fall in love with Echizen

I didn't notice Ryoma's strange eyes, and continued to say to him, "This is me climbing a tree."

Just in elementary school, the little girl with dark hair is climbing hard, with dirt on her face.

Ryoma looked down and pointed at the girl's smiling face: "Missing front teeth."

Me: "...you haven't missed it!"

After turning over, the girl was beating the earth with stones in disgrace, with a serious look on her face.

Me: "This is me digging."

Turning again, the girl is looking down at the rabbit, and the rabbit is looking at the food.

Me: "This is me feeding the rabbit."

Flipping and turning, the girl is sulking and has band-aids on her face.

Me: "This is me coming home after a fight, and then my mom beat me up."

Ryoma: "..."

Ryoma: "When you were young...it was like this..."

He seemed to be struggling to swallow the words he was going to say.

I turned over a few more pages, all of which were without exception my play activities on the mountain or on the lawn. I gave Ryoma an explanation one by one, and recalled by myself.

Because I haven't opened this photo album for a long time, if I didn't suddenly think of it today, I would have almost forgotten the content in it.

The photo album has followed me year after year, but now it is gathering dust.

The more I talked, the more excited I became, and by the way, I told Ryoma about my countless deeds in elementary school, as well as the strange things I encountered.

Ryoma didn't urge me to turn the page, but just looked at me quietly.

"...Ah, by the way, is your elementary school the same as when you lost your memory?" I finished talking about another incident when I was a child, and the words finally came to mind.

Ryoma frowned: "...how do you know, almost." He reluctantly replied, with an expression that did not want to admit it at all.

I said honestly, "Your mother told me."

I thought for a while: "Fortunately, we met in the sixth grade of elementary school. If you were younger, you wouldn't be scared to cry by me."

... interesting to think about.

Long Ma raised his eyes, paused for a second, twitched the corners of his mouth and smiled: "Then it will be the other way around when you grow up."

I immediately retorted: "No."

Continue to read, I continue to talk non-stop.

Until a man with blond hair and gray eyes hugged the girl, the two laughed happily. He was putting on a raincoat for the girl.

The adjacent one is a sunny day, a blond man is wearing a headgear for a brunette woman, the two look at each other and smile, the atmosphere is warm.

I was taken aback.

Mom should have thrown it all away... Wait, this is my photo album.

Ryoma seemed to sense something and looked at me.

I looked down at the photo and didn't look at Ryoma. I hesitated: "Well... these are my parents."

Ryoma saw Huo Yewu, so he didn't speak.

I pointed my finger and didn't know what to say. At a loss, I unconsciously raised my head and looked at Ryoma. Instead, he lowered his eyes and didn't look at me, as if he was helping me break free from the gaze and leave room for breathing. Ryoma said: "Turn over page."

I heard the words and stopped fidgeting with the paper, but didn't turn it over.

Maybe it was too relaxed, maybe Ryoma didn't look at me, anyway, for some reason, I blurted out, just like introducing other photos: "...This is my real father, my eyes are inherited from him."

"But maybe it's someone else's father now."

Ryoma looked at me again with calm eyes.

I looked down at the photo, and said while thinking: "...It's been too long, I even forgot that he loved us before...but now I don't intend to take back the hateful emotions."

After that, I don't plan to say too much, just briefly introduce the past.

Longma paused, and pointed at the blond man before I turned the page: "The eyes are not silver."

I tilted my head, Ryoma lowered his eyes, his eyelashes drooped, he couldn't see any emotion, and he said again: "It's not silver in the sun."

I looked at him and said slowly: "...I may be sick, so the color is different."

Guess.It was also said.I knew it wasn't before, but now it's suddenly being said.

Ryoma also looked at me and chuckled, "Is it the sunlight that made you sick?"

Me: "It's the absence of sunlight that makes me sick."

Ryoma: "Then bask in the sun."

Me: "Where? It's cloudy today."

Ryoma approached, entangled with my breath, and said in a flat tone: "It's you, isn't it because of this that you have been working hard."

Instead of responding positively, I thought: "... This is the first time you have given me such a high evaluation."

Ryoma smiled, and turned back to the feeling of stinky fart: "Hey-then I should be thankful? You are welcome."

I retorted: "I'm saying you didn't praise me often before."

Ryoma: "Yes."

In a quiet atmosphere, his eyelashes are so close that when I blink, I have the illusion that they are going to sweep me.

When Ryoma didn't blink, the amber was crystal clear, like a real amber with time locked inside.

I followed him and blinked, and said purely in doubt: "I think liking can really disappear quickly-will you always like me?"

"... If you want to make a promise, then of course." Ryoma suddenly laughed again, "If you want to truly realize it, then you must always like me."

Me: "Am I a condition?"

Ryoma didn't answer, just stared at me fixedly, closed the photo album with his backhand, the photo was covered, and so was I, he leaned over to cover, and kissed familiarly.

I hugged him and was pushed down to the ground by Ryoma, the back of my head was caught by his palm, without touching the floor, no pain.

The soft sound of slippers falling.

His already messy shirt may have been messed up even more by my grabbing.

The air was taken away, and it was an overly intense kiss. I unconsciously stepped on Ryoma's calf lying flat on the ground with my bare feet, but I couldn't exert any force at all, and he didn't move at all.

Ryoma slowly withdrew until I gradually felt short of breath and pulled his hair.

I took the opportunity to breathe, with Ryoma's hands on the ground beside my head.

He was also panting, his face was reddish, and his ears were stained with blush, his calm expression changed slightly. After a few breaths, the young man quickly adjusted and pursed his lips.

I regained my composure and said: "...Do you know that such promises and words cannot be fully believed."

If it was middle school, I might believe it for a while, and then forget it, but I can't at this moment-at least the emotion of liking is really out of control.I would look forward to being 25, but never fully trust.

I believe that Ryoma also thought the same, and then he still said it, and I still gave the promise of marriage.

Both contradictory and secret expectations.

Long Ma was taken aback when he heard the words, then sneered: "I know."

I said seriously: "I will try my best to forget today."

Ryoma looked at me carefully and laughed out loud. After a while, Amber eyes stared at me with a smile: "Whatever you want."

You are full of confidence, Ryoma.

I thought about it, couldn't help smiling at him, stretched out my arms to wrap his arms around his neck, Ryoma lowered his body, the tip of his nose touched mine, and said in a low voice as if whispering: "...but just now because of the truth you promised I will remember my happiness."

... Yes, the feeling of the heart falling to the ground at that moment is the most important thing.

Any verbal agreement is to prolong that moment, and any action is to gently press the heart into the soft soil to germinate and grow.

Ryoma didn't speak, just laughed a few times, and the distance was getting closer.

I immediately put my hands between our mouths and refused, "No more kisses."

His lips fell to my palm all of a sudden, itching.

Ryoma couldn't bear it any longer, I could only see his slightly curved amber cat eyes.

A humming slight vibration in my palm.

"Looks like you're not far off."