Trapped in the sunset

Wei Young's mood now is unprecedentedly peaceful.

Lying flat on the deserted lawn, feeling the tender, not sticky grass beneath me, listening to the unique chirping of birds in spring, and enjoying the warm spring breeze blowing from time to time, all these things have changed for these days It is the best "therapy" for her who is getting more and more busy.His silver-gray eyes reflected the blue sky, and his thoughts gradually drifted away when no one disturbed him.

Silently lamenting the rare Saturday when she was free, Wei Young reached out to touch the piano box beside her, lowered her eyes and recalled the symphony orchestra practice that just ended an hour ago.

It has been nearly a month and a half since passing the selection and formally joining the Kyoto Youth Symphony Orchestra.Although she could not claim to have integrated into the big group during this period, she had managed to find a few "groupmates" who could get along; this situation was far more difficult for her than at school The situation has improved several times.Thinking of this, the eyes hidden behind the eyelids dimmed.

Maybe it was her rejection at the beginning of the semester, after which a wall was erected between her and her classmates.Not to mention the classmates who were in the same class last semester, now even the new classmates are a little respectful of her.But then she thought of Ai Harada, her childhood playmates far away in Tokyo, the group of teenagers and girls who accepted her in the Miracle Generation, the girl Anne who would occasionally make phone calls across the ocean, and Luo The group of "distinctive" three-year finalists in the mountain basketball club thought of her tablemate——Wei Young's mouth raised a smile, she should actually be content.What did other people do to her?As long as the people she cares about also care about her.real.

The originally audible voice gradually faded away, replaced by her own heartbeat.One by one, calm and regular.

Then before she knew it, she fell asleep.

. . .

Akashi Seijuro was not one to hang out on Thursday—no, perhaps it would be more accurate to say he was not one to hang out at all.Except for the few times in junior high school when he was dragged to participate in the so-called basketball club opportunities - Kise Ryota and Momoi Mayzuki's mastermind - the rest of the time he was either helping his father with some cases at home or training at school , dealing with the affairs of the student union, and going horseback riding at the racecourse.

Of course, the above report is before he met Haiyin Temple Weiyang.

Just thinking of that girl, the red and golden pupils that were always cold and sharp softened involuntarily.

The middle of May symbolizes the end of spring, but compared with Tokyo, where the temperature is relatively high, the climate in Kyoto is still very comfortable.Walking on the street not far from Luoshan High School, Akashi was as refreshed as if he wasn’t the one who had just finished training in the basketball club—of course, there were not many things that could make him really sweat. Playing ball is one of them.

Stopping at the intersection, Akashi thought about the girl's phone call half an hour ago, and walked towards the slightly remote road.A few days ago at school, Wei Young accidentally asked him about the relatively large bookstores in this area, especially emphasizing that the one she wanted to go to was Fan Weiguang's, but he ended up saying something to her——

—— "I'll take you there."

When he arrived at the appointed place, he didn't see the girl. He frowns slightly and looks around, and finally finds the person he's looking for under a tree not far from him.There seemed to be an emotion called helplessness in his eyes, he walked up to the girl and stood still, and the moment he saw the girl's peaceful sleeping face, he really didn't know whether he should be angry or laugh; it was her who was angry. It is her innocence that is not vigilant and laughs.One last long sigh escaped his mouth—

——"What should I do with you?"

The girl was sleeping soundly, and there was a curve around her mouth—very subtle, but obvious.She rested one hand under her head, and rested the other casually on the piano case beside her.The pure black hair spread out behind the head, gently floated up and returned to its original position with the occasional breeze.

Akashi stared at the girl silently for a while, then slowly knelt down and shook her shoulders: "Weiyang."

Her brow furrowed, and then she opened her eyes under his gaze.

. . .

In the haze, Wei Young vaguely heard a very familiar voice calling her name.

At the same time as she opened her eyes, the slightly blurred face reflected in her pupils made her mind pause for half a minute.

"Akashi-kun?"

She rubbed her eyes and sat up, suddenly looked around as if she realized something, and said in a low voice embarrassedly: "Ah, I accidentally fell asleep."

The young man said nothing, but raised his hand to pin her loose hair behind her ears, and when he withdrew his hand, he caressed her cheek as if unintentionally.

At that moment, Wei Young felt her heart skip a beat.

This kind of feeling seems to come more and more frequently recently, maybe she can ignore it the first few times it happened, but Wei Young, who is not dull at all, gradually noticed the clues when the frequency increased.That kind of feeling is a bit like Miao Su's in the novel, but when I think about it carefully, I find that the emotions she is experiencing are completely different from those in the book.

There is no "suffocation", no "losing the ability to think", no "I will die without him".

Even so, Wei Young firmly believes in one thing——

——That is, she fell in love with the boy in front of her without knowing it.

She is not a person who believes in "love at first sight", and she never thinks that her love will be vigorous, but in fact she is right.Her liking for him was so natural, she could even say it was something she never expected; after all, her original plan was to return to America after high school.

But she was not disgusted with this feeling.On the contrary, she was very glad that she fell in love with this person.

but--

—Better not to let him know.

Finally recovering, Wei Young took the hand he handed to her and stood up, meeting his concerned eyes and smiling peacefully.

"Let's go, Akashi-kun."

. . .

"So there is such a bookstore here."

Akashi looked at the girl's eyes widened in disbelief with a slight smile, and nodded to indicate that she could start looking for the book she wanted.

The bookstore he brought her to this day was a newly opened bookstore, which obviously had a better location but chose to open in a place where birds would not lay eggs.To be honest, he only found out about the existence of this store recently—thanks to the blessing of Midorima Shintaro, if it weren’t for this, someone needed his help to buy the so-called lucky item here, he really wouldn’t be able to visit it Come to this area.

This bookstore is very large, and the three-story building sells everything: from stationery to handmade supplies, from classical literature to modern popular light novels, comics, art, CDs, and music scores.This was the first thing he thought of when he first heard about the girl's request.

Glancing again at Wei Young, who had already thrown herself into the pile of books, he silently walked behind her and glanced at the book in her hand: "Chopin's etude? Don't you have something like this?"

She nodded subconsciously, shook her head again, and said, "The fingerings are different. Mr. Peterson once said that when practicing this kind of music, you should boldly try a variety of different fingerings. Different publishing houses will have more or less differences. And I need to find the one that I think is the most appropriate after trying different methods.” She glanced sideways: “By the way, Mr. Peterson is my teacher at the St. mentioned."

"It doesn't sound too bad."

"Are you commenting on the teacher or his teaching method?" Wei Young laughed: "But the teacher is really a good person, although sometimes he is a little less sensible."

"Is it the person who recommended you to participate in the piano competition last time? I remember."

She couldn't help laughing when she heard the words: "Thinking back now, the situation at that time is really funny." At that time, she was really in complete confusion.But she admitted that she was grateful for the teacher's self-assessment that time.

Wei Young, who was smiling happily, didn't notice the softness in the eyes of the boy behind her, nor did she notice that her feelings were not one-sided.

. . .

Many, many years later, Wei Young once asked Akashi: "By the way, Seijuro, did you really not know my intentions at that time?"

He looked up from the report in his hand as he was dealing with the corporate documents of the Akashi family, his face with sharp edges and corners appeared a little blurred in the afternoon light: "At that time?" He put down the pen he was holding, resting his chin on his left fist and asked back.

Sitting on a sofa in his huge office, Wei Young closed the sheet music that was spread out on her lap: "It was when you took me to that bookstore when we were in our second year of high school. Although I don't want to admit it, I Now I think my performance at that time was actually super obvious.”

He seemed to think for a while: "Well, I guessed it at that time, but I'm not sure."

"Huh?" Wei Young blinked in surprise, a little unacceptable that Akashi Seijuro would also be uncertain.

Akashi, who saw her thoughts, smiled in a low voice: "Weiyang, when a person is blinded by emotions, he will more or less ignore some very clear hints." What he said didn't give her any positive response, After throwing that sentence for her to think about it, he lowered his head again and continued with the work in front of him.

In the end, Wei Young, who understood quickly, couldn't control the corners of her lips.

At that moment, her smile was filled with indescribable happiness.

The author has something to say: So, my original plan of writing the article was completely disrupted because of the transfer procedures. . .In the next semester, I will "again" start again in a brand new place. . .It's really a little scary.After finally adapting to an environment and leaving soon, I really feel very complicated.

Really sorry for not posting for so long.

I can't really promise quick updates but I promise I'll finish this post.

Well, that's it for now. (⌒▽⌒)

PS: What should I do if I suddenly want to fall in love? ! !

PS2: But think about it, me as a college student. . .forget it. . .I can't finish my homework alone~(￣▽￣)～

☆, end

The author has something to say: Long time no see.I'm really, really sorry for making you all wait so long.

I am still studying in the United States, and I am now in my junior year (actually, I am on the verge of my sophomore and junior year, but let’s ignore these small details for now~)

There are still two years before graduation, and during this period, in addition to the usual confusion, I am more overwhelmed by the schoolwork.I often think of this article. Before writing this chapter, I tried to revisit the previous plot, but no matter what, I couldn’t find the clue of the year. . .But I don't want to just give up on this article, because this is my first article with [-] words anyway.

Maybe I will come back to write some side stories in the future, but for now, please forgive me for ending here.

Thank you for your support and patience along the way.Looking forward to seeing you in other articles (because I will never give up writing stories).

紫莺

October 2016, 9 pen

Let this sweet article be sweet all the way to the end!