[Comprehensive] peach blossom period

Atobe was full of anger as if he had taken medicine, and before Kasumi could explain his matter carefully, he was dragged away by Atobe. Midorima's first reaction was to stop Atobe, but was dissuaded by Shinozu who came later. Watching Kasumi Fengzao being mercilessly taken away by Atobe.

She was dragged staggeringly, almost fell to the ground, and the fire came up, and she broke free while Abu was pressing the elevator, Atobu frowned, and said angrily, "Come back with me."

"Why!" Kasumi's foot was sprained again, she stepped back subconsciously, and accidentally bumped into a wall on one side before taking a few steps. His shoulders were cold to the touch.

Her coat was still in his hands, and the blood stains on the light-colored coat looked dirty. Atobu snorted in disgust and threw the coat directly into the trash can.

Subconsciously, Kasumi wanted to reach out to pick it up, but was taken into the elevator by Atobe in disgust.

There was no one in the elevator room, she was standing close to the innermost part, in the small space, Atobu was hugging her shoulders, she didn't say a word, her eyes stayed on her face.

His gaze is still fierce, and it has been like this since junior high school. In the past, the two of them could chat calmly, and Atobe's eyes were also mixed with a three-pointed tenderness, but now he can always smell a little bit of it. Dangerous taste.

After getting out of the car, Atobe threw her into the bedroom next to the study.

This room is the quietest. Ever since Kasumi became a screenwriter, even the biological clock of sleeping is different from that of ordinary people. She has high requirements for sleep. As long as there is light, she will never be able to sleep. Atobe simply asked someone to set up a special room. The curtains are light, with complex and gorgeous patterns printed on sandy gold. The material is very thick, and the length hangs down to the floor. The bed is also soft and soft, and it collapses as soon as you put it on.

Kasumi Kazezao was in a complicated mood, she opened the bedside table, and inside was her favorite necklace, a limited edition that had been on sale for less than a week, and was also bought back by Atobe.

She pushed open the door connecting the bedroom and the study, and saw Atobe sitting inside, concentrating on it, as if only the few pieces of paper in front of him had the greatest significance in the world.

Atobe watched intently, Kasumi thought for a while, then closed the door and came back.

In fact, it has been less than half a month since I left this familiar room, but I always feel that everything about me has actually changed.

in fact……

Atobe Keigo cannot be called her first love completely.

For Keigo Atobe in junior high school, the first impression was that he was a very difficult guy to deal with.

Arrogant and arrogant, but he still has the capital that allows him to act recklessly. He has a good background, good luck, and his own conditions are not to mention. He knows how to work hard and firmly occupies the position of the ice emperor. In the comics, the life of the main character is opened.

At that time, Kazawa Kazami was still a guy who liked to shrunk her uniform skirt schemingly, and liked to provoke others intentionally or unintentionally when speaking. According to the normal development of life, she and Atobe should have no intersection at all.

The reason is that he made a bet with a former friend, young and arrogant, and used catching up with Atobe as a bet to implement a scheming pursuit plan.

The ending was smooth, Kasumi Kasumi and Keigo Atobe started dating in the second year of junior high school, almost all the memories of junior high school are Atobe.

Atobe said he wanted to do this, and he said he wanted to do that. The tone of the leader in his bones made it difficult for her to like it. Atobe's pride and self-confidence made him confident that everything he did was correct.

None of them wanted to exchange their thoughts with each other, so until the year they graduated from junior high school——

Kasumi secretly reported to the high school in Kanagawa without telling anyone, and went through all the procedures by herself. On the day of graduation, she said goodbye to Atobe.

—Yes, I will never come back.

She was determined to go her own way and so willful. Looking back now, she was the one who was sorry for Atobe, and she was the one who delayed Atobe.

Whether you like it or not, there must always be a legitimate reason for holding someone's hand.

She walked to the bedroom near the window, curled up between the sofa and the coffee table, turned on the TV, and there was this season's TV series on the screen. Under the noisy background sound, Kasumi took out the usual TV from under the coffee table toilet paper.

In the past, she was used to writing and drawing on her stomach here, and she was reprimanded by the Atobu, but the next day the Atobu found someone to put a fluffy wool carpet here.

The shaggy wool rug made her legs itch, and she wrote Atobe's name on the opening of the paper, writing only one sentence.

--sorry.

Then I wrote a lot, about the words I always wanted to say but never said. When a piece of off-white paper was filled with her handwriting, Xiangcheng looked at the pale and powerless words, raised her hands and rolled them into paper balls. Throw it in the trash and look at the brand new piece of paper underneath.

She wrote with a little force, and most of the handwriting just now left blurred marks on the new paper.

Kasumi Kazezao stubbornly wrote Atobe's name at the front again, and the first sentence was still the same 'sorry' that she was late for a long time but wanted to say to Atobe very much.

"Hello." Atobe approached her unknowingly, sat on the sofa behind her, stared at her for a while, and then circled her from behind.

The two were very close, less than five centimeters away, was Atobe's profile, Kasumi could only vaguely glimpse Atobe's figure through the TV in front of him, his back was covered with a layer of tenderness by the orange light from the floor-to-ceiling windows. luster.

Atobe frowned and took the piece of paper out of her hand, and after looking at it for less than half a second, he snatched her pen as well.

He wrote another sentence below Kasumi's すみません (I'm sorry):

——かまいません (it doesn't matter)

Then Atobe raised the corner of his mouth indifferently, and whispered her name softly in her ear, his usual gorgeous and uplifting voice was a little low and hoarse at the moment, Kasumi knew that when Atobe was tired his voice would become like this...

"Huh?... Kasumi..."

Atobe's breathing has already touched her skin, cheeks, neck, and her fingertips pushed her hair that fell on her shoulders to the front, teasing a little, "Let's keep your hair."

After saying this unilateral command, Atobe kissed her ear.

Sucking lightly along the back of the ear with the tip of his tongue, he raised Kasumi's hand, then hugged her, tightened his arms slightly, and Atobe rested his head on her back, and made no other movements for a long time.

Her eyes drifted for a long time, and finally the sound of breathing from her shoulder told her that Atobe was probably asleep.

The next day she had a rare good rest, not on a table in a fast food restaurant, not in a utility room of a TV station, but in bed.

The phone rang, and she groped for a long time, and took out the phone she had forgotten long ago. The mailbox of the mail had already been filled up, and the missed calls were also bright and dazzling.

"Are you awake?" Atobu was on the phone and hadn't seen anyone since he got up in the morning. His voice was slightly tired and sleepy, but he was still calm. "My uncle has returned to London, that's all."

"—Hello?" Before Kasumi could react, her eyelids were even a little dry, Atobe had already hung up the phone decisively.

The world seems to have returned to its original state again. Shakespeare said that cowards have died many times before they die; brave men only die once in their lives.

Among all the strange things, people's greed for life and fear of death is the strangest thing. Kasumi Kazezao resisted and struggled for a long time, and finally the world is still reincarnated and returned to the way it used to be.

Shakespeare himself was very afraid of death, Kasumi Kazawa thought.

The so-called non-stop writing is mostly due to the inability to see through.

But it is not quite right to say that what is feared is death itself.

To be precise, the fear is some kind of unknown fear.

She groped to open the curtains, it was already bright outside, her eyesight was blurred for a while without focus, she stepped on the floor with bare feet, some documents of the Adobe company that were still piled up in the study disappeared, and the other bedroom seemed to be deserted existed.

Probably, there are still some things that have been changed unconsciously.

The floor-to-ceiling windows are filled with daylight, slanting across the room.

These rays of light seem to be full of life, and this state is pleasing.

"Yes, guest, this is your breakfast!"

"Coming soon!"

"Thank you for your patronage. Would you like to try our chocolate conch corner? Today's discount is only 200 yuan!"

In the breakfast room near Kasumi's house, there were responses from the clerks one after another. Kasumi ordered two breakfasts, then squeezed out from the crowd, and understood a little how difficult it is for Takao to buy breakfast for herself every morning.

She drove to Akashi's high-end villa in Chiyoda District, and yawned while driving. If the bank teller connected to her mobile phone hadn't reminded her, she would have even forgotten the fact that she was still in debt of 1000 million from Akashi.

In fact, after what happened yesterday, Akashi did not express any surprise to Kasumi, he simply asked about Kasumi's schedule, and then set the pick-up time in the morning and evening, including buying breakfast.

"My lord screenwriter, where did you go yesterday? Why did Xiaozhen drive the car back for me in the end?"

She was lazy, put her phone on the hands-free and put it on the passenger seat, Takao was still muttering, "Kasumi, I put all the costumes that Mr. Hitachi came to set for the protagonists yesterday in your office Desk, don't be late in the morning."

"Really?" Kasumi smiled, eyes fixed on the signal light, "Thank you very much."

Before Akashi got in the car, Kasumi handed him the special breakfast he bought together. Akashi didn't even open the convenience bag, and put it on the other side of the seat, "I don't like sweet things."

"No, how can it be sweet? Why don't you try it? This is my favorite chocolate bread, which is released in limited quantities every morning."

"What's the difference?" Akashi's expression was still calm, and he was not at all moved by the various beautiful adjectives Kasumi described.

"Hmm..." Kasumi thought about his choice of words, "It took me a lot of effort to buy this."

Akashi raised an eyebrow, still not taking her words seriously.

Xiangcheng rolled her eyes in her heart, thinking that I wouldn't be so picky when someone buys me breakfast every day.

After finally delivering Akashi, she was about to drive back to the TV station when she was stopped by the secretary and gave her a huge beautifully packaged box tied with a bow.

"Mr. Akashi asked me to give it to you." The secretary's attitude was still contemptuous, "This is a cake his friend gave him yesterday. Mr. Akashi doesn't like sweets, so please ask me to give it to you."

This box looks a bit familiar... Kasumi thought about it for a while, and suddenly felt that being a personal driver every day was not as bad as she thought.

Before entering the elevator, Kasumi straightened her bangs and tucked her broken hair behind her ears. As soon as she walked in, someone followed her in, and the elevator door was also closed at this moment.

Yukimura Seiichi stared at her for a while, then pressed the floor for her, and said in a low voice but clearly: "Can we have a chat alone?"