Trapped in the sunset

The game is over.

Wei Young took the score on the scoreboard into his eyes with a complicated expression: "It really is a tie..." Akashi-kun, he is indeed very good.Wei Young silently turned and left amidst the cheers of the crowd.Before that, Momoi and Kise had already said hello before leaving.

Turning on the phone, punching in the page for entering text messages, typing three short sentences and sending them to Tetsuya while walking——

——"Even though it's a tie, I still want to say congratulations.

I'm going back today, you should have a good rest.

Tetsuya, your friend really cares about you.

Come on next game.

Wei Young. 』

After pressing the send button, she glanced at the time on the main screen and quickened her pace.If I don't hurry up, I won't be able to catch the train back to Kyoto.

My father should have left long ago when I got home.So, what to do next weekend?Wei Young lowered her head and thought absently.Every year until last year, she and her brother spent tomorrow together at home—going shopping aimlessly, sometimes her brother would invite a few friends and then Wei Young would go and watch them play ball, stay at home and watch movies all night . . .They've done it all.

Then Dad would come home the next day and everything would be back to normal.

just like. . .Nothing ever happened.

self-defeating. . .

But this time, it's just me. . .

Staring blankly at the scenery outside the window, she felt the vibration of the phone in her pocket. She took out the phone, and it showed a missed call.The time was half an hour ago. . .

Weiyang helped the forehead.She seemed to be too preoccupied just now.

But, it was Akashi-kun who called?

Wei Young pressed the callback button in confusion, and was picked up after two rings.

--"Hello?"

——"Akashi-kun? Sorry, I was thinking about something just now and didn't hear the phone ring."

--"It's ok."

——"Then...you called, is there something wrong?"

- "...are you there?"

——"Shinkansen. It's almost here."

--"yes?"

——"Akashi-kun, the match was indeed a draw."

--"I know."

Hearing this, Wei Young couldn't help laughing.

——"Your legend of "The Emperor's Eye", I believe it."

——"It's raining here now, be careful when you come back. Hang up."

It wasn't until the sound of "beep" and "beep" came from the other end of the phone that Wei Young came back to her senses.Then, slowly raised the corners of his mouth.A warm current rushed into my heart, my eyes were a little sore, and my nose was also sore. . .

Just for such a simple sentence.

When we arrived in Kyoto, the crowds became more crowded.Office workers are now leaving get off work, young people who hang out together are now returning, dating couples can be seen everywhere, and there are many families who have been away all day and are now returning home.

Walking in front of Wei Young was a little boy, holding his mother with one hand and his father's clothes with the other.Looking at the behavior of the young couple carefully protecting the child among them from being squeezed out by the crowd, Wei Young was a little envious, and more importantly, felt the warmth of the bright smile on the boy's face.

This time, there were no seats on the bus.

After looking around, Wei Young who heard the news tightened the bag on her shoulder, and raised her hand to grab a pull ring.Biting her lower lip lightly, she now only hopes to get home soon.

—You know, she's the worst about standing on a moving bus. . .

The rain outside blurred the car windows, and the cold wind blowing in through the gap in the car door carried an annoying damp feeling.In the crowded space coupled with irregular shaking, Wei Young stared anxiously out of the hazy window, hoping that her stop would be approaching soon.

but.

The bus never arrived.

When the bus came to an intersection, a locomotive on the opposite side ran a red light for some reason and rushed towards them without slowing down.

There was a harsh brake sound, a violent pause, and countless Ning flute sounds. . .Then there was a loud bang, with the dreadful cluck-clack of iron on iron colliding, and finally the sickening, deep thump, vaguely of flesh and wet road colliding together. The ground, and the sound of bones breaking.

Wei Young's body became unstable, and she fell onto the passenger sitting next to her. In the process, her left shoulder hit the iron pillar that she was leaning against.

She let out a muffled sound, the severe pain and momentary dizziness forced her to close her eyes tightly.

"Miss, miss, are you all right?"

She struggled to get up from the passenger: "Yes, I'm sorry."

Then he got out of the car with the others in a daze, the cries, shouts, and calm command voices were all mixed together, which meant nothing to her ears.In the panic, someone called 110 and 119.

However, all of this was ignored by Wei Young.

Her eyes inadvertently fell on the motorcycle rider who was dragged to the side of the road.The person's body twisted abnormally, the dark red blood stained his clothes, and then slowly mixed with the rainwater to dye the ground a terrifying red.

The originally clear gray eyes are now like an abyss, empty, and exude the despair of deep memories; the already fair face has lost all blood color, and the rain-wet hair sticks to the forehead and cheeks; the trembling body is fragile Unbearable. . .She is very embarrassed at the moment.

But she didn't care—or she didn't have the extra strength to care—the scene in front of her overlapped with the scene buried in her heart many years ago.

For a moment, Wei Young felt that a certain string in her brain was finally snapped.

The fear that has been hidden in my heart for many years is constantly emerging, overflowing, and then. . .break out.

It was so cold that she couldn't feel it, so she picked up the phone extremely slowly, pressed the button with her purple fingertips that she didn't even know, and finally raised it to her ear unconsciously.

My mind was in a mess, cloudy but blank.

The heart beats again and again, slowly and heavily.

Things in front of my eyes began to blur.Just when she was about to give up, the phone was connected——

"Weiyang?"

In a trance, she recognized his voice half a beat later.Hearing that familiar voice, her vision was blurred and then clear, clear and blurred.

And her silence made the person on the other end speak again—

"Wei Young? Are you outside now? Why are you so noisy?"

His lips moved, and his voice seemed to be stuck in his throat.

"Wei Young? What happened?"

The boy's tone was filled with imperceptible anxiety.

"... Akashi-kun..."

The girl's abnormality made the boy frown.He suppressed the strangeness in his heart and said again: "Wei Young, calm down. Then tell me, what happened?"

Wei Young's thoughts gradually calmed down in his calm sentences.She took a deep breath and said—

"Akashi-kun, I was in a car accident."

Before the girl finished speaking, Akashi Seijuro picked up his coat and walked out of the basketball gym in Luoshan quickly—"Lingyang, supervise their practice. I probably won't be back, let them all go home immediately after practice. "

When the teenager arrived at the scene of the crime, the ambulance had already picked up the injured, and the crowd dispersed to only two or three people.His sharp eyes scanned the surroundings, and finally found the figure of the girl squatting on the sidewalk.

The girl hugged herself tightly with both arms, and her trembling body prompted the boy to walk in front of her in three steps at a time.

"Won't you find a place to hide from the rain first?"

Wei Young raised her head in a daze: "Chi... Sijun?"

The young man's indifferent face softened under the suddenly lit street lamp.He stretched out his hand to the girl and sighed imperceptibly: "Can you get up? I'll take you home."

. . .

Many years later, Wei Young once asked the young man playfully——

"Hey, Seijuro, do you know when I fell in love with you?"

A look of helplessness appeared on the man's face, and he followed her and asked, "When?"

Wei Young thought for a while, and replied: "Well, although I had a good impression of you from the beginning, but I really fell in love with you, it should be... when I had a car accident, you came out to find me in the rain, and then you stretched out your hand to me. Just a moment."

"You fall in love when someone reaches out to you?" Akashi raised his eyebrows.

"... The atmosphere was ruined by you."

Looking at her angry expression, a smile spread across his handsome face, and his warm big hand caressed her head——

--"Thanks."

. . .

As for what they are thanking, it is a matter between the two of them.

The author has something to say: Although it is late, I still want to wish everyone "Merry Christmas!!!"

These days are really torture for me! ! !I don't want a dentist or something! ! ! "cry"

All right. . .

See you next time~~~

PS: Ling Yang is bubbling! ! ! "Have you noticed? 』By the way, how do you pronounce his surname?

PS2: I am here to correct the typo. . .Update as much as possible before this evening. . .Bar?

☆, memory