Miss Shimizu's perfect ending

The reassuring hand was pulled up consciously, and the steps were slow, not like fleeing but like a date under the moon.

A secret date that only belongs to two people.

Fujiwara Yuki grabbed the corner of the jacket with the other hand and tucked it tightly, she heard her heart beating vigorously and vigorously.

The heart on the left side of the chest has been in a state of nervousness since the appearance of Misaki Love, and now it is pounding like a bell and drum, which cannot be calmed down.

Saki Koi is really foul.

Holding hands through the beautiful and beautiful rose corridor, at the end of it, a familiar figure is leaning against the black Buick, smoking a cigarette and thinking about something in the lingering fog.

How could it be him?

"Mr. Tanaka." Shimizu Sakiren waved his hand and greeted him.

Mr. Tanaka, who had been waiting for this for a long time, extinguished the cigarette butt on the stone pillar, threw it into the trash can beside him, then fanned the unpleasant smoke and said, "Here?"

"Second Miss, get in the car." He opened the back door of the car for the two girls very gentlemanly, then opened the front door and sat in the driver's cab, explaining,

"The time is just right, but today you can't go through the main entrance, and there are a lot of patrolling teams on the road. There is a dead corner for surveillance next to the southwest kitchen, so let's leave from there. I have already set up the ladder, but it may be a bit laborious to climb over the wall. .”

Fujiwara Yuki asked as he entered the car with Shimizu Sakiren, "I'll talk about this later, why are you and Sakiren together, Tanaka?"

Although she remained calm, there was still surprise in her tone.

"You have to ask Miss Shimizu and... well, but that person asked me to keep it a secret. So I can't tell Miss Second."

"that person?"

"Second Miss, this is a confidential matter."

Fujiwara Yuki turned to look at Shimizu Saki Koi curiously.

The girl blinked her eyes and revealed a slightly smug smile.

"So when you were at the ski resort, you knew about it? And please Tanaka."

Shimizu Sakiren nodded in acknowledgment, and let out the word "um" from his nasal cavity.

Fujiwara Yuki stared at her with golden eyes, "No, it should be earlier. If there is a plan, you will know it when we first met at school. You are her."

The vehicle was turned on, and the car began to move slowly. In the quiet atmosphere, Takao Tanaka kept quiet knowingly.

It is the basic principle of subordinates not to interrupt when the masters are talking.

Shimizu Sakiren leaned on the seat cushion, tilted her head and denied: "No, I don't know. I know that it was still raining on the day of the birthday party."

"You really think I'm stupid, Saki Love, you are her." ——The person who will hold hands, kiss and sleep with me in the future, and spend the rest of my life with me.

Shimizu Sakiren shook her head, her eyes were pure and sincere like a clear blue lake,

"No, I'm not her. The future and the present should not be confused. I'm not here for a bright future. It's because I promised you to take you to the concert, it's as simple as that.

I just wanted to come, so I came.Just like what you said to me that day, I did it because I wanted to. "

The heart seemed to be shot straight by an arrow, Fujiwara Yuki did not speak, covered his eyes against the roof of the car, sighed, and the tip of the earlobe was slightly red.

Really... why are you so gentle and handsome even making excuses.

Saki Koi is too much.

……

Falling down from the ladder on the spiked iron railing, Shimizu Sakiren was naturally considerate and gentle, and consciously stretched out his hand to support Fujiwara Yuki firmly.

"Be careful."

Before he could stand still, he heard Takao Tanaka's advice from the other side of the fence, "Second Miss, there is only one hour... Please try to finish what you want before ten o'clock."

"Thank you, Tanaka."

"Second Miss, I'm not the one you want to thank. Time is precious, so I'll go first." Tanaka turned around and opened the car door, his back was like a samurai daimyo in the Edogawa era.

Fujiwara Yuki tucked up his coat, looked down at the weeds in the crack of the wall, and already had the answer in his heart.

Who else is that person but her... Mother.

Before Fujiwara Yuki had time to think deeply, in the taxi arranged in advance by Shimizu Sakiren, the driver rolled down the window at this time, poked his head out and knocked on the door, and asked politely: "Miss Shimizu, are you leaving now? Where are you going?" ?”

"Let's go." Shimizu Sakiren took Fujiwara Yuki's hand and squeezed it, opened the car door, and announced their destination to the driver.

"The driver is going to Chiyoda's Budokan!"

All good things should have regrets, so that they will appear beautiful and precious.

The streets of Tokyo are congested at any time. In the tide-like traffic flow, Fujiwara Yuki looked at the crowds coming and going on the street, and felt an inexplicable tranquility.

This kind of scenery can be seen every day when commuting to and from school, the only difference is the people around...

She turned around and saw Saki Lian with downcast eyes, a bit disappointed, like a sad rabbit.

"I'm sorry, Yuxi, I didn't think about the traffic jam in Tokyo, the concert should have started for an hour..."

Fujiwara Yuki patted her on the shoulder and comforted her, "It's normal. In a city with so many people, traffic jams are common. Speaking of which, Saki Koi, have you ever thought about the result of taking me out?"

"No."

The answer was very decisive, without any hesitation.

"No? You dare to take me out?"

Fujiwara Yuki's eyes widened, sighing at her courage and determination.

Shimizu Sakiren shook his head helplessly, "I can't think of it, the Fujiwara family is too big, how can I have a way to deal with it? But I think, Yuki, you are only 17 years old, you should run regardless of all consequences. This is young privilege."

Before the words were finished, Fujiwara Yuki's cell phone vibrated suddenly in the pocket of the dress.

Like a soul-locking curse from hell, its sound is urgent and urgent.

The small space inside the car seemed to be a familiar and scary reflection room. The muscles of Fujiwara Yuki's whole body tensed up, and the chill in his heart surged as if he was under the ice.

The emotions of tension and fear gradually deepened with the vibration, like reptiles covering the body, gnawing at the body and soul bit by bit.

Fujiwara Yuki's face suddenly turned pale, his body trembled and he put his hand into his pocket, but Shimizu Sakiren held his arm down.

She took out her mobile phone from her pocket in advance, hung up the phone called "Father", showed a reassuring smile, and patted the girl's head to give her strength.

Shimizu Sakiren's voice has always been soft-spoken, with a gentle power that touches people's hearts in the clarity.

At this moment, Fujiwara Yuki saw her cherry-colored lips opening and closing, and her hair color was like the sun shining on and warming everything.

She said forcefully and domineeringly: "Don't answer it. When watching a concert, keep your phone turned off. This is basic etiquette."

"thanks……"

Fujiwara Yuki grabbed her sleeve, and the feeling of peace of mind came along with the physical contact.

The tip of her nose moved slightly, and she could clearly smell the faint fragrance of her body.

Her body is so thin that she can even be hugged easily by herself, and she is out of breath after running for two steps, and she looks very weak.

But why is there such a great energy in her frail body, able to easily defeat the beast in her heart?

The closer you get to the Budokan, the more congested the traffic is, moving slowly like ants, and even stopped for a long time in the middle.

The shopping plaza outside the car window is full of people, sweet couples shopping hand in hand, street performers performing on the roadside, children running and dancing and waving fairy wands, passers-by who come and go non-stop...

Everyone seems to have no connection, but because of different attractions, they come to this bustling street.

It was almost ten o'clock when the taxi drove to the shopping mall in front of Budokan. The concert started at seven o'clock, and it was almost over now.

The Budokan in the distance emitted colorful neon lights, Shimizu Sakiren pushed the car door, and sighed with some concern.

I don't know if I can catch up... But now is not the time to escape, I have already come here tonight, even if the show is over, I still have to go and see it.

"You hope we hurry up, maybe we can catch up with the last song."

So she took Fujiwara Yuki's hand and strode towards the concert scene where the music was playing.

Every country has its own unique etiquette contact culture.Holding hands in Japan is an uncommon behavior even for two girls who are extremely close.

Because it means lovers.

Tonight, I held hands with Saki Love four times, and each time was a unique feeling.There are many meanings and purposes of behavior, and I can't guess what Saki love is thinking.

How does she see me?What kind of mentality did she use to save me?have no idea.

But the only thing that is certain is that every holding hands makes the life on the verge of withering come alive.

Saki Koi's back is in front of her, thin but firm.She's not physically fit enough to run too hard, but now she's trying harder than ever.

"Even if it's soft and fluffy wings like cotton, even if it's claws are vulnerable like tree buds, tomorrow I will climb the cliff to the foot of the dragon, let's go with a shout..." The sound waves vibrated into the eardrums, The ears were almost completely covered by cheers, chorus and Mika Nakashima's shocking singing.

I have heard this song myself, but it is completely different from the clear MP3, full of inspirational power.

Is this what the concert was like?it's OK.

Fujiwara Yuki took another look at the tightly clasped hands, um...it should be said that she likes Saki Koi very much.

"Uncle, can we still go in and listen to the concert now?" Shimizu Sakiren asked loudly while shaking the tickets in his hand.

The guard uncle in security uniform tried his best to overwhelm the chorus of thousands of people shouting, and said loudly:

"Ticket checking is over, and it's time for encore now. If you go in again, you won't be able to find a seat until you're done. Don't—go—go—!"

The strength of holding hands suddenly relaxed at this moment, feeling Fujiwara Yuki's loss, Shimizu Sakiren frowned displeased.

I am too bad.

Speaking of it...it seems that there are not many things I promised Fujiwara Yuki that I can do.

Originally, he wanted to take her to see a grand concert, but in the end he could barely make it to the end. Even this long-planned escape was full of surprises.

This is the first time Youxi broke the shackles of the family, the first time he disobeyed his father's orders.Maybe she was able to hide her panic well, but when the phone call came, she was trembling all over, revealing all her fragility.

How helpless must she be?She is not a god, how can she not be afraid?

An emotional outlet is needed now, not a regret-filled escape.

Therefore, you cannot surrender to this painful world.

Turning around to meet Fujiwara Yuki's gaze, the girl stood there with a gentle smile, squeezed her palm, and said:

"Saki Koi, it's okay, you can listen to it outside the venue."

There will be no regrets tonight.

Thinking of this, Shimizu Sakiren let go of her hands, put her hands on Fujiwara Yuki's shoulders, and said firmly, "Yuki, let's go to a bigger concert."

"Isn't this the end of the show? It's okay, Misaki, let's see it next time."

"No! I said no!"

Shimizu Sakiren dragged Fujiwara Yuki with some stubbornness, and walked out towards the crowded shopping plaza nearby.

The crowd was aimless and went their separate ways indifferently.The stall owner selling fireworks sat on a stool and played with his mobile phone boredly, while the road performer who played the violin practiced the music by himself.

"Yuki, wait a moment." She led Fujiwara Yuki to the center of the square, then patted her shoulder and confessed.

Fujiwara Yuki was a little confused, not knowing what she was going to do.

She walked to the booth selling fireworks, took out the money on her body, and said aggressively: "Boss, I want all these fireworks."

Then he whispered a few words to the road performer who was playing the violin next to him, and took out a [-] yen note and handed it to him.

Then, she struggled to drag the fairy sticks sold by the fireworks boss to the center of the square, borrowed the loudspeaker of the road performer, and loudly announced to all the strangers passing by:

"Fireworks are given to everyone for free, as long as they are lit here, they will be given away for free!"

It is human nature to seek advantages and avoid disadvantages. When a charged item becomes free, it becomes the best-selling product in the world.

The originally indifferent crowd suddenly surged up, and began to gather in twos and threes.

Crack, the lighter was ignited and extinguished, and then its tiny flame was replaced by even more brilliant fairy stick fireworks.

For a while, the starlight gradually ignited in the square, and countless unrelated people gathered together like a concert and began to wave the light sticks in their hands.

A kind of romance and a touch of touch suddenly flowed into the bottom of my heart from the dancing Mars.

Amidst the sound of vehicles honking and people playing and playing, Saki Koi stood in front of her holding a somewhat inferior violin.

Her eyebrows are gentle, her eyes are burning like water waves, and her voice is soft: "Youxi, listen carefully. This is a concert that I dedicated to you and belongs only to you."

Shimizu Sakiren straightened her back, her slender arms fluttered on the strings with the bow, and the girl played "One Step Away".

The timbre of the violin is dull, and Shimizu Sakiren's musical skills are not as good as those of the professional musicians of the Tokyo Symphony Orchestra, but she can feel the heart she wants to convey in the somewhat green strings.

Music is alive because of the emotions of the performers.