honey color

Ask me back:

"Want to go and see together? Yuta has grown up a lot!"

In fact, in the past three years, it's not that we haven't met each other, it's just that the frequency of seeing each other is relatively small.Seeing this brother, who is only one year older than his brother, "selling" his brother to others in a completely brother-like tone, I actually felt a little helpless.So he nodded of course.

In fact, Yuta, who is in the third grade, has not changed much compared to him who has not yet entered elementary school, except that he is taller and stronger, and his face that sometimes haunts his elders and acts like a baby has hardly changed.

"Yeah, Yuta!"

"Oh, brother!" Yuta turned her head to look at the very handsome boy in front of me who had raised eyebrows, and shouted cheerfully.

"Aunt Matsumoto, why is Yuta here?" Fuji asked looking at the middle-aged woman who was busy in the kitchen.

"Oh, I just went to your house to bring you some clothes, and by the way, I brought Yuta along." Aunt Matsumoto explained, and handed the clean set of clothes to Fuji.

The boy nodded and said "thank you".

The two brothers are very cheerful people. When the elder brother went to change clothes, the younger brother pulled me to show me his latest achievements.

"Honey, I recently became a sports committee member!" Yuta didn't call me sister, and I also felt that it would be awkward for a kid like him to call me sister.

"Oh, that's amazing!" I praised with an air of admiration.

"Let me tell you a secret, my brother and I are actually practicing tennis!" Yuta approached my ear mysteriously and said, "It's amazing!"

"Ah, that's right!" I nodded, but I couldn't picture that quiet boy picking up a tennis racket and running on the court.

"What are you talking about?" Fuji asked as he came out of the bathroom with a smile.

"Talking about tennis!" Yuta waved his hands and turned to look at his brother.I'm surprised, didn't you say it was a secret just now?Why are you shouting so loudly now?

"Oh, it's tennis." Fuji still looked at his lively younger brother with a smile, with a hint of love in his eyes.Then he turned his gaze to me, "Honey sauce, come and watch us play tennis next time!"

I didn't expect that he would take the initiative to invite me, thinking that I don't know anything about sports, and I must be clueless to watch them play.

Fuji seemed to see what I was thinking, but he didn't change his smile.He stretched out his hand on his face to pose as if holding a camera out of thin air, and then gestured to press the shutter. I didn't quite understand what he meant, but he smiled and said:

"I want to book the next picture."

5Chapter05. Time is long

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I once asked my father, why am I called "Honey"?

I also asked my father, where is my mother?

When faced with these two questions, my father often remained silent.From his furrowed face, I saw ups and downs, even struggles, which were completely different from Huan.So gradually, I stopped asking these two questions.

It was not until a long time later, when I was filming in the lavender fields in Provence, that my father vaguely answered my first question.

"Mi, do you know why you are called "Mi"? "

"..." Faced with this question that I have been confused for a long time, my father suddenly raised it on his own initiative, so that I didn't know how to respond for a while.

"Honey, look at the lavender field in front of you, how does it feel?" My father stretched out his right hand, pointing to the bruised purple color in front of us and asked, the tangy fragrance even made my nose itchy.

"Very... very beautiful! Really beautiful! Much more beautiful than the one plant!" I replied quite honestly.

"Oh, yes." My father responded like this. After a long time, he didn't make a sound, which made me think that this discussion about my name was going to die again.But in the end, the familiar and lonely bass still appeared, "but the world of "Honey" is warmer than this. "

"..." I looked at him incomprehensibly, but was shocked by the honey-colored exclamation reflected in the purple time point.

In an instant, I remembered that lingering dream.

……

It's already summer vacation to go to watch Fuji brothers play tennis.

Yumiko sister led me to a tennis court on the corner of the street.

In the midst of the heat, even the cicada's cry is not as moist as in June, and the almost dry neighing makes people feel irritable.

With the black camera hanging around my neck, I walked under the scorching sun holding sister Yumiko's hand.Until the crisp sound of the bombardment gradually became clear.

"It's here!" Sister Yumiko looked back at me with a smile. She has become a college student, and she has changed the most in three years.She was clearly one of the successful types in the evolution of young girl into mature woman.

The bushes outside the barbed wire gradually moved away from sight, and the figures of the two children flickered between the leaves.

When the sound of the door being opened creaked, the two children turned their heads at the same time.

I clearly saw that little golden ball rushing towards the quiet child reflecting the fierce sunlight, and when I was afraid that it would hit his beautiful face, the boy caught it with ease.

I was just startled, and swallowed my saliva in an instant, feeling a little ashamed for my panic.

But thinking about it now, my worries at the time might not be stupid.How many people can catch a tennis ball flying head-on with their hands?Not long after, I knew that Fuji had practiced "Triple Return", and one of the moves named "Moby Dick" needed to catch the oncoming tennis ball.

"Honey!" Yuta greeted me first, he always gave me a feeling of full energy.Even though we don't call each other siblings, I have to admit that sometimes he still gives me the illusion of "brother".

The shaggy-haired boy stared at me with pale gray eyes, and I smiled happily in return.

"Oh, are you here to take a photo?" Yuta looked at the camera on my chest, "The star is reluctant to accept your interview and shoot! Hahahaha..." The boy joked with me against the scorching sun, watching him intentionally Pretending to be proud, Yumiko-san and I covered our mouths and laughed.

"Ah, Honey!" Finally, Fuji finally walked slowly from the tennis court, patted Yuta on the shoulder and greeted me with the same smile on his face.

"Oh, no two!" I also waved to him.There are smiles that are much gentler than the sun on each other's faces.

His eyes turned to the camera on my chest, and then a deeper smile appeared on his face:

"Then, I'm counting on you today!"

I followed his line of sight, then nodded knowingly:

"OK!"

After that, sister Yumiko said she had something to do and left first.

The two brothers were running on the small tennis court, while I hid in the shade of a tree.

Sometimes I think, what is killing my original loneliness?This trajectory eroded by time is heading in a direction that I never expected.The two children in front of them have been running for several rounds on the flat court, and their increasingly skilled movements, more vigorous skills, and more and more handsome faces are all passing by the glossy surface and reflected in the hands. The little black box, and my pupils.Gradually, I got used to the appearance of that quiet boy galloping on the tennis court. The appearance of him leading Yuta across the court was all recorded by time.

Therefore, when the time passed by again for three years and came to another intersection of time and time, the beautiful silhouette in front of me was looking at me, who was hiding under Yuyin, who had grown a lot taller:

"Honey, it's still the old rules."

So I looked at him who was shining with broken light under the crack, and laughed out loud "puchi".

Buer stared at me for a moment, then returned to his usual smile:

"What are you laughing at?" Between his brows and eyes, time has already turned him into an overly beautiful young man.

"No two, if Yuta saw the photos you collected from me, he would hide his face in the nearby bushes and not come out."

Since the summer of the fourth grade, I started to follow them to practice and take pictures for them. Every time I ask for a photo, I always ask for "the figure of Yuta in the photo".I didn't understand it at first, but it wasn't until recently that I gradually came into contact with popular culture that I realized a word, "dicon".

"Eh? Will you?" Fuji was not embarrassed, but just looked at me with his usual playfulness, rubbing his chin.

"Well, yes." I gave him a calm look, "You can give it a try."

So Bu Er smiled at me, and stopped asking further questions.

"Honey, I want a photo too!" Aside from Buer in front of him, Yuta danced with a tennis racket on the tennis court not far behind him.

"Okay~" I passed Buer and waved to him, "Looking forward to your masterpiece~" I teased the photos he wanted to exchange with me, but I saw the boy whose innocence had not faded under the sun put the tennis racket across the back of his neck , grinning a slightly exaggerated smile.

Ever since I knew that Fuji and I exchanged photos, Yuta would sometimes exchange photos with me.This careless boy on the surface, but delicate and gentle in his heart, is often defeated by the cat I accidentally photographed at the end of the street, or the young leaves and buds that have just sprouted.And although the photos he exchanged with me were not as professional as his brother's, they were still very interesting.

"If you knew what kind of photos Yuta asked me for, you would probably be speechless." After thinking for a while, I said to Fuji on the side, "Well, maybe it's not shocking, but I think Yuta is more interesting." Thinking After a while, I still corrected.

"Heh." Buer smiled slightly when he heard it, and turned his gaze to me, "Sometimes I think, honey sauce, you may be better than us