[Three-year Class E] Asagao

Seeing that Xingzhi had no choice but to get out of the shadow of hiding, the vibration of Qianpu had stopped, her soft voice echoed in the quiet night sky, her tone was still cold and clear.

"May I ask what your Excellency's purpose is for this trip? Besides, I am no longer the eldest lady you mentioned."

"I'm just a messenger, and I don't know what it's about." The man in black took out something similar to an envelope from his pocket, with gilding patterns on the outer shell, and showed it to Xingzhi respectfully.

She stepped forward and reached out to take the envelope without opening it, holding it in her hand and looking over and over again.

Then Xingzhi chuckled lightly, raised his hand and lifted the brim of the hat of the person in front of him.

The black hat fell to the ground like a falling shadow.

After 10 minutes, Xingzhi returned to the hostel behind him.

When putting the envelope into his sleeve, Xingzhi bumped into Akabane Ye accidentally, and he appeared in the aisle so ordinary.

Pretending to just come out to relieve himself, Xingzhi nodded to him as if nothing had happened, then went straight back.

Just like the magic that disappeared at midnight, Cinderella accidentally left her crystal slipper behind, and she unconsciously quickened her pace so that she didn't notice a small piece of paper that fell from the foot of her bathrobe. The bronzing pattern is unexpectedly conspicuous in the moonlight.

It is the flower that blooms alone and outlines despair, and it is also the most unknown secret and sin.

Akabane watched the girl's back go away, he knelt down and picked up the piece of paper, looked at the manjushahua in his hand, and smiled.

The time of the school trip was naturally happy and short, and everyone re-entered the campus life of Kunqiu with unsatisfied intentions.

Only Xingzhi still recalled the conversation that night, chewing every word over and over again, for fear that he might make the slightest mistake or omission.

She just lay down on the table with interest and avoided the regular attack and fire from the transfer student who automatically fixed the fort behind her.

Star Branch closed his eyes amidst the chug sound of BB bullets being fired, and the things he had thought about before emerged in his mind.

Lifting off the hat, as expected, there was a familiar face underneath, a youthful face, about the same age as Xingzhi.

Seeing that she found out, the other party stopped acting, and stood up and applauded: "Ah, my sis is still so sharp-eyed, admiration."

"Don't be so talkative, I really think you can fool someone with your tricks." Xingzhi shook the envelope in his hand, "Which wind brought you here?"

"I... just came to give Mrs. Xian something, and I'll say goodbye to you by the way." The boy shrugged indifferently, and his dark brown eyes, which were exactly the same as those of Xingzhi, flickered, "You know the date."

"..." Xingzhi was stunned for a moment, then turned his head away, the obscure and complex emotions in his eyes blended into a whirlpool, and the blood color seemed to fade from his tightly pursed lips.

As if he didn't notice Xingzhi's expression, the boy murmured unconsciously, with a very soft voice: "You know... once that fails, I will be like a big brother..."

"But if I do... who will take care of mother..."

"..." Without saying a word, as if stimulated by something, Xingzhi hastily put the envelope into his sleeve, turned around and left.

Mother……

mother.

The eyes are a little stinging, and some kind of long-dried liquid is almost coming out.

"Student Xingzhi?"

After a hail of bullets, the whole class looked exhausted, and no one noticed Xingzhi's abnormality.

Except Teacher Sha who reminded her and Akabane next to her.

On the young man's indifferent face, the scarlet eyes narrowed.

"Student Xingzhi, it's time for class." Waving the yellow tentacles, Mr. Kill still had the same grinning face, "Are you feeling unwell?"

"Ah no, there's nothing." Quickly raised her head from the table, she rubbed her eyes in a concealed manner, wiping away the moisture from the corners of her eyes, "I'm sorry, Mr. Kill."

"It's okay, but Xingzhi should pay attention to rest." Teacher Sha stretched out a soft tentacle and pointed, "The dark circles under the eyes are a bit obvious."

"Ah, I see... Thank you teacher for reminding me." Touching the skin under his eyes with his fingertips, Xingzhi lowered his head, revealing a self-deprecating expression that was not noticed.

In the past few nights, she has been thinking about that matter, so she can't even take a break, except that she sometimes doesn't eat properly on weekends and weekends at school.

The sun outside the window is still bright, Xingzhi draws on the notebook with the pen tip, and gradually traces the shape of a flower, with layer upon layer of petals, as thin as silk.

The blood-like color smudged on the paper, which was very conspicuous.

A very deep color appeared in her dark brown eyes, and then she raised her hand and tore off the piece of paper.

The time on campus flows away among the shreds of paper.

Before he knew it was sunset, Xingzhi packed his schoolbag and walked out of the classroom alone.

The shadow stretched very long, and the girl's figure became thinner and more slender.

She walked unhurriedly, circled around and finally stopped in a dark alley.

Feeling the footsteps stopping behind him, Xingzhi sneered: "May I ask what advice you have?"

"Miss Xingzhi..."

The submissive female voice, with a little cry.

The moment he heard these words, he frowned, and Xingzhi left without hesitation.Seeing her reaction, the people behind her seemed to panic for a moment, and there was a sudden plop sound that seemed to be kneeling down. She was taken aback, but she just stopped and didn't intend to stay any longer.

"...I know what you want to ask me." After a long silence, Xingzhi twitched the corners of his mouth, his voice was cold and calm, "But I am no longer from my family, so naturally I don't have the qualifications."

"But miss! Master Yiye is yours after all..." The woman's sad tone suddenly rose, causing Xingzhi's heart to tremble very slightly. She pursed her lips, and a cold gleam appeared in her dark brown eyes. Light, interrupted: "Enough!"

"...A Jiang, go back, don't come again." Xingzhi tucked her hair behind her ears, and said calmly in the sudden wind, "I have my own decisions about my affairs."

Looking at the figure that was getting further and further away in front of her, the woman in black stood there for a long while.

She finally covered her face and wept silently through the pouring rain.

Wipe away the white mist that condensed on the mirror, and the water drops meandered down the direction drawn by the fingertips. The dark brown eyes of the girl in the mirror were dazed, and she was even a little at a loss. Her purple-black hair was tangled on her shoulders. , dripping wetly.

Xingzhi sighed, took a towel aside and wiped his hair, so as not to wet his clothes.

As she walked out of the bathroom, she put the black video tape into the open inner box of the machine with one hand and pressed the play button.

Sitting on the sofa in front of the TV, Xingzhi stared at the LCD screen, first there was a noise of black and white snowflakes, and then began to let out human voices.

A woman with long purple-black hair like Xingzhi is sitting in front of the camera in a light-colored kimono, her reddish cheeks revealing her slightly embarrassed mood.

"Xingzhi, I am mother."

"When you saw this tape...you probably grew up to be an outstanding person."

In the dark room, there is only the sound of the TV, and the bright light on the screen outlines half the outline of the furniture in the room.

Playing with the ring he had just taken out of the envelope, Xingzhi buried himself in the sofa, with a strange light shining in his dark brown eyes.

"Xingzhi, how are you doing now?"

With a slightly hoarse voice, she replied as if she was having a real conversation: "Well, it's not bad."

"That's it, then I'm relieved. Xingzhi is really an outstanding child." The woman on the screen smiled, seemingly very relieved, and then she sighed with self-blame in her eyes, "I couldn't If I fulfill my responsibilities as a mother, I am not qualified."

"Also at that time, I knew it was impossible to protect you, but I sent you out anyway. I was really an irresponsible person."

"But I'd rather you have the possibility to be buried in this world than to send you into a trap of yourself. That kind of state where you can't die...I really... really don't want you to experience it yourself..." It seems to be saying At the moving part, the voice of the woman in the picture began to choke, "That kind of thing... once is enough..."

The woman gently wiped away her tears, and the word "harmony" was vaguely embroidered on the corner of the plain handkerchief, a very elegant and plain name, like a human being.

By the way, Xingzhi's name is a masterpiece of mother harmony.

"Has Xingzhi met Yiye before? Is he similar to your aunt Kazuhiu?" She wiped away her tears and smiled, "Is Yiye probably going to be that age?"

The snow-white towel slid off the sofa, Xingzhi pursed her lips, and let the hair sticking to her cheeks roll down into water droplets, slapping the ground and breaking into pieces.

The later video was very blurry. I don't know if it was a mistake in the harmony of the camera that was not used very much, or the most important thing was deliberately erased.

However, Xingzhi still clearly heard the last intermittent words of his mother Heyin.

"It's a luxury, but also...my request..."

"... Xingzhi... Please..."

"Kazu...and Ichino..."

"Can't... repeat the same mistakes."

With a click, the machine automatically ejected the video tape. In the dark room, only the numbers showing the time emitted a faint light in the darkness, and the second hand of the clock moved tirelessly, making the only sound.

After an unknown amount of time, Xingzhi stood up slowly from the sofa, turned around and walked back to her room regardless of the towels that fell on the floor.

Taking advantage of the slender moonlight shining through the window, she opened the wooden door of the closet.

There was a hidden compartment under the ordinary clothes and the gray uniform of Fuqiu. Xingzhi stretched out his index finger and stroked it, and with the sound of rusty gears turning, the camouflage of the dark compartment was removed.

Inside was a black suit, with flowers outlined in dark red silk threads blooming on the hem.

Xingzhi exhaled, took off the glasses on his face, and put them aside.

Sitting in the classroom, Xingzhi opened the book on his desk and browsed absently.

There was no one in the classroom, it was because she came very early today, just because of that vague uneasiness.Xingzhi himself laughed a little, just like a homeless person looking for a shelter.

Obviously nowhere can protect her.

The corner of the girl's mouth raised coldly for a moment, and her eyes full of sarcasm fell into the eyes of others.

Akabane narrowed his scarlet eyes.

After a while, the girls ran over to chat with her, and Xingzhi talked to them as usual.

When the topic was going very smoothly, the door of the classroom was pulled open, and Mr. Killer's yellow tentacles walked in holding a pure black and gold-plated envelope.

Xingzhi's dark brown pupils shrank suddenly behind the lenses, and she accidentally pulled down a notebook with a clatter of her wrist, and she hurriedly picked it up.

The hand of the boy from the right firmly caught the notebook she dropped, and Akabane's voice was not too loud, just right next to his ears: "...Xiaoyuan..."

Xingzhi, who thought he was hallucinating, forcibly suppressed his desire to raise his head, calmly pretended that he didn't hear it, and thanked him.

"Student Xingzhi." Teacher Sha came over waving his tentacles, and put the envelope in her hand on her desk, "This is the letter that Teacher Wei found at the door this morning, and it's for Student Xingzhi."

"...Thank you Teacher Kill." She took a deep breath, smiled relieved, and put the envelope into her notebook.

There is no strange expression, almost an impeccable camouflage.

Only the girl's trembling fingertips betrayed everything.

Xingzhi, the trainer of the physical education class, found time to stay alone in the classroom on the grounds that she was unwell. She took this opportunity to take out the morning letter and read it carefully.

This feeling, this imprint, is indeed authentic, not forged to bluff people.

Leaning weakly on the back of his chair, Xing Zhi suddenly felt a little afraid to read the contents of the letter.

She never expected that when Yi Ye and A Jiang found her, the family had already grasped all her whereabouts. Perhaps, she had been exposed earlier...

So this day, sooner or later, will come.

But Xingzhi really didn't expect this group of people to be so impatient this time, it seems that they are still reluctant to part with her as the most successful container.

Opening the envelope, there was only a portrait of Qianfu inside, and there was nothing on the thin white paper except for the red-gold sword.

After a long time, Xingzhi took out the lighter in his bag, went to the window, and lit the things in his hand.

She watched the ashes rustle away with the wind, and the light from the fire made her eyes shine.

The letter meant that she had indeed received it.

As long as a thousand punishments are on you for one day, you will not be able to escape.

To force her back and let her return to that isolated cage again, the best way is to completely destroy her current life and tear up everything that is weak now for her to see.