Thousand Tree Sakura

seventeen.

After Tezuka and Echizen left, U17 gradually lost its meaning.

Everyone no longer had the original atmosphere, and were all immersed in this decadent sadness.Of course, the most obvious one is non-duality.As said before, Tezuka left, and their world began to disintegrate inch by inch.God is like a naughty child, knocking down these dominoes one by one.First Tezuka, then Echizen, and then Fuji Shusuke.

"Pa", "pa", "pa", the dancing children moved faster and faster, and the scythe of death was getting closer and closer to their heads.

Then, Fuji also left U17 and cut off contact with everyone, just like Tezuka and Echizen, he went completely.The others suddenly felt helpless.This stage is dazzling, who would have thought that there would be such a deep wound behind this glory?

Then, they all went away.

The vast expanse of white land is so clean.

Fuji found out all the photos from the time he met Echizen, looked at them one by one, and recalled them section by section.The photos spread out on the ground, piece by piece, like a carpet covering the unique mind.

Echizen in the photos is either smiling, frowning, focused, or lazy, but none of them are sad.The funny thing is, the scene that impressed him the most was the expression that was useless and could never be recorded in photos—the expression of suppressing sadness, the heartbreaking eyes.

Looking back on the bits and pieces over the years, it seems that it has always been good and peaceful.Maybe it's because it's too peaceful, so it fades to nothing left in the end.

Bu Er lay sideways on the photos all over the floor, the cold touch of the floor soaked into the bone marrow.A world without blood is so cold.

Fuji started to twitch.He bit the back of his hand, trying to suppress all the emotions and pain that surged up like a flood, and stretched out his hand to reach the mask that he had worn for many years, and pressed his cheek.

Finally failed to do it.He took a deep breath, and then, sharply, inhumanly, wailed.

The person who once promised not to be separated suddenly left, disappeared, and became a stranger.

If you think that Fuji will sink negatively and keep sinking, then you are wrong.

After a while, Fuji began to be troubled by one thing: he couldn't remember Echizen's appearance.He could think of the feeling of his soft hair rubbing against his face, the gold in his amber eyes, the curve of his mouth, the outline of his side face, and his slender back.But he couldn't put these parts together into a clear face, no matter how hard he tried, his face was still blurry.

Are you going to forget him so soon?

The saddest thing is not that you cannot extricate yourself from the pain, but that after the pain, everything returns to the original track and moves on. Everything that was once unforgettable is rapidly deteriorating, losing, and becoming a farther and farther past. .

Life goes on and it looks like nothing ever happened.

Fuji began to sit in front of the classroom window in a daze as usual, watching the students below laughing and talking.He began to spend a certain amount of time every day taking care of his cactus and vines as usual, and listened to music with his earphones plugged in as usual, but the songs he liked changed from those sweet love songs to lazy ones like "Doctor Blind" and "Girl with oneeye" Songs that are as intoxicating as poison.The books he read are also changing. He put down the "Little Prince" he once loved and the fairy tales, and began to taste works such as "Lolita", seeking an alternative comfort in the dark side of the work, and at the same time Look for the faint light in the darkness.

Naturally, he became more and more indifferent to love and love.

There are still some changes.We call it growth.And growing up is another very gentle and cruel farewell.People will give up some, forget some, block some because of growth, and then mature and indifferent, and see the world more clearly and more realistically.

No wonder someone once said that the most romantic person is a child.Only children will believe that the world is beautiful and there are fairy tales.Once you grow up, the sky will suddenly darken, and your vision will suddenly become clear.

Buer has never really forgotten, he holds all the past tightly in his palm.Sweet memories seem so hurtful now, like thin knives leaving dense gullies in the palm of your hand.He could only loosen his fists, wipe away the blood, puckered his lips and gently blew through the wounds.Immediately, hold tight again.

And so on and on.

The rain in Texas is still like this, lingering, lingering, and haunting.

Echizen's computer desktop is still a group photo taken when Oishi organized a mountaineering trip, and Fuer bent down beside him so that his gaze was level with his own.

He missed him so much, missed them all.He, the senior, must have returned to his original life now and slowly adjusted.He knows him well.

He left the house and went to the library at the University of Houston, where he sat and listened to the tinkling of the rain.Drowsiness hit him in the afternoon, he put his head on his arm and fell asleep, and suddenly remembered the appearance of himself sitting in Qingxue library in Fuji's photo album, how similar the current situation is to that time.It's just that the weather is not sunny, but no one is watching him secretly anymore.

I remembered that person again.Thinking about it made my internal organs ache.

Picking up the Fanta at hand and taking a sip, I was surprised that there was no wasabi flavor in it.

Echizen doesn't like wasabi.But he likes the guy who puts mustard in his food.

After pressing his temples, the drowsiness has subsided.He reopened the book to read.

It was a plant illustrated book, and that page showed cacti.

Echizen doesn't like cacti.But he likes the one who likes cacti.

What a fool.It was only at this time that I realized that I actually liked that boy with chestnut hair and gentle smile so much.

It's too late, isn't it?

Echizen Ryuya turned over from Ryoma's bed, changed his clothes, and combed his hair neatly.He opened the drawer, took out the photo album in his brother's drawer, and packed it in a box.

He put his bag on his back, went to Echizen Nanjiro's room, and said to the old man who was reading beauty magazines with his feet up, "I'm going back to Japan too."

That kid over there, it's almost over.Now in the past, the time is just right.

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