"Oh, that's it." Otoyu continued to focus on the book in her hand, automatically ignoring the focused eyes of the people next to her. In fact, she really hadn't thought about this problem. She was living a good life now, and there was no need to give herself any more
What else is added to life, and most importantly, there is something more terrifying in her heart, that is, that terrible woman at night
The Atobe family's English teacher
"Don't you regret it at all?" Asako Akiyama admired Saya Otoyu to the point of admiration. Sometimes, she was so slow that she really didn't know what she was thinking.
Unfortunately, Otoyu put down the book in his hand again. Outside the transparent glass, the clear blue, light-colored sky and misty flowing clouds were as beautiful as ever.
As for regrets, she seems to have them, but it has nothing to do with those
And what should she use to remember every bit of the past, the lost years, and the departed love? She has not forgotten it, and she has already begun to learn to miss it.
Regret, it’s really unavoidable
"Saya, what are you thinking about?" Akiyama Asako's voice came to her ears again. She came back to her senses, smiled and said, "It's nothing." Then she opened a page of the book with her hand. The black characters in the book brought a faint scent of ink.
, Life is like this book. When you turn one page, there will be the next page. Occasionally, when you read it again, you just recall that no matter what it is, sadness, pain, joy, happiness, it all happened in the past.
It is also the truest proof of time
Or maybe, after everything happened, thinking about it now, maybe it was a destined encounter, a destined departure, and a destined new beginning.
After a long time, she opened the book again and looked at it carefully. She had to say that the book was more important.
"I really don't know what you think about every day. It's so weird." Akiyama Asako left her seat and went to discuss with others. When talking about the chosen person, she felt envious and jealous at the same time.
Hearing the sound of them talking non-stop, Otoyu leaned against the back of the chair. When he raised his eyes, his eyes were slightly blurred. As he chuckled, time stopped.
As Akiyama Asako's eyes moved, she saw the faint smile on the corner of Saye Etoyu's lips. Suddenly, she felt as if she saw a clear loneliness.
Recently, the weather seems to be exceptionally good, and even the air has a fresh and dry smell. The sky is still bright, very blue sky, very white clouds, very bright colors, just like a blue and white watercolor painting.
, but it has a natural and transparent color, and it looks even more distant,
In the afternoon, during the activities of various clubs, Otoyu walked directly to the tennis court with an English book in one hand and a schoolbag on her shoulder. She did not join any clubs, just like Qingxue, but she spent every afternoon at the tennis court.
There, because of Atobe Keigo, she was quite free.
She still remembered what her brother said when she asked her to join the club. Now, she has really found it. However, she really likes that place. She can be very close and watch the group of teenagers working tirelessly.
She also has her own goals, and of course she will work hard
Sitting on the lounge chair, she still held the English book and read it carefully. A slight breeze blew from time to time, bringing a comfortable coolness. In fact, the wind throughout the summer carries temperature. However,
For them who were sweating, it was very cool.
Atobe Keigo took the towel that Kachichi handed over and wiped the sweat on his forehead. Then he put the towel on his neck and sat on the rest. He tilted his head and happened to see the page of the book that Otowa was looking at.
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He got closer and read it out. The pronunciation was very accurate. It seemed that what the teacher said was true. Atobe Keigo was really a genius boy.