[Volleyball!!] Moonlight

Fat cat lounging and napping.She was wearing the uniform powder blue ruffled apron in the store, and the washed white jeans inside wrapped her curled slender legs, and the sleeves of the black and white striped shirt were dragged on the floor by her indifferently tow. In the shout of "Goro Goro", Ono from the SF Club turned his face and said, "How about we make a bet?"

Akihito Tsukishima no longer remembers the content of the bet at that time. In short, the loser should take the initiative to strike up a conversation with the girl who is obsessed with taking care of the cat. Scratching his head, thinking for a while, he picked up the camera and stood up, slightly raised the corners of his mouth at Ono, not without embarrassment: "You didn't say that you can't use other reasons to strike up a conversation."

When the girl turned around, Ming Guang was stunned for a moment.She was not so beautiful, and there was still a hint of timidity between her brows, and a flash of wariness in the dark eyes staring at him—although her eyes quickly returned to softness.This made Mingguang aware of his abruptness and apologized for it.

Abrupt, that's how it feels.She exudes a kind of unaffected innocence, which Tsukishima Mingguang, who has been in Tokyo for more than two years, rarely feels in the girls around her.This made Mingguang feel that the little jokes he and his companions put on her became a little sinful, so he dismissed the idea of ​​explaining to her after striking up a conversation, and seriously invited her to take a photo for the SF Association that day.

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Later, when Meiguang Tsukishima sorted out the photos, he found the cat like a grandfather, and the appearance of the girl from that day reappeared in front of his eyes.Her photographic composition and casting are ingenious, but her technique is very austere.There was a smile on the corner of his lips that he didn't feel, and he clicked the mouse to file the photos one by one. Only the cat photo was developed, and with it, he stood in front of her again.

The Xingyuan lantern is like a brave fresh air, driving straight into the heart of Tsukishima Mingguang.Her brightness and delicacy, innocence and frankness are all strong but unobserved deep attraction to Mingguang.

However, these characteristics of hers are also a double-edged sword, making her always oblivious to Mingguang's affection for her.Even in the evening when walking on the sunset slope—a private enough space for two people, amidst the glow, the cat and the click of the shutter, she can always easily defeat the watery tenderness brewed by Mingguang.When guiding her to take pictures, she never looked directly into his warm eyes.When chatting with her, she always misunderstood her sudden Qiyue accent and apologized to him very earnestly. After getting the understanding of course, she enthusiastically talked about other words in her hometown dialect. statement.Mingguang has always been a good-natured listener, but he couldn't help feeling deeply frustrated.He felt that maybe he and Xingyuan Dengli were like parallel ramps that never meet under his feet, and there was no room for any ambiguity.But she is still willing to tell him the little secrets in her heart like peas in a bamboo tube, the oolong that she can't help but giggle when she mentions it, and her dream of opening a kindergarten in the future.

When Xingyuan Dengli went to the cafe for an interview for the first time, he was asked about his future career plans.She stood alone in front of the seven interviewers, trying to straighten her back, her calf above the high heels was swollen and painful.Her voice is loud: "I want to open a kindergarten!"

The interviewers looked at each other for a while—normal people should follow the path of "cafe foreman-supervisor-management team".The examiner asked her: "So, why did you come to the cafe to interview the waiter?"

She grinned: "Because you have money, you can take it. You need money to open a kindergarten."

There are two or three interviewers holding their foreheads and smiling secretly.The examiner sighed: "Go out first."

After walking a few steps in the lamp, he turned around, pursed his lips and said seriously: "I want to make a lot of money, so I can persist no matter how hard it is!"

——It was this childish and straightforward sentence that made the examiner decide to leave her amidst the controversy.

But the work of the waiter is not as easy as imagined. Deng Li, who loves to wear high heels, can’t trot around the store with a tea tray on a stiletto heel to provide service, so she fell down three times in a week and hit Broken five mugs.

Ming Guang couldn't help laughing after hearing this past event: "Then don't wear high heels."

"No." Deng Li refused seriously, "Because wearing high heels and straightening my back makes me feel like an adult! I don't often appear flustered."

Yue Dao Mingguang turned his head and stared at the evening sky full of red clouds at this time.She said that she felt that he was very trustworthy, without the sense of superiority and coldness that metropolitan people could not help showing. Although he explained several times that he was not from Tokyo and came from a small town called Karasuno, he said to her, "It's small to me." Every place outside the island is a metropolis" and lost.

Mingguang thought, maybe her ignorance is due to her lack of love experience.He should take his love lightly and slowly so as not to frighten her.

Moving to the side of Xingyuan's residence was a labor-intensive task. For the proximity to the water, Mingguang almost used up all his savings from working in college.He is the moon, but he is chasing the flickering star hard, and he is afraid that his footsteps are too fast and eager to scare her into hiding in the clouds.

So he faced Deng Li, who was surprised to find that he was his new neighbor, and explained: "This is the house of my relatives. They started to travel around the world this year, and they need someone to help them look after the house."

Such a high-sounding reason made Dengli envious: "It's so romantic, Mr. Yuedao's relatives must be an old couple, right? The children are not around, and they have leisure or something."

Ming Guang was startled, and squeezed out a "hmm."

The excuses he wove outlined a romantic picture of love in his twilight years in the bottom of his heart, which was a reaction beyond his expectations.

She was such an odd presence to Mingguang.Straightforward yet elusive, close at hand but out of reach.

But Mingguang felt that there was always an appropriate time when he could tell her the confession of his heart.And she can readily understand and accept it.

He treasured living next to her.He enjoys cooking and making delicious dishes every day, which is the reason to invite neighbors to be guests.

This elevator apartment has a balcony that is small but large enough to provide a place for the soul to dwell.In the autumn of the third year of college, if the sun was shining during the vacation, Meiguang Tsukishima would sit on a rocking chair with a cup of black tea and flip through magazines—although his neighbors described it as an "old man's life", he enjoyed it very much.What's more, he can occasionally see the happy deer-like figure of the neighbors who are taking turns to hang clothes-drying clothes and being tended to flowers and plants.She likes to hum songs when doing these daily routines, and the melodies in her mouth are often out of tune until Ming Guang listens to them for a long time before she can tell which song it is.

He covered the magazine on his face, squinted his eyes comfortably in the sun, and the corners of his lips curled up in an uncontrollable curve.

He thought, she is really like a rushing, gurgling stream, full of vigorous vigor all over her body; and like a grass seed that is about to sprout, the power of breaking through the ground is unstoppable.

"Mr. Tsukishima, are you laughing at me?"

Stream and Grass Seeds saw the smile on his lips one evening, and asked dissatisfiedly.

He froze for a moment, took off the book on his face, sat up straight, and looked at Xingyuan's face with puffy cheeks in the lamp.Holding a pile of clothes that exuded the sun/smell/smell in her arms, she muttered: "I know I'm singing out of tune..."

Ming Guang was startled, and just about to explain to her that she wasn't joking, she already frowned: "Well, but I still like to work while singing! Rhythm, rhythm!" She bent her eyes He happily walked back to the room with a large pile of packed clothes.After a while, he poked his head out again and said loudly: "Next time, Mr. Yuedao, you should try it too! Sing and cook at the same time! Hehe..."

Tsukishima Mingko lightly tapped the armrest of the rocking chair with his fingertips, an indescribable warmth surged in his heart, and his eyebrows couldn't stop raising his eyebrows.

He said to himself, wait until Christmas this year, and confess to her!

The author has something to say: I can't touch sensitive words at all...

June 5.

In autumn, Tori Hoshihara got along very well with other members of the Inamori University SF Association. The price list of the Miss Cafe mentioned twice, but the vice-chairman Mingguang Tsukishima still stubbornly decided that everyone's meeting place should be there.

The president, Matsumoto, asked him sharply after the discussion meeting ended one day: "Tsukishima, have you fallen in love with that girl from Miss?"

At that time, Mingguang was recalling the scene of seeing Xingyuan in the store before, she was cheering for another salary increase, and kept inviting her good colleagues to have a big meal.He leaned against the deck, staring sideways at the excited little deer on the other side, smiling unconsciously.When Xing Yuan came to greet their acquaintances, she didn't forget to say, "I invite Yuanzi and the others to have barbecue tonight, do you want to come together?" The four men and three women in SF smiled and congratulated and made some jokes, but She politely rejected her on the grounds that each had trivial matters.A faint disappointment appeared on her face, and she quickly regained her vitality: "Then, I will invite you when I raise my salary next time!"

Tsukishima Mingguang recalled her radiant appearance, the smiles on her face were so full that she couldn't hang it.He was suddenly asked by Matsumoto, and his footsteps stopped at the door of the school building, the corners of his mouth still couldn't be drawn down, and he didn't want to hide it from the senior, so he smiled and said, "Huh? Is it so obvious?"

Matsumoto stroked his forehead and sighed: