Chrysopidae脉翅目_低浮上

不是粮食的创造者,只是脑洞的搬运工。

【原文】A feather on A paper

His thumb kept pushing on to a button on his camera, sliding through several photos he took earlier, his expression hardened. A sigh escaped him a moment later.

“This is no use. Too bland for my tastes,” he mumbled to himself, holding his chin in contemplation. “I wonder if the park during this hour is free of visitors.”

Turning on his heels, the young man made his way to a nearby park.

True to his thought, almost no one was around save for two caretaker staffs who’s busy cleaning a cobblestone pathway. The clock tower at the center pointed steadily at six o’clock in the morning.

Pulling out his camera, he glanced briefly to pick nice scenery he was looking for. It didn’t take a long time to find one: a small fountain with a bench nearby and a lamppost beside it, surrounded by lush green trees and blossoming flowers.

“Ok, here goes nothing…” he focused the camera’s lens and pushed a button.

A smile tugged on his lips upon finding that the photo he just took turned out as nice as he’d hoped.

He was going to take another photo when the screen caught sight of some kids running along the fountain. “Huh?”

His eyes followed those children, where they eventually gathered around somebody who sat on one of the benches.

The kids giggled and squealed in joy when several birds flew by. He saw the man lifted his hand and a bird landed softly on it like it has been trained to do so. What on earth…?

Wordlessly, he raised his camera and focused on him. A click was heard as the photo was successfully taken.

. . .

Kaminaga walked into a small coffee shop. Chimes from a bell on the door were heard as he entered the door, informing a man on the counter of a customer.
“Fuku-chan, one cup of frapuccino, please,” he asked his order with a grin and Fukumoto complies with a nod.

Whilst waiting for the barista to make his coffee, Kaminaga took his camera again and turned it on. Of course, the screen lit up and automatically revealed a latest photo he took—that of a man with birds in the park.

It was a photo from one side, so Kaminaga couldn’t get a clear picture of the guy’s face. A bird perched on his shoulder, and another was flapping its wings on his raised hand. He didn’t fail to see how the children were looking at him with happiness and amazement.

Come to think of it, how come the guy got a rather perfect pose—even if it’s just a coincidence?

“You seem distracted.” Fukumoto stated the obvious as he put tray with a cup of coffee on it.

Kaminaga promptly glanced up to him before diverting his attention to his coffee.

“I think I just got myself a jackpot this morning.”

“…It is considered rude to take a picture of someone without their consent, you know.”

“I-I didn’t! I mean, yeah, I did take a snap,” Kaminaga paused to sip on his coffee, “because the scene was just so beautiful that I can’t help myself.”

Fukumoto shot him a dull stare. To think that Kaminaga was the type of a playboy, his earlier statement didn’t sit well with him.

“…A scene?”

“I’d like let you know more about it, but my work starts in an hour,” the photographer grinned and put his money on the table after chugging down all his coffee. “…Maybe I’ll tell you later on. Thanks, man.”

Fukumoto nodded and trailed his gaze on Kaminaga’s small back before he disappeared behind the closed door. His mind wondering about who’s the woman Kaminaga had taken a picture of.

Half an hour after Kaminaga departion to his workplace, Fukumoto heard the sound of chimes from the bell, signaling a customer arrival. He lifted his head to see a familiar figure of a young man who gave him a smile.

“Good morning, Fukumoto.”

He smiled back in return. “Good to see you as well, Tazaki.”

Tazaki made his way to sit on a chair. “Can I have a plate of breakfast? Anything would be fine.”

“Is boiled tofu okay for today?”

“Yes, with a cup of black coffee, if you do not mind me asking. Thank you very much, Fukumoto.”

Fukumoto regarded him with a small smile and went to prepare the menu.

He was halfway through making Tazaki’s tofu when a white pigeon landed near a spice rack. It cooed to him, and Fukumoto had a feeling that he need to open the shop’s window wider after this.

He gave Tazaki his coffee and took notice of several pigeons already flocked practically everywhere around the man. Tazaki himself didn’t seem to mind, and instead was looking at his notebook with a bleak stare.

“Do you have something on your mind?” Fukumoto asked once he put a bowl of tofu near Tazaki’s cup of coffee.

Tazaki exhaled a soft sigh as he watched Fukumoto went to open the window, letting some of the pigeons to fly out. “Hmm, why do you think so?”

Fukumoto shot him the same dull stare that he gave Kaminaga this morning and two pigeons cooed at him from the sidelines.

Tazaki leaned back on his chair as he took a sip of his drink. “Very well, there’s this one particular gentleman whom I encounter at the park.”

“And what did he do to you?”

“Nothing.”

“Nothing?”

“Ah, saying that alone is untrue,” Tazaki seemingly was considering something, “though I knew he meant no harm, I still find his act in doing it quite amusing.”

“Eh?”

“Yes, I would like to have a chat with him soon.”

What exactly did he do to you?—is what Fukumoto had wanted to ask, but he decided to drop the subject now that the pigeons that came from nowhere began to sink in numbers.

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