Read the first
time and then the second time. . .
The soothing music sounded, and the relatives outside the window gradually drifted away. Although I couldn't see the heroine's face, I seemed to feel her little reluctance and a little longing. She was finally going to the place she had always wanted to be - Tokyo, Musashino. There is the person she loves there, she is the driving force for him to study hard, and at this moment she is slowly approaching him, little by little, the dream is about to come true.
Tokyo in April is beautiful, with cherry blossoms flying all over the sky, a married bride, warm sunshine, everything looks happy. And for Uzuki, perhaps there is nothing happier than being in the same university with the person she loves.
She knew the bookstore he was in. She went to the bookstore time and time again, just to see him, again and again, just looking at him from a distance, and finally she had a conversation with him. In the quiet bookstore, it was only she and him. He said: Are you studying at North District High School? He said: By the way, you are one level lower than me. At this moment, the two were no longer strangers, and it seemed that an invisible thread finally pulled them together. When he heard that she was also at Musashino University, he said: What a coincidence.
Such a coincidence, yes, it was a coincidence that she studied hard for him. She had been studying hard for the exam all summer, she knew from the book brought by her friend that he worked in the bookstore, he knew about his university, and she read Musashino over and over again, Musashino, the second half of her high school dedicated to her To Musashino. How would he feel if one day he knew that there was such a girl who had spent so much effort in order to go to the same university as him, just to create such a coincidence? However, he doesn't have to know. This is a little secret that belongs to Uzuki alone.
So what about us? Is there such a secret that only belongs to him? It's a secret about him, but he doesn't need to know it.
Two summers ago, I did not know from whom I learned that he was going back to school to defend his thesis. I inquired about the teaching building of their college, and then searched for his name classroom by classroom. When I reached the fourth floor, I finally saw his name on the square piece of paper. Excited, but pretending to be nothing on the surface. I hid at the corner of the teaching building, waiting for him to come, but in the end he didn't show up, the memory just came here, but I can't remember what happened next.
Later, I learned about the unit where he works through a friend. In the hot summer, I stood in the corner of the downstairs of their unit and waited for him to appear. After a few hours, he finally came out, but I didn't have the courage to stop him. He hurried past, so satisfied, so excited. How I got back next, I can't remember, I don't know why. Maybe, because I was overwhelmed at the time.
Uzuki rode a bicycle through the rain, walked out of the bookstore, went back to borrow an umbrella, and then took the bright red and slightly broken umbrella. Facing his beloved, she was overwhelmed. One day when she recalls all this, will she be like me? I can't remember everything that happened next. The only thing I remember is that moment, that exciting moment.
Once, I also thought about going to his city, going to the place where he works, and creating a coincidence like Uzuki, and then he would say: Did you also graduate from a certain university? He would also say: "It's really a coincidence. Then I laughed to myself: it was indeed a coincidence, a coincidence that I had worked so hard to achieve. But, I won't tell him the truth, it's my little secret, about you, but you don't have to know it.
But in the end, I gave up.
So, I can't stand in the splendid rain like Uzuki and say to myself, "If this is really a miracle, I would say, it is a miracle of love"
If one day, you say to someone, right? What a coincidence! Could it be such a coincidence?
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