Trapped in the sunset

Because of the ten-hour time difference between the United States and Japan, Wei Young couldn't sleep at all the night she returned to Kyoto, tossing and turning, and didn't fall asleep until early morning.

Haiyinsi Yoichi looked at his sleeping daughter, secretly lamenting the passage of time.Time does not leave people, I was still a small child back then, and now I am already a slim 15-year-old girl.

An inexplicable emotion flashed in his eyes.It seems to be sad, but it seems to be happy.

For Wei Young, Yang Yi felt that he seemed to have missed her growth.Since that day many years ago, he has devoted himself to work, leaving his young son and daughter to sitters. . .It’s not that I didn’t think about spending more time with them, it’s not that I didn’t think that my behavior is actually just a cowardly evasion of reality, it’s not that I didn’t think about their inner feelings, every time I see their eyes that don’t match their age Without understanding and tolerance, he escaped.

——"Xiao Yang, don't cry. Dad just needs some time, he will come back later."

——"I, I didn't cry, brother. Yes, I just raised my eyes..."

—— "...Xiao Yang, who taught you that sentence?"

——"That's how it's written in storybooks."

Then came the son's dumbfounding voice and changed the subject.At that time, the only thing he could do was to lean against the door helplessly, facing his own failure.

In the blink of an eye, the children have grown up.The son was admitted to Harvard University and is now studying business management; while the daughter, because of his relationship, was forced to separate from her friends and come to a strange land to study high school.He still remembered his daughter's expression when she heard that he was sent to Japan, she was so determined.

——"Dad, I want to go back to Japan with you."

Because-

——"Anyway, my brother is living in the dormitory now, and there is no one at home. Besides... Besides, my brother and I will be worried if Dad goes to Japan alone."

This was followed by an expression of absolute approval from his son.

It seems that I have really failed.

One hand gently stroked Weiyang's loose hair on the pillow, and he sighed: "I'm really sorry for these years, Weiyang."

Silently retracting his hand, Yang got up and walked out of his daughter's room.

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Unknowingly, when Wei Young woke up, she found that it was time for dinner.

When I came to the dining room, I saw a note left by my father——

"I have a meeting today, and I may not be home until later. I have bought the materials and put them in the refrigerator. If you need anything else, send me a text message and I will buy it when I get home. After eating, take a good rest, and I have to go to class tomorrow up."

Wei Young put down the note and sniffed: "Father, I'm sure I'll feel sorry again." Obviously it wasn't his fault, but he insisted on taking everything by himself. "And me and my brother..."

Dinner was very simple, Wei Young ate the rice balls she made while flipping through the recipes she just bought yesterday.

"These look delicious..."

Unlike her elder brother's preference for Western food, Wei Young prefers light Japanese food.This is why when she was in the United States, she and her brother took turns to be responsible for the food for a week.She thinks her brother's taste is heavy; his brother thinks what she eats is like boiled water.

Speaking of brother, it's time to call him tomorrow

With such a plan in mind, Wei Young went back to the room, picked up Luoshan's campus handbook and read it.

. . .

"next day"

Wei Young tugged at the tie uncomfortably, then looked down at the short skirt that was barely above her knees.Although it is beautiful, it is true, but, this is too short!

Standing outside the principal's room, Wei Young took a deep breath before raising her hand to knock on the door.

The principal of Luoshan is an old man in his sixties.Although he has a kind smile on his face, anyone with sharp eyes can see it.That's right, it is definitely not an ordinary person who can become the principal of this prestigious school.

Coming out of the principal's office, Wei Young held a stack of textbooks in her hands, recalling the map memorized last night in her mind. . .

"Where is Group A of the year?" she murmured.

The empty corridor gradually became crowded.Occasionally, someone would look at him curiously, then nod and smile at him as a greeting.

Although these have been mentioned before, I think I should describe them here:

Haiyinji Weiyang is a genuine Japanese, but no matter how pure she is, after living abroad for a long time, she has a seemingly exotic atmosphere.Maybe it's the way of walking, or maybe it's because the movements are unconsciously infected with the openness and chic unique to Western countries.Japanese politeness and American culture are so contradictory, but they are perfectly integrated in her body.Coupled with her peaceful expression, she looks very easy-going and easy to get along with.

Although her appearance belongs to the upper middle class, not the most beautiful, it is the kind of fresh and gentle beauty.The black hair reaches to the waist, and the tail is slightly curled; the not too big eyes are sparkling because of the relationship between the double eyelids, and the pupils are very special silver gray; the bridge of the nose is slightly straight; Natural pink; fairer than average skin.The only downside is her height.Although not the shortest, but only 155 cm tall in the crowd is obviously shorter than others.

After finally finding the class, Wei Young slowly opened the door.

There are not many people in the classroom.Gather in twos and threes at different tables and chat.

"Well, please..."

Hearing her voice, the girls closest to the door looked at her, and the one with the short hair said after a while, "You are the transfer student the teacher mentioned, right?"

Wei Young nodded: "Yes. Excuse me, is there any vacancy here?"

The girl tilted her head, turned to her companion, and discussed it.

"It seems that the whole class is only next to Akashi-kun."

"Did the teacher say anything?"

"No. But if there are no accidents, her position should be there."

"How to do?"

Wei Young waited patiently, and smiled slightly when she saw the girl's unnatural expression: "Where is the location you mentioned? It doesn't matter, if it is really necessary, you can change the location later."

The girl pointed to the second seat in the row by the window: "That seat is empty."

"Thank you."

Finally putting down the stack of heavy books, Wei Young heaved a sigh of relief.

Glancing out of the window, she felt that this teaching building really had the best view on campus.As far as the eye can see is the vast grass field, gymnasium, library, staff office, auditorium, all facilities can be seen from here.

She just watched like this until she realized someone sat down beside her.

Looking back, the red hair of the visitor was the first thing that caught his eyes.Then there were the boy's eyes of different colors: gold and red.

The boy's facial features are handsome, but he looks cold because of his expressionless face.

Even so, Wei Young raised the corner of her mouth to him: "Hello."

"Hello."

The boy's gentle voice sounded after a while.

It was a voice that was completely different from his own.

"My name is Haiyinsi Weiyang, and I transferred to Luoshan to study today."

"Akashi Seijuro."

Not minding his short words at all, Wei Young stretched out her hand: "Please give me your advice."

For a moment, a look of astonishment flashed in the boy's eyes, but he quickly took her hand.However, Wei Young noticed it, and when she realized it, she withdrew her hand: "Sorry, I forgot."

Forget that handshakes are not practiced in Japan. . .

The boy took a full view of her slightly annoyed expression, and his cold face softened a little: "It's okay."

"By the way, Akashi-kun doesn't mind if I sit here?"

Suddenly recalling the conversation with those girls just now, Wei Young asked.

This time, the boy really smiled—a small, small smile that really existed.

"do not mind."

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