Amethyst Fascination

This chapter is a pure sweet article, purely to satisfy my regret that I cannot see the wisteria garden with my own eyes.

In May, it is the flowering period of wisteria, and the Hanoi Fuji Garden has been transformed into a fragrant purple ocean by the blooming wisteria.

Wandering alone under the promenade surrounded by wisterias of various colors, Yukimura had a slight smile in his eyes, looking fascinatedly at the hanging flower spikes.

Once you visit this place, you will never forget it.I once planned to come again, but was delayed by such and such things after all.Therefore, he is very grateful to that taciturn but caring child, who made him finally make up his mind to spare time to appreciate this dreamlike beauty again.

It's just that traveling alone is really lonely.During the several hours' journey from Kanagawa to Kitakyushu, he had been looking forward to the child's appearance, but in the end, he was still alone.

I really miss him.It has been more than two months since we parted, and this longing is so strong that it almost swallows him.Especially when touching all the people and things related to him, his face will always appear like a shadow.

Ryoma, my dear child, I am thinking of you, how about you?

Painful melancholy floated in the amethyst-like eyes, and the eyes lingered on the waterfall-like wisteria, but inadvertently saw a small figure.Trembling fingers lightly covered his chest, feeling the violent beating that seemed to jump out of his chest, Yukimura slightly widened his eyes.

Dark green hair, delicate profile, and the Fanta jar in his hand, is it the child he misses or who?

Unable to maintain the usual leisure and ease, Yukimura's eyes locked on the figure that affected all his thoughts, as if afraid that the child would disappear, he ran towards him quickly.

"Ryoma." Standing in front of the boy, looking at the golden cat's eyes smiling triumphantly at him, Yukimura's breathing was a little short.Stretch out your hand, and move your fingertips over the delicate face, proud eyebrows, straight nose, and slightly curved lips.In the end, as if he had finally confirmed that this was not a dream, he hugged the boy tightly and said in a hoarse voice, "You are finally here."

"Do you like it?" Leaning on Yukimura's chest, listening to his violent heartbeat, the boy showed rare suppleness, looking at the clear purple eyes with the corners of his eyes raised slightly.

The corners of his lips were raised slightly, staring tenderly at the boy's bright eyes, Yukimura asked softly, "Did Ryoma mean himself, or Fujien?"

"Tch, you are still far behind, Senior Yukimura." The little face flushed slightly, and the boy glared at his purple eyes with a smile as soft as water, turned his head and squinted at the colorful sea of ​​flowers, and said in a low voice : "It's beautiful."

Slender fingers stroked the dark green hair lightly, Yukimura leaned close to the boy's ear, kissed the amethyst earring lightly, and whispered softly: "Without you, no matter how beautiful the scenery is, it is just a scenery. Fortunately, you are here."

Heartstrings moved, and he hugged the boy and quickly hid in the corner hidden by the sea of ​​wisteria flowers. Yukimura couldn't help kissing his soft lips.The gentle rubbing gradually turned into fine nibbling, until the boy slightly parted his lips to let out a thin gasp, and he stuck out the tip of his tongue to hook the bewildered little tongue, entangled wantonly.

This kiss lasted for a long time, until the heat of each other's bodies could not be contained, Yukimura reluctantly let go.The forehead lightly touched the boy's forehead, the amethyst-like eyes looked straight into the depths of the shy golden eyes with gentle love, and the soft voice was obviously hoarse: "What should I do, I still want to kiss you."

The small body trembled slightly, because of the strange heat in the lower abdomen.Somewhat at a loss, he wrapped his arms around Yukimura's waist, and the boy buried his face deeply in his chest like an ostrich.

A low moan overflowed his throat, Yukimura stepped back a little bit with a wry smile, looked down at those innocent eyes, and sighed softly: "Grow up quickly, little guy."

You are still so young, facing you, I feel guilty even thinking about some thoughts for a moment.But I really want to hug you and make you completely mine.

Seeing forbearance from those amethyst-like eyes, the young man seemed to understand something, moved a little uneasy, and said softly: "Let's go, take me to see what you want to see."

Putting the young man's little hand in his palm, Yukimura smiled and kissed the rosy lips that were slightly swollen by himself, and said with a light smile, "Okay, it's rare that Ryoma comes to accompany me, so let's go on a trip together."

Covering his itchy lips, the boy blushed and turned his head away, muttering softly, "I'm going to France in a few days."

Slightly stunned, a trace of unspeakable melancholy floated into his eyes, Yukimura suppressed his sadness, and forced a smile. "A few days is enough, and I only asked for a few days off."

Following Yukimura's side, looking at the picturesque scenery around him a little absent-mindedly, the young man secretly raised his eyes and looked at the face that always had a slight smile.Pursing his lips, finally when he reached the end of the wisteria corridor, he plucked up his courage and said, "I miss you."

Walking slightly stagnant, looking down at those uncomfortable eyes, Yukimura nodded with a slight smile: "Me too." He took the boy's hand and sat down on the bamboo chair beside him, ignoring the surprised eyes of others and hugged the boy into his arms In the middle, with a little anxiety, he took the initiative to confess: "Longma, I have become the minister of Lihai University again."

Throwing Yukimura a look of "I knew it would be like this", the boy hummed softly with a trace of displeasure in his voice, "Just don't be too tired."

"Understood, little guy." With a relieved smile on his lips, Yukimura tightened his arms and said softly: "I promised you, I want to play tennis happily."

Cursing his lips in satisfaction, the boy stood up, stretched out his hands to pinch Yukimura's face, and snorted proudly: "Li Haida's three-in-a-row has no dead ends, Mr. Yukimura."

Knowing that the child was encouraging himself in an awkward way, Yukimura smiled and rolled his eyes.Gently covering the little hand on his cheek with his palm, he said softly: "You also have to have no dead ends, little guy. The clay court of the French Open is the most physical test of the players. Do you have confidence?"

"It's still far away!" With a confident smile in the beautiful cat's eyes, the boy played with the golden opal on Yukimura's earlobe and hummed triumphantly: "Even if I ran from Lihai to Qingxue, I would go back and forth one by one." no problem."

Putting the boy's charming smile into his eyes, Yukimura raised the corner of his lips in a doting arc, gently held his hand, and said with a slight smile, "Then, when you come back, go on a school trip with me."