Mi Xia [Net King]

Of course Keigo Atobe was not burned stupid.

After the first few days of the recovery period, the high fever turned to low fever again, and the pain of the healing wound gradually subsided.Of course, Keigo Atobe is not afraid of pain or discomfort, but being forced to swallow food and talk is absolutely beyond his expectations. In the face of such troubles, no matter how gentle his temper is, he can turn into irritable, even worse. What's more, his temper can't be said to be very good.

Hirano Bixiang touched his forehead, and handed him the medicine that Dr. Umeda asked his colleagues to specially prepare after warming up.

Atobe Keigo held the cup for a long time without moving.

After half a day, he finally took his eyes off the glass.Hirano Bixiang was standing in front of his bed. It was late at night, and the temperature of the air conditioner was a little low. She was wearing a long coat, her fluffy hair was casually tied up and hanging on her shoulders, her face was pale and her chin was sharp. Embarrassed but not good, the hardest thing to describe is her sleepy and tired eyes.Just looking at it made him feel so distressed that his chest was sliced ​​open.

Sleep is not very good, after tossing according to his time, sleep is even more pitiful.But he couldn't control himself... Who would deliberately put himself in a dangerous situation? See, just such weakness was too much for him to bear.If she wasn't in his sight, his whole heart would be filled with inexplicable panic. Only when he felt her presence could he calm down.

So she stayed with him when he was awake, and when he fell asleep by chance, she went downstairs to prepare meals and do the cleaning, occasionally leaning on the chair to sleep for a while, and then thinking about struggling to get up to give him hot medicine in the middle of the night.

But he couldn't help it.He himself didn't know why he became like this.

Hirano Bixiang should be quiet, calm and smiling, blooming the most beautiful light like those roses.She should not be touched by anything, and always be so gentle and indifferent to stand at this time.She should become the most immortal picture scroll in the years - not be dragged down by him.

'It's fine if you don't get hurt. ' For the first time he began to ponder such a proposition.

If he wasn't injured, he wouldn't bring fate to this time period, even if...he can never meet Hirano Bixiang again, and the memory can never come back again.

Atobe Keigo lowered his head and swallowed the potion with difficulty.

His throat was scorching hot, like scorched soil after a fire had dried up.Her throat seemed to be blocked by something rough, she couldn't swallow it, couldn't spit it out, drinking water was scraped off inch by inch like the tip of a knife, ice water might be better, but it was drinking poison to quench thirst, she was afraid that he would hurt him even more Injury, after asking the doctor that it would not destroy the effect of the medicine, he insisted on warming the medicine again.It's harder to swallow.

'If, not hurt...' he thought again.

But he couldn't meet her.

Difficult to fall asleep in the second half of the night.Atobe Keigo pretended to be asleep.

He opened his eyes after a long silence, staring at Bixiang Hirano's face in the dim light of the room.

Only when he was asleep would he show that childlike look of fear and anxiety.Her brows would be slightly wrinkled, her lips pursed, but she was very quiet and indifferent, just like she often rarely has other expressions except for a smile.

He wanted to pick her up from the chair and put her on the bed to make her sleep better, but he was afraid of disturbing her, and he didn't recover much strength after lying down for long enough. He had caused her enough trouble.

At dawn, he noticed the sky slowly getting brighter outside the window.

Atobe Keigo stroked his forehead and struggled to get up from the bed.The wound didn't hurt much anymore. According to the doctor, in fact, the focus of the injury this time was not the bullet hole, but the viscera injured by the concussion.The body's mechanism is trying to adjust the balance of the body to heal the wound, so it is difficult to reduce the fever.

Turning around to look, the girl on the chair was in a deep sleep and didn't wake up.

He stood in front of the window, with the curtains not fully closed, looking at the hazy sky outside the window.

There were two skylarks squatting outside the window sill, chattering with each other, but the sound insulation effect of the window was very good, so he couldn't hear it clearly.Seemingly startled by the shadow that suddenly appeared in the window, one skylark fluttered away, and the other scurried away, looking up at him curiously and chirping.

He couldn't help but smile slightly.

why?Since he was going to be brought here, why did he have to forget her?

When Hirano Bixiang woke up, she looked up and saw the figure standing by the window, she was dazed for a few seconds, and called out in disbelief: "...Jingwu?"

He turned and nodded at her.

Then her whole face suddenly brightened up.

Making breakfast is a rack of brains. After all, it is really troublesome for a diner with a sore throat to prepare something he can swallow.But she was in a good mood that day, everything is getting better, isn't it?At any rate, he regained consciousness and returned to sanity.

Hirano Bixiang entered the room with a tray, and Keigo Atobe was looking at a few roses in a vase on his bedside table.I haven't taken care of it for the past few days, and the edges of the flowers have withered.

Hirano Bixiang went downstairs and cut a few fresh flowers from the garden and went back, opened the door, but was surprised to see Keigo Atobe fiddling with her tablet.

She paused at the door for a few seconds, and suddenly some bad premonitions welled up in her heart.

He is in his past time and space - this is his past.

If you were told that you were in your past time, what would you do?

Will you make up for your mistakes?Do you remind yourself of things you regret about the future?

Atobe Keigo turned his head to see him, and his fingers paused slightly.

She didn't quite understand what the page opened on the screen was.News or Securities?But that doesn't mean Bixiang Hirano doesn't know what the focus of his gaze is...it's an email.

Hirano Bixiang stood there, feeling a little cold, she said in a low voice, "No."

Atobe Keigo stared at her.

"You can't." The voice was very soft, even a little trembling, and his face became even paler, "Because... something terrible will happen."

Hirano Bixiang also felt terrible.

Keigo Atobe looked back at the screen and didn't press that button for a long time.

Hirano Bixiang raised her hand, as if trying to stop her, but she still put it down.

Keigo Atobe pressed send.

Then, in an instant—just an instant, the next second after he had sent it, the mail was back in front of his eyes... intact, but with the address removed.As if erased by invisible hands.

There is a pair of invisible hands.

At that moment, Keigo Atobe was like a child who had been stripped naked. He was thrown outside in the ice and snow and poured a basin of water. His whole body was completely cold from the outside to the inside.Even the teeth are trembling trembling.

Hirano Bixiang took a deep breath, restrained the trembling of her fingers, and slowly put the flowers into the bottle.

"You forgot, but I remember." She said softly, "Last time, when you left, you carried a piece of paper with my name on it...you want to remember me, and you don't know when you will leave, so you want to , even if you forget, you will definitely be curious when you see my name, and then it will always be useful. But... those papers came back to your desk later, and you couldn't take them away. At that time, I knew, just like you One year is only equivalent to one day of mine, this time and space is closed to you."

"I don't know where you come from. It's a parallel world, or a different time period in this world, but it doesn't matter, because you are destined to be unable to have any communication with 'yourself'."

"You come because it saved you, and you leave without leaving any memory."

Atobe Keigo slowly put the tablet back on the table, with a dull and confused expression, then suddenly stretched out his hand, wrapped his arms around her waist, and pulled her onto the bed.

Hirano Bixiang fell on her back on the bed, her mind was at a loss for a while.

A pair of hands tightly wrapped around her waist, and her slightly hot forehead pressed heavily against her shoulder.She was surrounded by her whole body, the unconcealable aggression of Keigo Atobe completely enveloped her, Bixiang Hirano dared not move.

The waist was about to break... After a long time, she hesitated and stretched out her hand, hugged him back, and touched his head tentatively, just like touching that little child back then.

"Don't be afraid," she couldn't help herself, and started to laugh. Even though such a terrible thing happened just now, she couldn't help but smile now, her face was stretched, her eyes and brows were full of smiles, "Please... …do not be afraid."

"...fragrant." It was difficult to utter a word in the hoarse voice.

"How wonderful it is to have met you," she said, so grateful, so sincere, "even if you can't stay, even if you can't remember me. How lucky I am that fate sent you to By my side...you don't know, I didn't save you, you were the one who saved me all this time, you are a more beautiful miracle than those roses."

"So don't be afraid?" she said so softly. "Don't be afraid of forgetting me. Don't be afraid of getting me into trouble. It would be great if you could come... but I'd rather you not come... Fate always makes sense. We can't change it, so it's all going to be okay, okay?"

The rules of fate said that he would only bring him when he was about to suffer a mortal crisis.

She was delighted with his appearance, but also feared for his safety.

Only when he meets her again will he revive the forgotten memory.

He is delighted in this world with her, but also afraid of causing trouble for her because of himself.

It’s not like that, but Xiang, it’s not like that.

Atobe Keigo hugged Hirano Bixiang tightly.Even though there are thousands of words in my heart, I can't say a word.

At that moment, he realized why he became like that.

Only at the moment when he knew that he would never remember her again did he realize that he loved her.

——It turns out that this is love.

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Oops, because the main text is enlarged today, there is no small theater.