Sitting in the car, Otoyu lowered her head. Occasionally she opened her eyes slightly, and her eyelashes swayed slightly, covering up too many thoughts. She turned her head and looked at the transparent glass, seeing the clear sky outside.
A few days ago, she heard from her brother that he had been discharged from the hospital and no longer played tennis. It was very serious. What about the injury?
She stretched out her hand against the glass window, her slender fingers were transparent white, and remembered that she had been so close to him before, but if she could only look up from a distance, in fact, it would be best this way. It was a beautiful memory, wasn't it?
These are enough. If there is no hope, there will be no disappointment, and there will be no more despair. She smiled, but the melancholy in her eyes still lingered around her, as if she was deceiving herself again.
Two shadows passed by her eyes, they were...
Tezuka Kunimitsu and Kiyoki Hashika, she looked at them without moving her eyes, from the front, to parallel, and then to the back, the car quickly passed them, and suddenly, tears fell
What Qingmu is holding is...
deep purple cornflower
That's her cornflower
Why did it get into her hands?
She buried her head in her legs, and the suppressed cries kept coming out. Her shoulders kept shaking, as slender as if they could be blown away by the wind, just like the leaves and withered leaves of the shame tree that kept falling outside.
, the veins of the lifeless leaves drift again and again...
When she got out of the car, she put on those eyes just to cover her red and swollen eyes. She turned around and looked into the worried eyes of the driver.
She bent down and said to the driver, "Please wait until I come back."
Then, when he turned around, his black hair suddenly became tangled.
Like black threads, wrapped around her eyes, her world was black...
When she raised her eyes, they were still transparent blue, so she lowered her head, closed her eyes, opened her eyes, and the faint smile on her lips, finally turned into a wisp of wind, echoing that transparent sadness, and her heart, delicate
It hurts
"Tezuka-senpai, these flowers are really beautiful!" Kiyoki Hashika held the pot of cornflowers, small dark purple flowers, bright and beautiful.
"Yeah" she nodded in reply. Tezuka looked at the cornflower in her hand and a flash of purple light flashed in his eyes.
"Tezuka-senpai, if you like it, I can give it to you." Qingmu blinked his eyes, plucked a flower from a place where he couldn't see it with his fingers, and then crushed it, leaving the sweet smell of cornflowers in his hands.
"No, isn't this what you gave to your father? So I can't have it." He looked forward, the lavender in his eyes had disappeared, leaving only deep, black pupils.
"Tezuka-senpai, are you really going to Germany?" Kiyoki Hashika's voice was a little trembling as she hugged the small flower pot in her arms. So how could she change the relationship they had finally established if it was not going to be terminated again?
Tezuka's eyes looked into the distance, and his hair was lifted up with a deep golden color, which was like the smell of sunshine. Although his whole person could not match the sunshine, at this time, his hair was
, indeed, it is like a winter day, with some warm sunshine slowly rippling around.
"Be back soon," he didn't know who said it. It wasn't Qingmu, it wasn't him. Who was it? He turned his head slightly and looked at the pot of cornflowers.
Come back soon, leave temporarily so that you can never leave in the future