Touched by a ghost, I choose death

As he grew older, Yukimura became accustomed to being able to vaguely see other strange things.From the surprise and panic at the beginning, to now I am happy.

For example, when he went home with his friend Sanada in the evening, he squinted his eyes and smiled brightly when he saw an unknown object drifting behind him.

"What's wrong, Yukimura?" Sanada looked at this expression, feeling a little nervous.

The two are childhood sweethearts to a certain extent. Although he can't say that he understands him 100%, he has a general understanding of his personality.The brighter Yukimura's smile was, the less good it was.But out of curiosity and respect, he still asked.

"It's nothing, it's just..." Yukimura paused, seeing that Sanada was listening to him very seriously, he couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth, "There's something behind you."

The street lamps at night exude a cool light, the streets are sparsely populated, the twilight is thick, and a gust of wind blows through, making it even more bleak.

Sanada felt something scratching his back, his face darkened immediately, suppressing the panic in his heart, he turned his head suddenly, only to find that there was nothing behind him, the illusion just now was probably just the wind's teasing.

"Too slack!" The roar echoed throughout the street.

"Ahem, it's not good to disturb the people." Yukimura sniggered aside.

Back home, Yukimura put down his bag, and before he could change into his home clothes, he heard a familiar female voice.

"It's getting worse and worse. I know how to bully honest people all day long."

He responded with a bright smile: "That also requires the cooperation of my sister."

"Hey, my younger brother is really getting more and more immature. It's really difficult to be an older sister." The girl shook her head with a look of helplessness.

"Did you know? In fact, the one that landed first was the young one." Yukimura replied with a smile of "It's terrible to be uneducated".

This is what he saw in the biological book, which said that the twin that came out first should be the younger one.Because in the mother's womb, the embryo that combines first is at the top, and the embryo that combines later is at the bottom. Therefore, the embryo that combines later is born first during natural childbirth, and after birth, it will be physically or mentally smaller.

"It's a matter of convention to be born first and grow older." The girl chuckled lightly, but there was an air of unwillingness to show weakness in her words.

Looking at the proud smile of the girl in front of him, Yukimura felt soft in his heart.

In fact, he would rather be her younger brother than her elder brother, because in this way he can receive more benefits.He enjoys this feeling of being included very much, which is different from the pampering of the elders to the younger generation and among peers, which is another feeling.

Having tasted the sweetness, after having his biological sister, he treated her doubly well and became a model brother in his mouth.It's not like Liu Sheng's kind of sister-control madman, he just wants to pass on this kind of warmth.

At the beginning of Xiaosheng, Yukimura was admitted to the best high school attached to Lihai University in the local area.

Even in Lihai University where there are many masters, Yukimura quickly stood out with his own ability.The excellent grades made the teachers and classmates surrender, and he got the position of the head of the tennis department in the first grade. His strong strength and aura made the seniors obey his orders.

Such an excellent man, in fact, is a kind person in front of his classmates. He does not put on the airs of a top student, and is willing to lend a helping hand when he has difficulties.

He is like a person who is born with a halo on his head. You only need to look at him to notice that he is different, and to respect him from the bottom of your heart, and this feeling becomes stronger as you get to know him better.

However, if you are a caring person, you will definitely find that he is close to everyone.

"Jingshi seems to have built an invisible wall around him, making it difficult for people to get close." This is Liu Lian'er's evaluation of him after getting to know him well, using his usual tone of literary youth.

"Yukimura, I don't know what he's thinking at all, puff." This was Nioh Masaharu's teasing words, obviously this sentence also applies to himself.

Yukimura did not deny his teammates' evaluation of him, but lamented that they knew him to a certain extent.He is very aware that he seems to be social on the surface, but inwardly he is insensitive to these group activities.

If you want to be self-reliant among all living beings, you must know how to make your loneliness acceptable to everyone.

He knows that he is different, and this is not the kind of arrogant thinking that the second disease has.

He can see things that others cannot see, but this alone must never be shared with others.Because of the skills he is proud of, he can only be a monster in the eyes of others.

He often thought that without his sister's company, his state of mind would never be as calm as water.Probably in a state of panic and restlessness all day long, and then extremely repulsive and disgusted with his special skills.

Just because he's not alone, there's no need for him to share this feeling with anyone else.

At that time, he never thought that she would leave one day.

At lunchtime, Yukimura sat on a wicker chair in the garden of the gardening department, leisurely eating the bento prepared by his mother.

"Jingshi also needs to make more friends." The girl casually mentioned this while fiddling with the pot picks.

"I think it's enough for now." Yukimura smiled indifferently.

He has always felt that friends do not rely on quantity but on quality, and Sanada and the tennis club are probably enough.But it wouldn't be too much to say that he is very familiar with the main players in the tennis department.He almost never participates in their offline activities, for example, Marui and the others always go to dessert shops, or video game malls, and of course the most important thing is that he doesn't like these places.

"I mean here," she paused, pointing to her chest, "Jingshi's heart has never let go."

Yukimura was rarely silent.

There seemed to be a hard shell in his heart, and very few people could break it and break in.

She is the person who understands him best in this world, should she be called twins?

After a while, he raised the corners of his mouth: "Isn't this very good?"

It doesn't matter if other people understand him or not, as long as you understand him.He murmured in his heart.

What responded to him was a pair of blue-purple eyes full of worry.

Everything changed in my sophomore year.After returning from an exchange in China, he suddenly collapsed at the station.

For him who loves tennis, not having a healthy body is undoubtedly a bad news.

A person who has been in the clouds suddenly fell and fell into a dark swamp, unable to turn over.It's like a sailboat sailing smoothly on the sea was suddenly broken by the wind, struggling and tossing in the boundless sea, seemingly unable to escape the fate of sinking to the bottom of the sea.

After the hospital, when Yukimura felt truly alone, he realized how self-righteous he is normally.

He used to always be the best among the crowd, even if he was not too close to others, but everyone obeyed him sincerely and agreed with him, he was like the existence of stars and moons.

He once regarded his self-righteous arrogance as enjoying loneliness, but now it seems too ridiculous.

After arriving at the hospital, teachers and classmates came to express condolences and concern at first.The class first organized the class committee to visit together.There are also many girls who admire him, and they even form a group to send flowers together, which seems so disharmonious.And people from the tennis club came to accompany him every now and then.

The table in his ward has always been filled with condolences, and the flowers in the vase have never withered.

After the family was busy with him every day, his mother even asked for leave from the company to take care of his daily life full-time.And the younger sister who always hated the hospital ran to the ward after school.

These warmths are probably a rare touch of warmth in the ward, healing his scarred heart that fell to the bottom of the valley.

However, as time went by, the number of visiting students gradually decreased, and finally Sanada was the only one who would come regularly every week, and the main candidates of the tennis club agreed to meet once a month.After his condition stabilized, his family members handed him over to doctors and nurses with peace of mind, and his mother returned to work normally.

Everyone is an independent planet, and the rhythm of revolution and rotation will not stop due to the stagnation of other planets.

In this world, everyone has their own life.A person's frustration only makes people stay for a while.But in the long run, the pace of progress will never be held back by one person.

The plain tones of the hospital once made him feel that he was in a vast white ice field, and he was the only one in the vastness of the world. No matter how much he shouted, no one responded.

Smelling the pungent smell of disinfectant, sometimes he even has dark thoughts: If he leaves, the people around him must be sad at first, but the wound will always heal with the passage of time, and he will end up with others gradually faded in my memory.One day, he will also be mentioned with a smile in the after-dinner chat.

The only consolation is the company of my sister.

She would tell him a lot of jokes. In fact, he didn't think it was funny at all, but he would also laugh "hehe" along with her. Watching the other party's laughter tremble, a warm current slowly moistened him Cold heart.

Looking at her forced smile, he instantly understood her distress in his heart.This is where she left, and she should have repelled it, but because of him, she stepped into this forbidden place again.

In his spare time, he would paint with a pen, and she would lie beside him, quietly watching his every move.

If you add warm sunshine, lazy cats, and bright flowers, it will be nothing more than that.

Although there are only white sheets and the pungent smell of disinfectant here, this is probably a rare ray of light through the gloom.

Just when he was about to accept the fact that he was ill and decided to face the serious illness positively, she chose to break this rare peace.

The nightmare came again and pushed things to the point of no return.

Until now, he has long been discharged from the hospital, but he still deeply remembers her sad and broken eyes and her heartbreaking words.

"Jingshi, goodbye."