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

The insomnia did not affect Sakuragi's long-term biological clock. Even in November, he would still wake up at six o'clock in the morning when there was no sunlight.

Apart from one or two morning exercisers and hangovers with ties on their heads, there are no extra figures on the familiar streets.

Walking with his hands in his pockets on the frosty concrete road, Sakuragi's pace was sometimes fast and sometimes slow.

"Ah!! Why does the genius care about what that bastard said!!"

Suddenly standing still in place, Sakuragi hugged his head and roared.

"It's noisy."

The clear voice is like the low meow of a black cat suddenly remembered behind him, accompanied by the faint morning light, both harmonious and strange.

"Ah! Bastard!" First screaming, then roaring, Sakuragi's mood was undergoing a rapid change.

"Stop talking nonsense, get out of the way." With a palm covering Sakuragi's steamy face, Rukawa walked past him, bringing a gust of icy wind, although the temperature was low, it was not sharp.

"The body is not low enough!"

"Walk too slowly!"

"Take off too early!"

"Misjudgment!"

"foul!"

"Excessive force!"

The focused voice is mixed with a cool temperature, like snow, but it turns into misty smoke when people want to catch it.

It's more like accusation than guidance.

Two elongated figures fainted in the golden morning light, and the gradually melting green frost made the concrete floor of the small stadium wet, and a few pits of dark gray were condensed.

"Bastard! Please be quiet today!" "Bang" punched Rukawa's left cheek, and Sakuragi finally erupted.

"Bastard! You! You bastard! Why don't you fight back! Fight back! This genius is called! You! Return! Hand!" Holding on to the collar of Rukawa's navy blue sweater, Sakuragi's anger seemed to erupt suddenly The volcano continuously spews out invisible and colorless hot magma that is enough to hurt people to the point of bruising.

"Rukawa Kaede! Your goal has been achieved! You have angered this genius! What else do you want?! Listen! This genius doesn't need you to tell me!" Sakuragi was taller than Rukawa by nearly three centimeters, plus At this time, he was so excited that he almost brought up Rukawa.

Sakuragi lost control.

Or to be more precise, sanity out of control.

"Speak! Why don't you speak! Don't you have a lot to say? Rukawa Feng!"

"boom……"

It wasn't until the hot face on his face started to ache and itch when it came into contact with the icy air, that Sakuragi reacted slowly. It turned out that Rukawa had called back.

"It's too light, so how can you protect yourself?"

In an instant, a snowflake slowly fell from the seam between the two people's sights, slowing down the time and prolonging the heartbeat.

==

"You two! Tell me! Clear! Clear!"

In the basketball arena, Miyagi Ryota's voice was as sharp as a knife point, almost piercing the eardrums of the two boys who were much taller than him in front of him.

The two looked in opposite directions with a rare tacit understanding, making up their minds to ignore Miyagi's anger.

Looking at these two guys with exactly the same stubborn temper, Mitsui pursed his lips, patted Miyagi's shoulder from behind, and then said in a very casual tone: "I promised Coach Anzai before, as long as there is another fight Banned..."

Sure enough, the person who knew these two guys best was Mitsui, a thoughtful guy.

Turning his head to glance at Mitsui, and then at the eyes of the two people who were projecting towards him at the same time, Miyagi shrugged, and continued in cooperation: "Yes, if you fight again, you will be suspended. You two can figure it out ..."

"Xiaoliang! We didn't fight! The relationship between the two of us is good! That's it! Very! This injury was hit by a ball! How can I know as much as this guy!" A face full of ugly and ferocious smiles, Sakuragi hooked Rukawa's neck tightly.

All the team members looked at Sakuragi's grinning face, and they all showed the look of "you can only believe in ghosts", but they can only think about it in their hearts, because no one can bear Sakuragi except those old-fashioned problem children. Super iron head skills.

Despite this, Sakuragi and Rukawa were detained in school.

"Hamachi, Rukawa, we will fight for your share too!"

This is what Captain Miyagi said to them before leaving.

With a loud roar, he dunked the basketball viciously towards the wooden floor, only to hear a muffled "bang", and under the reaction force of the wooden floor, the basketball ferociously rushed towards Sakuragi's chin, returning all his anger.

The roar in the huge basketball hall was still echoing, and the cries of pain came out in waves, and the two phases intertwined, and a very discordant sneer suddenly joined in it.

The content of the sneer is "big idiot."

Jumping up suddenly, Sakuragi clutching his chin angrily glared at Rukawa, but after staring for a long time, he picked up the bright red ball that was even a bit dazzling, strode to the basket and took off...

Only now, only basketball can completely make him ignore those throbbing and trembling that always come from all directions inside his body from time to time.How could he have special feelings for that bastard? !

When he was beaten, his fist was also hurting and trembling, the pain went to the apex of his heart, his eyes, and every pore.

It hurt more than his punch.

After the slam dunk was completed, Sakuragi's sweat flew into a gorgeous scene under the incandescent lamp, like a sea of ​​flowers, like a rising sun, like a smudge of rainbow on a waterfall after the rain, which was soul-stirring.

"Sakuragi..."

Sakuragi's falling figure and his jumping figure shone with the same glory, like the first ray of golden light illuminating the horizon at the beginning of the day, so dazzling that people couldn't move their eyes or turn their consciousness...but it only lasted for a short time. For a brief moment.

The reason is naturally the two words that Rukawa blurted out almost instinctively.

Sakuragi staggered forward and took two steps before standing still. When he pricked up his ears again to hear something clearly, the black-haired boy realized his mistake and changed his words: "Idiot..."

"asshole……"

The Adam's apple slowly slid from top to bottom, and in front of Sakuragi was Rukawa with his back turned to him.

A piece of sour liquid stuck in his throat, Sakuragi looked at the black hair hanging down the back of Rukawa's neck, wanted to curse, wanted to punch, but he didn't have any strength.

Bastard fox, sure enough...

Sure enough, the long-standing confusion and hesitation were not just his own emotions.

He knew it early on.

In fact, he knows it all.

Pushing Sakuragi away slightly with his arms, Rukawa turned around and looked at him, his clear eyes rolled, and he couldn't see the meaning in it.

"Big idiot... Isn't one lesson from a back injury enough? When it comes to the field, I can't promise to keep an eye on you all the time."

"Bastard! Bastard!! How dare you question the strength of this genius!"

Waving his arms wildly, there was a barely audible tremor in Sakuragi's voice, whether it was because of anger or some other emotion.

In Rukawa's view, it was more like an insincere panic.

Did not refute him, Rukawa only slowly picked up the basketball from the wooden floor, then stared at him for a moment, his lips as thin as a blade opened slightly: "I will only say this once, you idiot Listen to me carefully. If you insist on playing basketball without knowing the severity, then I will do everything possible to stop you. I will bear all your pain."

After speaking, Rukawa threw it away.The orange-red basketball drew a graceful arc in the amber pupils of the red-haired boy, like a shooting star illuminating his life, even though it was short, it was unparalleled.

"Slow down!..."

Looking at Rukawa's back, after a long time, a low, almost inaudible roar escaped from Sakuragi's mouth.

"This genius..."

"Hey! What are you doing?!"

Suddenly his eyes widened, Sakuragi watched Rukawa's figure gradually enlarged in front of his eyes, wanted to back up, but forgot how to move his legs.

"Idiot, isn't this exactly what you want?"

"Bastard! Let go of your fox paws!!"

"I'm sleepy, I don't want to let go."

What happened afterwards was not what Rukawa expected, but unexpectedly made him feel reasonable.

"Hey! Don't look at Ben Genius with that look!"

Leaning against the side of the carport that was only slightly higher than her, Sakuragi folded her arms across her chest and yelled.

The slightly angry words turned into a touch of translucent pearly white in the freezing temperature of winter, drifting slowly between the two teenagers, blurring into blurred vision.

Snow began to drift from the indigo sky again, falling into deep black traces.Just like the color of Rukawa's hair and pupils, they are always indifferent and distant, no matter how close they are, they cannot feel the temperature they should have.

"boarding."

"Me?! Why did you sit in the back today?! You just want to sit in the back!" Retorting, he snatched the handle of the bicycle, but Sakuragi didn't realize that he touched his cold fingers just for a short moment.

That was the first time they touched each other's skin outside of fighting.

Many years later, when he recalled this not-so-good first touch, the corners of his lips would still curl up unconsciously.

Young and energetic, young and ignorant... At that time, the youth was always dazzling, and when I think about it now, I still feel passionate and unable to control myself.

Glancing coldly at Sakuragi who was stubbornly pulling on the handlebar, Rukawa said in a low voice: "Idiot." But there was less distaste and more helpless sigh.

Facts have proved that confronting a simple guy like Sakuragi will not lead to good results, so Rukawa wisely chose the position behind the bicycle and sat on it neatly.

The wind with a little ocean humidity in winter raised two strands of hair, one red and one black, swaying in the same arc in the same direction.

There was no words all the way, until after going around for a long time, Sakuragi stopped suddenly, and growled with his jaw stuck: "Damn fox! You didn't even say where your home is, so where did you let me go today?!"

"Big idiot, this kind of question should be asked clearly from the beginning."

The cold tone came from behind, but there was a layer of warm temperature covering the neck, which was the temperature of Rukawa.

Dazed for a moment, Sakuragi froze in place.

It turned out that he was not always as cold as his voice, occasionally, even for a short moment, he was willing to feel his warmth.

It's just that some words are too nasty for him now, and in any case, they are not suitable for a man like him to speak.

Rukawa's home is slightly different from what he imagined.

Although Sakuragi made many mental constructions, when he really stood at the foot of the two-story Japanese-style house, his heart still beat wildly for a long time.

He admitted very clearly and straightforwardly that at that moment, a feeling called envy emerged from the depths of his heart.

Although looking back now, he would feel that he was a little inexplicable and even childish and ridiculous at that time, but he didn't feel any embarrassment.

At that time, he was just a hot-blooded young man who only knew how to rush forward without thinking of any consequences.

It was also because of this that he didn't notice the expression flowing from the depths of Rukawa's eyes at that time.

Many things are missed, just missed, there is neither rehearsal nor replay, their life is only once.

The small courtyard of the Rukawa family is covered with blue-gray floor tiles, covered with a thin layer of snow particles, which looks like icing on a marble cake, gentle and sweet.

"come in."

Rukawa's usual cool voice sounded beside his ears, Sakuragi's cochlea moved slightly, and his tall body trembled slightly, but did not move.

Impulse made him want to know Rukawa, want to know more about Rukawa.

But now, when he was really standing outside Ruchuan's courtyard, he hesitated.

Hatefully hesitated.

Home is a word that is out of reach for him, a delinquent boy.

For Sakuragi, home is like the sun, and he is the Icarus who longs for and chases the warm light.

"From now on, I will be your family."

The icy wind whipped up snowflakes all over the sky, and swept away Rukawa's scarf that was originally wrapped around Sakuragi's neck, so that Sakuragi didn't hear Rukawa's voice with his back turned to him.

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