amber affair

The kitten felt any displeasure, and fine sweat broke out on Sanada's forehead; but in his arms, the not-so-good-tempered cat was surprisingly well-behaved this time, staring quietly with its round eyes open.

Finally found the right place, a pastry shop at the end of the street.Compared with the hustle and bustle on the street, there are not many customers in the small shop, and the dim and soft lighting is extraordinarily warm.

Standing in front of the cupboard and carefully looking at the various cakes inside, Ryoma frowned, and hummed to the smiling salesperson, "I want a birthday cake, chocolate 6 inches." Looking back, there was some doubt in his eyes Sanada, he said softly, "Today is my birthday."

Christmas Eve was actually his birthday.This proud and rebellious kitten even has a special birthday than others.There was a trace of apology in the black eyes, gently stroking the dark green hair, and the deep and mellow voice was slightly hoarse: "Sorry, I don't know. You should have told me first."

"It doesn't matter, anyway, I'll tell you now." Wrinkling his straight and lovely bridge of nose, Ryoma squinted his eyes and snorted proudly: "Isn't it great that you celebrate Christmas and I celebrate my birthday?"

Taking Ryoma to a seat by the window and sitting down, seeing him staring at the bustling market outside the window with his big cat eyes resting on his cheeks, Sanada asked in a low voice, "Wait to buy birthday presents, what do you want?"

birthday present?If you want it, I just want to hear him say the words you want to hear the most.Blinking his eyes, staring closely at those soft and doting black eyes, a slight smile appeared on Longma's lips, and he moved closer.Leaving a peck on the warm thin lips, he proudly looked into those black eyes, and hummed: "Senior Sanada, think for yourself."

Under the stunned gaze of the waiter, he took the small birthday cake, lit the candle, and looked at the exquisite face covered with a faint golden layer by the flickering candlelight, Sanada sincerely sent his blessing: "Happy birthday, Echizen."

Returning a sweet smile, Ryoma blew out the candles, scooped up a spoonful of cake and brought it to Sanada's lips, whispering: "Merry Christmas, Sanada-senpai."

Swallowing the cake given to each other, tasting the sweet and soft chocolate melting in the mouth, and clasping the rough and slender fingers with the white and slender fingers, Sanada and Ryoma smiled at each other.

After eating the cake, he strolled casually on the street, looking at Ryoma shivering in the cold wind, Sanada frowned, and said softly, "Wait for me here, I'll be back soon."

"Okay." Gently nodded in agreement, looking at the tall figure leaving in a hurry, Ryoma stretched out his hand and grasped the coldness that had been kept in his trouser pocket.

The things I bought when I went to the US competition last time were originally intended to be given to him for Christmas, but I didn't expect the time to come so soon.I'm going to leave soon, this time, I don't know when we can meet again, the only one who is reluctant is him.Wanted to wait for him to say the sentence, but never waited, did he still not understand?

Squinting his amber-like cat eyes, he raised his head and quietly looked up at the dark night sky with a little bit of snow falling, a trace of loneliness and sadness climbed up his fair and delicate face.Her pink lips moved slightly, and she murmured silently in her heart: I like you, Sanada-senpai, I really like you.

A touch of softness wraps around the neck in a trance, blocking the chill of the night, and the warmth ripples from the slightly cold skin to the heart.Looking down at his slender fingers carefully wrapping a soft beige scarf around him, Ryoma smiled.Raising his eyes, he looked at Sanada who was breathing slightly hurriedly, his eyes were a little hazy, "It turns out that what Yukimura-senpai said is true."

Why did you suddenly mention Yukimura at this time?His fingers froze slightly, Sanada couldn't restrain the sour displeasure coming from the bottom of his heart, and asked in a deep voice, "What did Yukimura say?"

"Senior Yukimura said that Sanada-senpai is actually a very gentle person." Standing on tiptoe, he pulled a long scarf around Sanada's neck, and slender fingers played with the thick black hair at the back of his head, and his pink lips Gently pressing his slightly pursed thin lips, Ryoma smiled lightly: "Sanada-senpai is really gentle, I like it very much."

Strong and strong arms wrapped around the petite body nestled in his arms, one hand tightly hugged the slender and flexible waist to make him stick closer to himself, and the other hand supported the back of his head, Sanada kissed the sweet and soft lips deeply flap, eyes closed in pain.

Hearing him say that he likes himself, this is the second time.Even with his eyes closed, Sanada knew how those cat eyes looked at him eagerly at this moment, eager to be responded to.

It's just that they can't, this response that both of them desire cannot be said.Because once he said it, he would desperately keep this kitten and lock him by his side.

he can not.

"When are you leaving?" Gently opening her small mouth that was so sweet that one just wanted to sink, Sanada panted slightly, and asked the question that had been entangled in her heart, that she didn't want to touch but had to touch.

The golden eyes darkened, and in a blink of an eye, avoiding Sanada's deep gaze, Ryoma muttered for a while, then replied softly, "A week later."

a week?All they have is one week left?Hugging Ryoma tightly, holding the face engraved in his heart with both hands, Sanada resisted the waves of needle-like heartache, calmly and hoarsely said: "When the time comes, I will see you off."

Lowering her head, she leaned over and kissed the pair of golden cat eyes that shone with light, and slid all the way down her trembling lips.Lips and tongues entangled, let the cold snowflakes fall on the fiery cheeks, melting into a trace of crystal winding on each other's faces, they hugged each other so tightly, as if the end of the world was coming, venting their desperate sadness.

The white snow fell quietly, as if the whole world was crying and sighing for the pair of teenagers who were about to say goodbye before they confessed their love.

Goodbye, is it true that we will never see each other again?

(45)

Leaning by the door, looking at his always calm and rigorous younger brother who was rummaging through the house and packing up, Sanada Koichiro crossed his arms, worry forming a deep knot between his brows. "What are you doing, Genichiro?"

"Clean up the house and put away all the unnecessary things." The busy fingers did not stop at all, and the deep voice was indifferent and indifferent. Sanada put the racket into the ball pocket and put it deep in the closet.

"Things you don't use? When did the racket become something you don't use?" A bad premonition flashed in his heart for no reason, and Hiroichiro stepped into the room quickly, staring at his younger brother who regarded tennis as his second life, his voice slightly trembling.

With his back straight, Sanada lowered his eyes and stared at his hands, and responded indifferently: "I won't use them again in the future."

Grabbing Sanada's wrist and forcing him to look up at him, Hiroichiro gritted his teeth and squeezed out a cold question from his lips: "What are you thinking, Genichiro? Why did you suddenly say you don't want to play tennis? Who said that?" Even if you go to high school, you still won't give up tennis?"

This time I came home because of my mother's begging.On the phone, his gentle mother repeated in a trembling unspeakable voice how his calm and serious brother had been out of order recently.He knows better than anyone why Genichiro went out of order, but he never expected that after he came back, he found that everything exceeded his expectations.

Is Genichiro trying to forget about tennis?Because tennis met that proud and rebellious child, because he wanted to forget that child, so he didn't even want to touch tennis anymore?

Averting his eyes, his black eyes stared at the corner of the room indifferently, Sanada pursed his lips, and said lightly: "I don't want to fight anymore."

I can't play any more. Once I come across something related to tennis, I can't help but think of that child. When I think of that child, my heart hurts so much that even breathing is a luxury.I agreed to forget it, but if I continue to play tennis, when will I be able to forget it?

The extremely similar black eyes were full of uncontrollable anger, grabbed Sanada's skirt, and Hongichiro gritted his teeth and roared: "If you like him so much, just tell him, just keep him!"

Closing his eyes in pain and clenching his fists at his sides, Sanada turned his head away and said in a hoarse voice, "I can't."

"Then go to the United States with him! The Sanada family can still afford this little money, and you can play tennis anyway, so you don't have to worry about having nothing to do in the United States!" Staring at the pained Sanada, Hiroichiro's eyes were concealed Distressed for not going, her voice hoarse: "Don't worry about who will inherit the dojo. Although I am not as good as you, the ability to run a dojo is more than enough!"

Regarding the dojo of the Sanada family, Genichiro asked him a long time ago if he wanted to inherit it.At that time, he categorically refused to yearn for a free life.He will never forget how his younger brother, who is five years younger than him, came to him after two days of serious thinking and said: Then let me inherit it, brother, you can live the life you want with confidence.

From then on, during the intensive training of the tennis club, Genichiro always spared little rest time to practice kendo earnestly, working hard to become the next Patriarch of the Sanada Dojo, and let him pursue the freedom he wanted .

After a moment of silence, Sanada turned his head slowly, with an ethereal smile on his condensed face, "You can't. The life you want is not like this."

"Enough! Genichiro!" Fingers sank deeply into Sanada's broad shoulders, Hiroichiro's eyes showed pain, and his hoarse voice was full of self-blame: "Don't give up your happiness for me. I don't want to see, I Really don't want to see it."

Why are you always like this, why do you always think of a way out for others, but push yourself into a corner.This is true for me, and it is also true for Echizen.I know you want Echizen to become a professional player, so you don't even like him, but it's unfair to you.

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