amber affair

Laughing out loud: "Don't act like a middle-aged uncle, minister. I just beat you, shouldn't I celebrate by smoking one?"

"You, always make people feel uneasy." Sighing helplessly, Tezuka shook his head, but unconsciously stretched his hand to his ball bag, took out a cigarette and lit it, and then put it in Ryoma's slightly opened bag. Between the lips, the deep voice was full of affection: "Smoking less, it's for your own good."

"I know. I told you that I don't smoke often." Ryoma glared dissatisfiedly at Tezuka, who lowered his head and lit his cigarette, and Ryoma whispered, "Aren't you still smoking!"

Taking a slanting glance at the exquisite little face full of resentment, Tezuka couldn't help but pinch his fair cheeks, and a faint smile appeared on the corner of his lips. "You said it to celebrate you."

With a faint smile, his eyes lingered on the old milky white wristband on his left wrist, and his smile gradually faded away.Squinting at the rising smoke, Ryoma said indifferently: "Actually, you know it, Minister, this is my last season."

Slightly startled, a touch of unspeakable complexity flooded his cool and handsome cheeks, as if he didn't dare to look at those clear cat eyes staring at him, Tezuka looked away.There was a long silence, until the burning cigarette butts burned his fingers, and he said in a low voice, "Did Yukimura tell you?"

"Senior Yukimura didn't say anything, but I know it myself." Standing up to put out the cigarette butt, Ryoma curled up on the sofa with his knees curled up, his eyes slightly disappointed, but his voice was as proud and firm as usual: "So, I can't lose any One game. You can't let it go, Minister. These are our last games."

Sighing silently, Tezuka looked down at the sad but calm pretty face, and asked seriously: "Are you blaming Sanada? If it wasn't for him, you wouldn't be what you are now."

"It has nothing to do with Sanada-senpai, Minister!" The hoarse voice was slightly hurried, and Ryoma raised his head and stared at Tezuka's cold phoenix eyes, arguing eagerly: "No one thinks about the car accident, and it has nothing to do with anyone."

Until now, do you still protect him, Echizen?I thought that in your last season, he would have been following your games, but he didn't show up today, did he?You can't hide it from me. During the game, you will always look towards the stands unconsciously. In fact, you also hope that Sanada will appear.

But that person hasn't appeared until now, not even a word of blessing. I even wonder if he really doesn't love you anymore.Such a person, why do you still love him with all your heart, why should he?

Taking a deep breath, his slender fingers trembled slightly and raised Ryoma's drooping face. Tezuka's eyes were filled with struggling pain, and he said in a hoarse voice, "You know that's not what I'm talking about, Echizen."

"Minister, whether I love or not is my own business, and it has nothing to do with anyone." Looking at Tezuka calmly, the corners of his lips raised a sad arc, but his pale lips trembled uncontrollably, Ryoma lightly Laugh: "I can't impose this dirty feeling on him, so I don't blame him."

I never blamed him, because I have no right to blame.Love is a matter of one person and has nothing to do with others.It doesn't matter if he doesn't love me, I just love him.

"Shut up, Echizen! Who told you that this relationship is dirty? I won't allow you to think like that!" Roared hoarsely, Tezuka's usually condensed handsome face overflowed with uncontrollable frenzy, and he lowered his head and blocked it with his lips More self-blasphemy from him.Rubbing her soft lips frantically, her deep voice choked with pain: "Forget about him, Echizen. You clearly know that I love you..."

Putting his hand on Tezuka's chest, Ryoma squeezed his lips that were a little bit painful from being trampled, with deep sorrow in his golden eyes, and said seriously: "I'm sorry, Minister. I will never forget it."

If I could forget, I wouldn't pester him over and over again to make him troubled.I know you like me, and I also thought that if he were you, maybe it would be different.

But unfortunately, you are not him.

Quietly staring at the amber cat eyes that I have been addicted to since the first time I saw them at the age of 15, Tezuka's frantic mood gradually calmed down, and the phoenix eyes returned to their usual coldness.Touching his lips with his fingers, recalling the sweetness and sadness that was not even a kiss, he murmured apologetically: "I'm sorry, I lost my composure, Echizen."

Smiling faintly, Ryoma shook his head, "I should be the one who said I'm sorry, for making the minister sad for so many years."

I have no more feelings to love, I have given all my love to that person, so whether it is you or others, I can no longer respond.

Looking up, holding Tezuka's face lightly, soft lips kissed the handsome face full of pain, Ryoma whispered: "Minister, you are the one I always want to defeat, so I will meet you again in the future." , you must not be careless. I will still defeat you, just like today."

Staring at the proud and delicate face for a long time, Tezuka tightly closed his eyes and nodded vigorously.

If you only regard me as an opponent, then I will always exist as your opponent, Echizen.This is the only thing I can do for you, because if you don't love me, you won't accept my love.

"Then I'm going back, Yukimura-senpai is still waiting for me." Bending down to pick up his ball bag, Ryoma staggered out slightly.

Watching the back of his deep love gradually go away, Tezuka finally couldn't help calling him.In Ryoma's eyes full of doubts, against his own will, he said hoarsely: "Try again, Echizen. Maybe Sanada is not what you think."

"No need, Minister." With a slight smile, Ryoma's expression was indifferent, and even his voice was as calm as stagnant water. "The only thing I want now is the four Grand Slam titles. I don't have time to think about the rest."

Because, that is the promise I owe you, Sanada-senpai.

(66)

Paris, France in May

It was raining in Paris that day, and the thin raindrops seemed to be tears from the sky, falling to the ground with sadness.

That day, it was raining in the eyes of the fans, because their prince let everyone see his persistence in the most heart-wrenching way.

On the field of the French Open final, the red soil all over the ground has been muddy by the rain, like blood that cannot be wiped away, deeply hurting the eyes of every fan.The prince who has always smiled proudly at all his opponents is curled up on the clay court at this moment, his slender fingers are tightly digging the soil, and his teeth have bitten his pale lips until they are bloodshot.

Yukimura, who was standing by the side of the court, wanted to call a stop, but he couldn't, because he saw those golden eyes staring at him, which contracted from the pain, as if telling him that no matter what, he couldn't call a stop.

His opponent was standing quietly at the bottom line, his condensed and handsome face was covered with drops of water, but he couldn't tell whether it was rain, sweat, or tears.

Taking deep breaths hard, suppressing the sharp pain from his right leg, Ryoma slowly stood up under the concerned and painful eyes of the audience, and after staggering two steps, a dazzling and proud smile bloomed on his delicate and pale face. eyes on the world.

It was such a tragic scene that the commentator, who was used to seeing everything that happened on the court, burst into tears in front of the camera.He said he didn't understand what made Echizen Ryoma stay like this, why a Grand Slam victory was so important to Echizen Ryoma.

He really didn't understand, because the only ones who understood were those few people.

For example, Fujisuke.

After bidding farewell to his favorite child and embarking on a wandering journey, he returned to Paris, the capital of art, not only because his personal photography exhibition was being held, but also to watch the final of the French Open.

But he didn't expect that what he saw would be such a scene.The icy blue eyes gradually dimmed in the rising water mist, and the fingers holding the camera tightly turned blue in the paleness, but all these were far less than the pain in his heart.

Ryoma, stop it!Why are you always so stubborn and so damn distressing.That person, the one you've been longing to see, isn't here!Why are you so persistent, what can you get if you have won the four major championships?

Don't let the rest of your life, in addition to spiritual pain, add physical pain.

Please, Ryoma!

Half a world away, under the brilliant sunlight of Kanagawa, his livid handsome face twisted in indescribable pain, and his slender fingers sank deep into his strong arm, pulling out shocking bloodstains one after another.

Ryoma, I don't want any promises or gifts anymore. I just want you to be well and come back to me.Let you fly, let you fulfill your dreams, not to make you bruised and bruised, why don't you understand if you are stubborn?In other words, stupid me didn't understand at that time!

Long Ma really doesn't understand how other people are worrying and hurting, and he won't understand.He only knows that he must not lose here; he only knows that he will not give up the promise he owed to that person because of this little pain.

Proudly raising his head, facing the referee's worried question, he sneered softly, raised his hand and pointed at Tezuka, and hummed softly in his usual hoarse voice: "Don't relax, Minister!"

Throwing the bright yellow ball high in his hand, he swung his left arm violently, and the ball landed in the opponent's frontcourt.Facing the lob shot by Tezuka, he jumped high, and a powerful whirlwind smash made the eyes of the audience freeze.

The slender body landed on the ground, and the severe pain caused the right leg, which had already been under a heavy load, to stagger a few steps. He gritted his teeth and stood up straight. His pale cheeks once again floated up to reflect the bright smile in the dark sky of Paris.golden cat eyes