Fool's Love

In the dimly lit theatre, the sound of a murmur sounded after a while.

—So I really like Masumi.

I suddenly realized this.This is a bit like the relationship between quantitative change and qualitative change. If I just paid special attention to Masumi before, now it’s time to make a final decision.

A conversation like this seems to be going on in my head: "Doctor! I feel like I've paid more attention to one person than others lately!"

"Well, you must want to be friends with him."

"But I couldn't resist secretly painting him."

"It happens with friends too."

"But I can't help being happy just because he's in the same club as me."

"Is it a friend?"

"But when I helped him revise his paintings, I would giggle every time I saw something strange drawn by him."

"That's normal. Uh, but all the signs add up..."

"But when I hear that he is equally good to everyone, I force myself to ignore him."

"He asked me out to climb the mountain, and I encountered a small accident on the way, but I didn't want him to know. When I went up to the viewing point, I bumped into him suddenly, and my heart couldn't stop beating."

"You must have love disease."

That's it.As to what acted as the decisive factor in that final decision - this kind of question is irrelevant.

Maybe it's because of my own "secret love theory", or because Masumi reminds me of the moon, or there is no so-called "decisive factor", maybe it's just that the thoughts have accumulated to a certain extent.

We went down the mountain together, and then, I lied that I was going along the way, pushed the car and walked with Masumi for a while, and sent him to the station before going home.

My knee started to hurt again.Sure enough, it is difficult to go up and down the mountain with trauma and pretend to be fine.

I sat on a bench at the station, raised my head and took a few deep breaths.I sat there to rest for about 15 minutes, and then I slowly pushed the bicycle back.When we got home, it was already dark.

That night, I had a dream that I was rude to Masumi.

I dreamed that there was a bathhouse behind the school.After school, Masumi and I went to take a bath together. We sat in the large square bath, Masumi put a towel on top of his head, his face flushed.

"I'm so tired recently, is there any way to relax?"

"I heard that pressing the acupuncture points on the soles of the feet can dredge the meridians and activate blood circulation. I will massage the soles of the feet. Do you want to try it, Masumi?"

"Okay!"

Masumi showed a look of interest.He lifted his left foot out of the water and onto my lap.

The soles of his feet are also flushed, with wrinkles caused by long-term soaking in water, but there are no calluses or wounds, and the skin is very young.

I didn't dare to be negligent, and prepared to press the above acupuncture points honestly.But he seems very ticklish, as soon as I touched the soles of Masumi's feet, he burst out laughing "hahaha".

I was infected by his voice. When he smiled, I couldn't help laughing, and the surroundings darkened when he smiled.I saw the ceiling of my room and the dream ended here.

It was okay when I was dreaming, but when I gradually regained my consciousness, the cold sweat on my head became more and more profuse, and finally I felt a little bit ashamed, and it took a while to calm down again.

-

My life was back to its usual pace.The experience of hiking with Masumi effectively relieved my anxiety during that time.

I was able to draw quickly again, and in the first few days, I could even complete a three-page manuscript a day.

"Masumi, do you like manga?"

I remembered that the performance of Salmon on the Wharf was about to start, and I asked Masumi while I was drawing during my club work time that week.

"Mancai? Of course I like it. I'm a native of Kansai."

He replied in a standard language that didn't have any Kansai accent, and even had a bit of the green feeling that native English speakers learn Japanese, which sounded very funny.

I knew he was pretending to be stupid, so I asked him on purpose: "Oh? Then where do you live in Kansai?"

"Vienna City, Osaka Prefecture."

He doesn't seem to hide his alien side at all.He seemed many times more relaxed than usual when talking to me.

"Forget it, let's stop pretending to be stupid for no reason. The mangashi I like will hold a special performance at a nearby theater recently. Do you want to go with Masumi?"

"I'm going. Which manga group is it?"

"Wharf Salmon."

"Ah, I know them. Is it a combination of the bald man Esatoguchi and the glasses-less man Wada?"

"Yes, those two people."

Masumi is telling the truth, and occasionally people feel that his mouth is unexpectedly poisonous.Kansai people?Kansai means Kyoto, right?When it comes to natural black, it's Kyoto.

"Their comics are very interesting. Speaking of which, I haven't gone to the theater to watch comics for a while. I miss them so much."

"Then let's go together."

"What time is it?"

"Next Friday afternoon."

"I happen to have time."

I booked tickets online that night.Fortunately, they are not a very well-known combination, and the tickets sell out slowly, so there is no need to grab tickets on time.Then just wait for the show to start.

On the agreed day, after school, and there is still some time before the performance starts, I will go home first.

Before going out, I changed into loose casual clothes, considering that wearing a school uniform to read comics would lack a bit of atmosphere;

Five minutes before the opening, Masumi trotted over from a distance.He is still wearing a school uniform, which is not suitable for running. When he runs, his whole body seems to be tense.

Especially wearing a pair of student-style leather shoes on his feet, and carrying a schoolbag on his back.I guess he has an extra-curricular cram school, so he probably came right after class.

"Long waiting! Let's go in together!"

He put his arms around my neck, and climbed me into the theater with the affection of a friend.

We went in and found a place to sit down. In the dimly lit theatre, the sound of a clap sounded after a while.

The Out of the Wharf Salmon is a rock song of the last century.The two joined the music, clapped their hands, and walked from both sides of the stage to the center of the stage where the lights gathered.

There was a stick of Sanba Limai sticking out there.The tall man Wada, who was in charge of making complaints, naturally raised Sanbamai a little higher.

"Hello everyone!"

"I'm Hetian!"

"I'm Marie Antoinette!"

"We're Pier Salmon/Marie Antoinette!"

"Advice please/It's Nate!"

It's a taste of silliness right out of the gate, which is the hallmark of the wharf salmon combo.

Afterwards, the two began a fast-paced situational conversation.Jiang Likou plays the strange uncle who is off-line and loses his mind after drinking, while Wada is the junior responsible for cleaning up the mess and laughing at him.

The two have been partners for 12 years, and they have a perfect understanding. The timing of the complaints is just right, and I can always be accurately amused.

Turning his head to look at Masumi, he also laughed so hard that he leaned forward and back together.This is the usual way he would never show it.