Mi Xia [Net King]

"Oh, Jingwu," Hirano Bixiang raised her head and smiled slowly, "Don't be angry."

Atobe Keigo felt that he had fallen into a vicious circle of self-inflicted suffering.

It's like putting two boxes full of candies in front of a child, telling him that there are different candies in the boxes, one is very sweet and the other is very bitter, and he can only choose one, and then ask people to taste it first .So before I opened the box, I was so anxious and hesitated about my choice, afraid that I made a wrong choice, and that others would suffer because of my mistakes.

Hirano Bixiang, who is full of apologies, is such a child.She seldom hesitates like this, and most of the time she is extremely strong and decisive. She has her own principles of dealing with things and her own standards of judgment, and she will not be shaken or changed by others. Probably the only one that made her feel troublesome was Keigo Atobe.

She set the bottom line too low in front of him, so that his every move can affect her own.Perhaps Keigo Atobe relied on this, and understood her almost indulgent tolerance towards him, so he dared to force her regardless of his own will.He succeeded, but he forgot that Hirano Bixiang, who had returned to his normal pace, could make him helpless just by smiling.

Hirano Bixiang, who was so careful lest she would say the wrong thing or do the wrong thing, and even bullied her so that it made people feel at ease, disappeared in a blink of an eye.Keigo Atobe, who is desperate like a trapped animal when he can't feel the response, can impose his emotions on her selfishly and domineeringly, but Keigo Atobe, who is full of love and gratitude, only needs Hirano Bixiang to look at him. Laughing, he felt that there was nothing better than this—the cautious and nervous person was replaced by him.

Those memories that were lost in that summer many years ago came back. When he was seven years old, he looked up at her. At the age of 16, he looked at her at the same level. His eyes were looking down, and the uncontrollable love and attachment that were about to surge out were also pouring down obliquely, but the more he looked at her, his head couldn't help but lower his head, and his body couldn't help it. Go down, just like at the beginning, raise your head and dedicate your enthusiasm to her.

"I should be angry." Keigo Atobe stood beside her bed, just said so with a sullen face.

He should be angry, but his heart and eyes are full of joy, his heart has already filled his chest, how can he still be angry.

Maybe from the very beginning, I just want your attitude.Even the current way of getting along is good.You don't refuse my hugs, my kisses, understand what it looks like when I am so attached and love your emotions.If you are willing to open your whole heart to me, you will find that you already have my whole heart.

Hirano Bixiang blinked, didn't know what to say, just smiled.

The more she laughed like this, the more helpless Keigo Atobe became.

Open wounds are a good thing.After the examination, Dr. Quan taught her how to bend her knees, which can move her legs and feet slightly, but it will not speed up the blood flow so that the wound is difficult to scab, and it will not make the skin tense and unable to straighten after scabs form.

Ankle sprains are much easier to deal with than knees.After the black and white rubbed apart, a large purple-black smear spread around the joints. It didn't look good, but in fact, there wasn't much pain anymore.

Atobe Keigo poured medicinal wine on his palm and rubbed her feet.Hirano Bixiang sat on the edge of the bed, looking at him without blinking.

"So good-looking?" Atobe Keigo glanced at her several times and found that she hadn't changed her expression at all. She was silent for a while, but stopped and turned her head away.

Looking straight ahead, Hirano Bixiang didn't feel shy, she nodded and said seriously: "The longer the better, Jingwu."

There was no change on Atobe Keigo's face, but his heart was completely soft.It was originally a slightly teasing remark, but instead he started to feel embarrassed.No matter how cold his expression was, only he knew the slightly hot temperature under his face.

She herself has not changed much in these years, maybe from the first photo of the bonfire in the album until now, 20 years have passed, she is still so gentle and quiet to the extreme.

"When Jing Wu is angry...really, it's scary," because of guilt, he humbled himself to the dust, and felt that he had given up everything he could give, so he naturally let go of the guilt, and once she calmed down, he There is no way, "It's much better now."

Time imprinted on his face only accentuated the profundity and beauty of his facial features. It was still the old outline, but his temperament was completely different.

Hirano Bixiang frowned: "So just don't get angry."

Atobe Keigo stood there for a long time: "... Is it my fault?"

Hirano Bixiang actually nodded!Before he could get annoyed, she had already straightened up and looked up at him.

The sun outside the window was just right, and it was shining brightly on the bed. The soft light shone on her face, and even the fine hairs on her skin were clearly visible. Her eyes were very hopeful: "Jing Wu, just smile, smile."

Atobe Keigo didn't smile, he just thought for a while, then bent down and kissed her on the lips.

After a while, he straightened up as if nothing had happened, rubbed some medicinal wine on his palm and continued to rub it, trying not to look at Hirano Bixiang's eyes that suddenly widened, and his face that slowly turned red.

...Because there seems to be a similar heat under his ears.

Hirano Bixiang was finally able to walk under the eyes of Keigo Atobe.

After dragging my injured leg out of the bedroom, I realized that it was a room similar to a large suite. Many rooms were connected to each other, almost covering the east half floor.The inner bedroom, the outer living room, the huge cloakroom on the side, and the piano room next to it...the storage room and the tea room are opposite.

Her gaze passed over the soft and gorgeous sofa and landed on the coffee table.There is a large bouquet of roses on the solid wood coffee table, they are so rudely squeezed into a vase, they are in full bloom but too messy.Hirano Bixiang just glanced at it, but couldn't move anymore.

Atobe Keigo saw it, found flower scissors from outside and handed them to her.

He dismissed Michael with an inscrutable face, and leaned against the door to look back inside, his habitually indifferent face gradually melted into a warm arc.

"How can you stay the same all the time." He looked around and seemed to murmur.

Hirano Bixiang heard it.She tilted her head and smiled at him: "Actually...Jingwu hasn't changed."

"It's different," he said.

Then she asked, "What's the difference?"

Keigo Atobe crossed his arms and raised an eyebrow slightly.This made his face suddenly come alive, not like a gorgeous and cold sculpture, but like a portrait with life.Only when he makes such a relaxed gesture, the repressed and heavy momentum will overflow with a few youthful edges and sharp pride.

Hirano Bixiang waited for his answer, but unexpectedly he stopped talking.He raised his head again out of curiosity, not missing the gentle waves in those eyes as deep as the sea.

"What a wonderful fate." Keigo Atobe said with emotion.

"……so?"

"I was kidnapped when I was seven years old. It was actually an accident." He said lightly, "I saw something I shouldn't have seen, so the gangsters took me away... They soon discovered that my identity was not true. Ordinary, so I started blackmailing my family along the way. A lot of things happened in the middle...Actually, I deserve to die, but I walked into the rescue that fate arranged for me...I met you."

Hirano Bixiang blinked slowly.

"Many days later, I came back to the door with clean clothes, and when I woke up, I saw the excited faces of my parents... Everyone thought I was saved by kind people... Even I thought so, but I forgot, It's like you've never been there—all my consciousness has avoided your presence, and you've never been there."

Holding a bright red rose in full bloom, she responded very lightly: "Yes."

"When I was 16...it was easier." A faint smile appeared on the corner of his lips, "Whether the car accident happened or not, what did I look like when I came to you, and how did I stand at the intersection when I went back?" I can't remember why the clothes on my body changed, and I can't remember why my own time suddenly passed for a few hours."

"So... at the age of 23, you must be panicking." Hirano Bixiang said softly.

"After all, there is an extra bullet hole on the body..." Keigo Atobe smiled. If it was just a gunshot wound, it would be fine, but how can you explain that the wound has been treated and has been healed? "Fortunately time is blurred..."

The flow of time is not equal.

In the summer she stayed in, he had gone through so many stages of life, past or future, young or old.

I can't remember you, I can't remember everything that happened to me, I can only make up a suitable reason based on my vague impression, and then believe it.Probably when fate stripped you out of my mind and my life, it also left an excuse for all this.

Fate was favoring him, but he used such a cruel method.

But no matter what, it brought her back to him, and he could forgive all the ups and downs.

"I think..." Hirano Bixiang put the flowers in her hand on the coffee table, then opened her arms, "Perhaps I should give you a hug?"

Atobe Keigo straightened up with a smile, walked up to her and bent down.

Maybe, it really hasn't changed, Xiang.

The author has something to say:

5.15

After the uncle was satisfied, he was actually so greedy that he thought, oh, in fact, if you become enlightened later, I can bully you a little more... Now not only do I not feel the pleasure of being bullied, but I am often the one being bullied! !Stupid author, you love to come out——what about the overbearing president that was agreed upon!

Author: You wait!Immediately let you domineering!

In fact, everyone has thought of it, Mixia wins entirely by conception, it basically has no plot, and there is nothing to tangle after the emotional line is clear, sweet to the end~ So, the main line is growth, haha.