Chapter Third 3
My biggest problem is that he doesn't like me, right? When I think of Tsurugahara, the perfect honey in my dreams, not liking me, my eyes become sore and my heart aches.
Wuwuwu…Why did I have to go out to buy clothes today? Can't I go out tomorrow? Can't I go out the day after tomorrow? Why did I have to go out today? Why did I have to meet Tsurugahara? Why did he have to let me know after he held my hand that he didn't hold my hand because he liked me? Why am I so confused?
I stood there for a long time, tears welling up in my eyes. Just when I was about to look up at Tsurugahara, he had already walked away.
Are you leaving? Are you angry because of my willfulness? Or do you feel that there is nothing to talk about with me and you don't even want to be my friend?
My heart ached, and it hurt even more when I saw Tsurugahara's back as he left. I wanted to run up to him and apologize, and I also wanted to rush up to him and confess my feelings to him, but I didn't dare. I could only stand there quietly and watch him leave my sight.
Tears finally flowed down, my mind went blank, I found a random place to sit on the street, lowered my head and found that my shoelaces had loosened at some point. I remembered the first time Tsurugahara found me, he squatted down so gently to help me tie my shoelaces, although he didn't know me at that time, but the scene was so beautiful, I would rather immerse myself in such beauty for the rest of my life. Later, he helped me catch a pervert on the subway, and brought me water to drink halfway through playing basketball. Thinking of his gentleness, thoughtfulness, and kindness, and thinking of the way he left because I broke free from his hand just now, my heart ached, and my tears flowed more and more.
As night slowly fell, more and more people came to the pedestrian street. I wiped my tears and looked at the passers-by. Some were walking in pairs, some were families, but most were couples walking hand in hand with sweet smiles on their faces.
"Brother, buy me a bouquet of roses. Look how beautiful I am. I will be even more beautiful with another flower." The little girl carrying a flower basket ran up to a couple holding roses and said to the boy while blinking her big eyes.
The girl covered her mouth and laughed, as if she was amused by the little girl's words.
"Do you want it?" The boy next to her turned his head and looked at her gently, asking lovingly.
"Yeah." The girl hesitated for a while, then nodded and agreed softly.
I sat on the chair and watched them, as if their sweetness had infected me. I imagined that the boy was Tsurugahara and the girl was me, while the little girl pulled Tsurugahara's clothes and said, "Why are you sitting here in a daze?"
Huh? Daydreaming? Why is it daydreaming? Shouldn't it be "buying a bouquet of flowers for a beautiful sister"? And why did Tsurugahara's face appear in front of me? I was clearly imagining a little girl pulling Tsurugahara's clothes. Besides, what's with the guitar Tsurugahara is carrying now? Can he play the guitar? Besides, Tsurugahara just left. Why am I imagining him so crazily now?
"Ruya?" A white hand waved in front of me, and a gentle voice came into my ears, "Are you okay?"
Could the imaginary voices be so real? I looked at Tsurugahara in disbelief, muttering, "I don't believe I can still hear voices." Then, I poked his face with my finger, and who knew...
Huh? It's soft.
Huh? It's hot.
Huh? It's actually true!
"Ah!" I stood up from the chair and looked at Tsurugahara who was smiling in front of me in horror, "You, you just..." What I wanted to say was, didn't you just leave?
But when the words came to my lips, they suddenly turned into: "You, you are back."
From surprise to delight, all the unhappiness I felt when Tsurugahara left me just now was thrown out of my mind, and only the excitement I felt now remained.
"Hehe." Tsurugahara obviously didn't know that I was unhappy before. He reached out and gently ruffled my hair. "I just went over there to borrow a guitar from that boy. I left without saying hello to you. Are you not angry?"
"No, I'm not angry!" Looking at Tsurugahara's bright and gentle eyes, my heart was beating wildly. Then I pointed at the guitar behind him and asked in confusion, "But this is..."
"This..." Tsurugahara's expression suddenly became a little mysterious. He blinked at me and said, "This is a tool to make money."
Make money? What money? I looked at Tsurugahara in confusion. He opened the guitar case and put it on the ground. Then he picked up the guitar, lowered his head to tune it, and gently plucked the strings with his fingers, producing a pleasant sound.
It sounds so good!
Tsurugahara was standing on the busy street with his guitar case at his feet. He turned around, winked at me, and then began to play the guitar. The sound was light and pleasant, and his voice was also very nice, a little hoarse.
That laughter reminds me of my flowers
In every corner of my life, it quietly opens for me
I thought I would always be by his side
Today we have left in the vast sea of people
Are they all old?
Where are they?
We just go to the ends of the earth
…
It was Pu Shu's "Those Flowers". I stood blankly beside Tsurugahara. There were many people on the pedestrian street at night. Many people walked past Tsurugahara, but more people stopped to listen to his singing.
"Oh, that sounds really nice."
“He’s very handsome too.”
"Yeah, is it a little celebrity coming to promote on the streets? I don't think I've seen him on TV."
Some girls stood beside Tsurugahara and whispered to . Their voices reached my ears, making me smile. I felt proud and proud. I turned my head to look at Tsurugahara, who was playing and singing by himself. His face was illuminated by the neon lights, but it couldn't hide the twinkling light in his eyes. His messy bangs were on his forehead, and he exuded a noble and elegant temperament, as if there was a faint halo covering him. I couldn't see clearly, but I could feel the kind of gentle and somewhat ostentatious beauty.
I never knew that Tsurugahara had such a free and uninhibited side, but no matter how flamboyant or fierce he is, as long as I see his eyes, I know that the perfect honey I like, the prince of my dreams who is gentle, good-looking, and has extraordinary temperament, is still there. No matter how he changes, no matter how many sides he has, I know and am sure that my perfect honey is him - Tsurugahara.
I covered my chest and thought: How can there be such a perfect person? Looking at Tsurugahara who was singing seriously, my heart was full of happiness and excitement. This is my perfect honey, this is the boy I like, this is the prince who I fell in love with at first sight at the subway station and followed for more than a month, and who can easily make me panic every time. He is so perfect, no matter what he does, he is so good, academically, basketball, guitar, singing, he is really like a prince who walked out of a fairy tale world, gentlemanly, polite, gentle and considerate.
Thinking of this, I started to smile foolishly again. I didn't notice it until the crowd dispersed and Tsurugahara's singing stopped. I was still there, smiling foolishly because the person I liked was so perfect.
"Ruya, are you okay?" The white hand appeared in front of me again.
I was still laughing foolishly, but when I met Tsurugahara's weird eyes, I suddenly woke up. I scratched my head and said embarrassedly, "No, sorry, I was distracted."
"It's okay." Tsurugahara ruffled my hair, then pointed at the guitar case and said with a smile, "Let's find a place to count and see how much money we made."
Counting money? Oh, right, Tsurugahara reminded me of this, and it seems that many people gave money to Tsurugahara just now. Looking at Tsurugahara's face full of a sense of accomplishment, I couldn't help but feel happy in my heart, and nodded and said, "Yeah."
We went to return the guitar first, and Tsurugahara gave some of the money he had just earned to the owner of the guitar, and then we happily went to KFC. It was only 8 o'clock in the evening, and there were not many people in the store, but there were probably only a few people like me and Tsurugahara who were counting a pile of money. I sat there, enduring everyone's strange looks at us, while concentrating on counting the money. Oh my God! I wailed in my heart, multitasking is my weakness, okay!
"Your friend's father's birthday party is very important, right?" Suddenly, Tsurugahara spoke to me.
"Huh?" A friend's dad's birthday party? What? Did I say I was going to someone's dad's birthday party?
Seeing my puzzled expression, Tsurugahara patiently explained, "Didn't you buy the dress for your friend's father's birthday party? Did you forget?"
Ah! I remembered that just now when Xiaoyi was about to tell him my true intention, I lied to prevent Tsurugahara from knowing my feelings for him. I felt a little embarrassed when he suddenly brought it up after such a long time. After all, I lied, which is not a very glorious thing.
"Ah, yes... yes."
"Since it's so important, let's go buy that dress now." Tsurugahara said in a relaxed tone.
I was stunned: "Ah? But..."
600, this is not a small amount of money. Besides, my friend’s father’s birthday is just an excuse. What if I wear this dress to attend his birthday party on Tsuruga’s birthday? Doesn’t that mean Tsuruga is ... my friend’s father?
Tsurugahara didn't notice the struggle in my heart. He stood up and considerately helped me carry the bag. We walked out of KFC and headed for the mall. He patted his pocket and said, "I made 300 yuan. Ruya, how much money do you have left?"
"Ah? 400."
"Well, it seems that's enough." I don't know why a very happy expression appeared on Tsurugahara's face, as if buying that dress for me today was a very important thing.
Buy it for me? When I thought of this, a light bulb went off in my head. Just now, Tsurugahara was singing and playing guitar on the street, and he just mentioned "making money". Was it to buy that dress for me? Was he helping me? Because I said my friend's father's birthday party was very important, because I really liked that dress, and because I didn't have money to buy it, so Tsurugahara was singing on the street to help me raise money? Is this true?
I was frightened by this sudden thought and stood there, not knowing what to do. Why was Tsurugahara so nice to me?
"Huh?" Seeing that I wasn't leaving, Tsurugahara turned around and looked at me, asking in confusion, "Why aren't you leaving?"
“Why…why are you helping me…” I spoke in a very low voice, afraid to hear him say something like “it’s just a small favor”, but in my heart I was secretly expecting something.
"If I use my own money, you will find it difficult to accept, right?" Tsurugahara's voice is very pleasant. I looked up at his handsome face. His eyes are so beautiful. "That's why I came up with this idea. In this way, the dress will be obtained by the two of us working together. I think it is very meaningful. Besides, the birthday party is very important to you, isn't it? I see that you are quite nervous about the party."
Is that really the case? I lowered my head, feeling excited for no reason. Tsurugahara was so thoughtful that he even thought of the fact that I would find it hard to accept. I know he comes from a wealthy family, but if he really paid for the dress for me, I would definitely not accept it, and I would also feel that the gap between me and Tsurugahara is even greater. Thinking of this, I began to be moved by Tsurugahara's thoughtfulness.
"Ah, this..." Hearing Tsurugahara's surprised voice, I looked and saw Tsurugahara standing in front of a glass window, staring at something inside. I walked closer and saw that it turned out to be an exquisite Gundam model.
"This is a Gundam model." I stood beside him, looking at the model in the window with admiration and praise. It was really delicate and beautiful, and the colors were well matched, without any trace of shoddy workmanship. I turned my head to look at Tsurugahara, and there was a rare enthusiasm and joy in his eyes, as if this Gundam model was something he really liked.
"Yes." Tsurugahara's voice was gentle. "It's been a long time since I've seen such a well-made model. When I was a child, I wanted to collect a set of Gundam models, but later I couldn't collect them for various reasons. I always felt it was a pity."
As far as I can remember, this was the first time that Tsurugahara talked to me so much. It made me feel like I had opened up my heart. I was so excited about this discovery that I was speechless: "Yeah, yes, yes, I..."
"But the most urgent thing now is to buy you a dress and a Gundam model..." Tsurugahara said to me with a smile, his eyes still fixed on the model, "Let's talk about it next time."
"But, but..." I really hate my clumsy mouth.
"Let's go." Seeing me like this, Tsurugahara reached out and rubbed my head. "It's okay. You can buy the model later. I'm not in a hurry."
"I'm sorry, sir, there is only one piece of that dress left, and it happened that a lady just bought it. I'm sorry to have made you make a wasted trip." The salesgirl said gently. Hearing this, Tsurugahara's face didn't look very good. Although he still smiled faintly, there was disappointment in his smile that he couldn't hide.
"No, it's okay!" I quickly comforted him after coming out, "I don't really need it."
I want to cry but I have no tears. Why do I stutter even when I try to comfort someone? Is this the "Mi Tsurugahara stuttering syndrome" that only exists for me, Karuya?
Tsurugahara's lips were tightly pursed, and he still seemed very upset. Although I didn't know what he was upset about, I didn't want to see the person I liked unhappy.
In a hurry, I jumped in front of Tsurugahara and told him a joke: "There was a phone call in the dormitory. It was my roommate's father. But my roommate was not there. I wanted to say 'she's gone out', but I also wanted to say 'she's not here'. In the end, what I actually said was 'she's gone'."
"Puchi!" Tsurugahara, who was not very happy at first, laughed out loud after hearing my joke. The disappointment hidden under his gentle smile also faded a lot. "Ruya, you are so cute."
"Ah!" I was really shy when he praised me so frankly. I blushed and whispered, "No, no."
"I'm so sorry. I wanted to help you buy that dress, but I didn't expect..." Tsurugahara scratched his head and looked a little stiff. "I'm sorry that you've wasted your time with me."
"No, it's okay." Hearing the prince in my mind apologize to me so solemnly, I waved my hands hurriedly, "I, I don't really need it. I have clothes at home, really."
Afraid that he wouldn't believe me, I stared at his face and said sincerely, "Besides, I'm very happy to hear you sing today. Your voice is very nice."
“Haha!” Tsurugahara suddenly blushed and glanced at me with twinkling eyes, “Don’t look at me like that, I will…”
He touched his nose and said a little embarrassedly: "I will be shy."
"Ah!" I quickly lowered my head and pretended to be a good girl, but in my heart I hated myself for being so straightforward and for being a fangirl no matter when and where.
The two of them sat in silence, and did not speak until they reached the bus stop and waited for the bus.
"Ah, the bus is here." It was Tsurugahara's voice. I quickly looked up and saw that it was indeed the bus I was going to take home.
When I thought about parting with Tsurugahara, I felt very sad. I looked at him and wanted to thank him before the bus stopped: "Tsurugahara, Tsurugahara..."
I opened my mouth for a long time, but it was difficult to say a single word.
The bus stopped and everyone was waiting for me to get on. I stood there, almost crying because I couldn't say a complete sentence to the boy I liked.
"It's okay." A big hand suddenly rested on my head, and I felt the warmth. Tsurugahara's gentle eyes looked into my heart, and his words were like the voice of an angel, "Take your time."
As if by magic, I was no longer nervous. I looked into his eyes and said slowly, "Thank you, Tsurugahara-san."
Tsurugahara smiled and ruffled my hair, "You're welcome, Kaoru-san."
I got into the car with excitement, but just as I stepped into the car door, Tsurugahara called me. I turned around and looked at him in confusion. Tsurugahara stood in the night and smiled and said to me: "Just call me Heyuan from now on."
Tsurugahara looked really good in the night. The white light from the station billboard shone on his face, and he looked like an angel who accidentally fell into the world. I looked at his smiling face and nodded heavily: "Yeah."
