[Net King] It's just that the butterfly doesn't want to

The picture in the dream is faint, and the sound of cicadas piercing through the branches and leaves gradually subsides.

【"Let's watch the weekend game."

On the way home from school, Seiichi Yukimura said suddenly.

Ogata Yui was lowering her head and concentrating on studying the various flavors of ice cream in the refrigerator. She was obviously more interested in ice cream. She asked slowly, "Will it affect your competition if I go or not?"

"No."

"Then why do I..."

He pondered for a moment, as if thinking of her, "This way you can see me."

"..."

Will Ogata Yui refuse?

Even though she was not interested, her vague answer still fell into the grassy atmosphere of the dusk.

"We'll talk about it later."

It was a game with a close score, and the winner was soon decided at the referee's whistle.People from the tennis club came out of the player passage one after another. After Yukimura Seichi said a few words to them, he walked towards Yui Ogata who was waiting on the side.

"Want to say hello?" he asked.

"...Huh? With whom?"

"Didn't you miss Chiya's match last time?"

Ogata Yui thought about it, and she said indifferently, "But Yuka and Iori went to see it."

Yukimura Seichi found it funny, "Is this the same thing?"

"what's the difference?"

He was puzzled by Kami Ogata Yui calmly, and his smile gradually subsided.

"For you, there is no difference." He walked towards the road, behind him was the sound of the tennis team boarding the bus and the car starting.

"Did you know?" The bus pulled out of sight, and he stopped before the light, "Chi also looks a bit like you."

"...What?" Ogata Yui tilted his head, puzzled, "Am I with Kirihara Chiya?"

"I said 'I'm sorry' to him, but he would only ask me, 'Minister, what happened'." The fallen leaves rustled in the wind, and his voice was almost inaudible. "Sometimes I also think, maybe ..."

"Huh?" She asked confusedly.

"It's not bad for you."

Yukimura Seiichi reached out and clasped the girl's slender wrist, an elusive emotion flashed through his lowered eyelashes.Before she could ask the next question, he took her hand and left the road, and as expected, she didn't break free.

The commercial street is very lively on weekends.

To plan a date that the other party doesn't care about at all, even for Yukimura Seiichi, it's a bit languishing.When Yui Ogata's eyes fell on the cute dolls, the fairy-tale merry-go-round, and the dark blue aquarium, and when he talked to him with a smile and a smile in his eyes, Seiki Yukimura always stood there indifferently. On the side, calmly examine in the bottom of my heart: Do you really like it?

... Or, do you know that this is liking?

And when Yui Ogata looked away, and his eyes fell back on him, rose-colored paint smeared the air, and those doubts that were as thin and dense as steel needles pierced into blood vessels became less important in an instant.

Do you like tennis games or not, do you like commercial streets... whatever.

Under the dazzling sunlight, people come and go, walking side by side, almost creating an illusion of calm and normality.

"Yukimura, look..."

Ogata Yui suddenly stopped, pointing from a distance to the pet foster shop on the opposite side of the street.

"Ok?"

Her uncommon active response made Yukimura Seiichi a little interested. He looked in the direction of the girl's finger, his gaze paused, and some vague images flashed in his mind.

"What did you see?" he asked.

"Look at that yellow snake." Ogata Yui tugged at his sleeve, and the long and unpleasant memories came across time and space, making her shiver in summer, "Is it a bit like you put me The one in your hand?"

The time-staggered picture was broken and reunited in front of my eyes, as if something was falling weightlessly.

He turned his head, and there was an indescribable undercurrent hidden in his quiet gaze.

"Can you say that again."

"It's the yellow-throated snake you put on my hand that time. It almost climbed onto my shoulder."

"when."

"Seems to be--"

Ogata Yui was stunned for a moment, she slowly put down her hand, lost in thought, "Huh? When was it...? Could it be that I was dreaming?"

She patted her cheek, "Strange. Why do you dream of such a thing."

Unknowingly, the force that clasped her was released, and someone's fingertips slid across the air and staggered away from her hand.

Ogata Yui didn't care about this little episode, she continued to walk forward, and after a while, she realized that there was no one beside her, she looked back, and in the crowd, Yukimura Seichi still stayed in place, his figure seemed to be frozen in the endless stream in the street view.

The noise surged, and she saw the boy raise his eyes quietly.

The emotion in those eyes was like a silent abyss.

The midsummer light gradually shrouded, the crowd seemed to disappear, and the air was suddenly still. In the vast whiteness, there was only the whispering voice of Yukimura Seiichi, and she saw his lips move.

"How can you……"】

The dream came to an abrupt end.

The last unfinished question was like an invisible hand, which suddenly clenched the strings in my mind at the moment of making the sound, and the drowsiness and dreams dissipated together in the instantly stinging mind.

Ogata Yui opened his eyes.

Outside the window is the long spring breeze blowing from the end of the street.

Waking up from the dream, the wet rain still seems to be lingering in my mind, Ogata Yui opened the window, in the clear weather, I still heard the sound of rain falling in my ears, mixed with the slightly hoarse voice of the boy .

She couldn't feel the torrential rain, but subtly, she could feel the coldness that Yukimura Seiki was holding back at that time.

what was he thinking...

Until the end of the dream, Yukimura Seichi did not give an answer.

Gradually waking up from her dull thinking, she recalled the last scene in her dream again. It seemed a very ordinary scene, but the incomplete sentence made her pay attention to it for no reason.

What is Seiichi Yukimura talking about?

I found that Ogata Yui could vaguely recall the memory of the last week... Could it be that he said something like "how can you remember" or "why can't you remember"?

But Yukimura Seiichi's complicated expression at that time made Ogata Yui intuitively know that the answer was more than that.

In the quiet morning light and the long wind intertwined, the door of the opposite house was pushed open from the inside. Yagyu Hiroshi was carrying a tennis bag, and habitually raised his head to look at the window on the second floor. Sight, his footsteps stopped.

"Morning, Billy."

Ogata Yui turned his head and glanced at the clock in the room, sighing, "Your schedule is really accurate."

"But you're earlier than usual today."

"Woke up by a dream."

"Is it a nightmare?"

"..."

Ogata Yui showed a pensive expression, she didn't know how to judge anything in her memory, and those feelings that she couldn't understand, many images flashed in her mind, and finally froze on the mighty rain.

It's a pity that the rain didn't really fall on Yui Ogata.

"It's not a nightmare..." She smiled and replied to Liu Sheng, "It's a very special dream."

"That's good."

Yagyu Hiroshi concluded coldly.

Although a little unkind, Zhuma's indifferent attitude towards many things as always made her feel very at ease in this school surrounded by abnormalities.

"Don't delay your morning training, be careful on the way."

"Ah."

"Wait for me to go home after school."

"..."

She explained, "I'm going to help Kirihara make up lessons today until you finish training."

"En." Liu Sheng agreed with a flat expression.

In the ordinary and dull daily life, time moves forward.

Occasionally watching Kirihara Akari biting the tip of his pen and struggling with the exercises, Ogata Yui would think of the comment "Akari is also very similar to you". She didn't understand it at the time, but now she somewhat understands what Seiichi Yukimura meant.

Kirihara Chi is not as sharp as Yanagi Renji, nor is he able to grasp people's hearts like Marui Bunta.

In the almost forced relationship, he didn't even delve into the reason.

Most of the time, his mind is occupied by simple questions like "What is this question?" energy, whether confused or angry.

Unlike most adolescent boys at this age, he is keen to secretly look at the beautiful girls in the next class, and he doesn't care what "likes" are.

……

At least, not yet.

As time went by, Yui Ogata gradually and completely recalled the story that started after the rainstorm—an admirable relationship in the eyes of outsiders, but looking back from that story, to her, it was nothing more than It is an ordinary picture.

In the gap between memory and reality, she occasionally thinks of Yukimura Seiichi in the hospital.

If this was what Yukimura wanted her to remember, she who already had this shared memory should probably tell him the result.

It just rained this afternoon.

According to her memory, she found the inpatient department where Yukimura was.

There are still many puddles and puddles left on the ground, shining in the bright sunshine after the rain. Ogata Yui bypassed the small puddles, followed the nurse's guidance, and saw Yukimura surrounded by children in the garden Jingshi.

Boys are popular no matter where they are.

He was sitting on a bench, turning his head slightly to talk to a little boy. When he got closer, he could vaguely hear the boring content of their exchange.

"Why can't Aiko come and play with me today?"

The little boy's voice seemed a little angry, but Yukimura always had that attitude with a faint smile, it was hard to tell whether it was perfunctory or patient.

"Because she's going to school."

"Isn't she my best friend?"

"Good friends also go to school."

"But Chieko can stay with me every day."

Yukimura showed a thoughtful expression, and after a while he asked sincerely, "Who is Chieko?"

"My little turtle."

"..."

In memory, Seiichi Yukimura rarely had such a speechless moment, which made Yui Ogata, who was witnessing the conversation, want to laugh a little. She was about to step forward when she heard the boy's confused voice.

"Why can't Aiko be like Chieko?"

Yukimura Seiichi was silent for a moment.

It was a silent expression that Yui Ogata felt familiar with, and it appeared in a certain moment when he stared at himself in his memory.The light of the spring day became blurred, and the faint sound of cicadas and the lively background sound in the bustling street scene appeared in the ears.

"Because she is..."

Yukimura Seiichi spoke slowly.

The clenched string in my mind lost control.

The picture that could not be recalled in the dream became extremely clear at this moment, and even before speaking, Seiichi Yukimura could be heard sighing softly, standing alone in the endless crowd.

Time seemed to go backwards in the direction of the crowd, and in a daze, Yui Ogata was standing opposite Yukimura Seichi at that time.

【"How can you……"

His questioning voice came from far to near, crossing the boundaries of time and space, knocking on the eardrum word by word.

"Yui Ogata, why do you have to become a person?"]

At this moment, Yui Ogata, standing under the warm spring light, almost heard the hidden meaning of Yukimura Seiichi hidden in the darker abyss behind that question.

Was he thinking—

You should be a character, an illusion, and an obsession.

whatever is good,

How can you be a real human being?

The palpitating picture did not dissipate, but became clearer.

[The noisy wind blows through midsummer.

After staying in place for a while, Yui Ogata, who noticed the abnormality, walked towards him.

"What happened to you?"

The girl stood in front of him with a curious look on her face.

"..."

Facing the girl's casual and innocent expression, he was silent for a long time.

"If you are alone," Yukimura Seiki stared at her, even though he knew he couldn't get an answer at this moment, he still asked softly, his obscure eyes seemed to look at someone else through her:

"Then what should I do?"]

Time and memory flowed through the fingers, but the annoying wind did not stop, passing through the transparent barrier like an illusion and arriving at this moment.

Her breathing seemed to be choked by someone, the bell rang in the distance, the girl seemed to be awakened suddenly, she turned around suddenly, and rushed out along the garden path, when passing by others, her shoulder bumped into the other person, the pain at that moment Let her regain a little sobriety.

"sorry."

"—"

The other party seemed to want to say something, but the girl's figure had disappeared into the winding path.

It wasn't until he ran out of the hospital that the smell of disinfectant was gradually blown away by the wind, and Ogata Yui stopped.

The light after the rain was soft, and the breeze passed through the swaying branches and leaves, and when it fell on her body, it was like a loud slap in the face. She was dizzy, and she thought of Yukimura Seiki's question again.

Unknowingly, whether in memory or now, she has become accustomed to a repetitive but peaceful life.

The turbulent emotions in that rainstorm could not move her in the slightest.But Yukimura Seiichi's question, which was left behind in time and only reached the target until now, can sting the paralyzed brain at the moment of recall.

- Why can't I be alone.

Ogata Yui put her hand against her heart. The girl who is always separated from the world doesn't know that she is missing something important, but she seldom cares about it.But at this moment, on this deserted street, she slowly came back from her memory and looked up at the scenery of the city in the distance.

Why do I have to play a role in this reciprocating story.

She thought in a daze.

When Genichiro Sanada found Yukimura Seiichi, the latter was sitting alone on a bench in the garden, his eyes falling somewhere far away.

"Yukimura."

The boy in hospital clothes was stunned for a moment, then turned his head, "...it's you."

For such a brief moment, Sanada seemed to see an expression of hopelessness on his face, and the slight emotion was quickly blown away by the wind, and it disappeared.

After years of getting along with each other, Sanada can easily discover Yukimura Seiichi's not-so-good mood hidden under the calm surface.

When he remembered the girl who stumbled and ran out of sight, the puddles of mud splashed on the corner of the girl's white skirt looked particularly glaring, Sanada asked curiously.

"Has Ogata-san, who just gave Chiya a make-up lesson, come here?"

"Well, she has been here."

"Ogata-san is a good person."

"Ah."

Even though he noticed Yukimura Seiichi's reluctance to talk about it, Sanada Genichiro has always had a straight-talking personality, "Aka is always causing trouble, and Marui has caused her a lot of trouble—"

He recalled it a bit, and continued with more certainty.

"Anyway, she never complained to anyone."

"Is it."

"What did you do to make her so angry?"

Yukimura's expression was lost for a moment, mottled light fell on the delicate eyebrows and eyes, he lowered his eyelashes, "...is she angry?"

"Looks very angry."

"..."

Yukimura Seiichi fell silent without saying a word, a silent inexplicable emotion spread in the air.

After a long time, just when Genichiro Sanada thought that this topic was over, he heard Seiichi Yukimura suddenly smiled. He turned his head, and his friend raised his face, as if he saw something else through the gaps in the leaves. , with indistinguishable emotions in his eyes.

"It's a good thing to be angry."

Yukimura Seiichi said.

Genichiro Sanada with a strong sense of justice had blue veins popping out of his forehead. Just as he was about to argue with his friends, a gust of wind blew by. Under the bright light, Seiichi Yukimura's complexion was different from ordinary people's paleness. Taking it down shows a certain sense of loneliness.

"...Go back to your room early." Sanada swallowed his words.

"it is good."

Yukimura Seichi stood up and walked slowly along the garden road back to the hospital building. Before he finally left, he stopped and saw the girl standing at the end of the road in a daze.

Even though he knew where she was, he could no longer approach Yui Ogata as a matter of course.

The rainy night with the wind and rain, the school festival with lights twinkling like stars, the cold winter with falling snow...every scene in memory is his wishful thinking.

Those chaotic times, hurried and long, vanished before my eyes.

He originally thought that it was just a prank repeated along the fate. In the established trajectory, holding Yui Ogata's hand was no different from holding the thin string of a kite.

But in a crowded afternoon, there was such an unexpected conversation, the string of the kite would not be broken, and before some kind of absurd expectation surged up, deeper emotions like a tide submerged.

He knew that one day, Ogata Yui would face this problem head on.

"Why are you alone?"

When asking this question, Yukimura Seichi was thinking——

He can have a trophy, a treasure, a belief.

But what should he do in order to have someone who is absolutely, absolutely, absolutely impossible to fall in love with him?

The author has something to say: I'm sorry, I can't impress a cruel Weimei after three extra chapters.

Thanks to the little angel who threw the grenade: LUari1;

Thanks to the little angels who threw mines: 2 for Raylene and Asuka; 1 for Haimo, hhh, and Xiaomai;

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