Tezuka touched his neck and held the rose pendant in his hand. He suddenly felt a sense of coolness. He raised his eyes, and there was an unseen depth of darkness in his eyes.
"It's been a long time. What's wrong? Is there anything wrong?" He put down his hand.
"Nothing." Fuji looked at him with half-open aqua blue eyes, thoughtfully.
He stood up, approached the window, and opened it. A breeze blew in from the outside, and the broken hair on his forehead gently rose with the breeze, passing through his eyes. It was a piece of extremely clear water.
Blue always has a vague aura of the ocean, it is very mysterious, of course, it is also very beautiful, those are his pupils, unique
"Tezuka, don't go on any further," he said suddenly, placing his fingers on the glass. The sky outside was pitch black, and when he looked up, he saw an extremely bright starry sky.
"Well, what do you mean..." Tezuka also stood up and stood in front of the window with him. Their hair colors were similar, but their temperaments were as extreme as warm water and ice water, spring and winter, but
But equally attractive to the eyes
Fuji just looked outside, the smile on his face was gentle but with a hint of sadness, "Tezuka, you have to know that no one will stand there waiting for you. No matter how much love you have, there will be a day when it will be used up. Love is too much."
There will be a day when I give up. She, Zeng Jin, really loves you. You know, and I also know. Although, she just used the wrong method, but now, she has become accustomed to another way of life and is used to it.
Maybe she doesn't know or understand you yet, or even deliberately ignores it. However, the habit has been formed, and I'm afraid she can't change it. She has not forgotten you, but she has already forgotten you.
I don’t want to love you anymore”
"Tezuka, do you understand what I mean?" Fuji turned his head and looked at him, the blue in his eyes was so dim at this time, "Tezuka, I just don't want you to get hurt again."
You are so persistent that no matter how hard it is, you can't stop it. In the match with Hyokui, you were even willing to sacrifice your arm for Qingxue. Even if you can no longer play tennis from now on, you will never
I have flinched, but you can exchange tennis with your body. What about feelings? If it is a deep-seated feeling, what can you exchange for it? What's more, that person is no longer the same as before. Fu'er thought, but did not say these words.
Come out, in fact, he knows that Tezuka understands
Tezuka's eyes flashed slightly, and the pupils he saw through the lenses were extremely delicate.
"Fuer, if, I say, it's already too late." After a long silence, he slowly spoke, but his voice seemed to have penetrating power and began to break in the wind.
What if it's too late? He may have already taken notice of it. Unknowingly, it may have started a long time ago. Before you realize it, some people, some things, and some feelings have already started.
It is engraved on your heart, deeply, deeply. When you realize the seriousness, you cannot take it back. At this time, your heart and your people do not belong to you.
But, have you really missed it?
He has never been a person who likes to retreat, nor is he a person who likes to escape. Whatever he wants, he will work hard for it, even if he spends all his money.
This time, he was really in a dilemma
For the first time, his thoughts were no longer as clear as before, and some contradictions continued to intensify.
He closed his eyes, a little absent-minded, but the moment he opened them, the mood in his eyes returned to the calm state of the sea, without wind or rain.
"It's too late?" Fuji opened his eyes. Sure enough, it was still too late. In this case, he also needed to stop it, because he knew that he couldn't stop it. Perhaps, he should have thought of it from the beginning, and now,
He can only believe that Tezuka believes in him and can handle everything, including his own feelings.
"Okay, Fuji, rest now. There will be training tomorrow. You still have a lot to do. Don't forget the Japan-US friendly match. You are one of them."
Tezuka closed the window and didn't want to say anything more. Fuji also knew that if he continued to speak, he would end up with meaningless words, so he just nodded to him and walked out of his room.
He sighed and walked slowly. When he looked back, his eyes were bent into a perfect arc, but there was some distance. Such a smile was still too far-fetched, unlike his previous half-day. He lowered the corner of his mouth again. This time, he couldn't smile at all.