Even if Huang Liji knows it well, no matter how many cherry blossom feasts there are in Jeonju, they can't compare with the cherry blossoms in Tokyo and Osaka every March during the Cherry Blossom Festival, where the cherry blossoms all over the sky linger around the whole world like a pale red cloud.

Putting aside those past memories, she turned her eyes to the window. The North Tower covered with a layer of clouds was really beautiful, so she took out her mobile phone and pressed the shutter button to the sky outside the window.

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At this moment, dusk has arrived at the other end of the north building.

The October cherry blossoms outside the classroom swayed in the dusk.

The bright flowers and the red sunset were clearly reflected in Huang Lizhi's pupils that gradually changed color in the light.

No one would know that after returning to China, Huang Lizhi used a pack of cherry blossom seeds he bought in Tokyo and quietly scattered them outside a wall in the evening after school when no one saw them, and was circled by the school garden workers.

within the soil.

Half a year later, the seeds sprouted as expected.

A row of cherry blossom trees suddenly grew, and the school's senior officials were excited but also confused.

After that, Huang Lizhi went directly to the office and frankly confessed the fact that he had planted the seeds in front of the teachers.

Thank God those cherry blossom trees were not transplanted elsewhere.

At this time, a strong wind blew down from the height of the North Tower.

The pink and white petals fall from the branches of the October cherry blossoms and rise instantly.

"Look...does this fall like snow?"

The petals fell one after another, and a delicate and soft whisper sounded immediately.

The pupils that originally reflected the scenery were instantly covered by the broad back of the light blue kimono.

Huang Lizhi stretched out his hand toward the window. Only at this moment could he feel strongly that the cherry blossoms came to life.

The last time I experienced this kind of scene, it happened in 2012 on the roadside in front of the library where I first met and talked with Takiichi in Tokyo.

Men and women from two countries each carried black schoolbags and walked under the sparsely populated moonlight.

I originally decided to stay in the library for an hour or two and then leave.

But in the end, because of my curiosity and attraction to him, when I walked out of the first floor of the library holding the rented books, it was half an hour before the library closed in the evening.

It happened to be spring at that time.

Huang Lizhi often wonders what the difference between autumn and spring is.

They all have the same temperature, often continuous rain, or the pure light of the sun shining on the earth.

If you don’t count the yellow and dry leaves sometimes seen falling from unknown trees planted on the roadside, or if these fallen leaves on the ground are replaced by a deep yellow blanket with pink cherry blossom petals,

Whether it is spring or autumn, you will hear a "creak" sound when walking on it.

Even with the most careful steps, the weight of the human body will still squeeze the leaves that have lost water to the point of fragmentation.

When I heard this sentence from his mouth for the first time, the two rows of cherry blossom trees on the road suddenly fluttered with numerous petals like frightened birds.

They floated or fell in silent gestures, and countless faint fragrances rushed into their nostrils.

Then it flows from the brain to all corners of the limbs.

For the first time in my life, I experienced the comfort of being healed by the fragrance of cherry blossoms, and my soul was sublimated.

That night in Tokyo, the sky was not pure black.

Even without the illumination of street lights, the stars shining in the sky and the tall buildings towering in the distance...

There are also the passenger planes that occasionally float slowly from an altitude of 10,000 meters with warning lights flashing, which infinitely adds a bit of strange color to the sky drive there.

In a quiet corner away from the hustle and bustle of the city center, Huang Lizhi walked side by side with Takiichi, who had spent less than half a day talking to each other, and the words they had exchanged were no more than a middle school student's essay.

It was strange that the two people did not confide to each other where they would go, but in the end she returned to the hospital smoothly.

As a stranger, he showed his kindness and grace in this world extremely perfectly under that silent escort.

When I arrived at the entrance of the hospital, I saw people coming and going and ambulances constantly coming in and out.

Huang Lizhi turned around and looked at Taki who was standing in the figure, but immediately after that, before he could say the words "Thank you for sending me back", he turned around and left.

Perhaps his obligation to himself came to an end at that moment.

Although the whistles of the Kintetsu Kyoto Line and the Shinkansen trains are heard in the distance, you only need to raise your head to see the carriages with light yellow lights on the overpass in the distance.

passed by before my eyes.

But at that time, except for his leaving figure, everything around him was blurry in Huang Lizhi's eyes.

When he appeared, the cherry blossoms fell, and the fragrance of the petals merged with the smell of his body.

When he left, Huang Lizhi could feel the flow of the wind and the chirping of birds.

These seemed to have become his foil at that time.

Really, any moment you spend with him is like a movie scene with various filters added to it.

So that every time I think about it later, I will carefully remember what happened in every frame and every second.

Including his eyes, when he makes any expression on his cheeks, take it out and savor the curvature of his skin.

Like a movie that has been tagged as a "classic", if you watch it over and over again at any time, you will have an unusual feeling every time.

This was the feeling that Longyi gave to Huang Lizhi.

So at that moment, I saw that the palm of my hand was like a whirlpool for those falling petals.

More and more of them began to cover the palm of his hand, and Huang Lizhi showed an elegant smile after a long absence.

It's like him, when he is in a good mood, he will unconsciously curl up the corners of his mouth, but his pupils will not narrow in response to the smile.

Only those eyes will shine with an even more dazzling brightness than before.

Immediately afterwards, a strong wind came up.

Blow away all the petals that had piled up into a small mountain on the palm of Huang Lizhi's hand.

The sudden strong wind made Huang Lizhi feel very annoyed.

Sure enough, the naive idea of ​​re-simulating and recreating the scene at that time is difficult to realize.

Even if you can create a scene that is exactly the same as that time, without the presence of the most important person, it will eventually lose its soul and become uninteresting.

Face your palm downwards, turn it over and tilt it, and at the same time, the last petal on the fate line loses its support and slowly falls to the window sill.

To this day, she still can't forget the long figure reflected on the ground every time or in the afterglow of evening.

Or the scene of him taking himself back to the hospital under the moonlit night, then turning around and leaving alone.

Whenever he witnessed something like that happen, Huang Lizhi felt that he would feel a sense of loneliness from Taki Yi's back that was completely inconsistent with that age, or that it should not be experienced.

Yes...I almost forgot, he hadn't broken up with Sakura at that time.

You will hear this name from his mouth almost every day in conversations, and he can show a hint of "cold", "unhuman" and "decisive" rejection to all the girls around him who confess to him.
Chapter completed!