net king forgotten or not

Someone once asked him which one he was most satisfied with, and he always shook his head with a smile.

Later, he stopped painting her.When she was alive, she didn't like to sit still and paint for him.She is very focused on reading, and she can stay in her place all afternoon, but as long as she knows that he is painting her, she can't help but look here. Sometimes she can't read the book anymore, and she walks over with an apple, pointing and saying, " How can my face be so round?"

"It's better if it's round." He carefully outlined the outline of that face, listening to her gnawing on an apple, and the next steps can be drawn out of thin air, because they are so familiar.

Then Millennium finished eating the apple and went back to read.

After she left, he didn't seal his pen, but he never drew her again.Although he didn't need to sit facing her all afternoon to draw it.

Sometimes he knew in his heart that she was gone.But he never mentioned it, this is his own sad thing.

Once at a gathering of old friends, he forgot again.Sanada, Nioh, Yagyu, etc. were all there, and he suddenly smiled and said that Millennium would come to me later.

The teacup in Marui's hand was tilted, and the tea spilled on the table, he gave Yukimura a worried look.Both Liu and Liusheng couldn't believe it, Sanada coughed lightly, but didn't know what to say.

Yukimura Seichi smiled and said, let's continue talking.But no one can remember the topic just now.

They looked at each other, Yukimura smiled lightly.In Sanada's memory, this was the longest and most frightening time to wait.Yukimura deeply believes that Millennium will come to him.

He believes the millennium is not far behind.She is at the next intersection, at a certain corner, on the pedestrian bridge, in the park in the middle of the street.She walks briskly in front, the dog follows behind, she sits beside him, the chair is reversed, she holds the back of the chair with her right hand, holds an apple in her left hand, and peeks sideways at his drawing.She went to check on the children's studies, but was driven back by the boss, "I might as well take care of it myself."She circled the small flower garden in front of her house, getting up at nine o'clock and dare to say that she was doing early work.She hasn't understood many tennis terms for so many years, but she has watched every game of him seriously.She was sick, lying in bed, and could only accept liquid food after the operation, and clamored for delicious food.She will come back, she needs to be waited for, she will appear from the distant horizon and come to him.She smiled and said to him, Yukimura Seichi, you are still waiting for me.

He didn't believe it was an illusion.

Is it love?the word.She never asked him to say so, but the two of them had agreed long ago, which was self-evident.The time the two spend together is very long and never boring.And after she left, those memories were sealed up and rarely opened.He didn't want them to be exposed in broad daylight, like unearthed cultural relics, which oxidized as soon as they opened their mouths.He lived doggedly alone, never mentioning Millennium for as long as he could remember.

Tennis is his life, he has said so countless times.And how to define the existence of millennium.

Those paintings can be defined.

He sat in front of the painting, and she appeared vividly on the paper.

He has iris purple hair and ocean green eyes.Wide forehead and jaw, face like crown jade.He was sixteen or seventeen years old, standing on the tennis court, looking down at the world.

She has gray hair, and her eyes are still lively.Small in stature and open minded.She is past seventy years old, sitting in the garden of the hospital with a leisurely face.

You asked her how she took him down, and that's how she took him down.It seemed destined to take him down.

Yukimura Seiichi stood upright.Next to Sanada.He didn't know whether Yukimura remembered it or not.His eyes were so clear that it was impossible to doubt.But it was very cold again.

Like many years ago in the winter, Millennium and Yukimura had a quarrel.It was the only one they fought over the night without reaching an understanding.Such moments of blushing and thick necks also existed in my school days, but the situation was different then.Just inside the campus, Sanada had already forgotten why they were arguing.

The snow was very heavy, and a thick layer had accumulated on the ground. It creaked and creaked when stepped on, and the depth was below the knees.Millennium walked in front with great enthusiasm, and Yukimura Seiichi was behind.

She obviously didn't know he was walking behind.As he walked, he puffed up his face, bit his lip, and wiped his face indiscriminately, not knowing if it was tears or snot.According to Millennium's personality, it is probably not the former.They keep going, keep going.

Sanada was upstairs watching them pass through the teaching building, and looked across the corridor, only the backs of two people could be seen.I don't know why Yukimura followed behind.

Yukimura is Lanzhi Yushu.He seldom makes others angry for him, and this time he didn't know what to do. Sanada watched him follow in Millennium's footsteps, the winter wind was blowing, and the two of them walked tens of meters and their heads were covered with snowflakes. Qianxi didn't realize it yet, she felt better as she walked, and started jumping.

Yukimura still followed.The wind is too strong. If you walk against the wind, with your head covered in snow, your hands and feet are cold, the tip of your nose is red, and you are still sucking snot, it will be really unpleasant.For Qianxi, it is naturally a bit miserable, but for Yukimura, it is not a hindrance, even if it is frozen, it is still a frozen yushu, but at this moment, it seems that this yushu is a bit desolate by the wind.

This doesn't fit Yukimura Seiichi's character.But if it is because of Millennium, he will do many things that go against his common sense.

Sanada was also standing upstairs in the cold, so he silently blessed Yukimura and left.

Now, he felt that it was a bit cold standing there again, and when he looked carefully, it actually started to snow.

But this time, he can't go.Because Millennium isn't there.

Yukimura Seiichi stared intently at the fluttering snowflakes ahead.The first snow of this winter.Once when I was studying in school, it was the first snow like this.She didn't know that he and Qianxi were walking on campus.

He stepped on her footprints, deep and shallow.she does not know.

The road in front of us was pitch black, and the dotted street lamps cast light in a small area, and no one came.Just like at that time, there were only the two of them on the white street lights on the campus, on the snow-covered path, and the world was so silent that there were only snowflakes and whispers.

The road she had to go home every day was now covered with a thin layer of fine snow, and he stood motionless.The short distance they walked together was only a hundred meters long, and it seemed endless.

He stared absentmindedly. There was no one on the road.Mottled by snow, like his gray hair.He is no longer young, he knows it well.His steps may be steady, but not as light as before, and his breathing is still smooth, but not as free as before.His pulse was always strong, but it would miss a beat because of someone's absence.His eyes are clear and gentle, but no one understands his affection.

He saw, on that road, his young self.Walking with one foot deep and one foot shallow, followed behind her.He didn't know when to tell her aloud, and if he hesitated for a while, he might scare her.He didn't know he could be so indecisive.

He closed his eyes and let the snowflakes fall.Sometimes, he would suddenly not remember her face.Often her face would hide from him, like a word on the lips but unable to utter it.Only leave him a back.But fortunately at this moment, he easily saw them young.They walked on the snow, and the world was as quiet as one.Her short hair, her short stature.She looked distressed and happy.These appearances are presented one by one in his paintings.He could feel again that she was sitting beside him, gnawing on an apple, sitting on the chair upside down, bringing her head closer, blaming him for drawing her face too round.

The scenery of 60 years whizzed by, and the north wind whizzed by.The scenery in front of me overlaps with the past, and the heavy snow also overlaps.He was on the campus again, empty, the street lamps were as fine as snowflakes, and she came from a distance.

In all these years of dreams, she always stingily gave him a back view.Now he has finally turned the front, looking young.She walked and laughed.

As he walked, his appearance gradually matured.Nioh, Sanada, her friends walk around her and disappear again.The three children walked behind her one by one, grew up, bounced, and left again.Her hair is gradually graying, her expression is still the same, her eyes are clear and bright.She gradually turned into a little old lady, and that appearance flashed back, and she became a young one again, on the snowy campus of Lihai University.They both walked alone.

He couldn't stand it, and blinked.Sitting in the classroom, she held a Mandarin book and frowned.The pages of the book were made white by the fluorescent light, which was a bit dazzling. She was worried that the teacher would conduct spot checks in class tomorrow, and she would stay after school to continue reading.Her forehead is full, her short hair covers her earlobes, her dark eyes are focused on reading books, and her skin is smooth and fair.Nioh will go home with her after training.

Yukimura Seiichi watched her briskly turn a page and took out a bag of candy from her pocket.In a few years, she still couldn't change her child's disposition, but she was going to get married and become a mother.Everything she does looks easy and natural, and nothing troubles her.She has a small stature, a slender frame, amazing stamina and a lovable personality.He didn't know when he was staring at her so motionlessly, he only knew that she was sitting in the classroom reading a book that day, knowing that King Ni was stepping up the stairs step by step, he suddenly felt a place in his body full of Comfortable.The place is uncomfortable, the whole body is uncomfortable.

He turned and left.But she saw him, put down the book, and waved to him: "Same table?"

Then, another day, he walked in front and she followed.It was still Li Haida, the street lamps cast shadows of the two of them, he heard her