[Liuhua Tongren] I really want to say I love you loudly

Rushing down the stairs with a "thud thud thud", Sakuragi became angry.

Sakuragi swore that if time could be turned back, he would have used the head hammer without hesitation to end Immortal's path just now.

If he had really done that, then now, he would definitely not see this scene that makes people angry from the heart, evil to the gut! !

"Xiandao!! You bastard! What are you doing to him?!"

Raising his fist in anger, Sakuragi rushed in front of Xiandao, his bright red hair was like bright anger.

"Artificial respiration." An understatement glanced at the fist that had rushed in front of him, Xiandao's expression did not show the slightest panic, on the contrary, he was surprisingly calm, and there seemed to be some light flickering in his deep eyes.

"Artificial...? Artificial what?!" Fist stranded in the air, Sakuragi blinked.

Hearing this, Xiandou tilted his head, pointed his thumb at the unconscious Rukawa, and continued: "Well, this guy soaked for too long and passed out, so I'm giving him artificial respiration."

"what?!!"

"Since you are here, please take this guy away."

Saying that, Xiandao stood up, walked past Sakuragi, paused a little when he walked to the door of the bathroom, but did not stop moving forward.

Sure enough... In the end, he still couldn't just snatch that innocent kid away...

Rukawa, you should really thank me.

Rukawa didn't wake up until noon the next day, he was woken up by Sakuragi's legs pressing on his chest.

The temple is a little sore, it really shouldn't be a gamble to compete with Xiandao who can soak in hot water for longer...

It's...hateful.

He really couldn't bear the way that guy from Xiandao looked at Sakuragi.

I can't stand it anyway.

Rukawa sat up, looked at the blue-and-white bathrobe on his body, and then at the cherry tree lying on his body, and there were four words echoing in his ears: "Happy Birthday"

He didn't care if the idiot would tell him that...

"Big idiot... I only care about you."

The clear voice, like a cone of residual snow, slowly sounded in the small hotel room, like a river flowing under the ice, transparent and free of impurities, only a piece of sincerity melted in it, like the pale golden silhouette of the sun, paving the way full of the river.

Rukawa's voice was quickly drowned in Sakuragi's loud snoring, he turned around and didn't realize that at this moment, the ears of a boy who seemed to be sleeping soundly were turning into a kind of almost transparent Red.

The two of them took the tram at [-]:[-] on two days in the afternoon. Sitting by the window, Rukawa watched the fields and trees rushing backwards. After a long while, he turned his gaze to Sakuragi who was eating a boxed lunch.

"Hey...would you like to go somewhere with me?"

"Huh?" Sakuragi raised his head from above the lunch box, with rice grains on the corners of his mouth, narrowing his eyes.

"Where are you going? Wait... You fox, are you going to do something to me again... Weird thing!!" Inexplicably remembering the kiss last night, Sakuragi subconsciously stepped back, looking at Rukawa There was a little more wariness in his eyes.

"Big idiot……"

Rukawa got off the car in Yokosuka, Sakuragi naturally followed.

Of course, the reason could not be more reasonable. If you don't look at this weak fox who may faint due to various reasons at any time, if he is kidnapped by some random big guy who picks his feet, it will affect the game!

Well, he was thinking about the game!

After getting off the tram, transferred to the subway, then transferred to the bus, until after walking for nearly 10 minutes, Rukawa finally stopped in front of Sakuragi.

Looking over his shoulder, Sakuragi's facial features froze.

He saw a few words: Sanpu Cemetery.

Why... is it here...

His fists were gradually clenched until they became numb and cold.

Following Rukawa, Sakuragi remained silent until the figure in front of him stood in front of a clean tombstone, then he stopped.

Sayuri Asano (1960-1989)

Except for the name and year, Sakuragi didn't read anything.

Asano...

Fortunately, it's not "Rukawa"...

Bastard... What the hell has he been worrying about since just now! ! !

"They divorced when I was seven. My mother gave birth to me when I was 17."

"flow……"

"Sakuragi, this is everything to me."

Rukawa's sharp-edged face is still expressionless. At the age of 17, there is still a trace of childishness on his face, but there seems to be no trace of emotion in those dark eyes that look like the night sky. The qi and blood that should belong to this age are completely black and bottomless.

Even if he is as nervous as Sakuragi Hanamichi, he understands the meaning of Rukawa's words.

It turned out that this was Rukawa's mother's grave.

The reason why it is not "Rukawa" but "Asano" is: divorce.

After divorce, you don't need to use your husband's family name anymore.

For some reason, from Sakuragi's ears, Rukawa's mother seemed to feel a sense of relief.

"I don't hate my father, my stepmother is very good to me, I..."

Rukawa didn't finish his sentence because Sakuragi hugged him.

"Rukawa...don't say any more!"

"Sakuragi...as long as we are together, I must let you know everything about me. I must also...let my mother know everything about you."

Holding Sakuragi's shoulders, Rukawa's strength was surprisingly strong, not at all like a person who would faint easily due to taking too long in the bath.

"I already understand! Don't say any more! Don't say any more!!" Grasping Rukawa's collar with his backhand, Sakuragi's roar resounded throughout the cemetery, scaring away Asuka and floating clouds.

There was anger and frustration in Sakuragi's voice... moreover, it was a kind of panic.

Everything in the past seems to be revived in the depths of his mind. How much Sakuragi lives freely is how difficult his past is.

To him, death was like an insurmountable abyss, and it took him two full years to climb out of the abyss. He used the first confession of unrequited love to paralyze the fear and mania that had been buried deep in his heart during that time. ……Second-rate.

How could he not know.

"Sakuragi, my memory of my mother only lasted until I was 12 years old. What happened after 12 years old was when I transferred to Fuqiu Middle School."

"So at that time, it was because of the house that moved."

This was the first time the two had spoken in a serious and normal tone, even though it was in the cemetery, it didn't look weird.

Rukawa didn't answer Sakuragi's question right away. Rukawa silently looked at the sky, and after a while he talked about a topic completely unrelated to Sakuragi's question: "When I was seven years old, I didn't understand why my parents divorced. At the age of 12, when I received a notification from the hospital that my mother was critically ill, I realized that it wasn't that they stopped loving each other, but that they ended their marriage when I was seven years old because they cared too much." Rukawa suddenly Turning his gaze to Sakuragi, looking at those amber pupils, there is a subtle light rising in his thick black eyes.

"My father, who was originally my mother's teacher... sounds ridiculous, but it's true."

Rukawa spoke, Sakuragi listened.

This is the first time that Rukawa has spoken so much, and it is also the first time that Sakuragi has become silent.

"My mother didn't know that my father's family was Rukawa Industry until she gave birth to me. Although my father was the only son of the head of the family, he was the child of the head of the family and a woman in Ginza. In order to prevent the family from severing ties with my grandfather, my grandmother sent me His father stayed in the family and was brought up by his grandfather." Rukawa's tone was very flat, at the same speed as his speech, as if he was talking about something that had nothing to do with him, as if what he was talking about was Stranger Stories.

The pearly white translucent gas slowly overflowed from his mouth, and then disappeared, as if he was narrating the matter at this time.

"I don't know why my father met my mother as a teacher, and I don't understand why my mother chose to divorce in the first place. But now..." Rukawa suddenly turned his head to look at Sakuragi.

"Now, I seem to understand."

Taking a sharp breath of cold air, Sakuragi froze his face, and his eyes rolled around.

Rukawa's eyes are always so black, so thoroughly black, so pure, always one can hit Sakuragi with just one glance, it is so direct that there is no way out.

"I don't know what method my mother used to get my father to return to the family while getting my grandfather's forgiveness. It must... must be quite difficult."

"The mistakes of the previous generation should not be passed on to the next generation... Hey, don't look at me like this!" Sakuragi shrugged, stood up, looked down at Rukawa with his hands in his pockets and continued: "This sentence is my family's Dad taught me."

"Hey! What kind of eyes do you have! Can't this genius occasionally say a few words of philosophy?!! Hey! Smelly fox! Tell this genius clearly!! Hey! Hey!! Don't avoid this genius Problem!!!"

Looking at the two tall teenagers in Sanpu Cemetery from a distance, a casually dressed man opened his eyes slightly.

It was already eight o'clock in the evening when they returned from Yokosuka. Sakuragi and Rukawa did not go home immediately, but went to Xiangbei County High School.

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