Trapped in the sunset

Sitting on the plane back to Japan from the UK, Weiyang still heard Annie's reluctant voice—"Weiyang! I will definitely miss you! You must not forget me! Be sure to contact me by email! I will go to Japan to find you! This is an agreement! I still have a lot to say to you, a lot of delicious food to share with you, and a lot of stories to tell you... Otherwise, you will delay returning to China for a few more days?"

——Speaking later, it returned to the incoherent speech when we first met.

She looked at the dark night sky outside the plane window, and the gray clouds looked like a sea under the wings.

——Finally going back to Japan.

She closed her eyes, and the tiredness from the press conference after the game and the sleepiness from staying up late the day before to clean up all of a sudden emerged, and it took less than 5 minutes for her to fall asleep.

"Current time: UK - February 11th, 45:8p.m.; Japan - February 45th, [-]:[-]a.m."

. . .

"Sixteen hours later, at 12:45 a.m. on February [-]th, local time in Kyoto, Japan—"

Wei Young, who arrived home safely two hours ago, is sitting among the piles of luggage, calmly arranging and distributing clothes, music scores, certificates, souvenirs, gifts, etc.Normally speaking, she was supposed to be sleeping, full of energy, and seriously dealt with the things at hand, occasionally turning her head to look out of the dark window, frowning uncomfortably.Sure enough, she still hated jet lag.Presumably she will start to sleepy at noon tomorrow.

tomorrow. . .

She paused when she picked up a beautifully packaged box.A trace of confusion flashed across her gray eyes.

—what should she do tomorrow?

For the next two days—that is, Thursday and Friday—the girl who was also on leave looked down and thought.

Her eyes fell on the dark brown paper bag in the corner of the suitcase, and the messy little items beside it.Thoughts turned quickly, and finally stopped on an idea.

At this time, the phone that was thrown on the bed vibrated twice, and the screen flickered so that she had to stand up and walk over to check the new text message.Even with the help of the heater, the coolness of the wooden floor under her feet penetrated into the indoor slippers and spread to the soles of her feet.

Can't help trembling, Wei Young rubbed her arms and picked up the phone.Her eyes quickly scanned the English text on it, and she pursed her lips and smiled.

——"Weiyang, you should be in Japan now? How is it? Is there any problem? Let me tell you, I'm going back to the United States in two days. The teacher said that if I stay here, my piano skills will deteriorate... .It’s too much, right?! Obviously I practice obediently every day.

I dare not call because I am not sure if you are asleep or not.that's all.

Your friend, Annie. "

She hit the reply button and just typed—"Thank you, Annie."

——Thank you for your concern, and thank you for your company when you were in the UK.

Thousands of words, finally turned into the world's simplest three words.

Turning off her mobile phone, she climbed into bed and just stared at the ceiling in a daze, until the first-floor sunlight came in from the window in the early morning.

"Good morning, Dad."

Wei Young turned her head when she heard the sound, and said to the person who just stepped into the kitchen.

Haiyinsi Yoichi raised his eyes in surprise: "Wei Young? Why did you wake up so early?"

Weiyang, who was making a tuna sandwich, replied earnestly: "Because it takes a little time to get rid of jet lag..." Then she shrugged slightly.Putting the plate with four sandwiches on the dining table, she smiled and handed over the pre-made coffee together: "Dad, you can have breakfast in peace. I still have some things to do, so I'm going out first."

"Aren't you going to eat?"

"I've eaten."

"Really?" He looked regretfully at his daughter who was taking off her apron after washing the dishes: "By the way, Wei Young—"

Wei Young raised her head and asked with a slight smile, "What else is there, Dad?"

Haiyin Siyang stared at the face of the girl who looked more and more like an outdated wife, with a little pride and a little sadness, and said: "I didn't have time to say when I picked you up yesterday——Weiyang, congratulations. You did a good job. "

When Wei Young heard this, her eyes opened slightly, her lips moved but she couldn't make a sound.For as long as she could remember, her father had never cared about her music.Although he fully supports her development in this direction, he has never seen her performance once.I thought it would be the same this time——

The eye sockets are a little hot, and the nose is sour.

She lowered her head, said inaudibly -- "Thank you. --" two words and then walked out quickly. The back looked slightly embarrassed, which seemed to be a sign of running away.

. . .

——"Xiao Weiyang, you must remember that Dad really loves you."

In her memory, her brother would always repeat this sentence in her ear from time to time.And when she was still young, she would frown and ask puzzledly——

——"I know. Brother, what's wrong with you?"

Every time she asked that question, Haiyin Sizhen just patted her on the head helplessly.

"You just have to remember that."

It was only later that she gradually understood why her brother would take so much trouble to say that to her back then.

——Is it to let her know that even if their father doesn't participate in their lives, it can't change the fact that he cares about them?

Wei Young, who was walking on the street in a daze, stopped slowly.

—Brother, I know.All the while, I really knew.

She looked at the thin layer of snow at her feet, and her drooping eyelids covered the almost radiant warmth.

. . .Spring is coming soon.

. . .

"Luoshan High School, Group A of the first year—"

Harada Ai supported her chin with both hands, looking out of the window with a bored expression.

The annual Valentine's Day is really not to be underestimated.She glanced lazily at the male and female students around her who were radiating red hearts, and suppressed the urge to roll her eyes.

She herself is not a romantic, and she doesn't believe that the success rate of confessing to someone she likes must be on Valentine's Day.

Although no one did anything special because the school spirit of their school was stricter than normal, but this did not hinder the eagerness of those young girls who were just about to move.

Quietly looking at a certain red-haired boy with a cold expression, Harada Ai silently looked away five seconds later.

However, her eyes froze suddenly when they moved somewhere outside the window.

That is--

"Weiyang?!"

She wondered silently.

She has come back? !No, why is she here now? !

For the first time in history, the self-study class was really, really hard for Ai Harada.

. . .

Wei Young walked aimlessly around the campus, carefully avoiding any roads where she might meet someone.

She glanced at the casual clothes on her body and the bag in her hand, and sighed.

Because of my own whim, I just ran to school like this.She stopped outside the music room, pushed open the door, looked around inside, and walked in after confirming that there was no one there.

Taking out the gifts belonging to the people from the music club in the bag, she methodically arranged them one by one on the wide conference table.Each package has the recipient written on it, so she doesn't have to worry about someone picking it up by mistake.

Putting down the last copy, she straightened up, thought for a while and sat down directly in front of the piano.

Pressing middle C casually, she smiled with satisfaction.

——It seems that someone has just tuned in.

Playing together, a piece of Mozart's "Twinkle, Twinkle, Sparkle" was perfectly performed under her brisk fingering.Light notes floated into the empty corridor along with the vibration of the air.

The afternoon sun filled every corner of the room with a warm smell, and when it fell on the girl's body, it coated her with a seemingly invisible layer of golden light.

. . .

Akashi Seijuro walked down the aisle to the basketball hall alone with a serious face.The chatter and laughter along the way continued to flow into his ears, but he took them all as background noise.

The training of the basketball team was suspended for one day today due to special reasons.

—— "Xiao Zheng, can you give us a day off tomorrow?"

After the practice yesterday, Mizuki Reo made a request to him with a smile on the surface but a serious tone.

--"reason?"

He frowned, folded his arms around his chest and asked back.

What responded to him was the awkward smile of the sophomore Zhengxuan——

——"ほら, Xiaozheng, you should know what day tomorrow is, right? It's, that, we need...to take refuge."

reason. . .It is special enough.But recalling the previous practice at this time of year during the Emperor Guang period, he had no choice but to nod in agreement.

Of course, the training of all of them will be doubled tomorrow to make up for what is owed today.

He silently pushed open the door of the basketball hall, and the dim space was instantly illuminated by the light behind him because of his actions.However, his next movement to close the door plunged the surroundings into darkness again.

Stepping towards the locker room, Akashi's steady footsteps did not stop at all in the situation where he couldn't see his fingers.In this basketball management, even if he is blind, he can accurately find every piece of equipment, the starting and ending points of every court, and the position of every basket.This is his kingdom, his domain.

He won't lose again.

The defeat in the Winter Cup is enough for him to experience once in his life.

Until he finished changing his clothes and shoes, a slight sound when he left the locker room aroused his vigilance.He stood where he was, his sharp eyes seemed to see through the darkness in front of him, and find the place of pronunciation.

Logically speaking, no one would dare to step into the basketball hall.

He walked to the bench on the right, squinting at the black silhouette lying flat on it.It was a very slender figure, which seemed to be lying on its side, slowly rising and falling with the rhythm of breathing.

Surprise flashed across his strangely colored pupils, and the cold pupils softened after a while.He stood still by the stool, stretched out his hand and gently put the coat he had taken off on her body.

Feeling that his foot seemed to have kicked something hard, he bent down and picked it up.Presumably, the sound just now was made by the phone falling to the ground.Akashi Seijuro looked at the flashing mobile phone in his hand, and pressed a button when he was about to put it back beside her.As soon as the crystal screen lit up, lines of English characters appeared in front of his eyes.

He has always paid attention to "personal privacy" and for some reason he read the text on it casually after seeing the heart-shaped pattern behind the signature. The speed is undoubtedly ten lines at a glance.

After reading, he pursed his lips, his indifferent face did not reveal any superfluous expression except for the slightly changed eyes - it was impossible to guess his mood at the moment.

After pressing the "Delete" button without thinking, and pulling that number into the "Blacklist", he put the phone in his pocket.

—William Grayson?Is that the champion of the music competition? . .

Akashi silently wrote down the series of numbers, turned around and walked to the court to start his personal training today.

. . .

Amidst the hazy sleepiness, the regular "boom" and "boom" sounds from her ears slowly woke her up.

Wei Young sat up, and only found the coat on her body when she raised her hand to rub her eyes.The familiar smell hit her nostrils, she was startled and raised the corners of her lips.

Looking at the teenager who was dunking the basket not far away, she quietly folded the jacket neatly and put it on her lap.

——I haven’t seen him play for a month, I miss him very much.

The balls in the teenager's hands seemed to have their own consciousness, and they all fell into the basket with precision.

"It's all hollow three-pointers..." she murmured, suddenly thinking of her brother who was far away in the United States.

"Are you awake?"

"Ah?" Wei Young, whose thoughts were interrupted, looked up, and met the boy's eyes unexpectedly.

Akashi watched the girl who was a bit confused about the situation helplessly put down the basketball and walked in front of her.He raised his hand, like the previous few times, to caress the top of her head: "Aren't you still asking for leave? Why did you come to school today, Wei Young?"

She stared at him silently for a while, then raised her eyebrows and asked with a smile, "Don't you ask me when I'll be back?"

"If nothing unexpected happened, it should have been last night." He casually picked up the towel hanging around his neck and wiped the sweat from his forehead: "You haven't answered me yet."

"If you have to say it—" Wei Young tilted her head and thought for a while, then said uncertainly, "Is it because I want to see you?"

He chuckled: "If I didn't bump into you today during practice, wouldn't you want to hide here until everyone leaves?"

"...well, you win. I did come to avoid the crowd. But that was after I got to school and found out it was Valentine's Day," she admitted frankly.Then she handed him the only gift left in the bag beside her: "I brought it back from England for you."

He took the box and looked at it in his hand.

Wei Young coughed unnaturally: "Coincidentally, it's chocolate."

Hearing what she said, Akashi kept the happy arc of his mouth and said, "Thank you, Weiyang." He sat beside her, and the two fell into a brief silence.

Although she tried very hard to suppress the drowsiness, Wei Young only felt that it would take a lot of energy just to open her eyes.The eyelids became heavier and heavier, and the momentary lucidity of the head was slowly replaced by a vague sense of dizziness.She yawned, and physical tears filled her eyes.

— time difference or something. . .real. . .

There was a faint sigh in my ear.A big hand gently pressed against her shoulder, letting her lean into a warm embrace along with her strength. "Sleep, I'll call you in half an hour," said the pleasant voice above the head.

. . .

On Valentine's Day that year, the boy in the basketball gym stared at the black-haired girl who was sleeping soundly on his lap, with a warm smile that didn't fit his indifferent image.

Knowing that she couldn't hear him, he still murmured softly what he hadn't remembered to say just now——

——"Wei Young, welcome back"

. . .

Many years later, when Wei Young mentioned their high school days and lamented her zero "confession record", Akashi's face appeared helpless.

"You are wrong to think so."

He interrupted her and said with a little dissatisfaction.

She was puzzled: "What do you mean?"

"You have been confessed. In our freshman year."

"what?"

"On the day you returned to China, I saw a text message on your mobile phone in the basketball hall."

After he reminded her, she suddenly realized: "I remember that you returned my mobile phone to me the next day, right? Was that time?"

His complexion is not very good: "That's right."

She smiled: "And then?"

"What then?"

"Don't tell me you stole my phone all night and didn't do anything."

Facing her joking accusation, Akashi just glanced at her indifferently, without concealing it: "I answered that confession letter for you."

"What did you write?" Her long-lost curiosity was aroused at that moment, and she also asked this question with a sense of eagerness.

Akashi took her hand, walked ten steps in silence, and then spit out two words——

--"secret."

The author has something to say:. . .Are you intimidated by the title?This is written to satisfy my own bad taste of "and you, yes, it's you!!!"~

"Pseudo" rival in love is so fun~~~(￣▽￣)~~~

But, let's see, it got clicked within a chapter, right? "Actually, it's within a certain distance... the distant eye"

. . .Well, that can't be regarded as a rival at all. . . "lament"

Important news: Because the symphony orchestra will perform on "03.29" this Saturday, there will be practice every day this week!So update or something. . .It should be, there is no other way. "I'm sorry! ! ! 』

When it comes to practice, my viola buddies are so mean!Last Saturday's practice they all released me from the plane! ! "Originally there were only four people" I played by myself or something. . .Can't do it! ! !Mozart I hate you! ! ! "cry to death"

Put this chapter up first, and I will come back later to correct the typo.That's it~

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