She put away her wandering thoughts slightly, picked up the pen from the table, and took notes quietly and seriously. Now there was no one to take notes for her anymore, so she had to do everything by herself.
However, she didn't know that at the moment she lowered her head, the young man looked back at her, with a flash of darkness in his eyes.
So, I watched, I could only watch quietly, but I couldn't get close
After class at noon, Otoyu picked up her schoolbag and walked out of the classroom. She put her hand on her forehead and squinted at the overly bright sunshine at this time, the very strong sunshine. Sure enough, it was Xia Tian. She lowered her head and walked towards the shade of the trees.
The big trees in Lihai are decades or even hundreds of years old. They are thick and strong, and their shade is denser than Hyokui's sycamore trees. Sitting next to the tree, she took out her notebook and put it on her lap.
Leaning my back against the tree, I seem to be just looking for bits and pieces of the past.
She closed her eyes, and the thin wind kept blowing across her face, bringing some coolness.
It wasn't until the light in front of her was completely blocked that she slowly opened her eyes and raised her head. What she saw was the young man who always smiled softly but was always obviously indifferent. She saw bits and pieces of profound brilliance reflected on him.
On his whole body, a pale white light just fell on his shoulders. The wind blew through his hair, and there was a hint of sunshine in the slight curls.
Although his hair color is purple, the spots that fall on his shoulders have some light golden color.
"Jingshi, you're here." She stood up, and the notebook on her lap accidentally fell to the ground. She quickly wanted to pick it up, but a smooth and smooth hand was one step ahead of her.
Very beautiful, very slender fingers
Yukimura Seiichi bent down and picked up the notebook that fell on the ground. His eyes lowered, but his expression changed slightly, and then he handed the notebook back to her casually as usual.
"Thank you." Otoyu took the notebook back, patted the dirt on it carefully and put it back in the bag after making sure it was not broken.
You seem to like sitting here very much. Yukimura Seiichi looked around. Since she came to Rikkai University, he can often see her in this place. If he can't find her, he can definitely find her here.
to her
However, he had to say that this place was indeed very suitable for her
Such a quiet and casual person
"Yes," Otowa nodded, "Actually, I liked this a long time ago. It's very quiet here." Yukimura Seiichi walked to her side and sat down. It was natural and casual. It seemed that this was what he often did.
things
"Me too." He just smiled faintly, and his bright eyes were like butterflies flying gracefully and gracefully, sliding down like the light of spring, dancing and then slowly falling down.
Otoyu also sat down, and for a brief moment, a faint breeze blew across their cheeks. In silence, they were both enjoying everything in nature.
It's like listening to the breath of plants and the dance of wind
She found that she always felt that warm and comfortable aura about him. Although such a person was extremely beautiful, he was not ostentatious at all. He was a gentleman and dealt with things calmly.
She remembered that the first time she saw him, that thin young man, with such a beautiful painting, could not get rid of it in her mind. The two pots of cornflowers of the same color were deeply engraved in her memory.
in, can never be erased again
"Jingshi, how are your cornflowers?" She lowered her head and looked at her fingers. Her fingertips seemed to still have the same feeling of touching the petals, with a faint fragrance.
I moved my fingers again, but I couldn't feel anything anymore
Because hers has been broken
Yukimura Seiichi leaned his back against the tree, tilted his head to look at her, a different kind of glint flashed in his clear eyes, "It's very good, just like the one I bought. The boss said that this kind of flower is easy to grow. Look at it."
It’s not a lie.”
"That's good," Yinyu responded quietly, looking at the fingers he was holding. What he couldn't forget was the fragrance of Zeng Jin's pot that soaked into his heart. At least, his was still there.
"Otowa, where's yours?" Seiichi Yukimura asked when he saw her lowering her head. In fact, he already knew it.
"It's broken." Otoyu slowly raised his head, "I accidentally broke it." In fact, it was not her who broke the potted flower, but it was still because of her. In the final analysis, she was the one who broke the potted flower.
Happiness begins to break
As for the traces of happiness, it disappeared from there.
Suddenly a flash of purple flashed in front of her eyes. She opened her eyes and looked at the small purple flower that suddenly appeared in front of her eyes. The flower had been dried, but the color was still bright.
"This is yours." Yukimura Seiichi put the deep purple flower in her palm. It was his treasure.
"Is this mine?" Otowa carefully held the flower in her hand. She felt that the flower in her hand was a little heavy. She looked at Yukimura Seiichi in confusion.
"Yes." Yukimura Seiichi smiled faintly, and in that smile, his eyebrows were painted, "That day, we went to Tokyo for a game, and we met a broken pot of cornflowers on the road, and I knew that this was
Yours, although I don’t know why, but I believe you like it.”
That day, that day? Yinyu lowered her eyelashes gently, letting the memories of the past rush into her eyes again. Thinking about it now, she was already very calm. She experienced a calculated misunderstanding and was hurt.
Broken, now, also calm, broken, just broken, can never go back
"Jingshi, how did you know it was mine?" She carefully looked at the deep purple in her hand and asked, are you so sure? What kind of confidence or feeling does it have?
Yukimura Seiichi sat up slightly. From time to time, there was a gentle sound of wind on the tree, and some small leaves fell, and there were circles of light green wrapped in light orange.
Falling quietly, soundlessly
At this time, there was an extremely clear light in the sky, and his eyes
clear and pure
"Oh, because this kind of flower pot belongs to a shop, and it has the special logo of that flower shop. Moreover, the boss said that there are only two pots of that kind and that color, so it is very precious.
"
Yukimura Seiichi smiled as calmly as a breeze. In fact, he hadn't told her yet that the two pots were reserved by him. However, because the boss was careless and sold them to others, he could clearly recognize them.
It's hers, and of course it's his too
"Otowa, if you like it, can I give that pot to you?" Yukimura Seiichi looked at the dried flower in her hand. In fact, he cherished her more than his potted flower.
The one in my hand
little happy flower
Cornflower
Shaking his head, Otowa carefully handed the flower in his hand back to him, but Yukimura Seiichi just took it with a faint smile and put it in the book.
Seeing him cherishing this dried flower so much, she didn't know what it felt like, but at that moment, she felt a little soreness in her eyes.
Such care, such cherishment, it's just a flower
And the flowers blooming and falling are just too ordinary and natural
"Since you gave it to me, then let me keep it for you, okay?" Seiichi Yukimura put the book back into his bag and said, but secretly replied in his heart, "Okay, let me keep your happiness too."
?
The flower language of cornflower is happiness
"Yes." She nodded heavily. In fact, this was originally his. He cherished it so much that she couldn't think of any reason to take it away. However, at this time, she never thought that the reason why he cherished it so much was just
, because it belongs to her, a little happiness
"Let's go, class is about to start." Yukimura Seiichi stood up and stretched out his hand.
The hand that often plays tennis, and the seemingly slender fingers, actually have power that cannot be concealed, just like his person. He seems to be a slender and beautiful young man, but on the court, he is an absolute leader and absolutely powerful.
The presence
Stretch out your hand and shake it with his. Sure enough, this hand is the same as that person's. You can clearly feel the thick calluses generated by holding the racket all year round in the palm of your hand.
He must love tennis very much, so he must be practicing it all the time