigorous, and now that I really see it, I only feel more curious, how different it is, you, play the sound of the river.

"How did Miss Soe come up with the idea of coming here?"

Yukimura's thoughts were only for a moment, as if what had just happened was just speculation, and his face was light and his words were gentle.

"Curious."

The sound seemed to come back to his senses, and a bright smile appeared in his eyes, like a flower.

"It's out of curiosity. Although you have not been there, it seems to be inseparably present in Lihaida. I think you must be an amazing character to be talked about by them all the time. So, I'm here to see you, Minister Yukimura. ”

"Well, everyone."

With a chuckle, Yukimura's gaze turned to the window, a dark color was emerging under his eyes, and he didn't speak for a while, but his voice was a little lower, "Inseparable, maybe." Everyone at Lihai University cherishes the same inseparable dream. ”

"The king, the king Lihaida, our glory, they have to guard, together with this part that I can't do, to protect the glory of the king, the dream of Lihaida."

Dingding looked at Yukimura's side face, and the thoughts of the voice wandered, and a slight sense of sadness suddenly arose in his heart, I don't know who it was for.

Everyone here seems to have an extremely strong belief and pursuit, that person is like this, the whole Lihai team that fell to her is like this, and the Yukimura in front of him seems to be like this......

What kind of obsession makes them so determined, and the persistence in their eyes is endless.

Izumi shook her head, she may understand, but it must not be clear, but faintly, she has a hunch that this obsession will give her the answer this time this trip to Japan.

The sun has gradually turned west, and the light is no longer so intense, only the clouds on the horizon are as beautiful as flowing fire.

In the empty court, the messy balls were scattered all over the ground, and there was only one figure, who had been practicing with his racket from morning to evening, and the sweat from his body soaked into the ground under his feet, and he was wet.

After coming out of the hospital, Izumi wandered the unfamiliar streets for an afternoon, but near the evening, she unconsciously came to Qingxue, where the person she was chasing.

The emptiness of the campus was expected by her, but the somewhat silly person in the stadium in front of her was not in her imagination.

Izumi stood not far behind him, watching the figure repeat itself countless times, sweating like rain, she could even imagine how often his arm trembled from excessive exertion, but he, as if unconscious, never stopped.

For a while, she was a little silent, and she hadn't seen more hard and difficult training, even she had experienced it, when she practiced until she was unconscious, when she was so stressed that she couldn't cry, she didn't have such an astringent feeling.

Just under the blood-like clouds, she looked at the slightly trembling figure, her heart was inexplicably blocked, and the tip of her tongue was astringent.

Taocheng practiced against the wall alone, saying that it was practice, but in fact, it was more about venting.

He stared at a point on the wall, his hand movements without the slightest pause, but his mind was so chaotic that he had no thoughts.

The foot injury was much worse than expected, the days of recuperation were prolonged, and it was not even possible to withstand long periods of intense training.

Thinking of this, Taocheng's forehead couldn't help jumping again, and he was very angry at his own incompetence, but he could only soak in this one and vent his frustration by endless swings.

"Smack!"

There was a strong pain in his head, which suddenly pulled back Momojo's mind, he looked at the stone that hit him at his feet, frowned, turned around, and faced a pair of calm beautiful eyes.

"Song Jiang, out of the voice?"

The three-time body in the air that day was really unforgettable, and Taocheng simply recalled it and said the number, "What are you doing here?" ”

"What about the others?"

Ignoring Taocheng's question, Izumi slowly walked into the field, and the corners of his eyes were lazyly provoked.

"Weekends, no training."

"Oh, why are you there?"

Hooking the corners of his mouth without smiling, Izumi looked at Taocheng, whose eyes were a little gloomy, and slowly spoke, "Is there any extra shooting?" ”

"There's... What are you going to do? ”

"Fight with me."

Tied up his long hair, and took the racket handed by Taocheng in his voice, there was a slight tiredness in the depths of his eyes, and his tone was a few degrees lower, "Who told you and me to be sympathetic to each other." ”

"Huh?"

Didn't hear the whisper clearly, when Momojo was confused, the voice had already walked to the court, he frowned, and finally followed, just hit, he also needed to vent anyway.

There is no score, no referee, and no rules, this duel under the sunset can no longer be called a duel, it is just a vent for two people. There is no skill to speak of, just a brute fight of power against power and speed against speed.

Seesawing, wheezing, sweating like rain, depressed, low, but hearty.

There is nothing else, no fetters, doubts, unwillingness, helplessness, just balls and rackets, just hitting and greeting, no losses and wins, no beginning and end.

All the while, Izumi felt the familiar wind brought by the trajectory of the ball, raising her scattered broken hair, captivating her eyes.

Just by feeling, with the intuition that you have gained over many years, to hit the ball, to chase, to forget everything, only one side of the court in front of you.

Momojo wanted to laugh, although his overexerted hands were swollen, there was a faint pain emerging, and although his well-recuperated feet were a little sore, which was a precursor to recurrence, it was nothing.

He only wanted to laugh, in such a battle of venting without scruples, desperately, without any worries, to meet and indulge in tennis.

And so on, until they were exhausted again and again, until they finally fell unconscious, suddenly falling to the ground in confusion, until the last clouds on the horizon dissipated and the neon was brilliant.

Izumi stood up again with her weak body, the racket slipped from her twitching palm, she looked at Taocheng, who was tired and fainted not far away, brushed her face, and the corners of her lips faded to white.

She turned, dragging her trembling body away.

On the dim street, she smiled softly, and the corners of her slightly raised eyes were scratched by transparent liquid, blooming in the blurred lights, reflecting her elegant and noble, arrogant smile.

The black rose is noble and mysterious, but under the sharp thorns, it is fragile that ordinary people do not notice. The precious roses, which had only begun to fade a little after a few hours of brushing their fingertips into the bottle, Yukimura couldn't help but think of the strange girl who was arrogant and lonely everywhere during the day.

Once again, he unconsciously stroked the corners of his lips, where there seemed to be a faint scent of roses, Yukimura thought, slightly distracted. "Bang bang bang!"

The not-so-light slapping sound was particularly abrupt in the silent night, and Yukimura looked at the pretty face that was banging on the balcony door outside the house, and a stinging pain came from the fingertips of a shaking god, and blood beads rolled down, cutting down from the tip of the thorn, like tears.

"You."

Getting up and knocking on the balcony door, Yukimura looked at the blushing cheeks in front of him, but his eyes were surprisingly bright, sniffed the refreshing smell in the air, and frowned, "Have you drunk?" ”

"Hmm."

He threw himself on Yukimura's hospital bed briskly, and his voice was sluggish, but there didn't seem to be anything out of the ordinary. "How did you get up? This is obviously the third floor. Yukimura looked out, and his expression was inevitably a little surprised.

But the sound didn't seem to be heard, just curled up, his face was flushed, his expression was as lazy as a cat, and his slightly squinted eyes had a seductive light, staring at the air vaguely.

"How much wine did you drink?"

to be able to do such a casual thing......

Yukimura put on his coat, approached the bed, sat down and leaned his head slightly and asked, but only came out with a voice that didn't care about himself, "No, I don't want to go back." ”

"I mean, how much alcohol did you drink?"

Stroking his forehead with some annoyance, Yukimura sighed, and was about to give up the question, but the voice suddenly moved.

"Huh? Wine! ”

As if she had just heard it, Izumi lazily propped up her upper body and approached Yukimura beside her, her breath was mixed with the smell of wine, but it was also mixed with the fragrance of roses, wrapped into a bewildering rope that was difficult to break free, her eyes were bright and free, and the candle flame at the bottom of her pupils was faint, "Yes, drink, heh...... What is the best thing to drink? Well, you say..."

Stretching out his fingers, the trembling fingertips somehow touched Yukimura's forehead without a forehead band, "You say..."

"You."

Angrily and funny pulled down the fingers on his forehead, Yukimura's face at the moment was full of helplessness and surprise, and he wanted to ask Ide why he didn't go home and came to him who had only met once, but then remembered what Sanada had said that this girl came to Japan alone.

After thinking about it, Yukimura sighed lightly, and when she looked at Zun again, she had already pulled a thin blanket and fell back into the bed, her hair loose, shallow covering her delicate side face.

"This." Sighing a little helplessly, Yukimura took a breath and was about to get up, but he found that the corners of his clothes were pressed by the sound, and when he went to break away again, he raised his eyes to a pair of shining eyes that came from the side.

"What do you want to do?"

With a little lazy and misty, the voice pulled Yukimura's fingers and shook them again and again, and his eyes were bright and a little intoxicating.

Yukimura couldn't help but be a little shaken when he looked at it, and one of them was unnoticed and was dragged down on the bed by the sudden hard pulling, and the breath of the two instantly narrowed closer, and even their eyes were entangled in one place.

"Say, what do you want to do?"

Bisheng Izumi was ignorant at the moment, staring at the gurgling eyes, and approached Yukimura's wryly smiling face without knowing the situation, and the smell of wine mixed with the faint fragrance of roses brushed the eyebrows and eyes of the young man Weihao, and he was intoxicated.

"I didn't want to do anything, Miss Drunk."

Looking at such an innocent and childish voice in front of him, Yukimura broke away with a smile and laughed, he was still palpitating at the bold actions of this lady in the daytime, and now he just begged not to make any accidents. "Wake up, bar."

"Hmm, what kind of wine is this!"

took the warm water handed by Yukimura, poured it down a few sips, but after drinking it, his face was bitter and unhappy, "There is no taste at all!" Do you think I'm fooled! ”

As she spoke, she jumped up and pounced on the slightly startled Yukimura, with a fierce face.

Yukimura was startled, subconsciously took a step back, and when he came back to his senses, he saw that the misty girl who was still dancing her teeth and claws just now had stopped her movements at this moment, turned her waist crossed, frowned, and looked at him thoughtfully.

"What do I think of you? Don't we know each other? ”

Izuni tilted his head, blinked his eyes and looked at Yukimura who looked helpless in front of him, nodded firmly for a while, and said to himself, "Well, right, I really don't know you." Certain. ”

Yukimura looked at the voice that was already confused, and shook his head a little funny, but when he shook his head, the picture flashed in front of him, and before he could react, he had already pulled a rogue koala on his body, a koala with ignorant eyes and doubts, but a little sad.

"Stranger, let me tell you a story, okay? I'll punish you for listening to my story! ”

This is still an arrogant and domineering koala who is obsessed with stories.

Yukimura was pounced on by the sound, his body couldn't control his balance, and he sat back on the edge of the bed.

"Good...... You tell the story, and I listen. ”

He said yes haphazardly, silently praying that Miss Koala, who was drunk in his arms, would be at peace, and the drunkard began to babble.

"Once upon a time, there was a very, very beautiful, very, very lovely princess, she was the kindest princess in the world......

Izuku waved his hands, making exaggerated gestures in a daze, but suddenly paused and shrunk his body.

"She has a rose... There are thorns... It's very short, and it's not good-looking at all. But... The princess liked her very much, was very nice to her... Don't let her be lonely... Don't make her sad, Rose feels like she can be the princess's flower... Really, the best thing in the world. ”

In the blink of an eye, the expression on Izune's face blurred a little, with a strange sadness of reminiscence.

"But... She fell in love with the prince again...... The best prince in the world who is very gentle and gentle to the princess. The prince is also very good to the roses. Water her every day and let her blossom ... Say a lot of gentle and beautiful things......"

"But, but the prince is good to her only because she is the princess's flower..."

Gently covering his face, Izumi completely curled up in Yukimura's arms, and his voice was small, with a little astringency and grievance.

Yukimura looked at the top of her fluffy hair, which spread out into elegant and beautiful flowers, covering her deeply buried face layer by layer.

"Roses are really sad... She really likes and loves the prince very much... But the prince liked the princess very much, and liked it so well. It's really annoying, and the roses are sad and sad and they go bad... The princess accidentally hurt the prince, and she pierced the princess's beautiful hand with a thorn... Fled. Although she also hates herself for being bad, she can only do this......"

There was a long pause, and just when Yukimura thought that the person in his arms had fallen asleep, the koala suddenly burrowed into his arms, burying his head, and a muffled voice came out intermittently.

"Can't be hated... No... Like. Roses can only be... That's it, that's it, that's it......"

You can feel the placket in your arms being slowly wet, the wound on your fingertips suddenly and faintly aches, it seems that the dried blood stains are shallow, drilling into the heart, Yukimura was silent for a long time, and the paused hand gently stroked the hair of the person in his arms, softly, silently comforting.

O noble and beautiful rose, the most intoxicating fragrance of this burst, buried in the vastness of time, long and long under your sharp spikes......

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