Net King: Edogawa Sakuraichi

Chapter 107 Meeting

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The door was slammed open by Ying Yi from the inside. Under the warm yellow light, the young man's elegant face came into view, and his dark red pupils narrowed dangerously. "Why are you? Where's Butler Kimura?"

The lights in the bedroom were much brighter than those in the corridor, making Yingyi, whose back was facing the bedroom, covered with a faint mist, hazy and warm.

Silver-white hair with a faint blue light hung down long at the waist, and a light water stain was cut on the clothes. It seemed that he had just taken a bath not long ago.

"Your honey water."

Buer's soft voice spoke slowly, and his eyes fell on her neck. The thin necklace was shining with crystal light under the warm light, and then stopped abruptly on the black button. The thin lips were slightly hooked, stiff The lines of the book are gradually softened, and the depths of the heart are quietly soft.

However, when he saw the girl's bare feet stepping on the ground, he frowned slightly, "Sakura, do you need slippers?"

"No need." Sakura said to him viciously, glanced at the honey water in the tray, took it over, and then slammed the door shut.

Due to the excessive force, there was a gust of wind, which made Buer's chestnut hair flutter a few times, and the clothes also made a rattling sound, and the wavy line swam quickly on the collar, and then stopped slowly.

"Sakura..." Buer murmured softly, under the illumination of the light, he took a step forward and approached Yingyi's bedroom door, and slowly stretched out his left hand to lightly touch the door.

The black silhouette was cast on the place where the hand and the door meet, and the subtle coldness was transmitted from the light yellow|colored door to the palm of his hand, but this kind of coldness did not make him feel cold.

Instead, there was a slight warmth, because he clearly felt that the opposite of the door was where Ying Yi was.

Sakura didn't leave, but stood quietly behind the door, looking at the closed door in front of her, her thoughts gradually drifted away.

The boy's soft voice was still lingering in her ears, soft and faint, making her feel very warm, and the honey water in her left hand was still emitting a little bit of white gas.

A subtle sweet fragrance bloomed from it, permeating the entire bedroom, and the right hand unknowingly stretched out, and gently pressed against the door.

Two people stand facing each other, but there is a door in the middle. Close your eyes, your thoughts are flying, and you describe it with your heart. It seems that you can feel the heartbeat and breathing of each other, just like a river flowing quietly, flowing into life, Through the wind and dust.

Through the years, gently, gently, flowing, I don’t know if it’s a coincidence, the two hands pressed on the same point, if this door disappears, the two hands will be tightly held Together.

"Can I ask you a question?" The boy took a deep breath, and gently pressed his forehead against the door.

"Eh." Sakura said indifferently, took a sip of the cup with her left hand, the fragrance of honey permeated her taste buds instantly, neither sweet nor light, but she still easily noticed the difference from the past, just like the door The foreign boy's tone was somewhat cautious.

"Sakuraichi...what's the relationship with Tezuka?"

Buer's heart suddenly lightened, and he finally asked the question.

Now he is both excited and scared. What is excited is that he asked the question and no longer endures such painful torture; what is afraid is that what Yingyi said is not the answer he wants, and that the result is that he cannot accept it. mortal wounds endured.

Waiting is tormenting, like a white dream, settling in the deepest part of the coffee cup, melting away minute by minute.

However, there was endless silence on the other side of the door, so silent that the fingertips of his hand holding the tray gradually turned white, and the soft smile on his face could no longer help turning pale.

In the end, he took a deep breath and forced himself to smile, "Hey, Sakuraichi, it's okay if you don't say it..."

"Friend." Behind the door, the indifferent words interrupted his words, and then paused, as if thinking about how to word, after a while, he continued: "Ordinary friends, before only limited to mobile phones call."

"That's it~"

Buer turned around and leaned against the door with his head up, his face as elegant as the wind bloomed quietly on his face, like the cherry blossoms in April, quiet and indifferent, the throbbing heartbeat rang softly in his ears, one by one, It brought a touch of warmth to surround him little by little, his left foot slightly bent, and he said shallowly, "Sakura, can you play a piece of piano music?"

Sakura closed her eyelids, and turned her head to look at the white grand piano placed on the balcony. The cool wind was blowing in from the open window behind the piano, and the lavender curtains fluttered gently, sweeping across the piano and standing up. The cover of the piano was covered with light purple arcs flying all over the ground.

With bare feet, Sakuraichi sat in front of the piano, put down the cup in her hand, and gently opened the cover of the keys. The black and white keys came into view instantly, and a faint light reflected from them, but Not at all glaring.

Take a deep breath, adjust your breathing, move your ten fingers slightly, and the crisp monosyllable jumps out instantly, and then, the slender ten fingers slowly dance on the keys, and the tadpole-like notes slowly slide out from the fingertips .

The sound of the piano is clear and crisp, and the melodious and gentle chapters are connected together along the jump of the notes. It is clear, soft and elegant, just like the cool wind in late summer, taking away the scorching impetuousness and washing away the chaotic mood.

hear the winter leave
I wake up in a certain month

i think i wait i look forward to

The future cannot be arranged accordingly

Cloudy evening car window

There is someone waiting in the future

look left right

Love has to turn a few corners to come
What kind of dialogue will I meet whoever I meet

The person I'm waiting for is how far into the future

I hear the wind from the subway and the sea of ​​people

I stand in line holding the number plate of love

Bu Er stood quietly at the door, listening to Ying Yi's singing, some thoughts gradually became misty, so close, and so far away, like wisps of dark fragrance falling in the wind, which can be smelled but never touched arrive!Just like the encounter of souls, it can always arouse the resonance of two hearts.

Tonight, I don't know if she can understand his thoughts. He knows that even if she is silent, he can still understand her heart.

The wind blows gently, and the unique fragrance of late spring and early summer wafts in the thin cool air. The chestnut hair slides down a slight arc when the wind blows, and then fades until it disappears...

Cloudy evening car window

There is someone waiting in the future

look left right

Love has to turn a few corners to come
What kind of dialogue will I meet whoever I meet

The person I'm waiting for is how far into the future

I hear the wind from the subway and the sea of ​​people

I stand in line holding the number plate of love

I fly forward across a sea of ​​time
We are also often hurt in love

I see the entrance of Lumeng is a bit narrow
I met you is the most beautiful accident
One day my mystery will be revealed
"Encounter - Stefanie Sun"

Listening to her faint singing alone, staring out the window, the drizzle is slightly rippling, cool and dense, quiet and peaceful, keeping the peace in my heart, and stretching all my thoughts in the ethereal and elegant melody.

Her hazy figure appeared in my mind, carefully preserving her lingering smile, making my heart feel like still water, silently interpreting the mood of the music, a little bit of elegance, warmth and coziness!
The music takes a break, and the years pass by, and the years are peaceful and quiet...

In the dead of night, a faint ray of light penetrated into the room through the window, and sprinkled a little light on the ground. The young man rested his head in one hand, and held his mobile phone in the other. Looking at the desktop of the mobile phone, an elegant and windy smile bloomed at the corner of his mouth, " Sakura...you are mine."

(End of this chapter)