[Net King] Summer

Inside the Matsumoto House in Osaka.

Akira Matsumoto was also sitting on the sofa in a daze, and the TV in front of her was showing advertisements day after day. The colorful pictures seemed to be flying around in front of her eyes, and she couldn't see them clearly at all.

That person is going to die.

She stared at the TV in a daze, and couldn't tell what she felt in her heart for a while.

sad, happy, lost, liberated,

It seems to be neither, but it seems to have both, but more... seems to be confused...

Confused not knowing how to react.

Qingran asked her if there was any hatred that could not be resolved.

Suddenly Matsumoto Akiya saw the scene when she was still in Igarashi House.

It is said that children from poor families are the first to lead the family, but children from rich families are not necessarily so naive.What really forces people to mature has never been property, but responsibility.She was forced to grow up since she was a child. Maybe she had a happy and innocent time, but she couldn't remember it at all.It seemed she had been taught how to be a good heir for as long as she could remember.

Her mother has never been a mother, but a head of the family.

Matsumoto Qiu also has difficulty recalling the self who still had expectations for that mother. The deeper memory is the self who has been severely hurt and completely desperate for that family.

Qingran asked her if there was any hatred that could not be resolved.

All kinds of things from the past emerged in front of my eyes, crying alone in the room, the cold woman on the throne, the admiration of the people around me, my own suffering, other people's happiness, other people's families, other people's mothers, their loving faces, that person harsh criticism...

What hatred can't be solved?

Matsumoto Qiu also suddenly sneered.

It was never a simple hatred, it was more of her heart's death.

Her despair made her hate.The expectations and hopes she once had are all her pain now.

The next day, Matsumoto Qiu also fell ill, and developed a fever inexplicably, which lasted for a long time. After Matsumoto woke up early in the morning and found out that she had a fever, he hurriedly sent her to the hospital.

Maybe it's the mother-daughter connection, or maybe it's because of the weather, or maybe there are too many things in mind recently, and Qingran finally fell ill after being overwhelmed.

Illness comes like a mountain down, sickness goes like a thread.

With Qingran's illness, not only was she unconscious for a day, even after taking the medicine and injections, Qingran felt weak all over the body for the next week. As long as she was a little tired, she would feel her body weighed like a thousand catties.

But things couldn't be delayed, so Qingran had to support her body and follow her usual schedule, and Qingran, who still couldn't get a good rest during her illness, lingered on the sickbed for half a month.

But today, she was sitting in the room with her coat on. Because of her illness, the whole room was extremely warm, but even so, Qingran still felt a little cold.

Holding a pen, with a computer and some records of family affairs in front of her eyes, she carefully watched all the news today and the movements of the country and other families.

After a while, she rubbed the center of her brow tiredly, sighed, she got up, and wanted to go outside for a breath of fresh air, but as soon as she stood up, her eyes darkened due to weakness, and she shook her body , and finally supported himself by supporting the table with his hands.

With her eyes open, she breathed a sigh of relief until the world in front of her eyes regained its light, and walked outside.

Since she was ill, such a situation has been commonplace, and she is used to it.

But before she opened the door, a maid's voice came from outside the door.

"Miss, we have guests."

Qingran frowned, "Guest, who is it?"

"It's Yukimura-kun."

"Xingmura-kun?" Qingran was a little surprised, "Then you bring him in."

After finishing speaking, Qingran came back to her senses and adjusted her appearance in the mirror.

In less than a moment, Seiichi Yukimura, who was wearing a shirt, came in front of Qingran, and when he saw Qingran, he frowned subconsciously, "Matsumoto-san, what's wrong with you?"

Even Qing Ran tidied up her appearance, her pale face completely showed her sickness.

No wonder Yukimura Seiichi frowned at the first moment.

Qing Ran smiled slightly, "It's nothing, it's just a small illness." Before she finished speaking, she coughed lightly twice.

Yukimura Seichi looked at her disapprovingly, "I don't think a small illness can make you like this."

"Actually, it's really just a minor illness, a little cold, but it's just that I haven't had a good rest."

"Didn't rest well?" Seiichi Yukimura only noticed the blackness under Qingran's eyes. At this moment, his eyes slipped, and when he saw the documents still on the table, his tone was quite stiff, "Why are you sick?" Why don't you take a good rest? You are ruining your body like this."

He knew about Qingran's vacation a few months ago, not because he deliberately inquired about it, but because the two families were too close, and news spread quickly.

And of course, he knew that the reason for Qingran's vacation was the family business.

Since the last school festival, Yukimura Seiichi hadn't seen Qingran for several months, but he didn't expect to see Qingran in such a haggard look when they met again.

He couldn't help feeling a little angry.

"I, cough, cough, cough..." Just as she was about to speak, she couldn't bear the pain in her throat and made her cough. After coughing for too long, her head was covered with golden flowers. Seeing this, Yukimura Seiki hurriedly helped her He watched her sit down, and immediately poured water for her from the side.

"Are you okay?"

"Cough, cough, cough..." I drank a few sips of water with Yukimura Seiichi's hand, and the foreign body sensation in my throat felt better, and my head was still in pain, so I squinted my eyes and looked at Yukimura Seiichi, "No Sorry to trouble Yukimura-kun."

"Matsumoto-san should take a good rest."

"..."

"You look very tired, why don't you go to sleep."

Leaning on the table, she smiled nonchalantly, "It's okay, I just had a rest." Even so, she is indeed tired now, as long as she falls on the bed, she can fall asleep.

"Hey, is Yukimura-kun here to see Grandpa Yukimura today?"

Yukimura Seiichi saw that persuading her was unsuccessful, so he sat beside her, facing the courtyard, and said, "Yes."

"Yukimura-kun is really filial."

"Thank you... I heard that Matsumoto-san has dropped out of school recently."

"Um……"

"After the previous school festival, Sanada-san has been thinking about Matsumoto-san, and said that he hopes to see you again sometime."

"yes……"

"Well, Sanada-san said that I am very grateful for your help at that time. The tea ceremony at that time was very beautiful." It was indeed beautiful, and the whole person was as beautiful as a work of art. Yukimura Seichi still remembers that time so far.

The girl in a dress is sitting upright, facing everyone's gaze with a peaceful smile, her eyes are lightly drawn, her wrist holding on to the tea bowl is as white and tender as a fine mutton jade, everything is like a lady in a painting, let Yukimura Jingichi couldn't take his eyes off.

Yukimura Seiichi half turned his body to look at the girl leaning on the table beside him, only to find that her eyes were closed.

Looking at the tiredness between her brows and the black eyes, Yukimura Seiichi sighed, he spread out the blanket beside her, and gently covered her body.

Between them, the distance between them was extremely close, and their breaths seemed to be intertwined. Leaning over, Yukimura Seiichi stared intently at that pale face, unable to move his eyes away for a while. .

There was no sound in the huge room, as if time had frozen.

"Azang..." A weak sigh-like voice suddenly came from Qing Ran's mouth, opposite to it were crystal clear tears overflowing from the corners of her eyes.

Yukimura Seiki froze, watching the tear drop down his cheek, after a while, he left slowly, stroking the knot between Qingran's eyebrows with his hands.

There was an inaudible sigh like a feather falling to the ground.

Yukimura Seichi smiled slightly, turned around and looked outside the courtyard with a long line of sight.

When Qingran woke up, Yukimura Seichi had already left, leaving only a note expressing apology.

Looking at the elegant but sharp note, Qing Ran's attention was not on it.

She just had a dream. In fact, she has often had that dream recently.

In the dream, on the day she had a fever, Baishi skipped class and came to take care of her. Facing her stubbornness, he angrily reprimanded her, and faced her weakness in pain, he comforted her helplessly.

The more this kind of time, the more this kind of person, when he is lonely and weak, he will miss the person who brings him warmth the most.

Qingran hugged her leg and cried softly.

She doesn't cry often, but the missing and longing now make her want to cry.

Take out the mobile phone that has not been used for a long time from my drawer, turn to the number marked 'Azang', look at it as if it has always been my own exclusive number before, the green dial button next to it is so familiar , but she exhausted all her strength and couldn't press that button.

"Hello?" A voice as gentle and clear as water sounded, and the hand holding the phone tightened, almost throwing the phone on the ground in a panic. Younger Lingyuan looked at the ground, his face flushed, "Bai...Senior Shiraishi ..."

"Suzuno-san, what's the matter?"

"Well...it's like this...Watanabe-sensei said...let me confirm with you what I want to buy."

It turned out that as early as two months ago, Suzuno Koko became the new manager of the tennis club. Back then, Shiraishi was quite surprised that this timid girl would take the initiative to apply to be the manager, and because he subconsciously didn't want others to It was somewhat repulsive to occupy this position, but because of the character of the other party, Shiraishi finally gave the decision to Osamu Watanabe.

At that time, Osamu Watanabe had already been given a headache by the messy logistics after Qingran left. A young boy from Suzuyuan just solved his urgent needs, and he couldn't be happier.

That's why Dang even clapped his hands and decided to let the youngest son of Suzuyuan take up the post.

"Oh, this matter, it's okay, I'll just send you the list later."

"... Oh." Younger Lingyuan twisted the corner of his clothes with his fingers.

"Anything else?"

"Uh...that...Senior Shiraishi...you...are you free tomorrow?" His face was as red as a ripe tomato, but Suzuyuan still insisted on finishing his sentence.

"Hmm... Tomorrow, I have made an appointment to play with Qian, what's the matter?"

Disappointed, he put down his hands, and the young son of Lingyuan said disappointedly: "Oh...it's nothing, then...bye."

"alright, bye."

The phone was hung up, Suzuki took the phone away from her ear, looked at the cake coupons on the table, and murmured in a low voice, "I wanted to say...tomorrow is my birthday, I want to eat cake together of……"