Cherry Wings

It's like an endless sea of ​​flowers. With the gentle drizzle, the cherry petals slowly fall down and spread all over the ground before you know it. The cherry petals caressed by the raindrops are swollen with happiness. This is what Tezuka, who came after the sound of the piano, saw at this moment. Happiness. For no reason, these two words came to mind. Yes, happiness. Different from yesterday's poignancy, when Tezuka saw that boy again today, he felt this word strongly. It is Fuji playing the piano. In the white gauze tent, Fuji is leaning in Atobu's arms, with her jade fingers caressing the strings, playing a gentle and gentle sound, telling the happiness in her heart. Even though the weather was not good today, Fuji's smile in Atobe's arms was clear and clear, unlike yesterday's misty smile. Atobe's arms gently hugged Fuji, and his cheek gently rubbed Fuji's soft hair. He was no longer as domineering as yesterday. Maybe he had always been so gentle around Fuji. But that beautiful scenery of happiness was filled with pain in Tezuka's eyes. I don't know why, but I feel a little heartache at this moment. Tezuka's pupils narrowed slightly, thinking that he should leave. Fuji's eyes seemed to glance at him, affectionate and charming, as if he was the only one in those eyes. But just the next second, that feeling seemed to no longer exist. The feeling of inseparability tempted Tezuka. Only then did I realize how difficult it was to turn around and leave. Tezuka had already found out from his servants that Fuji was the musical instrument master at Atobe's house, but the servants kept silent about other things. Based on the current situation, this is definitely the closest luthier and king Tezuka has ever seen. At least the way the uncle, the previous youth king, treated the violinist, the despicable artist in his words, was extremely insulting. Since Atobe hasn't married yet, their relationship is very clear. Euphemistically, the song ends. Fragments of sunlight shine into the dense cherry blossom forest, and the thick cherry petals reflect the dazzling light. ——It's sunny! Atobe opened the gauze tent as soon as he drove the car and said, "I don't want to stay in this damn gauze tent anymore! It's suffocating!" After saying this, Labuer stood up. Fuji still had his usual smile, the white gauze was still dancing in the air, and the cherry blossoms seemed to never end. That scene was forever imprinted in Tezuka's mind: on the thick cherry blossom carpet, two teenagers were running hand in hand, the cherry blossoms sparkling cleanly, and the two teenagers seemed to be in a fairyland. At this moment, he is no longer the king, and he is no longer the piano player. They are each other's happiness. Even if you just look at the back, you will feel happy. But at this moment, Tezuka was determined to break this happiness. "Xiao Jing! I won't let you catch me! Haha!" The voice came closer. "Ah En, there's no one I can't catch!" Broke the silence in the forest. "Haha, come here then!" The figure of the boy in white appeared among the flying cherry petals. "I can't run away, I saw you!" Atobe suddenly appeared in front of Tezuka. . . Both sides were stunned! Tezuka was shocked. Oops, I was too careless. "Tezuka Kunimitsu? Why are you here?" "Does His Highness not know?" Tezuka showed no sign of weakness. "Xiao Jing? What's wrong?" Hearing the noise, Fuji rushed over. He caressed Aobe's angry body, rested his head gently on Aobe's shoulder, and looked at Tezuka with eyes clearly full of teasing. Tezuka was suddenly startled. "It's nothing, Shusuke. Someone disturbed my interest in cherry blossom viewing. Tell me... What should I do?" The tone was threatening, but Atobe's mouth raised a bright smile, as charming as cherry blossom petals. "Is he Tezuka Kunimitsu?" Fuji looked up at Atobe. "Arn." Fuji let go of the arm holding Atobe and bowed slightly to Tezuka, "I'm glad to meet you, Lord Tezuka." Tezuka was stunned. This move undoubtedly angered Atobe even more. Sure enough, Atobe frowned, "Shusuke! What are you doing?" Seeing that the situation was not going well, Tezuka blurted out almost without thinking: "It's my fault for interfering with the elegance of the two adults. I don't blame Fuji." "Fuji?" Atobe looked at Tezuka, "How did you know his name?" Atobe's anger became more and more obvious. Tezuka was speechless and glanced at Fuji secretly, but was surprised to find that Fuji was smiling! With a weird smile - Tezuka was shocked again. The next day, before dawn, Tezuka heard an urgent knock on the door outside. Who could it be? In order to "protect" Tezuka, Atobe specially sent many people to guard him outside the house, but none of those people bothered him, and they seemed like irrelevant people. What's more, it's so early—— Without any time to think, Tezuka immediately put on his clothes and went down to open the door. But Tezuka never expected that the person coming would be Fuji! The next day, before dawn, Tezuka heard an urgent knock on the door outside. Who could it be? In order to "protect" Tezuka, Atobe specially sent many people to guard him outside the house, but none of those people bothered him, and they seemed like irrelevant people. What's more, it's so early—— Without any time to think, Tezuka immediately put on his clothes and went down to open the door. But Tezuka never expected that the person coming would be Fuji! Fuji was still dressed in white, but it was not as gorgeous as yesterday. It was simple and clean, and the thin clothes clung to his body. He glanced inside the house and then outside, then suddenly grabbed Tezuka's hand, "Are you coming with me?" Seeing Tezuka's blank eyes, he eagerly added: "Don't get me wrong, I'm not here to harm you! Do you know, you angered Xiaojing, he bit you and punished you regardless of the consequences, don't stay here anymore! I want to take you away!" Fuji looked at Tezuka sincerely. The sudden and strong consensus shocked Tezuka's soul. Fuji's eager tone, concerned eyes, crimson cheeks, and fluttering hair. . . . . . Tezuka couldn't help but think more about it, as if the serious young man in front of him was the person he wanted to protect throughout his life, and he would go with him regardless of everything! Fuji walked carefully down the corridor holding Tezuka. It turned out that we had already been stunned by Fuji and fell to the ground. At the end of the corridor is the cherry grove. And the cherry blossoms, which were as brilliant as the haze in heaven yesterday, have all fallen away in just one night. Is it because all life was released yesterday? Tezuka felt inexplicably desolate. Fuji grabbed Tezuka and stepped on the withered cherry blossom petals. Fuji's fingers were as cold as a morning dance. Tezuka suddenly remembered something. . . Bad feeling. . . He looked at Fuji, who only had a misty smile in his eyes. At that moment, Tezuka stepped into the hardened trap. "Ah————!" It has been a month since Fuji took him away that day. It has been a month since he saw Fuji. Tezuka was sitting at the end of the corridor, looking at the withered cherry blossom forest. The warm spring breeze blew, but Tezuka felt desolate in his heart. In the past month, Atobe, who had placed him under house arrest here, never came to take care of him again, including the time when he fell into the Sakura trap when Fuji took him away last time. Finally, the guards took him back to the house, but Atobe did not show up. And Tezuka became more and more uneasy. Did he have to stay here for the rest of his life? Lifetime. . . Tezuka sighed At this moment, I really want to spend a lifetime with Fuji. Non-duality. . . A name that lingers in my mind. We haven't seen each other for a month, but not only have we not forgotten, but we miss her even more intensely. What about Fuji only to himself? Tezuka couldn't think of an answer to this question. But he fell into deeper thinking - he became a young king, and then he accepted Atobe's invitation, and then met Fuji. . . Fall in love with Fuji. . . It seems that he became the King of Youth just to meet Fuji. . . . . . Just to meet. . . Maybe it's just like what the boy who commanded the emperor's ship said: everything is fate. . .