No Two Killing Records

If you really want to investigate the aftermath of the car accident, it is heartbreaking.

The car braked in a timely manner and did not bring much impact. The impact of the investigation result was [-] times stronger than it, directly shattering all of Tezuka's fantasies.

The call in his ear was so real, even at this moment, it was hard for Tezuka to convince himself that he was hallucinating.But everything is based on facts, Tezuka has never been a fantasist, even if the reality is cruel, he always finds a way to accept it, pressing his stinging heart with one hand.

There are no competitions recently, so he specially asked for a long vacation, hoping to spend it slowly in his hometown of Japan.The above did not make things difficult for him, perhaps thanks to the fact that he just won the Wimbledon Champions Cup a few months ago.His parents were very happy with his holiday, and after thinking about it carefully, they really haven't done a good job of filial piety in the past ten years.The family was happy and happy, talking and laughing happily, and even the serious grandpa stretched his brows.However, some warmth could not be conveyed to his heart. Under his mother's worried inquiry, he could only cope with "go for a walk", and then fled in despair.

Strolling to Qingxue, the tidy teaching building remains the same. Although there are many traces of time, the warm feeling has become more intense.The gate of Qingxue was closed at night, and the surroundings were quiet. Tezuka stood at the gate for a while, giving up the idea of ​​going to the tennis court.The behavior of climbing over the wall is uncivilized, Tezuka thought so, and turned back.

The trees that were young ten years ago have long been uprooted, and their intertwined branches stick out of the low wall.The reddish autumn leaves swirled a few times under the night wind and fell quietly, wrapping together in the yellow halo around the figure.The person leaning against the wall under the street lamp looked at the leaf in his hand in a daze, turned his face slightly, was obviously startled, immediately straightened his head, straightened his clothes, walked a little, and disappeared across the street in front of Tezuka up.

Tezuka was stunned, before his brain could react, his body acted automatically.He hurried to catch up, turned a few turns, but didn't even catch a glimpse of anyone.After he calmed down, he was out of breath, a little annoyed that he had lost his mind.If it is justifiable to take fantasy as reality the first time, it is hopeless the second time.I have been too careless recently, my head is full of that figure, and I am hallucinating wherever I go.

Tezuka held his forehead, forcing himself to clear the distracting thoughts in his head, and the heart that jumped to the bottom of his throat also sank to the bottom.He turned around and was about to turn back, but he was hit in the chest by a person who jumped out suddenly at the corner, and his bones hurt raw.

"I'm sorry." With a slight apology, the man walked away, and Tezuka grabbed the man's wrist reflexively, and the thick night couldn't melt away, but the phrase "Fuji" just blurted out.At the same time, Tezuka's mind instantly cleared.

"I'm sorry, I admitted the wrong person."

Forget it, Fuji is dead.

It is really impulsive to drag someone outside Qingxue and think it is the only one.

The street lamp above his head flickered suddenly, but fell asleep again.Tezuka immediately let go of his hand, the figure from his back seemed a little dazed in the flash of light, and even stagnated there.

"It's okay." The passer-by responded understandingly, and prepared to leave without looking back.The street lamp above the head flickered and flickered a few times before fully lighting up, illuminating the surroundings transparently, and obliquely elongating the shadows of passers-by.

Another moment of trance.

It seemed that the calmness of whispering before was just an illusion.

"Fuer." He called again, seeming to see that figure turned around, and responded with a smile: "Hey, Tezuka, long time no see."

But the back figure just paused, and went away as usual, disappearing into the darkness in the distance.

Fantasy can never become reality.His rigor and rationality locked him tightly in the cage of reality, and he even envied Echizen for being able to do well in the world he built.Shaking has far exceeded the tolerance range.

Tezuka was about to turn around and go home, he needed to calm down, he was at a loss when he went beyond reason again and again.He needs to be calm.

The darkness in the distance suddenly trembled, and there was another series of squeaks. After frantically beating, the darkness flickered back, and the soft light of the street lamp tilted down, casting a halo on the ground. In the center of the halo was a An angel with a quiet smile.

There is a small black area between the two circles of light. Tezuka looked towards the other side in this circle of light. The flowing orange slid across the soft lines of the angel. He captured the tears on the angel's cheeks and the crystals in the corners of his eyes.

"No Two." Crossing the black section and stepping into another circle of light, Tezuka hugged the angel who descended from the sky tightly, inhaled deeply the familiar smell on his body, and heard the soft voice whispering in his ear: " Hey, Tezuka, long time no see."

The warm morning sun poured on his face, covering his face with a layer of golden light. Tezuka slowly opened his eyes and put on his glasses.Everything around me was the same, and the morning of this day was no different from usual.This made him doubt the authenticity of last night, it was like a real and warm dream.

He stroked Buer's soft chestnut hair, smelled the familiar fragrance of Buer's body, and really felt that thin body in his arms.Listen to the soft voice in the ear saying, Tezuka, you are strangling me to death.

It was as beautiful as a dream, unbelievable, he tried to calmly confirm, no two, are you real?

With a chuckle, no two times, what do you hope?

I wish you were here, blurted out without hesitation.

You want me to be here.Fuji's voice was so real, with a slight sigh intermingled.

If the above is all a dream, that's enough.

Tezuka took out his mobile phone, flipped through the address book, dialed it, and when he was about to lose patience amidst the continuous beeping, he finally got through.

"Hello." The lazy voice was full of sleepiness.

"..."

"Tezuka, you called early in the morning but didn't speak...then I'll hang up." There seemed to be a little sullen, there was obviously the rustling of the bedding, and then there was silence again, as if the person concerned was about to fall asleep again.

"No two."

"Hmm." It felt like the other party had responded unconsciously.But unprecedented peace of mind instantly filled Tezuka's heart, and he was a little reluctant to hang up the phone.

No, it's on the other end of the phone.

No two, sleeping.

Yes, still alive.

"Good morning, Buer."

What responded to him was a series of steady breathing, and he hung up the phone with a smile.

While feeling relieved, another question suddenly arose.

He has almost touched the cocoon wrapped in layers of filaments.

What is hidden there?

to be continued