behind the glitz of the net king

That night, Echizen Long Yue stayed at Longma's house because of mobility issues. The old man happened to be away on a business trip, and Longma's mother cared about her as always.

She really doesn't understand the attitudes of many people, it is even more difficult to understand than watching other people's faces while playing tennis.

When playing tennis, the psychological activities are more or less written on the face, but the adults hide their meticulous thoughts in their hearts and don't let people see them.

She was packing her schoolbag in the room, and the beige cotton dress was soft against the light, as beautiful as meeting a girl, her long hair was loosely tied in a bun, and Ryoma was leaning on the door frame with loose eyes.

"I'll leave when my visa is returned." "Your visa was suspended?"

"Actually, Mobu didn't do it on purpose. Although he will do anything to win, he... is a great person." Ryoma's amber eyes filled with dark waves, the girl kept her mouth shut and was only looking for something.

Ryoma's almost inaudible sigh was blown away by the wind. When he turned around, she said flatly: "I will never only remember the good points of a person, nor will I always remember the bad points of a person."

Ryoma turned his eyes sideways, and seemed to understand her voice-over - those pleasant and unpleasant will be forgotten.

It has been six years since she left this room. Before she was six years old, she lived with the Echizen family until she found the dusty photo of the past and learned that her mother was not Ryoma's mother. She was cruel and sensible, so she wandered Between countries, looking for the strength of the mother's lost strength.

That kind of gorgeousness to the extreme, like a short-lived epiphyllum, just amazes the years but never fades.

She took out a thin photo very carefully, which was as fragile as paper because of the erosion of tears. The woman in the photo was astonishingly beautiful, holding a bouquet of irises and smiling with squinting eyes.

The real beauty is peerless, peerless.

But that woman died, unloved.

At that time, she would curl up in the quilt at night and weep silently, and the tears hit the photo along her cheeks. She watched the tears splashing on her mother's face with tears in her eyes, but her mother still smiled quietly, because the smile Her wanton eyes were like crescent moons, and she could vaguely see curled eyelashes like small brushes.

She would carry the quilt to Ryoma's room, and Ryoma would move out a place for her to lie beside him.He changed his position and continued to sleep. She wept silently and then dried herself. The moonlight in the courtyard poured down like a pool of water. She hugged the quilt and curled up into a ball with her eyes tightly closed.

Of course, the light and shallow sleep is not stable, and it will be awakened by a little wind and grass, and it is only when the dragon and horse are sleeping peacefully that they open their eyes that they fall asleep again.A sleep continued intermittently until dawn.

Long Ya told her that there is always a place suitable for you, don't limit yourself to one place.A few years later, she will bite off the orange peel bitterly like him, and chew it with relish.She chose to leave and live here temporarily like a stranger.

She sleeps in her own room tonight, the old nightmares have long since been blown away by the wind from various countries, and her heart has calmed down. She knows that her mother wants her to live well, so let her live in this world instead.

There was a crackling sound in the middle of the night, she felt startled but pretended to fall asleep, and finally heard the footsteps of Echizen Nanjiro leaving in this ancient temple after a quarter of an hour.

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