The king of crossing the net relies on you

Chapter 145

Absolutely not!

Tezuka looked at the whiteness around him, and frowned slightly.

Why are you here again, will you meet that person again this time?Thinking of this, he looked around, and the fog seemed to be less than when he came last time.

Tezuka pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose, squinted his eyes and tried to see the surrounding environment clearly, but no matter how hard he tried, he could only see the outlines of the buildings hidden in the fog.

Maybe walking forward can see it more clearly.

After making up his mind, Tezuka walked towards a certain building that was suspected to be a residence without hesitation.

After he walked in, Tezuka realized that the so-called building was just two houses made of bamboo, surrounded by a half-person-high fence, and a few pear trees were planted in the not-so-spacious courtyard. At this time, the pear tree was covered with white pear blossoms, and a breeze blew by, and the petals on the tree slowly floated over the fence and fell on Tezuka's shoulder.

Tezuka looked at the pear tree, and the scene under the pear tree in the stage play appeared in his mind.

Raise your hand and push open the small gate of the fence, slowly step into the courtyard, and look up at the white pear blossoms.

The scene of a man in green robe playing the piano and a woman in red dancing appeared in his mind.

who are they?
Tezuka closed his eyes, trying hard to recall the appearance of the man in green robe and the woman in red, but all efforts were so futile.

He opened his eyes, turned around slowly, looked at the half-covered door of the bamboo house, walked to the front of the bamboo house after a little thought, and gently opened the door, only to see a white-haired woman sitting there with her back to the door.

"You came."

Seeing someone inside, Tezuka was slightly taken aback, "Excuse me."

"It's still the same here."

"So?" Tezuka frowned slightly. At this moment, he could tell that this white-haired woman was the one he met last time. This white hair reminded him of Long Xiaoxi's appearance when her hair was white.

"Hehe... I forgot that you don't remember anymore."

"Sorry." Tezuka looked at the whole bamboo house and found that the furnishings inside were very simple. When he saw the paintings hanging on the wall, he was taken aback again.

"Perhaps I should be the one to say sorry." The woman stood up, walked towards the painting hanging on the wall, raised her hand to gently stroke the person in the painting, and muttered to herself, "I know you will forget it because of that." All things, but I still refuse to give up, I still hold such a glimmer of hope, I hope that when you come here, you can think of everything in the past, am I really too greedy?"

"What does that refer to?" Tezuka looked at the woman's back, frowning slightly.

"It doesn't matter what it is."

"please tell me!"

"You want to know that much!" The woman paused as she stroked the hand on the screen.

"Yes!" Tezuka said firmly, "And who is the person in that painting, please tell me too."

"Hehe..." The woman smiled, "Do you see the portrait I painted? If I told you it was you, would you believe it?"

Tezuka looked at the man in the green robe who looked exactly like himself in the painting, and for a moment didn't know how to answer.

"If you don't speak, I will take it as your acquiescence."

"Who are you!"

"Didn't you not see me clearly last time?" The woman turned around slowly, "What about this time?"

As the woman turned around, Tezuka's fists clenched unconsciously, and his heart was also moving more violently than ever before. It seemed that all the answers to the mystery were about to be revealed.Who knows...

"Crack!" The door was pushed open by someone, "Demon girl, go to hell!" I saw a figure knocking Tezuka away, and quickly flew towards the woman in white.

"Danger!" Tezuka couldn't stop him, and just watched helplessly as the figure stabbed the sharp weapon into the back of the woman in white.

"Go to die too." The figure pulled out the sharp weapon from the woman, turned around and rushed towards Tezuka, he couldn't dodge in time, the sharp weapon was deeply pierced into the chest...

"Ah!" Tezuka suddenly opened his eyes, and couldn't help putting his hands on his chest.Is it a dream?But why is it so real, the tingling pain in the chest seems to be still there, is this really just a dream?
Thinking of that woman's words, Tezuka frowned.

The person in the painting is me, and that woman drew it, but why I don't have any impression of her at all.

Tezuka squinted his head sideways and looked at the slightly white sky through the curtains. What exactly did he forget? Next time he meets that person, he must ask clearly.But... will there be another dream?
How careless!To think of such an unrealistic thing!
Tezuka withdrew his gaze from looking out, lifted the thin quilt, sat up, picked up his glasses from the small table beside the bed, put them on, and slowly got out of bed.

"So early?" Buer on the other bed also opened his eyes, sat up, looked at the white sky outside, "going for a run."

"Ah."

"Tezuka really does not forget to exercise while traveling." Fuji got off the bed and looked at him with a smile, "It seems that I have to work hard, or I will be thrown farther by you."

"Ah." Tezuka picked up his clothes and walked into the bathroom of the guest room to wash.

Compared with the hustle and bustle at night, Lijiang Ancient Town is quiet in the morning, so quiet that people can't bear to break it.Suddenly, there was the sound of regular footsteps. Following the direction of the sound, two teenagers appeared on the other side of the stone road under the morning sun. They ran side by side at a leisurely pace.

The flaxen-haired boy turned his head to look at the person next to him, narrowed his eyebrows and raised the corners of his mouth: "Hey, Tezuka."

"Huh?" Tezuka turned his head and glanced at Fuji, frowning slightly, "Is there something wrong?"

"You can't go on like this."

"This is my own business!" Tezuka withdrew his gaze and looked forward.

"Of course it's your own business, but..." Buer followed beside him unhurriedly, and said with a smile, "It's a very severe punishment for us to see you and Xiao Xi continue to be so awkward. "

Tezuka frowned slightly: "Fuer, what did you say to her that day." Ever since she met Xiaolin in Shanghai, she began to appear abnormal and seemed to start avoiding herself.

"It's nothing, that is to say, the cultural differences between China and Japan, men and women's different ideas about feelings and so on."

"Huh?" Tezuka turned his head, "Emotional difference?"

"I'm talking with a ready-made example." Fuji frowned.

"Like?" Tezuka had a bad feeling.

"You and Xiao Xi."

"Fu Er, you have too many things!" Tezuka narrowed his eyes slightly, "There are some things that don't need to be said, as long as you understand it."

"The problem is that Xiao Xi doesn't understand. Now, Tezuka." The smile on Fuji's face showed signs of deepening. "Maybe I know why Xiaoxi is avoiding you, do you want to hear my analysis?"

"I don't want to!" Tezuka refused without the slightest hesitation. The years of getting along with him made him know that he must not follow Fuji's words, otherwise he would definitely not even know how he died.

"Tezuka refused so simply, it really makes me sad." After Fuji finished speaking, he gave him a sad look.

(End of this chapter)