how should love continue

Shinobu never believed that there was someone in the world who could cover the sky with one hand, but after coming out of the inpatient department of Tokyo General Hospital, he believed for the first time that Atobe was such a person.Looking back at the majestic building, I can't help laughing at myself: Even if it is the world's most famous cardiac surgery academic conference, there will not be so many experts present, right?Xiao Jing, you are really powerful. For a dying old man who is about to die, you actually used the power of the Atobe Consortium around the world.Thinking back when your own grandpa passed away, I never saw you shed a single tear. Now, just because the one lying there is the grandfather of your loved one, you can sacrifice this far. I really don’t know if you are stupid or insane!But even so, so what?Although I am still only a high school student, although I have not studied medicine, but with the intuition of the heir of a medical family, I know that Tezuka Kuniichi will never wake up again, even if all the famous doctors and medicines in the world can be found, it is not enough. It is just to prolong his time in this world.Human medical technology is so weak, and the more it develops, the more it highlights the fragility of life.Even if you are rich in the world, even if you have power, you must bow your head in front of the god of death.Looking at Atobe's busy figure in the hospital, Shinobu knew that he would never destroy his hope with his own hands.The biggest difference between hope and reality is that no matter how bleak the hope is, there are still beautiful illusions left in it.

However, reality is reality and cannot be changed by anyone's wishes.In this wrestling with the god of death, Atobe was completely defeated.When experts announced that Tezuka Kunichi was going to die soon, Atobu immediately dispatched a private plane to the United States to take Tezuka back to China, just to let him see his grandfather for the last time. The electrocardiogram of the chamber has become a continuous straight line.Seeing Atobe collapsed in the lounge with his own eyes, Shinobu felt the urge to laugh.It's not that I'm cold or ruthless, it's just an affirmation of something that has been predicted for a long time.Atobe, in fact, you also foresee the result, but you still have to pursue the perfection of two things.If you choose to inform Tezuka a few days in advance, even if he will face the same situation on his flight back home, he will not be able to blame you for your fault.It was you who gave him another reason to hate you.

After Tezuka returned home, he personally organized the funeral of his grandfather.During this period, he has been very calm, so calm that everyone is terrified.Kneeling in front of the tombstone blankly, neither eating nor drinking, for four or five days.Tezuka and his wife wanted to persuade their son to mourn, but before they could open their mouths, they got a reply from Tezuka: "You can go. From the moment I left the house two years ago, I am no longer Tezuka. I am a family member. I kneel here today just to commemorate an old man who was so kind to me. It is a tribute and atonement."

Seeing Tezuka like this, Atobe could feel the heart-wrenching feeling better than anyone else. He wanted to hug him and tell him: there is still Keigo Atobe in his world; Kiss him and let him understand: I can give him warmth, but I have no position.Thinking about the call he just received, Atobe told himself that even if he had no position, he had to go there.One cannot always be immersed in pain, life has to go on, and the American tennis agent is waiting for him.So he walked quietly behind Tezuka, looked at the old man's kind smile in the photo on the cold tombstone, and Atobe saluted, the most noble courtesy dedicated to the most respected person.

"Guoguang..." The words came to his lips, but he didn't know how to express them.There is only one name that has been called countless times, and I hope the other party can understand.

"Atobe, do you think there is anything between us other than tennis?" Tezuka kept staring at the tombstone, not even looking at him.

"Supervisor God just called and said that after seeing your performance at Camp David, Mr. Meyers hopes to cooperate with you and become your manager."

"I don't want to play tennis anymore, please tell the supervisor." Tezuka's words were like a heavy bomb, and no one could react.

"What did you say?"

"I said there will be no tennis in my world." Tezuka turned around with the same message written in his eyes.

"Are you kidding? Hasn't it always been your ideal to play professional nets? How much have you paid for this ideal? The torture of injuries, boring practice, and provocation by opponents, why did you say you want to give up until today? What is the value of your efforts before?" Atobe was almost roaring, and the emotion that had been suppressed for too long suddenly broke out.

"That's your dream, right?" Tezuka stood up slowly, but his limbs were numb due to kneeling for a long time, and he almost fell over.The two men who existed like kings stared at each other with a rare aura.

Atobe was taken aback, "It's my dream, but it's also your dream, isn't it?"

"It used to be, but from today, it is no longer." Tezuka's decisive tone made Atobe very uncomfortable. He was used to him saying "Okay, listen to you", used to his patience, and used to him in front of him Showing weakness, but forgetting that he is also a noble existence who is proud and does not allow anyone to violate him.

"You should think about it clearly. Mr. Meyers is a famous tennis agent. Every year, countless athletes want to invite him as an agent. If you treat your future so rashly, you will regret it."

"I never regretted every decision I made, including dating you."

Atobe was irritated by his stubbornness.It seems that any earnest persuasion, any profound preaching is nonsense to him; it seems that he will be tougher than him when dealing with tough people, and the famous saying "might makes right" is applicable from ancient times to modern times, so he is not polite. Grabbed Tezuka's left shoulder: "Since you have decided not to play tennis, it's useless to keep it." With a little force, Tezuka frowned.

"You're right." Tezuka raised his right hand, without a trace of hesitation, attached to Atobe's right hand, twisted it hard, and only heard a "click", his left arm drooped unnaturally, a layer of Thin sweat appeared on the forehead.Atobe was dumbfounded at the time.Originally, I just wanted to scare him, I just wanted him to be obedient, but I didn't expect... It's like two children fighting for a toy, neither of them willing to give in. One of them snatched the toy from the opponent's hand and threw it on the ground, then provoked with his arms akimbo He said, "Are you scared?", but the other one was not only not afraid, but stepped up a few feet, turned his head and walked away.It turns out that if two proud people want to maintain their own pride, this will be the result.Atobe was so stunned that he couldn't say a word.

"Why?" After a long time, Atobe asked this sentence slowly.Why did you ruin your left arm, why you don’t love yourself so much, why you don’t want to play tennis anymore, why you want me to play the role of this villain, countless whys are waiting for Tezuka’s answer, but they only boiled down to these three words.

"Because I don't want to have anything to do with you anymore, because I don't want to live in your shadow anymore, because I can't tolerate your self-righteous decisions anymore, because...any reason can make me give up tennis." Atobe From Tezuka's words, he heard anger and hatred.If the breakup only hurt Tezuka's heart, then the death of Grandpa Tezuka this time hurt Tezuka's bone marrow.

"You can choose to break with me in many ways, why choose the most drastic one?" Atobe looked at Tezuka with tears in his eyes, feeling a stream of cold liquid across his face.Desperately trying to stop the tears from continuing, but found that the more I endured, the more I endured.

"I... I have... Do I have a choice?" Sweat ran down Tezuka's cheeks as he tried his best to suppress his pain. "Tennis used to be my... favorite sport. Tennis... made me discover... my huge dream. I thought... as long as I could play tennis... I would be happy, but... since I met You... tennis brought me... only sad memories. This time, because of tennis again... I lost my most beloved person... how do you let me continue...? I... again I also don't want to touch my favorite tennis racket, because... I can't face myself anymore."

Atobe's heart seemed to be stabbed severely by someone, and then he turned the handle of the knife unwillingly. If possible, he would just die of pain.Scenes of the past emerged before Tezuka's words.I can't forget the moment when Tezuka fell down with his left arm in the third year of junior high school. I can't forget the way Tezuka looked at the tennis racket alone in a daze when he was receiving treatment in Germany. Unreconciled, I can't forget what I said to him when we broke up, "You are no longer the Tezuka Kunimitsu who can stand shoulder to shoulder with me. Even if it's just tennis, you can't beat me." The glory of the surname Atobe, he chose to release the water again.It's not that he didn't know Tezuka's painstaking efforts, but he still chose to hurt.I can't even forget that after Tezuka retired, he faced the server again and again in the tennis court, how lonely the stage without opponents was, and all this was caused by himself.This time, again, because of his own arbitrariness, he made a decision for Tezuka between tennis and family affection.In Tezuka's world, tennis has long been no longer pure, and even mixed with too many burdens.In a sense, I betrayed Tezuka, and Tezuka betrayed tennis.Because of himself, Tezuka forgot the original intention of playing tennis; because of himself, Tezuka defiled the purity of tennis with his own hands, and finally chose to let go, but Tezuka could never return to the past.

"I'm sorry..." Atobe said that he never said a word in his life.

"Don't tell me I'm sorry, if sorry can bring grandpa back to life, I'll tell you I'm sorry!" Tezuka's lips were trembling, whether it was excitement or pain.Jingwu, I'm sorry, I really can't play tennis anymore.Because as long as I hold the racket, I will think of you and grandpa. I can't concentrate on it, so I might as well give up.This can at least ensure that in my tennis memory of Tezuka Kunimitsu, only you, and only you, can stand opposite me.