The fields of autumn, the village of fortune

Members of the tennis club have often visited Kanai General Hospital recently, sometimes alone, sometimes in groups of three or five, but most of the time they are all present, and they have gradually become familiar with Miwako.

Tomorrow is the final of the Kanto Tournament, and it is also the day of Minister Yukimura's surgery.

"Yukimura-san." Genichiro Sanada met Miwako in the corridor.

"Oh, Sanada-kun. Are you looking for Yukimura-kun?"

"Yes, the others are still behind and want to buy Yukimura a cake."

"You're so polite. Yukimura-kun is on the rooftop, and I'm going back to the ward to get him a coat. Sanada-kun, do you want to go to the rooftop to look for him first?"

"Well, okay."

"Pfft, Mrs. Minister, you are the only one here. Where is the Minister?"

Miwako, who was looking for a coat, heard the voice, raised her head, and saw a group of teenagers crowded at the door of the ward.

"You are all here, Yukimura-kun is on the roof, Sanada-kun has already gone up just now."

"Then let's go up and find the minister now." Liu Jun said with his eyes closed.

"Miwako, we brought the latest limited edition cake of it'scake, you have to hurry up, otherwise you won't be able to taste it." Marui raised the white cake box in his hand.

"Well, thanks a lot. I'll get my coat and go up."

When Miwako went up the stairs, she ran into Genichiro Sanada who was going down the stairs again.His face was as dark as the tennis bag on his back.Seeing that it was him, Miwako was stunned.

"Did Sanada-kun see Yukimura-kun?"

"Well."

"Is Sanada-kun leaving now?"

"Well."

Seeing Sanada-kun like this, Miwako was very surprised. After thinking about it, Yukimura-kun probably told this best friend the truth about tomorrow's operation.So, she quickened her pace and walked up.

"Ah, may I have this cake, Minister?"

"Hey, this is for the minister, okay?"

Miwako laughed, it was really a long-lost worry-free time.In the past few days, I have been so suppressed by words such as surgery, paralysis, and fate, and the heaviness of life has never been clearer and more obvious.What he thinks about is life and death, as well as the future; as for the food he swallows, it only provides energy for survival, what does it taste like, what does it look like, what is there to care about?

It is a great blessing to have the energy to dwell on a beautiful cake.Miwako thought to herself.

Miwako handed the coat to Yukimura, and heard the boy's worry-free voice again:

"Minister, when will you be back? Tomorrow? Or the day after tomorrow?"

Such a question made Yukimura speechless.Miwako looked at him, Yukimura lowered his head slightly, under the iris purple hair, on his delicate face, there was a wry smile that could not be concealed.

However, there is no need for Yukimura to answer anything, because this group of teenagers who can be happy and happy have already talked with you and me, and they have talked on their own.

For a moment, Mei Hezi seemed to feel that the joy and confidence of these young people were rippling in the world.And at this moment, Yukimura-kun, who is sitting quietly next to him, who is out of tune with this happy atmosphere, should have been like this group of teenagers, using youth as a bargaining chip, working hard for his tennis dream without any scruples, relying on his own sweat Feel proud and confident.

Miwako knew that Yukimura was still obsessed with tennis.From the moment he told Dr. Fujimoto that he needed surgery, Miwako knew that Yukimura was still doing everything he could to get closer to tennis, get back on the tennis court, and fulfill his tennis dream.

However, all of this depends on God’s will.

Yukimura's mother sent her sixth lucky bag today, and her mother also sent a lucky bag from Seimei Shrine in Kyoto.They were colorful and piled up on the table closest to Yukimura's hospital bed.Meihezi hoped from the bottom of her heart that these lucky bags were substantially different from the same colorful flowers beside them.

"Even if you are not lucky enough to be the head of the village, there will be no dead ends for Lihaida's three-in-a-row champion!" Kirihara, full of confidence, made such an oath on the rooftop.

Yukimura said that this sounded very sad to him.

Kirihara was dumbfounded, and was then severely beaten.

Yukimura smiled again and said, it was just a joke.

Kirihara was freed from under the fist.

Miwako felt that the words before were Yukimura's true feelings.

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