August 30, early morning.

The light rain soaked the dark house, and the closed blinds were filled with the slight movement.

"Zojun, this is a painting that Hanamichi only completed yesterday. You can take a look. Can you evaluate it?"

"Ah... Thank you, thank you, Hanawa has been doing well recently... He has made many new friends, just... it is a bit difficult to communicate, but Hanawa will continue to work hard to cheer on!"

"What I ate? Today I ate chicken curry, but they all add yogurt to the curry. The taste is really strange. But Hanawa likes the afternoon dessert tea, and the chocolate mousse is delicious. I just don't know if it will gain weight."

"Zojun, it seems...isn't you very happy. Did you encounter any trouble?"

"No, no? OK...Haiwa understands..."

"Ah? Are you not chatting anymore...? Zhaojun...is going to go to bed? It's already eleven o'clock. Let's chat again in the future, goodbye..."

Uesuma stopped after the video chat and got up to pull the curtains in the room.

It was originally pitch black, with some light.

He sat back to the bed and looked at the self-portrait she gave to him on the desk.

In the painting, she has a very happy smile, her smart and tender face is full of beauty, and her two little hands in her chest are also filled with weakness.

Unfortunately, I was a little stupid. Tokyo and London are 8 hours apart. It’s just dawn in Tokyo, so how could I go to bed now?

He just felt that the more he talked, the more he missed her.

He didn't want Hanawa to see her unhappy appearance, as that would make her unable to calm down and study.

And she seems to be there...it's been pretty good...

Uesugizo pressed his phone again, staring at the time that was not turbulent on it, and felt that the rain that had been falling outside for a long time was so boring that it made people sleepy.

I felt a little sleeping again.

August 31.

Just after opening his eyes on the bed, Uesugiba was sleepy and he slowly supported himself up and stepped on the cold floor barefoot to open the blinds.

Looking up, dark clouds still hovering in the sky, wet trees rustling, and the autumn rain that washed away everything came to the city of Tokyo as usual.

He suddenly felt that this scene was familiar to him, who was standing outside the window looking into the sky, like the helpless guy in his previous life.

There was no fireworks in my previous life... there was no childhood sweetheart who could accompany me to grow up together.

If Fireworks... are just a dream for yourself...

Uesugi Sao tried hard to adapt to the days without her, but the more she felt, the more she imagined it.

The more I find that such a result makes me feel empty and my back feel cold.

It will be the same as in the previous life, and it will not be able to change the word "lostness".

Uesuma looked at the drizzle falling from the boundless sky.

Suddenly I wanted to go out for a run - this idea has been circling in my mind and I can't get rid of it no matter how I do it.

He changed into shorts in front of the closet, tied up his sneakers, and then looked at the smile of the fireworks on the desk.

Opened the door.

"Well, Azhao, what are you going to do?"

"running."

"But it's raining outside."

"It's okay, I'll be back after running around."

Uesuma Do not know what kind of demon she was possessed, so she insisted on running in a rainy day.

But there is a feeling in my heart, a feeling of wanting to work hard to cheer on.

The cloudy rain in the sky is filled with unswerving coldness.

The wet air flowed into the nasal cavity, and the cold that covered the whole body suppressed the hot body.

Along the way, sports shoes splashed again and again.

The rain wets the hair, slides down the face, and soaks the clothes.

Commercial grade, alley, traffic lights, overpasses, subway station entrances...

In these places, Uesugi Seo kept skipping the passers-by who looked at him with surprise, and ran across several streets with steady and even breathing.

The sound of rain washed my ears, and my breathing and the wetness poured into my rapid chest cavity.

The car drove through the street, and the galloping rollers pulled out bigger waves.

Uesugi Seo ignored the moment of disappearing sound and continued running against the flashing neon lights of Tokyo.

The cold rain breeze swept across his neck, and suddenly the question Mrs. Hanamaru asked him in his mind:

"What is love?"

love......

Uesuma's eyes were wet with the rain that slid down from his forehead, and his vision became blurred, and then... Her appearance and voice were reflected in his mind.

"Zojun...what do you want to eat at night?"

"Zojun...Is this good-looking?"

"Zojun, the fireworks will always be with you."

"This is the lunch box for Joe today."

"Zojun...Isn't the fireworks useless..."

"Do you...will you want fireworks?"

“Hu—Hu—”

As the rain finally stopped, Uesugi, who could not run away.

He bent over his knees with his hands and breathed violently.

The rain fell from his hair, and his brain and vision were slightly blurred due to lack of oxygen.

But he didn't hate this feeling, and his hot body and thoughts seemed to be a little excited.

Because of this look of being wet by the rain, it seems familiar.

——The self who didn't want her to cry, but secretly flipped out of the school gate and bought her a chili cola cake.

Now I think of the little girl holding the cola cake in her little hands and trying to stop her tears while eating.

Uesugi Obusa understood that she had always cared about her.

I want her to be by my side and to protect her weakness...

I wanted her to shout Brother Zhao in a weak voice...

Really...want to call her back...

But doing this...is it right...?

Uesugi Sao raised his head again and looked around with his eyes wet by the rain. He found that he had already run to a strange intersection with a 7-day convenience store next to him.

Occasionally, passersby looked at him curiously, who was wet by the rain, but he just took a curious look and quickly left.

The loneliness called rain seemed to fill the whole body, and even after just running, I couldn't suppress the chill.

Suddenly, the sound of small steps stomping on the water came from the convenience store, and a black umbrella covered his head.

"Senior..."

Hearing this slightly questionable voice, Uesugi turned his head and found that it was Chitose Mai wearing convenience store clothing.

She held the umbrella and was looking at herself in surprise.

"Student Qiansheng."

"Why are seniors here?" Seeing him standing up, Chitosei raised his umbrella a little, "And... still like this..."

“Morning jogging exercise.”

"Morning jogging exercise..." Chitose Maki was even more confused about his appearance as if he was in the water, "...I always feel that the senior seems to be in love."

Uesugi Doo found that everyone would say this, "There is no such meaning."

"But this..." Qiansui Shinichi looked at the rainy intersection, "No one would come to run in the morning on rainy days..."

"I'm the example now, proving that someone will do it, and it feels unexpectedly good."

“It’s so weird.”

The rain seemed to be heavier again, and it was thumping on the umbrella.

Ushanzhai was wet and walked out of the umbrella and prepared to return along the way he ran.

"Hey!" Qiansui Shinichi hurriedly brought an umbrella to his head, "Where are you going at senior?"

"Run home."
To be continued...