Amethyst Fascination

The orange trees in the Echizen family are already full of fruits, hanging on the green branches one by one.A petite boy was lying under the tree, hugging his Himalayan cat, one person and one cat were sound asleep.

When Nanjiro walked into the back garden humming a ditty, what he saw was such a beautiful picture.Squinting his eyes, with a malicious smile on his lips, he picked up the racket leaning against the wall, took out a tennis ball from his arms, and swung the racket at the orange on the boy's head.

The bright yellow ball passed through the treetop and hit the branch firmly. The orange on the branch shook a few times, and it happened to land on the boy's head together with the ball.

The boy who was awakened from his good dream turned over and sat up, looked at the oranges and tennis balls in his arms, and glared angrily at his unscrupulous father, "What are you doing?"

"Oh boy, you'll catch a cold if you sleep here!" Not minding his son's anger at all, Nanjiro staggered over, reached out and snatched the orange from the boy's hand, and put it in his mouth without wiping it off. Chew up.

"Hey, that's mine!"

"Your? Is your name written on it?" Smiling at the young man's angry little face, Nanjiro took a big bite on purpose and asked in a naughty manner.

Why does this sentence sound so familiar?As if someone had said that to him too?

Glancing at Nanjiro suspiciously, the boy lowered his head and picked up the tennis ball. The next moment, he finally broke out: "Smelly dad! Why are you messing with my things again!"

The ball is from that person, and there is his portrait on it.He has always been placed by the bedside, but the stinky dad brought it back and used it to beat oranges!All dirty!

"Oh, it's the boy's most precious tennis ball. I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" Seeing the boy carefully patting some dust on the ball, Nanjiro reached out and grabbed it, "Look, what's written on it? For my dearest Ryoma? Oh, dearest Ryoma?"

There is still this sentence on the ball?

Slightly taken aback, the boy jumped up and snatched the tennis ball from Nanjiro's hand, looked at it over and over for a long time but didn't find what his father said.There was a burst of laughter in his ears, and the boy understood that he had been tricked again.

A delicate little face flushed red, and he gave his unscrupulous father a hard look. The boy grabbed the ball and walked away.The anger was real, and it was also true that his heart was beating wildly at that moment just now, which made him angry from embarrassment.

"Hey! Boy! Ryoma! Are you angry now?" Seeing his son walking away without looking back, Nanjiro scratched his head, with a meaningful smile on his lips.

This kid really values ​​that ball.

"What's the matter, Ryoma? Are you having trouble with your father again?" Seeing his son blushing and walking into the kitchen without saying a word, Lunzi laughed with a can of Fanta.Looking at the tennis ball in his hand, she said: "Speaking of which, it's been a long time since I saw Jingshi. Did you tell him that we invited him to America the last time you went back?"

"I told you, he's not free for the time being." Looking down at the ball in his hand, the boy's voice was muffled.Looking back, that person didn't seem to agree or refuse, did he want to come?

"That's it. I miss him quite a bit." Slightly disappointed, Lunzi said to himself while handling the ingredients in his hands: "That kid in Jingshi has a lot of things in his heart, and he's under a lot of pressure. "

Looking at his mother strangely, the boy still lowered his head and frowned slightly.

"Tsk, both of you mother and son miss that beautiful boy so much, so just call." Walking into the kitchen, listening to the conversation between the mother and son, Nanjiro picked his ears impatiently, and said to the boy, "Ryoma, come and call." .”

"No." Rejected firmly, the boy turned and walked out of the kitchen, curled up on the sofa and pressed the remote control boredly.

"Cut! What a disobedient and bad boy." Muttering dissatisfiedly, Nanjiro simply did it himself, walked to the boy's ball bag, bent down to find something in the messy ball bag.

Disobedient bad boy.That person once said that too.He still remembered that when the man said this, there was a smile in his eyes.

Wei Wei was a little dazed, so the boy didn't notice Nanjiro's movements.When he found out, Nanjiro had already made a call with the boy's cell phone, humming a complacent ditty.

"Hey! Smelly dad, what are you doing! It's still early in the morning in Japan!" He jumped up and wanted to grab the call back, but Nanjiro was faster than him, and quickly dodged in the corridor with one foot and small steps, every step was blocked. Dead son's footsteps.

"Ah, pretty boy, you haven't slept yet." Listening to the gentle voice that he is used to coming from the other end of the phone, Nanjiro winked at his son triumphantly, and said with a smile: "My wife and son miss you very much, come on Let's play America."

Standing where he was, the boy bit his lip and glared at Nanjiro without saying a word.He would never admit it, in fact, he also wanted to hear that person's voice.

"Oh? Is that so? This year seems to start earlier than usual." Hearing what Yukimura said over there, Nanjiro gradually restrained his smile, looked back at the boy who still had a small face, and walked towards the door. go outside.

When Nanjiro came back, he had hung up the phone and had an airmail in his hand.Throwing the phone and the envelope in front of the boy, he lazily said, "I have your letter, Ryoma."

Looking at his father suspiciously, the teenager picked up the envelope and opened it.What catches the eye is a string of clear Japanese: Invitation letter for U-17 camping.After quietly reading the contents of the invitation letter, the boy was silent for a moment, then got up and walked towards the bedroom.

"Hey, Ryoma." Calling his son, seeing his golden eyes filled with impatience, Nanjiro asked with a half-smile, "Do you want to go?"

"You don't need to worry about it." Although the words were very harsh, the boy quickly took out the suitcase and packed it.

What a dishonest kid.With his hands folded in front of his chest, Nanjiro leaned against the door and looked at the young boy's busy figure, frowning and asked, "ATP isn't playing anymore?"

Turning around, he gave Nanjiro an annoyed look, the boy paused for a moment, and said, "I will come back when there is a competition."

"Alright." Satisfied with the boy's answer, Nanjiro snorted and said, "It's rare that junior high school students will be invited to participate in this year's U-17, so go and have a look."

As if recalling something unpleasant from the past, Nanjiro rubbed his hair and let out a meaningless strange cry: "Ah! Really! I can't bear to look back! I can't bear to look back!" While walking quickly to the living room, he said to the boy: "You have If you have time to go, go see that dead old man Mifune."