behind the glitz of the net king

The fluttering cherry blossoms fluttered down from the top of the head, covering the ground with sweetness.Even if Echizen Longyue felt unwilling, there was nothing he could do—the main selection of Qingxue was to meet the Kanto competition, and there was no mistake at that time.

A petal of cherry blossom was blown by the wind and fell into the palm, the faint yellow of the cocoon and the delicate pink complemented each other, Echizen Longyue subconsciously closed his palm.A bad thought came to her mind, she suddenly raised her face to look at Fuji: "How is Sister Watanabe doing? I haven't seen her for a long time."

At that time, the setting sun returned to its nest, and the clouds piled up in the sky were dyed a magnificent red like flowing fire, and the afterglow coated the entire tennis court with a layer of loneliness.The conversation on the tennis court came to an abrupt end, which made her end sound very clear, and Bu Er gradually suppressed her smile.

The sea of ​​cherry blossoms that touches the sky has a simple rhythm, and the wind stirs and makes the hem of the clothes flutter.

After school, Echizen Longyue took a taxi to the hospital at the address given by Fuji.When walking through the corridor of the hospital, she kept her footsteps as light as possible, paying attention to the order of the wards out of the corner of her eyes, and bumped into a man without paying attention.

Echizen Long Yue picked up the bouquet and apologized repeatedly, the man stared at her blankly, unable to form a word for a long time.

She also had time to look at him a few more times. She was neatly dressed in a dark suit, and her stern face and clear outline were nothing more than the appearance of a middle-aged person.

Thin lips, high and narrow nose bridge, soft wavy hair, no blue stubble like Nanjiro.Very light pupils and a Caucasian complexion made him Russian.

Echizen Longyue apologized in poor Russian in embarrassment, and when he recovered, he patiently corrected her pronunciation with a deep voice unique to men.Sure enough, they are Russians.

The nurse stepped on her high-heeled shoes and appeared in front of the man. The pale and cold light hit her delicate makeup, and she spoke to the man in Japanese indifferently.Glancing at Echizen Longyue, he pointed to a ward at the man. The man thanked the nurse in standard Japanese and said goodbye to Echizen Longyue.

Through the sentence that the nurse quickly slid past his ears, Echizen Longyue vaguely understood that he was talking about the man's daughter, and incidentally mentioned the condition of the man's daughter's boyfriend.

Among them, the nurse always referred to the Russian man as Mr. Miyahara, and the Russian's daughter used a Japanese name.It's called Miyahara Bangi, and she's as old as Long Yue.

Long Yue ignored the man behind him looking back, and went straight to the door of Watanabe Ryoyuko's ward.Knock gently.What catches the eye is Ling Youzi's tired face in a hospital gown, what remains the same is the pair of eyebrows, which are always misty and rainy.

Unconsciously, it was already night, and the afterglow of the street lamp jumped on her body through the glass, so thin.Long Yue quietly placed the flowers in front of her bed, Ling Youzi's calmness was like rainwater sliding down her cheeks.

What Bu Er said still rings in my ears.Ling Yuko wants to delay the operation.

Echizen Longyue was sitting on the edge of Lingyuko's hospital bed, and after a few words of pleasantries, she looked directly at Lingyuko's pale and feeble smile: "Your operation cannot be delayed, and if it is delayed for a day, it will be more dangerous."

Ling Youzi looked down at the white sheets sadly, and when she looked up again, her eyes were filled with tears.Finally sobbing in front of Long Yue: "I'm afraid...I don't want to die yet..."

Long Yue supported Ling Youzi's trembling shoulders, and softly persuaded her: "It's not a way for you to escape like this. There is a way to survive after surgery. If you don't have surgery, you are willing to wait like this to die like this? What do you want Buer to do?..."

Ling Youzi stopped talking, but couldn't stop the pear blossoms from raining.The night outside the window is like ink that has been stirred up, thick and sticky.Ling Youzi's joints turned white, and she glanced at her tearfully: "You will come then." Long Yue naturally agreed, and Ling Youzi finally nodded and agreed to the operation.

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