Thousand Tree Sakura

Thirteen.

Yumiko and Yuta came to Fuji Shusuke's apartment.Yuta saw Tezuka and Atobe from a distance.he ran over.

The fist was blocked by Atobe before it hit Tezuka's face, Yuta put down his hand angrily, and tremblingly said: "Why can't you stay away from my brother and Echizen? Why don't you let them go?" "Enough!" Atobe Showing rare anger, "You don't know anything, you don't know anything! No one knows who the culprit is now. Why do you think it's our fault?"

Fuji Yuta suddenly lost the air he had just now, and he became confused.

Yumiko pulled Yuta's sleeve and pointed to the room where Fujisuke was. Yuta raised his head and looked up. There was a yellow light in Zhousuke's house.

"Which of you has been up there?" The other three shook their heads together.

When Yumiko took out the key to open the door, Yuta took a deep breath and pushed the door open.

"Is this okay?" "Zhou Zhu won't mind. It's my fault that I didn't bring enough money when I came out. I can't stay in the hotel tonight. Zhou Zhu also wants us to live here, right?"

A cat suddenly jumped out of the house and ran away as if flying.

Yuta shrugged and talked about masturbating.He didn't know that his brother had cats.

They walked into Fuji Shusuke's room, which was very clean.There was a large mug on the coffee table, which contained an unfinished half cup of coffee.There were a few strands of sorrel hair on the pillow.On the bed was a towel blanket, rolled together with two Qingxue team uniforms.This is the only mess in this room.

Yumiko walked over to pick up the two team jerseys, one was size M and the other was size S, a little wrinkled from being rolled together.Yumiko recognized that the one in size M belonged to Zhou Zhu. The cuffs were scratched, and she helped to mend them.

The other one has a very light milky fragrance, which is the warm smell of a child. It is very special and pleasant to smell.

Clutching the two pieces of clothing, Yumiko's tears finally couldn't help falling down.

At the same time, Yuta stood under the stairs, looking at the dim yellow light upstairs, hesitantly dared to go up.

He knew that neither he nor Yumiko would go up.

It felt like I was watching a movie.Memories of the past play out scene by scene.I remember someone said that when a person dies, the memories of his life will flash before his eyes.

Is he dying?

But I don't want to die.At that time, he still believed that death was the best relief.

Too naive, too hasty.Only now did he realize how many wishes he had left unfulfilled.

For some reason, he could feel light, hope, and inexplicable relief.He couldn't explain where this relief came from.But he knew that he couldn't just die like this.

Graduation season is always like this, it comes and goes in a hurry.The figures who once walked side by side are gradually drifting away. At this time, everyone will ask themselves: where should I go?

Fuji turned on the computer to check emails, and he saw a photo sent by Echizen——

That is the starry sky he photographed, the sky is full of stars, so clear.There is a sentence attached below:

Isee starlight whenever you are mile.

When you smile, I see the twinkling stars.

It turned out that the proud boy would be so romantic.Bu Er smiled.He understood what he meant: after graduation, when you miss each other, you just need to look up at the sky, and it will be fine.The person you miss will always be under the same sky as you, forever.

Echizen opened his eyes.The wet feel of the pillowcase made him uncomfortable.He raised his hand and wiped his face, this was the first time he wiped away tears.He was surprised that he had so many tears.He didn't like to cry since he was a child, not even when he was born.He once thought that crying was a sign of weakness and incompetence, which could not solve any problems.

But now he understands that crying is uncontrollable, just like being sad, it is an indescribable pain.

If I have to describe it, it feels like someone took a knife and cut it from his heart down to the third rib, and then separated the muscles and bones back and forth.The wound healed quickly, leaving only a lingering dull pain.One after another.

He rolled over and got out of bed, put on a white shirt, and took a sip of the glass of water on the bedside table.

When he walked into the bathroom, he was on the point of screaming—

Fuji Yuta was frothy, holding a toothbrush and staring blankly at him.

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