Y is my love of continuous reading

My head is like a dead machine.

Things were too sudden, too many thoughts were like a gunshot that frightened a group of birds in the forest, they swept up in my mind in an instant, rolled up into a storm, and raged and flooded in every corner.The CPU of the brain stopped spinning all of a sudden.

I opened my mouth slightly and wanted to take a deep breath to calm down, but an invisible hand grabbed my throat and I couldn't say a word.

A dead silence.

Even the school bus honking outside the window fell silent for some reason, the wind covered its mouth, and the leaves stopped trembling.

No one speaks.

I looked back in a daze, and saw K standing there, with inexplicable emotions rolling in his dark eyes.

I can't understand it, and I don't want to understand it. It seems that as long as I understand the slightest bit, someone will stab a hole in my heart and sprinkle a handful of salt mercilessly.

I looked away and took another step closer to the table wall.

To be honest, I have lived for 20 years, and I have seen a total of only a few big scenes that are unforgettable to me, and I can count them on one hand.

And the picture of the table wall covered with photos in front of me is enough to leave a lingering shadow on me for the next few decades.

There are pictures of me on the wall.

Front, side, and back, none of them came into direct contact with my line of sight.

In other words, at a moment that I didn't know, K secretly took photos of the entire table wall.

God knows that I can still focus my eyes at this time, to identify the time when each photo was taken, and to imagine what angle and orientation he took the photo of me.

The way I blushed when I came on stage to do the presentation.

My mouth is full but I have to stretch my chopsticks to pick up just the right amount of roast meat.

I looked down at a book shrouded in strange shadows.

The bread on the side table while I was doing my homework.

I was carrying two schoolbags and stepped on the back of fallen leaves under the street lamp.

I was carrying a backpack and walking on the mountain road with the Trailwalker sign hanging along the way.

……

There are so many more that I can't identify.

Looking down, there are sketches on the desktop.

I held the washbasin and turned my head with a blushing face.

I put down my pen and unscrewed the thermos.

I squinted and smiled, and was rubbed on the head.

At a loss, I stabilized the bucket hat on my head.

With my bare shoulders and half covered with the quilt, I rubbed my eyes.

I gritted my teeth and sweated profusely.

……

There is even my class schedule for each semester, my exam timetable for exam week.

One by one, the pressure made my heart hurt.

I was a little breathless, my feet were unstable, and I staggered a bit.

As if surprised by me, K strode over and raised his hand to support me, but his hand froze before touching my arm. There was no wind, nor was it cold, but it was trembling badly.

"Ah..." I tried to speak, but only a disfigured syllable came out of my mouth. I raised my hand and took off the photo of me and his shadow from the wall of the table, and finally found my own voice.

"When did you start paying attention to me in this way? Looking at the photos, it should have started from the psychology class when I was a freshman!"

"Why do you pay attention to me? It's just a few breads, as for this?"

"So, inviting me to dinner was also intentional?"

"The second time you take the same class as me, is it also on purpose?"

"Is it a private right to give me the least share of the pot in the division of labor in the group?"

"I don't have a roommate either, and didn't I buy extra milk tea?"

I took off the photos and paintings on the table wall one by one, and asked him word by word, as well as myself.

The next photo is a photo of me when I participated in the Trailwalker, and I don’t know how he took it.

"Tailwalk...you were the one who reported for two consecutive days last year! I remember that you didn't participate in this Trailwalk, how did you take pictures of me?"

He let out a long breath, as if he had accepted the fact that I knew everything, his voice was a little hoarse.

"This time this year, I became a volunteer at the check-in point. Last year, I didn't know when you were going, so I applied for two days, and the result..."

"As a result, I didn't go any day, and you ended up in the hospital. Oh, how ridiculous!"

"So," my voice trembled, "Y is my love of Liandu, and this Y is me?"

"……Yes."

"You are the rose born from my heart, wearing a crown stained with blood, and crowning me with thorns. Take it! Irrigate your most noble soul with my purest blood. My love! It is also written to me ?”

"……Yes."

"It turns out that I was right all along."

The author has something to say:

There are many things revealed in this chapter, and corresponding mentions can be found in the previous article. K has really done a lot for Y!As for sketching, there is no problem at all. Those who study architecture must be able to sketch.Thanks for the cutie last night!Refill