[Black Basket] Hello, world

After the snow, it was sunny for only two days, followed by continuous cloudy and rainy weather. The biting cold wind tried its best to get into the clothes through the gaps and penetrate the skin, and then there was a bigger snowfall.Compared with the winter in Russia, it is much milder here. Compared with the winter here, the past winter is as calm as a sheet of paper across the lake.Leon and Xue built a snow house in the yard of Leon's studio, and Miwako and Hugh saw the snow house for the first time.

"Will it collapse?" Hugh asked.

"The heavy snow will last for a long time, don't worry."

After finishing the snow, I didn't stay in the yard for too long, and immediately ran to the school to look for rain.Leon looked at her back with an indescribable feeling in his heart.He has never been a father, has never been married, and has not been in a relationship for a long time, but Xue is like his own daughter, raised by one hand, he loves her, but at the same time, because the two have no blood relationship, they can only treat her as an elder. Treat her as a person, that is, support and understand her decision, and make appropriate comments.Regarding Xue’s decision to inform everyone after dinner a few months ago, he could not give any reasons for objecting. Yu is her half-brother. She went to France to be with Yu. This is a blood relationship. He did not eligibility to intervene.

"You are trying to make up for him." Leon confirmed to Xue, Xue nodded without refuting, Leon selfishly hoped that she would deny his opinion.He knew that Xue was very clear about the path he was going to take in the future, but he had the responsibility to tell her, "Everyone's life is in their own hands, and should not be swayed by momentary emotions." Xue's expression did not change. She listened carefully to her words, with the same expression, never shifting her gaze, Leon suddenly stopped, and kept the long speech in his heart, "You have to be responsible for your own future, and if you make a wrong choice, you can correct it on the way. Of course, I hope you're right from the start."

"I will be responsible for myself." Xue smiled, "Thank you, Leon." She added, "I love you."

That night Leon remembered that when he was young, in his early twenties, he fell in love with a girl, but the girl liked another person, and she said love to him, but added that it was love for a friend.At that time, he felt that as long as he looked at her, even if his mood was not conveyed to him, he was happy.They had many happy times together, and in the end he failed to catch someone who was as important to him as his life.He once lost his reason for her, and once forced reason to occupy everything.What impresses him the most is Shiori’s smile and voice. The feeling of cherishing a person is still unforgettable, but he finally walked to the future. The regrets of the past and the present have left traces in his heart along the trajectory of life. This is enough, relief is a compulsory course in life.Xue's departure was within his expectations, and he didn't expect it to be so soon, but he had to accept it.

Xue's short-lived smile multiplied, and when she looked at Yu, she always unconsciously curled the corners of her mouth, her eyes were gentle, and she only looked at him alone.How happy this is, Xue thought, propped her chin and glanced at Yu who was sitting by the window to the left. It was a sculpture, and the sight of Shangxue was like a lighted candle flashing past. The two paused for a moment, and then looked at each other with a smile. How happy, Xue turned around and almost burst out laughing.

She always wanted to run to talk to Yu during the class break, but she didn't want to interfere with his interpersonal communication.Bai Hehua only knew that she and Yu hadn't seen each other for many years, and that Yu couldn't stay here for long, so she understood Xue's desire to have lunch with Yu alone. Although the two expressed some jealousy, Xue also smiled. Laughing until the two were stunned for a moment, Hua Xin took out a handkerchief to wipe the tears of relief from the corners of her eyes, and Bai hit her on the head to express her disdain for her exaggerated acting skills.

Snow started to learn French, alphabets, pronunciation, basic conversations, her ears gradually adapted to hearing the language, she spoke fast when using it to talk to Rain and Leon (his mother is French), or when being joked about The language was mixed together, and once bit my own tongue.There's always so much to say and can't stop.

Time slipped through his fingers, leaving discontinuous frames of images in his mind. Xue stood in front of the boarding gate, tiptoeing around Yu's neck. "Bon trip." Yu stared at her, held Xue's face in his hands, and placed a light kiss on the forehead. Xue curled her lips and hugged Yu. As an older sister, she shed tears before her younger brother, but it was Yu who messed up her Hair—has grown to the back of the shoulders.

After the rain left, Xue hardly said a word. Her world was composed of school lessons, the world of brushes and paints, and mellow language. Breakfast, lunch, and dinner were about six full, and she ate quickly.Once in physical education class, Yuki stood still after receiving a pass from a teammate with both hands, which caused a small game to be suspended. Masako Araki, who was on the boy's side, walked over with her arms crossed.

"Xue, what did you stop for! What are you thinking?!"

"Nothing." I was thinking, I thought about drawing a person playing the violin, a person reading a book, a person wearing earphones and running in the morning under the cherry tree, why didn't I think of drawing dynamic ones?Like Duchamp's Nude Descending a Staircase: No. [-], Matisse's simplified style, light and shadow.

Masako's head was about to burst into a huge hash symbol and hit the snow, but her spirit seemed to have fallen into another spiritual world, which made people unbearable to disturb. Perhaps it was because the eyes staring at the sky were full of strong emotions, almost the next moment It's about to explode.She let go of her hands, the ball bounced a few times, and Xue stepped over it and ran towards the exit of the indoor gymnasium.She had to, had to jot down every inspiration.

"Sister, you can achieve a level beyond most people with ordinary people's efforts. This is a talent. Don't worry, Zheng said that you have fallen into self-compulsive work caused by anxiety and tension, which is not good. I There is also a lot to deal with, but the rest is necessary."

A few strokes of green lotus were applied, as traces left by a prolonged period, followed by crimson, mixed with black, stalemate on the center line.Some strokes are crisp and sharp, while others leave trembling arcs.It seems to be walking in a dream, surrounded by a ball with a phantom square framed in the middle, and there is a fearless momentum rushing towards the basket that is split in two. The ground is a stream, a river, a sea, and an abyss. A lake like a river is a river of blood.

At first glance, it looks very uncomfortable, as if the whole dark side of one's heart has been turned upside down, and it seems that the internal organs have flowed out. The only thing that is clean in the painting is the ball. Even if the lines are not clear, it is still facing a Clear places to travel.

The house is white, and the long-term moisture has defeated the sunlight coming in from the side, climbing many green creepers, leaving more tentacles of dead vines, one by one, showing the age.Someone turned a corner of the building from the gray flat ground, and could glimpse floating shadows with fluttering skirts.

The artist seems to have inadvertently entered here, and the lines of complementary thickness and color guide people forward in the dream.Using the blurred surrounding scenery and the only clear shadow to show where the line of sight is, the painter looks forward to meeting the other party.

Through the clear water surface, the cobblestones glue a trace of coolness, the surrounding bushes are dark green and almost black, and the chaotic rocks make up for it.There is a fisherman in short clothes and shorts standing in the turbulent place far away, holding a pole with one hand, and the net is fastened to his waist, as stable as a rock.Recently, the sky is gray and gray.

Every detail is impeccable, unlike the previous two paintings, this one is completely realistic, and the painting is like a photo.

Black, black, black, a woman on the left side of the picture shows her side face, the flame flickers, and fades away to the right.The red pupils are as bright as gemstones. Although they are still, their thoughts are running at high speed.Silence is like a burst of singing in the dark, echoing in the hearts of the viewers.

There's no harm in imitating The Confessor Magdalene.

In a typical European-style room, the red-haired teenager held a violin with a peaceful expression, as if he was playing a happy ditty. The white shirt and gray waistcoat on his upper body and the cropped trousers on his lower body soaked into the shadows against the wall lamp and the burning fireplace middle.Gold and red are mixed together, the tone is relatively heavy, and the gray-purple of the curtains almost materializes the molecules in the air.There are several photo frames and glass bottles on the fireplace, as well as a doll. The mural on the wall reveals a corner, which should be a woman in a kimono.

A blond-haired man is sitting on a dark brown leather sofa, with straight hair hanging down his shoulders, holding a book in one hand, but facing away from the light, and holding a palm-sized piece of paper between the thumb and index finger of the other hand.I don't know whether he is reading a book or looking at the piece of paper. Since he lowered his head slightly, he can only see the sword eyebrows, the high nose bridge and the thin lips. He seems to be a handsome man, but he can only be described as silent.The dark tone of the picture completely freezes the time in the painting.

An elderly man stood in front of the window, wearing a plain blue shirt with the top button undone, the sleeves rolled up, and black cropped trousers.A group of children surrounded him, and the sun lit up the room, bringing laughter and laughter.The old man had a happy expression on his face, an expression of seeing a bright future.

The stove is burning, and the window panes are full of smoke. There are four people in the picture. The man is sitting on the sofa watching TV, and the woman is leaning on the man's shoulder, talking to the two chasing children with her head tilted.A boy and a girl, one wearing shorts and the other wearing a long skirt, the girl raised her hands high and strode forward, the boy leaned sideways in front of him, and the slight forward posture made people guess that he was avoiding.If you look closely at the expressions, you will find smiles on the faces of the four people, and a long-haired dog lying on one corner.

There are several pictures in comic form.Every double-numbered staircase is covered with drawing paper, a human bridge connects two cliffs, and a boy eating a lollipop stands in a chemistry classroom full of candies.

Among the five sketched plaster figures, there are three figures from Greek mythology, a veiled Jesus, and a bust of a young girl.Three sketches of nudes.

The sketch shows a tall boy playing basketball, two girls cuddling together, and several children playing with building blocks inside the house.

Circles, triangles and squares make up the painting, lines layered on top of each other without even scratching off the sketches.The judges looked at it for a long time, they were attracted by the three colors of black, white and gray and blurred the others, and recognized that it was a scene picture from the form of mosaic collage.As usual, the circle is the head, the triangle is the limbs, and the square is the torso.There are a group of gray people lying on the ground. A triangle is stuck in a square. The circle connected by this square is on top of many squares. The squares connected by triangles are in a right bow posture, and the circle is leaning back.Only this person is white in the picture, Beijing is all black, but the edges are drawn with white.

Except for the novelty of the idea, there is nothing particularly outstanding about it, and what ordinary people come up with after thinking about it is also something with unclear meaning, but perceptual people can always imagine a lot from it.

"It's definitely a scene of a beautiful and treacherous hero saving the beauty."

"It looks like a gang fight to me."

"You can see the transition from anger to calmness from TA's painting style, and some grievances happen between white and gray."

"Interesting, where is this guy from?"

What is surprising is that there is a painting with only a few lines and the background color is the white of the paper, called "Snow".

A high school diploma, more than 20 paintings, and a letter in the mailbox made her temporarily relieved that everything was going well, and Xue was already flying to Paris when everyone was preparing for the upcoming third grade.

That's when she received this very formal notification to Bai Yuhua that she passed the initial screening and would go to France for a while, and the two of them took her around several times.Both Ziyuan and Liu, who are more familiar, said that the former was eating chocolate and congratulated her flatly while puffing his cheeks, while the latter praised her with admiring eyes.

It happened one afternoon, Xue didn't want to have lunch, so she leisurely walked to the borrowed school studio, she wanted to leave a commemorative picture here, and the progress had reached 60%.On the second floor, she ran into a petite girl in her class, and Xue Rare took the initiative to say hello, but the girl's smile was stiff, and she ran away quickly.Snow shrugged, and pushed open the classroom door, and the huge canvas that unfolded gave her a blow in the head—snow-white paint was splashed on it, and it was almost completely destroyed.A hot current surged into the brain, Xue Xue approached the canvas, and supported the wooden chair beside her with her hand. It was paint, and it probably took less than 5 minutes for it to stick to this painting.If someone saw Xue's current expression, they would probably run away, the gray eyes were piercing, and the whole face was like a deadpan mask.She quickly brought a bucket of water, poured out some and added oil, dipped some with a brush and tried it on the background, and most of it could be scraped off.The chest heaved violently once, and Xue changed the big brush and rag, and the small bucket was muddy before mixing.Without stopping for even a second, the several-meter-long canvas took her the whole afternoon to clean, but she was unable to restore it to its original state, floating on the canvas like mist.

It was still bright outside the window, Xue was sitting on a high chair with her head hanging down, her feet were spread halfway on the ground, her hands were hanging down naturally, like a hanging string puppet.The tranquility is short, the closed eyes slowly opened, blinked once, and then again.In the next moment, the whole body jumped forward, almost as if being pulled up by someone, his feet were upright like rubber, he took a step towards the outside, turned back when he reached the door, picked up the red pen and wrote a few words on the white paper. A word, flamboyant, picked it up, looked at it, crumpled it into a ball and threw it into a basket, then picked up a pen and wrote, "Those who enter this gate will die", and then wrote two Chinese characters in lines.

The footsteps in the corridor were very steady, with almost no sound. After going down the five flights of stairs, the three-dimensional structure map of the campus guided her to the back building.He didn't meet anyone he knew along the way, so Xue knocked on the door. "Please come in." She pushed open the door, did not go in, and only said softly, "Jiayun, come out."

No one answered, "Jiayun." She repeated, and the woman sitting in the middle on the left stood up, walked to the door and asked her what was the matter. Xuesao searched the room, but there was no sign of the girl.

"Is Takahashi there?" She asked with a smile.

"Ah, she said she had something to do at home and left early."

"Thank you very much. Do you know her dormitory number? I have something urgent to find her, but my phone is out of battery."

Xue didn't knock on the door. She said that she had something to do today and she would stand downstairs in the dormitory and wait after going back later. At about six o'clock, she found the target and quietly appeared behind him.

"haven't seen you for a long time."

A ghostly voice sounded behind the girl. This voice made her fall into the ice valley, her body trembled, and her heart was twisted together like a rope.

"En? Student Xue, why are you here?"

She was really underestimated by others, and she was so reckless and careless in the past, couldn't even catch a person's unnatural expression.Xue didn't want to waste her words, "Come with me." She said, the girl raised her legs and was about to run, but Xue stepped in front of her with two big strides, "Let's settle everything today, okay?" She issued two Lol, people who don't know will think she is really happy.

Xue took the girl's hand, but felt sick inside.She grabbed her hand, but the girl didn't move, "Aren't you going to leave?" Xue smiled, the girl paused, and moved her steps.

The destination is behind the gymnasium. The basketball team played today and the gymnasium is closed.

"You wish I could feel all the pain in the world." Xue said, the girl kept shaking her head with tears in her eyes. "say."

"No, not..."

"The acting skills are awesome." Xue sneered, and punched the girl's abdomen, then her waist, and finally her jaw. "Five points. I don't care about what you did openly and secretly back then. This is the price for what you did today, and I will never see you again." The biggest way she can express her anger is violence. Because she was friendly with her back then and rumored about her family and her pretending to be a victim, just because today she destroyed her unfinished painting that included all the people she loved.

Xue ignored the huddled and sobbing people, and returned to her normal expression as she walked through the gymnasium, and a huge black figure appeared in her sight—Atsushi Ziyuan was holding a bunch of potato chips, with a rare serious expression.

"Didn't you go to the game?"

"just came back."

"That's right, I'm leaving, see you tomorrow." Xue waved her hand, "Ah, right, no matter what you saw today, forget it, and don't worry about it." Sunset had already bid farewell, still depressed in his chest, and walked to the garage At the door, Xue took out the bicycle key from her pocket, stepped on the air, and fell down three steps.She frowned and sprained her right foot.

Even Xue felt that she laughed too many times today, she stood up with one hand on the wall, she must not be able to leave, otherwise she would not be able to recover for a month, but she also did not want Leon to drive to pick her up.

Xue sat directly on the steps, she rarely parked her car in the library, today was really an accident, the shadow was covered by darkness, after such a long period of hot weather, she finally cooled down, she was about to leave here, cross the Cross the boundless ocean and reach unfamiliar places.Life is really very strange, unexpected betrayal, unexpected world, unexpected coincidence, how many more unexpected.

"What are you doing sitting there?"

"Look at the scenery." Xue smiled, "What, are you worried about me?" She didn't expect that she would say such a thing.

"You had a very strange expression just now."

"I was fine just now, but now it's really wrong." She wanted to stand up, but the pain made her let out a breath.

"Did you twist your foot?" How could he be so sharp all of a sudden.

"Accidentally..."

"I'll take you back."

"what?"

Xue sat on the storage seat of the mountain bike in a delicate mood, only lamenting that she chose the biggest wheel wisely, which made this tall boy less strenuous, but it was still very strange.

"Are you leaving next month?"

"At the beginning of the month." Xue replied, "It's probably time for the graduation ceremony when I come back next time."

"Remember our agreement."

"of course."

"What's your birthday?"

"December 12." Snow said.

"Well, I remember~"

Leon's expression froze for a moment after knowing that Ziyuan sent Xue back with a sprained foot, but Xue didn't notice.Considering Ziyuan's height, Leon rushed to make fried rice with eggs, which was taught by Xue.

"It's super delicious." Ziyuan's expression was very childlike, and Xue couldn't help showing a smile. It's great to have such a friend, and it's not in vain.

In early October, Xue went to Paris.

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☆、Chapter 1

It was rare for me to go to the classroom before class, and the back door was locked and couldn't be opened, so I entered through the front door.There were only three people sitting in it, two non-French people from other departments and a dark-haired girl with her head bowed.I am used to walking backwards. The black-haired girl is half leaning on the second chair by the last row of windows. The entire long table in front of her is full of paints and brush holders (you can write in detail). In a flash, I have already left. Go to the row in front of her and put the bag on the table by the window.

"Do you have classes here?"

She was lowering her head to fiddle with her mobile phone, but she suddenly stopped, raised her head and asked me, her slightly deep and clear voice touched me earlier than her appearance.The girl has a pair of gray eyes, thin eyebrows, fair skin, slightly curly long black hair casually draped behind her, and the length seems to reach her waist. From my angle, I can’t see the back, only a few strands are left in the front or curled up on the shoulders.

"Yes, but it's fine if you sit here."

Before I had time to notice the inadequacy of my actions, she smiled at me—just by bending the corners of her mouth, I was brought close to being stretched to a stagnation time, and my heart trembled.She didn't leave after all the people arrived. I turned around to talk to her during the break, but saw her drawing a simple chiaroscuro drawing very seriously, so I turned around and fell asleep lying on the table, so I didn't know what she was doing. The time was gone, and she and her smile popped into my mind from time to time for several days afterwards, and every time I would think: what does she study, what is her personality, and whether we can meet again.

After thinking about it carefully, the overall impression she gave me was like the plum blossom at the end of winter in the Chinese painting I was painting: she was independent of others while having a noble and refined temperament.

Things got a little serious, I would unconsciously look for her when I walked on campus, Andre asked me what was wrong, I said I fell in love with a girl, he said he would help me find out the news, but he didn't think about fate Let's meet so soon.

She was surrounded by crowds at a joint art exhibition held by the school and the Art Academy across the Channel.

"What you're looking for is an artist from the East." Andre shrugged exaggeratedly. His father was French, but he grew up in Italy. restrained.Indeed, I was very surprised, surprised that I had heard about her before I met her, and those exaggerated rumors seemed to be all true at this moment.

I stood a little far away and looked at her, and Andre patted me on the shoulder, "Go, don't miss the opportunity." The balance in my heart was shaking from side to side, and this pat immediately added to the "go" side. A 500-gram weight was used.I coughed lightly, straightened my hair, and walked towards her.

"..." When I was still a few steps away from her, she looked at me as if she had a sense, and walked through the crowd.

"Hello, we met before." She held out her hand.

"Hi, my name is Leon Lemaire." Her eyebrows were raised slightly, her eyes were curved into a line.

"Ah, I have an old friend named Leon." She shook my hand, "I'm Xue."

"I have long admired your name." She was stunned for a while, and the smile still remained on her face, but it was very different from that day's smile. She completely abandoned her shyness and was very generous, so that I wondered what I had added to that day's first meeting. How many filter effects.

I've heard a lot of rumors about her, but I can sum it up in one sentence: from an oriental girl who is worth billions and entered with the first place.She is the student who decided to keep her immediately after the interview with the teachers of the college. It is rumored that the conservative old professor of the oil painting department gave her the highest evaluation he can give, "In time, she will definitely become a star in Paris, France and even the whole of Europe." A unique new star."

I didn't know where the courage came from, and I asked her about the rumors, and her original words were "these rumors can be compiled into a novel." "Other people's opinions don't affect me", she seems to have no interest in becoming a "new star". "Have you found that the values ​​of the whole society are distorted? Many people don't even know what they want, so they take the pursuit of fame and fortune as their life goal. It seems that they can't survive without these things. When they get them, they feel lost. Compared with the original, I am not much happier. If you don’t know where your goal is, it’s the best choice to go down-to-earth step by step. At the same time, try to contact different fields as much as possible. When you find the place where love exists, you will find it with all your heart. What a beautiful thing to invest in something you love."

She is too idealistic, if she is not powerful enough, + she is simply not suitable to live here.How many people were eliminated without even touching the side of the target, and she didn't even have a target.I couldn't fully understand what she said, maybe because I just paid attention to enjoying her smile and voice.We have since exchanged phone numbers, and I have called her three times in a week, and the phone has been turned off.

The last day of the joint art exhibition was the exhibition day for the new works of the students in the first quarter. I submitted the ink drawing and got a good evaluation.While appreciating the works of other students, I drove a car, a red convertible Ferrari, and my heart almost burst out when I saw the person coming out of the car. Comments for comments.

"The oriental girl is driving a Ferrari again to deliver paintings." Someone said.

She opened the back door and removed the paintings on the back seat one by one. The teacher in charge of the registration also came to help. Several people were familiar with the way and took apart the seven framed paintings. The smallest size was 12 and the largest was 60th. Zhuohua and Xue were whispering something, they should be commenting on Xue's paintings, but I couldn't hear clearly from a distance.Seven paintings are hung in the circular exhibition hall according to size. Since the theme of this season is "flower", Xue used sunflowers as the object of depiction.

The sunflowers in the largest one are splashed with ink. At a glance, there are about hundreds of them, ranging from light to white to dark to black. Among them, sunflowers in the yellowish-red and blue-purple colors form the main veins. .The highlight is that there are thick and thin, and there are textures depicted in complementary colors on the flower stems and leaves.If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I would have thought the painting was made with a computer.

The painting No. 40 is a sunflower garden, painted in watercolor, following the blurred style of the first painting, with a strong sense of transparency, but otherwise ordinary.

No. 30 is an oil painting, the white spiral staircase is covered with sunflower remnants, and the dark leaves are densely packed.Due to the overall dark tone of the picture, the white contrast is very obvious, like the white cleaned by copper chisel and emery, or the white of Carrara.Man-made and nature jointly create the white and dark that make people be forced to look away and want to look more like an addiction.

There are three paintings on No. 25.In the first picture, there is half of a girl’s face, and a big sunflower covers the other half of her face. At first I thought it was Xue’s appearance when she was a child, but the black pupils denied my thoughts.The little girl's eyebrows were depressed, her eyes were dull, and her face was thin.There was nothing childish about her, neither joy nor innocence.In the second picture, a little boy is sitting at the dining table with sliced ​​sunflowers on the plate. He holds a fork in his left hand and is about to put a leaf of the sunflower into his mouth.The third picture shows a girl and a boy standing together on a sea of ​​sunflowers, standing in the heavy rain, their figures are about to disappear into the curtain.The title of this series is very interesting: "Athena&HerBrother".

The smallest sunflower appears in a completely realistic form. It is not as gorgeous as the previous sunflower. It is a very ordinary one. The light comes from the right side, and the light and shade are well controlled, so even if the content is single, it is enough to teach people to appreciate.

I admit she tries hard enough, almost to the point of awe.When everyone was struggling for a pair of exhibits, she produced works that were several times more than others and not lower than the average level in my opinion.All styles are mature in technique, but so what?I can do it even if I work hard... No, these are all ideas derived from my unwillingness, I can't do it, I am limited to theory... I will never be able to work so hard.

"Wait until you find where love exists..."

This is love.

"Leon." She waved to me and drove off.I stood where I was, constantly magnifying my laziness, and started to run.Xue's car was parked outside the school gate, and she was sitting in the driver's seat. The low hollow iron gate separated me and her, what a long distance.There was a red-haired man who passed me by, with an oriental side face, and the déjà vu feeling when I saw Xue for the first time came to my mind. I couldn’t restrain the familiar feeling, and I held my breath to watch him walk towards Xue’s side. Ferrari.The two spoke in another language, Xue moved to the passenger seat, turned her head and saw me standing at the school gate, and waved again.After the man started the car, he looked up and glanced at me, and he could feel his oppression from a distance.

"Thank you, Zheng." Xue took the phone.

"This shutdown lasted months"

"A month... seems a little long, ha ha."

"……As long as you know."

"It's good that I haven't lost contact with the outside world."

"Ah, this is a new student, also called Leon. This is the first time I've met someone with the same name as him since I came here."

"Is it."

"What's the matter? I feel... a little depressed."

"No, I'm fine compared to him."

"What do you mean?"

"He looked like he had just been dumped and was in a very low mood."

"...You won't be jealous, will you?"

"No, I'm just telling the truth."

"Well, since I haven't seen you for so long, let me give you a gift. This is the gift that only I can give you."

"Give it to me while you wait for the green light"

"Ah, listen carefully... Zheng, I like you so much that I want to hug you."

Under the cover of short hair, the roots of Akashi's ears turned red. He guessed it was a kiss, but he didn't expect it to be a verbal confession. In this case——

"Snow, I love you."

"...You're foul! I love you too."

"The latter sentence is too casual."

"Well, it wasn't a good time just now, it was a little casual. Then let's put it another way—"

"Green light."

"Zheng, I heard..."

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☆、Chapter 2

I didn’t make an appointment with her to meet after nearly half a year. One of the reasons is that work and study didn’t give me enough certain conditions to prepare for a short-term trip that won’t come in the near future and will cross half the world. Giving full power to others in the distant future will lead to procrastination (even the capable secretary who just arrived), and I am currently busy enough to not need to hand over the travel itinerary to others; The process, or more precisely, the connection between memory and things at the time level did not maintain a long-term habit. From this, she can also get a glimpse of her casualness, but it is only the tip of the iceberg.If it is brought up by chance within a week after the appointment is confirmed, she can quickly reflect which days are no longer within her free control. When the time lasts for half a month or more, if another event occurs, she will agree to pay for the latter , It wasn't until the agreed day that she realized that there was an irreconcilable conflict between the two futures, so she had to turn to the second person to avoid more troublesome results.I found out that in the second year of junior high school, Xue came to Diguang as an exchange student. In the first week, she made an appointment with a department for a month's exchange, and three weeks later, she made an appointment with another club for the same time. visit.

"Intuition tells me to refuse, but I can't think of a reason to just let it go." She propped her cheek and said to me from a distance of 30 centimeters, "The only one I can ask is you."

"Unfortunately, as captain, it's my responsibility to get to the training grounds." Her gray eyes flickered on and off, and I enjoyed getting close to her—neither of them looked away for personal emotion . "I can take a leave of absence."

She never said things like "if it bothers you it doesn't matter" to me, like my basketball buddies, like anyone I've worked with for a long time.She trusts me; but there are things that are different from others."

"Thank you, then please."

The next day, she sent me two flower arrangements: one proclaims the wonderful and weird everywhere, and the other reveals classic elegance everywhere.The former was placed on the windowsill of my mother's room, and the latter was in my room.She doesn't have to, but that's one of the things I like about her: she's curious about the world.

"Do as you wish."

My father's words were more succinct than I imagined.He should know that he doesn't need to say much. My decision was not formed overnight, let alone a qualitative breakthrough.

Akashi Seiomi thought about it to the point of being almost sure: Seijuro fell in love with her a long time ago, and at the same moment he also planned the moment when he put the ring on her.Maybe not that far away, but just like when he saw Seijuro's mother for the first time, it seemed that a beam of light different from others fell into his life.It's not a feeling that gradually builds up over time, it may have been brought about by an accidental opportunity at first.

"Please, Snow."

I put this at the end, hoping to achieve the desired effect.Even though she had to nod after slurring a few words after my day-long persuasion, I didn't expect her to make the opposite physical movement.I have miscalculated on her three times, and the possibility of my mistakes is one-half, but relying on past experience-analysis of her action patterns, there will be no result of "Akashi Seijuro's marriage proposal is rejected".

The two sides are at a stalemate, and no one is willing to give in first, as if they are expecting the other party to become the rock with cracks first. The premise is that it is a stubborn rock first, which can be defined as a misunderstanding.