[volleyball! ! ]Why Don't You Kiss Her

The author has something to say: 2015.02.03

Xiuwen. "Apple's Next Door" is from the Boys League.

2014.11.21

Catch bugs.I got the timeline wrong before, the end of Spring High School is at the end of January, after the winter break and before the spring break.The adverb of the time when the senior in the middle left was revised.

2014.11.11

Modified the age of month.Please give me more advice on the details.bow--

On the day the qualifiers ended, Mrs. Tsukishima, who was staring at the calendar and looking again and again, clutched her apron nervously. She turned her face away when she heard the door open, and Hotaru Tsukishima walked in with her sports bag on her back.

"Ah, Hotaru. Welcome back! How was the game?"

"......Won."

"Congratulations—it's been a lot of hard work, isn't it? I'll be ready soon after dinner. I have something you like to eat today... Hey? Wait, I haven't finished yet..."

"I'm going to take a shower...don't ask me to eat dinner."

"Firefly? Firefly!"

Tsukishima Hotaru stepped on the eleventh step, and instead of going to the bathroom, she pushed open her door and closed it behind her back. The room without the lights was dark and deserted. He walked to the bed with ease, his body relaxed, and his whole body was limp. Spread out on the bed.

Whether it is the heartbeat or breathing in the dark, it becomes clearer and longer.Tsukishima Hotaru raised her right hand, covering her eyes with her forearm.

too tired.There is not much energy left to eat, how did I get back along the way just now.

After a desperate battle, he is now too tired for his nerves to respond properly to stimuli, so tired that he wants to sleep through the rest of the long winter like a hibernating bear, and too tired—to stop the energy stored in his eyes. The salty liquid in the mouth slid down and fell into the cochlea along the corner of the eye.

The ear says it hears - there is an overwhelming applause in the tears.

Tears are the sweat of the heart.The joy that had been suppressed by the teenager came slowly, but in the end it still lightly burned the heart of the 16-year-old who was pretending to be layer upon layer.

A heavy rain took away the last bit of temperature remaining in autumn. When the long-sleeved school shirts were dispatched, the seniors in the senior year talked about quitting the club.When the club training resumed after the qualifiers, some members were a little absent-minded.But after all, there will be a day when no one can cut off the long flowing river, just like unable to grasp the rush of time, the seniors will leave after all, and the juniors will eventually be called seniors by the newcomers.

At the end of January, the spring high school ended as scheduled.At that little farewell ceremony, some shallow-sighted members cried their eyes red.The three-year group of four, including the manager, looked like normal people, with bright smiles that made them feel ashamed.Also, is there any reason not to laugh?The championship trophy is quietly showing off in the glass cabinet run by the society.

There should be no regrets.

"Ah, Tsukishima. Let's eat more in the future."

Before leaving that day, Sugawara Takae raised his hand with a smile and hit Tsukishima's arm with a moderate punch.

Before the start of the spring break, Tsukishima wandered to the empty gymnasium by himself, looked at the closed gate, raised his hand and touched the place where Sugawara had beaten him a few days ago, and suddenly there was a pain.

"Yes."

He lowered his head against the wooden floor and gave the answer he hadn't said before to the air.

And during the non-embarrassing time before the national competition and after the qualifiers, the final exam before the winter vacation followed, the club temporarily canceled training, and sensitive topics such as resignation had reasonable excuses to avoid, All spare time is filled with test papers and exercise books.With a shrewd mind, Hotaru Fuzukishima is still calm and relaxed, occasionally distracted in class.When I looked out the window with my head propped up on one hand, the campus scenery was no longer as vibrant as it was in spring and summer. The trees had almost lost their leaves, and the lonely bird's nests were coiled on the top of the branches, like abrupt ink dots on the cool-toned landscape. on the background.

The bleak autumn and winter scenery is always depressing, but after all, life has to go on.

When Tsukishima passed by the office two days before the end of the term, he saw a bright orange color, probably because that little Hinata had been warned by some teacher again.Suddenly recalling the last time he helped Hinata and Kageyama with tutoring, Tsukishima, who has always been calm and self-possessed, sat cross-legged on the floor of the agency office, and the corners of his mouth twitched wildly at Hinata's paper where he wrote the answer "There are also iron rods in the eyes of ghosts". .And...on a Saturday morning, Lin Qiao was seriously writing with eyelashes drooping in the warm morning light.

The final battle of the qualifiers stopped Yinju at the threshold of the national competition.

Lin Qiao must have cried miserably.But Tsukishima Hotaru was walking on the way back from school with her hands in her pockets, and she couldn't remember her crying and red eyes for a while.He felt a little funny, raised his head, and exhaled white mist.

When the first light snow fell, the winter vacation also announced the beginning.Grandpa followed Lin Qiao back to Miyagi's home.

After the cleaning, Lin Qiao found that he couldn't find anything to do, and suddenly he was free, as if he could only shrink in the room and grow mushrooms.I don't need to touch my mobile phone too much, and it's just those few people who come and go.After helping grandpa make tea, she lazily hid her whole body in the kotatsu, and reached out to touch the soft pillow by the way.Grandpa took a sip of tea and then slapped her on the back of the hand angrily.

"Move, move, move!"

All right.I have to find something to do.

So Lin Qiao began to think about the lives of those housewives—such as going to the supermarket with her wallet to pick and choose meals for the whole family, such as looking forward to sunny days every day so that she can take the winter quilt to dry in the sun. , Another example is that when you get together, you can't help secretly comparing the children of each family.After thinking about it, the final result is that I almost made myself dizzy - after getting up in the morning, I stepped on slippers to wash up, and stared at the mirror worriedly with the corners of my eyes raised, as if to find a girl who did not belong to this age. wrinkles.

How old is she... fifteen or sixteen?When her forehead touched the cold mirror, she came to her senses.

Then she made up her mind to go out for a walk.But it didn't take long for the good weather to follow. The sky that had been gloomy for a long time finally cleared up, and the sun was so bright that it swept away the hazy cold air.Lin Qiao had no choice but to overturn the previous promise, and excitedly carried the heavy quilt to the yard to dry in the early morning.

In the evening, the sun gradually faded, and the grandfather who had gone out for a walk hadn't come back yet, so Lin Qiao put on a woolen coat and went to the yard to collect the quilt.She was lazy, and wanted to roll all the quilts home at once, but the cotton that had absorbed the sun swelled up, and she started to fumble with the two quilts in her arms.

Hotaru Tsukishima followed her mother out to do some shopping, and when she passed by Lin Qiao's house, she saw this scene.

"Ah, that's not acceptable!" Mrs. Tsukishima handed all the things in her hand to Yueshima, and hurriedly pushed open the iron door to help.After the quilt in his hand was picked up, Lin Qiao thanked him embarrassingly. He looked up and saw Hotaru Tsukishima standing at the door expressionlessly holding a shopping bag, and then he remembered the lady in front of him who looked somewhat similar to him. who is it.She lowered her head slightly and buried her face in the quilt she was holding in her arms.

"Is... living alone now?"

"Ah, no." Lin Qiao folded the quilt, "...Parents seldom come back."

"Yeah, yeah." Mrs. Tsukishima covered her lips with an unbelievable expression, "Aren't you coming back after the Spring Festival?"

"...I don't know." Lin Qiao scratched at her hair nonchalantly, "I'm really sorry to trouble you."

"Where..." Mrs. Yue Dao pondered for a while, then nodded, "If you don't mind, please come to our house for the Spring Festival dinner."

Lin Qiao almost couldn't lift it out of breath.She waved her hands a little blushingly, and explained to Mrs. Tsukishima who would be wrong that Grandpa would celebrate the New Year with her.Turning her eyes away, she glanced at Tsukishima, who had been waiting impatiently outside the iron gate. She smiled, took the quilt folded by Mrs. Tsukishima, thanked her again, and did not turn to enter the door until she saw them off.

On the night of the 31st, after eating delicious soba noodles, the grandpa and grandson nestled in the kotatsu and watched TV. Grandpa was drinking tea while she was peeling tangerines. A little drowsy.

It was 10:30 when the doorbell rang, Lin Qiao woke up from the table, the TV screen was still flashing, the old man was going to open the door in high spirits, Lin Qiao rubbed his eyes to stop him, got up from the kotatsu and responded , the moment the door was opened, the cold wind mixed with snowflakes rushed in violently, blowing her into a shudder.

Tsukishima Hotaru, wrapped in a long beige trench coat, stood at the door, holding a small bottle in her hand.

"...Tusu wine, my mother asked me to bring it to you."

"Thank you." Lin Qiao took the small bottle, looked up and smiled at Yuedao.She was wearing thin home clothes, standing at the door shivering a little from the wind.After thanking him, he was about to close the door, but he saw Yue Dao still standing there with his hands in his pockets, pursing his lips without saying a word, with an arrogant look waiting for her to ask.

Well, well, I lost to you.Lin Qiao raised her hand and tightened her neckline, "Are you...do you have anything else to do?"

Tsukishima looked away at the flowers and plants in the yard of her house, "...Hatsuchi, do you want to go or not?"

It was snowing lightly outside, and the wind was much lighter. The snowflakes fell quietly and covered the ground.Lin Qiao's snow boots creaked as they stepped on the thin layer of snow, Yue Dao walked beside her, and the circle of dark brown fluff on the hood swayed slightly with his steps.The two walked all the way in silence, stepping on two sets of footprints that kept a certain distance.

When I walked to the temple fair, it was still a long time before twelve o'clock. There was a bonfire burning fiercely, and some people were distributing sweet wine. Putting his palms on his cheeks, he turned around and wanted to tell Tsukishima that he was going to get rum, but a cup had already been handed over.

Lin Qiao blinked, but didn't reach out to pick it up for a while.

"...If you don't drink it, I'll give it to someone else." Tsukishima drank his own cup without looking sideways.

"I'll drink." Lin Qiao took the quilt over, put it to his lips, squinted his eyes and drank slowly.

The swaying bonfire crackled the firewood, and sporadic sparks continued to rise.As time approached 12 o'clock, more and more people came to the temple fair.Lin Qiao was pushed to one side, and in a panic stepped on the icy ground and slipped under his feet. When he fell backwards, he saw Yue Dao's face suddenly enlarged in front of his eyes.

After Lin Qiao stood firmly on Yuedao, she withdrew the hand holding her back, and teased her sarcastically.

"Is your cerebellum not fully developed?".

"...I said you, you have to stab me with words to be happy?" Lin Qiao patted off the ashes that fell on his clothes when he was warming up just now, "It's a dark day anyway, can you say something peaceful."

"Oh." Yue Dao said without hesitation, "Yinju's loss in the national competition was really ugly."

"...I really can't communicate with you."

"Well. Because we're a different species."

"Yes! Then Mr. Yuedao, please go back to the planet 'If you don't have a poisonous tongue, you will die', the earth is too dangerous!" She just wanted to get a gun to blast his head full of stabbing words!

Yue Dao lowered his eyes and looked at Lin Qiao who was as angry as a stickleback fish, hooked the corners of his mouth, and smiled imperceptibly.He felt very happy, because it seemed that he hadn't had a good conversation with Lin Qiao for a long time.Hmm...if this kind of dialogue can be called "speaking well".

After drinking the last sip of still warm liqueur, the first bell echoed above the temple fair through the thick cold air.Dangdang's vigorous bell rang until the one hundred and seventh time.

Lin Qiao exhaled warm air into his hands, and looked at the bonfire not far away that illuminated everyone's faces.

"Hey, Tsukishima. I'm very happy with this year's Hatsumatsu." She turned her head and looked at the light golden eyes that were also looking down at her from the corners. His eyes are so beautiful.She paused and took a deep breath, "Because I—"

Lin Qiao's words were interrupted by the ringing of Jinglingling's mobile phone.

"Sorry, I'll go over there and answer the phone..." Lin Qiao smiled shyly at Yuedao, turned around and answered the phone.Tsukishima Hotaru turned her head away in embarrassment, despising the stupid expression full of anticipation on her face just now a thousand times in her heart.Before Lin Qiao went far, he heard noisy voices on the phone, which seemed to be the guys from the Yinju Volleyball Club, because he was very keenly aware that the loudest and most pleasant voice came from the person who was taller than himself Russian half-breed.

He saw Lin Qiao walking to the open space in the grove, listening to the phone while rubbing the snow-hardened dirt with her toes. It was red, and against the background of her white sweater, it looked like a red apple.

Hotaru Tsukishima suddenly thought of a book she saw in a bookstore——"Next Door to Apple"

A book filled with the heart of a young girl and a taste of green and secret love.

"Hi, I finished the phone call." Until Lin Qiao stood in front of him again, raised his face with a smile, and pointed to the shrine with a long queue, "Go to pray?"

Tsukishima hummed coldly, but couldn't help it, coughed a few times to cover up, and then asked again, "...'Because', what? What did you want to say just now?"

"Ah, that..." Lin Qiao scratched her hair, lowered her eyelashes and said softly, "...um...I want to say——New Year's Eve!"

happy New Year.

——Lin Qiao’s enormous courage in the sequel, she wanted to utter the fluffy four-character motto, but was interrupted by a phone call. She hung up the phone and looked at the light-blond boy with his hands in his pockets from a distance. She thought, Maybe it's better to look at it from a distance, don't expect to take one more step, so the words that are enough to understand everything are silently swallowed back into the throat, and replaced by the most ordinary blessing.

——And the four words that Lin Qiao blurted out the emotion of Yuedao Hotaru who was full of anticipation just now, made the target full of holes and falling backwards with a thunderbolt.He laughed at his self-indulgent sentimentality, and wanted to remove that scratching mood from his heart with a headache, just like in the second year of junior high school, as long as he trained hard, he could easily ignore it. This insignificant heartbeat of his adolescence.