Thousand Tree Sakura

eighteen.

When the injury reaches a certain level, you learn to be strong and to be grateful.

When you have learned these things, when you look back and look at those people and things in the past, you will feel completely different.

This is how you feel right now.

It seems that it has really risen to a level, making resentment a cheesy thing.The broken self began to restore its original integrity.

Bu Er was lying on the bed, and to others, he seemed to be dead, but he himself felt the power of life again.

"Echizen." From a distance, he saw Tezuka standing at the hospital entrance.

The ministers haven't changed a bit over the years, they're still the same, they haven't even aged much—and, of course, they're not very old now.It is also possible that Kawamura's father's statement was verified. The minister was already mature, but he will not look old in the future.

Really, why do you still think about something that is not marginal.

Go forward and walk up quickly.

"Minister." Echizen lowered his head, embarrassed.

Tezuka hugged him tightly, and the bones of the two collided violently, which was really painful.It seems that Kikumaru-senpai's joke was well-founded.

"Come in, he must be waiting for you."

"Senior Fuji...how is it?"

"It's much better than before. The doctor said that he regained his sense of survival and he is trying to wake up."

Echizen could hear the subtext of these words: Fuji in front of the god of death is still working hard, so he has no reason to slack off and give up.

Echizen walked into the hospital with his hands in his trouser pockets, still looking dragging.

"He's at 304 on the third floor."

Echizen raised his hand and made an OK gesture, which counted as an answer.

Tezuka watched him getting closer and closer to Fuji, and felt that the long wait had finally come to an end.

Echizen walked into the ward, and Fuji Yuta was dozing off inside.The chair beside him was empty, presumably his sister had left for the time being.Echizen didn't disturb Fuji Yuta, he sat down quietly on the empty chair and looked at that person's face.

It's amazing, like the minister, he hasn't changed at all, it's exactly what he remembers.Now he was pale and cold, lifeless.The rhythm of his chest rising and falling was steady and slow, and one hand was dripping, and the cool liquid flowed into his warm body bit by bit.

Echizen's last bit of strength was also disappearing, and he reached out to hold Fuji's hand that was not on the IV.

You became like this because of me, and now I'm here, but you don't know it.

I am here, where are you?

"Senior, you are still far behind."

No two is audible.

When he heard this familiar sentence again after many years, he couldn't help but shed tears again.

Do you know how much I miss you?Never, never stopped this miss.

It's ridiculous, seeing each other again, it turned out to be such a scene.Can't talk, can't move, can't touch his cheek, can't hug him.

Bu Er cannot be heard very clearly, just like listening to water birds singing on the sea below the sea level, you can hear it faintly.He tried his best to control his body to hover there, not to sink, and then he wanted to listen again, and listen again.

"You're finally here." Fuji Yuta said sleepily.

"Um. Sorry."

"That glasses minister of yours notified you?"

"Not really. I said I sensed it, do you believe it?"

"I don't believe it!" Fuji Yuta puffed up his cheeks.

Echizen stopped talking to him.He ran his index finger along the violet veins on his second hand.The surface temperature of the vein is slightly higher than other places, which is the temperature of blood, warm, even scalding.

He wanted to transmit what he wanted to say into Budu's heart through his fingers, through the flow of blood——

Senior, I am here.Master Fuji, I'm sorry.Senior, I miss you so much.Fuji-senpai, please, open your eyes, please?

Fuji recalled that on the first day of school, he saw a petite boy on campus with dark green hair fluttering in the wind.He was carrying a big tennis bag, holding a can of Fanta in one hand, and adjusting the brim of his hat from time to time with the other.The thin body is tall and straight, and the profile of the profile is really beautiful in the changing light and shadow under the tree.

Bu Er saw that the young man was already approaching him, right next to him.

"Excuse me, how do I get to the tennis club?" The young boy's voice was immature and cold.Buer looked at his amber eyes, against the backdrop of his eyes, there were thin gold threads like the axles of a wheel, so delicate.

"It just so happens that I'm going too, so follow me." Fuji's smile became more gentle.The child raised his chin and looked at him for a moment, seeming a little wary.The eyes are clear and the sun is clear.After a while, he pressed the brim of his hat and said in a low voice, "Thank you."

Fuji couldn't help reaching out to take off his hat, a look of surprise flashed on the child's face.Fuji gently stroked his soft black hair, and took off the petals that fell between his hair.The child pursed his lips and stared at him with big eyes.Buer still laughed and said nothing more.The child lowered his head and raised his hand to press the brim of the hat, but he didn't want to feel empty, so he could only touch his nose in embarrassment.

Bu Er burst out laughing with a "puchi".The little boy raised his head and cast a puzzled look.A gust of wind blew by, the leaves made a pleasant "rustling" sound, and the petals of the cherry blossoms fluttered all over the sky, rubbing against Buer's forehead and the boy's cheeks.

It's so beautiful.

Fuji recalled one day when he and Echizen were taking an afternoon nap under the cherry blossom tree, the wind put a small flower on Fuji's hair. Take it off, smiled, stretched out his little hand and said: "Senior, look, it's a flower."

"Senior Fuji, the cherry blossoms are blooming again, get up quickly, let's go and see together."

"Senior Bu Er, I have been taking pictures of the beautiful scenery of America for you. I have taken a lot of pictures. I seem to show you."

"Senior Buer, I don't plan to go back to the United States anymore. I don't want to live with the smelly old man. When you are well, can I live at your house?"

"Senior..."

Fuji Yuta listened, his eyes gradually became moist.I have read so many books and newspapers, but I have not revealed my true feelings.But the slender young man in front of him poured out all the love in his life.

I really can't see that this brat is so gentle and romantic.

With him here, my brother will be fine.Brother, he must be able to hear it.

We pray together.

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