I am Saito Sayuri of the three-year trio.
I am not an outgoing girl. But that day, I still mustered up the courage to stop him who was about to leave and said: Let's go home together.
He closed the door of the suitcase, smoothed his hair hurriedly, took a deep breath, and slammed open the door of the locker room. He was standing in the soft light of the setting sun, looking at me and smiling quietly.
Hiroshi Fujisawa.
Hiroki and I are in the same class. A boy whose eyes are always bright and who don't talk much, but always catch my eyes inadvertently. What do you like about him? I may not be able to tell myself. I just like the excited expression on his face when he talks to Bai Chuan, and the sweat of concentration when he draws the bow and aims at the target.
I was waiting for him on the platform that day, with my neck tucked into a thick scarf and flipping through a small book. The wind was strong, but the tide of anticipation rose secretly. After a long, long time, his figure finally appeared at the entrance of the stairs. When he saw me, he was surprised, completely flustered. My heart jumped up instantly, and I greeted with a smile: What a coincidence, Hao Ji-jun, did the club just end?
The train traverses the field in late autumn, with the sea of grass on both sides of the railway, and occasionally tall and lonely books and trees pass by. The carriage was empty, but we stood by the narrow door, laughing at each other. I saw myself in his eyes: a thin face, a contented expression, a body swaying gently with the bumps of the train, a dark brown piano case on his right shoulder.
He asked: Like to play the violin?
Yep.
Whenever I can hear you pull it.
Yep.
The car stopped. The door opened with a bang, I went out, turned around, and smiled a little wickedly:
Hao Ji-jun, I dreamed yesterday that we went home together like this today.
door closed.
I waved goodbye to him who was stunned inside through the door glass, and I tried my best to smile.
The train carried him away gradually, I walked cautiously on the rails with my head down, quietly cheering myself up: Sayuri, well done!
Since then I got to know him and Shirakawa, and they took me to see vela sila. It was the most beautiful moment in my life. The huge white plane was parked quietly in the empty factory building. There was a little sunlight leaking from the roof on the four-bladed propeller. I turned my head and said loudly to the two boys behind me, "That's great." Aircraft! so beautiful!
My face must have been flushed with excitement at the time, and their eyes shone with the characteristic bright light of spring.
I also finally played my beloved violin on that day, in the secret base of three people, beside our dreams, and in front of the person I liked. The season when the grass grows and the warbler flies, forever engraves the traces of this moment. We agreed that in summer, when the vela sila was flying, we would go to the white giant tower on the other side of the cloud.
In the sunset and dusk, we sat on the wooden floor of the abandoned station and looked at the place at the end of the sky, and our hearts were full of warm longings. I suddenly had a hunch that I was about to lose something, turned my head to look at Haoji's focused profile, and said in my heart, I like you.
When he opened his eyes three years later
, Haoji's face was just a stone's throw away. Tears instantly blurred his vision.
It was only three years, but it seemed like centuries. I dragged my body, which was aching from loneliness, and ran in the uninhabited universe to find his warm smile; but he curled up in the vast crowd, refusing to look up to see anyone's face. There is only missing, only unstoppable missing, which is the only channel for our minds to correspond far away from the unknown time and space.
When I saw the familiar four-bladed propeller of vela sila turning in the gray sky, I finally understood the sudden premonition I had at dusk three years ago.
But, God, please, even if only for a moment, please let me tell Haoji how much I need him, how much I like him, this feeling, let me stubbornly wait in this cold world his redemption.
His hand wiped away the tears I shed, and there was a lingering pain in his eyes: Sayuri, look, this is where we agreed.
Yes, in the place we agreed, I came from another world as promised, but Hao Ji didn't know that this white giant tower, the place I dreamed of when I was young, was actually my world.
With tears in my eyes, I tried to smile the most beautiful:
Haoji, I have something very important to tell you...
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