Mi Xia [Net King]

What does Hirano Bixiang mean to him?

When he met her in his different time periods, it was like experiencing a fantasy dream, and he forgot everything about it when he left here.A piece of memory has been dug out, but only when it comes back, can he know how important it is to lose.

Yes, so important.Keigo Atobe, who was kidnapped at the age of seven, Keigo Atobe, who was 16 years old on the eve of a car accident, and Keigo Atobe, who was accidentally attacked at the age of 23, the bad luck of death passed him by at such a close distance, the inevitable fear The horror and horror are still so alive and deep in the brain, it seems that he can even smell the cold and solemn breath of the god of death, and then the severed traces in his life are glued together again. The most beautiful rose in the world.

Keigo Atobe never imagined that in this world, there would be a person who is as natural as air, as ordinary as dust, like a part of himself, and when she looks at her, his cold heart will be ready to move, yes I really want him to peel off his entire chest and show her all the naked things.

It was difficult for him to resist the urge.Then he was poured cold water on his head by the weakness and pain that lingered for a long time after the injury.

For a long time when his consciousness was in a daze, he always wanted to make a conclusion for Hirano Bixiang.I can't help but want to get closer, but my rationality creates a barrier for myself that I can't move forward. Watching her, my whole heart is beating wildly, but it is difficult to open my mouth to say why you are so deeply rooted in my heart.

Such a beautiful memory, such a distant memory, such a fateful encounter, such an unexpected encounter.But he has experienced too much in the world without her. Complicated interpersonal relationships and complicated business conflicts have occupied most of his cognition. The extremely clean boy in the ivory tower has disappeared, and everything is no longer what it used to be. He can see the simplicity in this rose courtyard.

Shannon, you're right, I've grown up.

Keigo Atobe sat on the sofa, reached out to press the TV, all kinds of emotions flowed through the blood and flooded all parts of the body, and even felt that his hands were so convulsed that he couldn't hold the remote control.

Why does it hurt so cruelly just thinking about it like this?

Hirano Bixiang stood blankly in the kitchen for quite a while before moving slowly.

When I raised my hand to put the tin can of oatmeal on the upper shelf of the cabinet, I felt dizzy for a moment.She supported the cooking table with one hand, and methodically opened the drawer of the refrigerator with the other. The black and white shadows swayed in the field of vision for several seconds before gradually dissipating.

Put the eggs in a bowl.Looking up through the glass window, I saw that the green fences were standing a little crookedly, the slender and messy leaves were still dripping with water droplets, and a small gray butterfly was flapping its wings on the lush vine flowers. Fly away, dance once, and again... the heart slowly calmed down.

Probably there was another heavy rain last night, she slept so deeply that she didn't wake up.

This is always the climate of the place after the height of summer.After all, it is mountainous, and it is hot during the day, but not too hot—except of course her body that is extremely afraid of heat. Soon, because the daily sun is always so bright and bright.

Hirano Bixiang blinked and then smiled slowly.

When did she actually have that kind of greedy emotion?

He came once, she smiled and said goodbye.The second time he came, she already felt sad.The third time he appeared in front of her eyes, she already didn't know what to do.

He has grown to this appearance in the time and space that she can't touch, he will grow up, he will meet more people and things... But she always stays here. 'It's not fair. ' She remembered what he said.

Yeah, it's not fair.I can't think of anything else I can bring you.

Stir the egg liquid evenly, start cutting tofu, cook green beans and beat them, pick up some vegetables with high nutritional value and chop them up... I stuffed sweet porridge for a few days while I was unconscious. Even she herself felt really uncomfortable about that feeling, now that she is very sober, she can't be fooled anymore.

Moreover, Keigo Atobe has always had a strong taste. Although he does not taboo against sweets, he does not like them very much.Meat can't be touched, and she can only work hard on vegetables.

After making breakfast, he turned around and was about to take it out. Through the glass, he saw the young man in the living room standing in front of the coffee table, pressing the box with one hand, and holding a card in the shape of an invitation with the other.

Probably she did stay in the kitchen for a long time - the young man who was watching TV took a shower at some point - Hirano Bixiang's heart was beating wildly, fearing that his wound would get wet, she stared at the table next to the table. The left-behind plastic wrap has been placed on the coffee table in the living room. Knowing that he has concerns, he is slightly relieved.

The clothes on his body were also changed.It was originally a blue hospital gown that was kindly provided by Dr. Umeda. It was light and breathable, but now it has become a dark blue floral bathrobe.It looks so familiar, one can tell at a glance that it was randomly drawn from her cloakroom.

Because the bathrobe was clearly her old clothes.The pattern was originally neutral, but it became slightly whiter after washing, and the softness faded. A simple strap was changed to loosen it around the waist, and it looked like a man's style. He was wearing nothing uneasy.

He rubbed his forehead, put the dinner plate on the table, and walked over: "What are you looking at?"

Atobe Keigo pointed to the unopened gift box on the coffee table, and then handed over the card - he still has time to go out and help her get a courier!

"Song of Songs? Solomon's song of songs?" He was curious about the content of the invitation.

Song of Solomon is one of the books in the Old Testament of the Bible.They are all said to be written by Solomon, and the content is extremely profound, but the word love it interprets and the relationship between Christ and the church in it make it the most important thing.

"This," Hirano Bixiang thought about it, and she didn't expect it. "Last year, a non-governmental organization found me through the relationship with the publishing house and asked me for help... because it is 'Reinterpreting the Bible', so It’s hard to say. Probably because of gratitude, I invited me to watch their choir performance.”

"interested in?"

Shaking his head: "Everyone has a different interpretation of this kind of religious stuff. I really don't like the theme of the Song of Songs."

They have no faith, and they treat Christianity with a respectful attitude.

Atobe Keigo was silent for a moment, then suddenly laughed.The arc of the corners of the lips has a kind of inexplicable interest, the voice is low but the tone is extremely light, and the word protruded so lightly is so empty that it is almost inaudible: "Love?"

Song of Solomon is too obscure.The interpretation of love is also indescribable.On the one hand, a thousand words are endless, and on the other hand, this love is only in a square inch; sometimes it seems that everything in the sea and sky can be accommodated, but sometimes it can't accommodate a single grain of sand.It is probably because it is difficult for her to understand what love in the world is, so she is indifferent to such a work with the theme of love.

"Compared to the Old Testament, I like the New Testament better." Hirano Bixiang didn't notice anything else, and began to unpack the gift box, and replied casually.

The young man on the sofa looked up at her unpacking a high-order dress from the gift box.

Thinking of the accurate interpretation of love in the New Testament, his eyes flickered slightly.

Hirano Bixiang picked up her skirt and made gestures, then looked up at the young man opposite.

"The tailor in Greenfield Lane?" It seems that he knows the haute couture studios in Tokyo.

She nodded: "There will be a private concert next week, and I specially ordered it when I was invited."

Put the skirt back in the box.Squatting down, he took out a candy box from under the coffee table. Inside was a new set of tickets sent by the theater a few days ago. Underneath was the concert invitation: "Summer is over, and new performances should be scheduled."

Keigo Atobe stared into her smiling eyes.

When you smile, even the corners of your eyes are so gentle. When you treat something you like, your pupils are bright and brilliant, just like burning a ball of warm amber light, flickering and flickering, making people want to hold it in their hands. , Why didn't this fire burn in his heart.

Then my mind suddenly froze.Involuntarily clenched fingers.

Yes.He couldn't control it at all.

He couldn't help but admit that she had penetrated too deeply into his chest.

Hirano Bixiang went upstairs to get anti-inflammatory tablets, and Keigo Atobe picked up the porridge spoon.

After staring at the crystal ampoules with flowers in the center of the dining table for a long time, he finally let out a slow breath.

Since I brought him back here, why couldn't I give him a pure and kind heart like back then?Don't care about the income, don't think about the future, just enjoy the beauty that can be perceived during this time period.Even if there is hope, there is also the tenderness of being careful not to destroy the calm water.

But how can you not ask for extravagance?

The more you fall into this kind of beauty, the more you hate the separation that will happen one day.So it would be nice not to leave anything behind, and it would be nice to stay away from this world, but how could he control it?

He thought of the reluctance when he was young, but he had forgotten everything after being taken away by surprise, and even the reluctance could not be complete.Only when I start again, I add a complete cause and effect to this reluctance.

...and then he too will go.He too will forget again.

"Isn't it to your liking?" Hirano Bixiang said.

Atobe Keigo smiled and shook his head.

Then Hirano Bixiang laughed too.It's great if you like it.

She always smiles like this, will she also be sad when he leaves?

Hirano Bixiang took a sip of the porridge before turning her head to look at him as if she suddenly remembered something.

"23." Keigo Atobe said.

"Yeah..." Hirano Bixiang blinked, feeling a little envious, "Have you graduated from university?"

He nodded: "Now I'm taking over my father's business."

Hirano Bixiang thought of the gunshot wound, and unconsciously brought it out on her face.

"Accident." The young man narrowed his eyes and raised his chin slightly. He was a little lazy but noble enough. His pride was shattered in his bones. He no longer needed to show it. He raised his hands and feet with extreme confidence. "It's really an accident." .”

Hirano Bixiang continued to drink porridge, her voice was flat: "All accidents are inevitable."

"It was accidental injury." He emphasized.

"That still hurts."

"The target is not me, I am just implicated."

"Gunshot wound."

...How could she be so stubborn.

The author has something to say:

4.29

"New Testament First Corinthians"

Love is enduring patience and kindness.Love is not jealous, love is not boastful, not arrogant.Not rude, not self-seeking, slow to anger, thinks no evil.Does not rejoice in iniquity, but rejoices in the truth, bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things.Love never stops.

In fact, the uncle already understood a little bit, but he didn't dare to think about it deeply.

PS: Thank you Su Yuhan dear~ Fan fan~ The little angel and I are not spoon kisses~ Landmines~ Awesome!

PPS: Don't get entangled in the small theater, this thing is just a brain hole!Brain hole!Once released, we will not be held responsible.

PPPS: There was a power outage just now!Sorry to be a little late today.

"small theater"

7 years old: Can you like me?

16 years old: Please like me.

23 years old: How can you not like me!

28 years old: Marry me.