"I'm used to it," Otoyu said with a smile. There was a touch of sadness in his eyes as he looked out the window. It was just because of the rain, but it had nothing to do with love.
Yes, I’m used to it. I’m used to calling him senior. I’m used to calling him Kikumaru-senpai. I’m used to that person’s indifference from beginning to end. I’m used to it.
"Are you used to it?" Fuji Shusuke spoke slowly, with a gentle and delicate voice. The tenderness between his eyebrows kept blooming, like a fresh lily. The lights above the aisle shone on his body, faintly
A warm yellow glow surrounded him
If Otowa is a quiet being, then Fuji Shusuke is a gentle and tolerant being.
"Saya, you are already used to everything Hyokutei does." Fuji spoke again with a slight smile. In fact, there are also some so-called habits. It is easy to develop, but it is difficult to change.
"Yeah" she nodded without hesitation. She had gotten used to it a long time ago, just like she had gotten used to Qingxue.
"Habit is such a terrible thing," Fuji sighed, "So, is Saya used to Atobe now?"
Keigo and Otowa lowered their heads. The light of the watch on her wrist shone with a glaze-colored halo. It was very bright. For a moment, it seemed to illuminate her eyes.
"It seems that I'm used to it." She raised her head and looked at the young man's smiling eyebrows, her smile was clear and shallow.
"It seems like a really good habit." Fuji opened his ice-blue eyes and looked out at the empty space, "Saya, what's the name of the song you played?"
Yinyu raised her head and saw the boy's eyes that were as incomprehensible as the deep sea. She answered, "Xingyue Myth, a thousand-year-old fairy tale." Her voice had a light anti-inflammatory sweetness, like her person, and the melody was rippling in the breeze.
It also seems to echo in their hearts like floating life or fleeting years.
"This is the second time I've listened to it," he said, imitating her gesture and sticking his fingers out of the window. The rain kept hitting his hands. "The first time was in the music room, between Tezuka and me.
We all heard it, but it’s a pity that we didn’t find you.”
It's a pity, yes, it's a pity. When they went in, there was no one else there except a piano. Except for that song, it echoed in his mind again and again.
Yinyu listened quietly, listening to the boy's clear voice. The tone was very soft, as clear as water. The last time, it was like a reincarnation. And she was used to not recalling the past, the secret about the past.
, or more likely, far more than a thousand years, so I just forgot about it
"It's a very nice song. It feels a little different from last time, but it's still as beautiful." Fuji smiled, with a water-colored ripple on his finger, "I still hope I can listen to it again."
Otoyu's faint smile faded away. She had already said that she didn't want to touch the piano anymore, but it seemed that she had made an exception again, so I don't know if there will be a next time.
"Saya, don't hate Tezuka, he just doesn't believe it." Fuji looked at her with a very serious voice, a very serious emotional hatred, which is an extreme emotion. In youth, you really don't need this kind of thing.
exist,
"Senior Fuji, do you think I will hate you?" Otoyu shook her head and looked at the point in the distance, overlapping with the memory of the past, "Wrong, I won't hate it, and I don't want to hate it." In the past, she wouldn't hate that point.
People, now, she still won't hate Tezuka. Love can be a momentary thing, or it can be a lifelong thing. Everyone can fall in love with different people at different times. No matter who leaves the other, he cannot live and forget.
Let us be strong, and so is she. She doesn’t know if she has learned to be strong, but she has begun to learn to be relieved, to bless, and to give up.
"He just doesn't like her, how can he hate her?" She said, her eyes still looking at that point, the busy point, yes, he just doesn't like her...
"That's good." Fuji's smiling eyes and endless tenderness. He knew that mentioning these would make her hurt. However, many things were already in front of him. Knowing that, it was only a matter of time.
"Let's go, it's very late." Fuji closed the window and walked indoors
"Yes." Otoyu nodded, and the two of them walked silently. The orange light shone on the walkway, pulling their shadows apart and then lengthening them.
Walking to the dormitory, Otoyu sat on the bedside, and what kept lingering in his mind was that young man's clean and clear face, with a clear smile as brilliant as a camellia.
Very beautiful, very beautiful smile, just like seeing him for the first time, but there is less disgust for her, which is really good
She is already very satisfied
Satisfied
Satisfied
The rain outside the window seemed to have subsided for a long time. She could hear the sound of rain hitting the window. She opened the window and a cool breeze drifted in. The wind mixed with rain blew a faint refreshing feeling in her eyes.