Love Teaching Ⅰ

"You look good today, you're starting to laugh." Jinsen took off his coat, glanced at Yefen, and began to tease him.

"Yeah." Nofen was a little excited, "Xiaohong is much better."

"That's not very good, it will get better and better in the future." Not only Nobu, but also himself, plus Fukuhara, were all affected by the matter of Kamijo Hiroki.Jinmori was buttoning up his white coat, and when he turned around, he saw Nobu's hand flipping through the case book seriously, "Ah..."

"Eh?"

"Ring," Jin Sen was busy with his hands, closing his cabinet, "what, couple rings? Why are you two so cute?"

"Ah, this, hehe." Nofen scratched his head, his face flushed a little.

If Fukuhara saw it, he would be jealous to death.

"I proposed to Xiaohong."

"..."

"He agreed."

"...That's right, that's it." Jinsen turned over his collar, stopped looking at the wild points, and walked to the door with his head down, "...Congratulations, you are happy."

"Well, thank you senior. Hey... Senior..." Hearing that Jin Sen's voice was a little strange, Yefen hurriedly looked towards the door.

"Work, work." Jinsen pinched his neck, as if very tired, "Come on, you guys!"

"Thank you, senior." Hearing Nobu's thanks, Jin Mori closed the door behind him.

Fool, two men, why are you proposing.

Finally even this guy has a family?No, it should be said that he already had it.But how do two men get married?Didn't you live together a long time ago, and did you do what you should do?Or is it not enough to live together?

That's right, having the awareness to spend the rest of your life together is a good ending for these two guys who are so in love.

Jinsen was a little surprised, he seemed to accept it better than he imagined.

Sure enough, I don't like him that much.

"Senior Jinmori, early." Fukuhara's voice came from behind.When Jinmori turned his head, Fukuhara smiled and waved to him.

"Morning." Oh no, this guy!

"Why, it's a shock?" Fukuhara's head tilted towards the lounge.

This guy, got it? !

"You..." Jinsen hesitated to speak.

"I know, I will know when I come in the morning." Fukuhara looked down at his feet and smiled.

"I see, it's good to know." It was like looking in a mirror, two pitiful and ridiculous people.

"Hey, let's have a drink together after get off work today." Fukuhara walked towards Jinmori, "Let me use my professional knowledge to enlighten you, senior."

"Come on, if you want to get drunk, just say it, why are you pretending to be cute." Jin Sen smiled.

"Okay, okay, I want to get drunk, so you can stay with me," Fukuhara walked to Jinsen's side and bumped into Jinsen's shoulder, "Senior."

"Okay, isn't it just drinking, just stay with me." Jin Sen's mouth curled up.

"Then thank you, senior." Fukuhara stretched his waist and walked forward, waving his hands in a goodbye gesture, "I'll wait for you after work."

It's okay, get drunk with this guy once, and everyone will say what they are holding back in their hearts, maybe they can let go of it.Jinsen took a deep breath, and the long day began again.

After work, Tsumori did not see Fukuhara.I was wondering if this guy had forgotten, but when I walked into the hall, I saw Fukuhara standing outside the gate early.

With his back leaning against the floor-to-ceiling glass door, his tall body is bowed, his eyes are full of downfall, and the white mist rises from his mouth, even though his sad side face is still attractive.

"Running fast." Jin Mori went out, Fukuhara stood up in a daze, and stubbed out the cigarette.

"Where do you want to go, senior?" Fukuhara smiled, carrying the bag on his shoulders and followed Jin Mori.

"Whatever, you asked me to drink together, I don't care." Jinsen looked at his watch, "If you drink, you don't..."

"Driving, you know." Fukuhara reached out to stop a taxi, "Senior, please."

The restaurant was chosen by Jin Mori, a Japanese-style restaurant he was familiar with, and the two asked for a small box.They ordered some food casually, and drank it without taking a few sips. They didn't need to be persuaded, and the two consciously poured one cup after another.To Jinsen's surprise, the topic didn't involve those two people, but gossip and gossip.

"I didn't expect you to be quite strong." After several bottles of wine, Jin Sen blushed slightly, picked up a piece of pickled cabbage and put it into his mouth.

"Hehe, what if I'm not strong, senior wants to see me cry so much?" Fukuhara refilled his glass again.

"It's not that I haven't seen it." Jin Mori smiled, took out a cigarette and handed Fukuhara a cigarette, and the other side also smiled and handed a lighter.

"How should I put it, my mood is a bit complicated." Fukuhara gently raised his head and drank the wine in the glass, "It's not that I haven't thought about getting married."

"Oh." Also, it's not surprising that this guy is in the United States.Jinsen poured another glass for both of them.

"I still think it's just a dream." Fukuhara leaned back with his hands propped up, looking at the ceiling, "Everything is a dream."

"Pfft, I'm starting to escape from reality." Jinsen folded his arms, squinting his eyes with a cigarette in his mouth.

"I also told myself that as long as Hiroki is happy, as long as he is happy, it doesn't matter even if the person he chooses is not me." Fukuhara smiled, "I want to be a hero once, hehe, but I still don't have the courage after all. "

"It's okay, I want to drink some, come, drink..." Jin Mori raised his cup and touched the cup in front of Fukuhara.

"Why? Why...why is that kid, what's so good about that kid, and I..."

"Hey you......"

"What am I inferior to him..." Fukuhara suddenly sat up, "Senior also likes him, don't you, tell me, what's so good about him?"

"I say......"

"Handsome, yes, very refreshing; gentle, I can do it too!! Family background? That kid's family background..." Before Fukuhara could finish speaking, Jin Mori punched him in the corner of his mouth.

"No, you are not allowed to say that about wild points!!!" Jin Mori gasped, his hands were still shaking, "I don't allow you to say that about wild points... I still can't figure it out... What's so good about that Kamijou?! He has such a bad personality, why do you guys like him?!"

"You bastard!!" Fukuhara jumped up and punched Jin Mori in the face.

"I want to fight, okay!" The corners of his mouth were burning hot, with some fishiness in the salty sweetness, Jinsen wiped the corners of his mouth, saw the blood on his hands and smiled, "I'll accompany you!!"

"How can you know how good Hiroki is!!!"

"You can see the excellence of Yefen every day!!!"

"I don't want to watch!!!!!!"

"Guests, you...Doctor Jinmori, stop fighting!!" The proprietress heard the commotion in the box, and when she opened the door, she saw Jinmori and Fukuhara wrestling together. "Let go, you two, if you don't let go, I'll call the police!!"

"Hmph!!!" The two let go of each other's hands at the same time.Jinsen glanced at the proprietress, and turned his head in embarrassment.

Because they were regular customers, the proprietress didn't drive the two of them out, and even sent adhesive plasters and cotton wool to the box to treat the wounds of the two of them briefly.

"It hurts, hurts..." The proprietress viciously stuck the tape on Jin Sen's scratched brow bone.

"Ma'am, four more bottles!" Fukuhara touched the tape at the corner of his mouth with a playful smile.

"How old are you, and you still look like an adolescent boy, I won't sell it to you!!" The proprietress put away the medicine box without looking back.

"Eh? We'll pay... it hurts..." Fukuhara turned his face back, seeing Jin Mori, both of them smiled.Men are simple animals. They call each other brothers when they are happy, fight when they are unhappy, and then they sing and dance.

"Actually, I know where I lost." Fully awake from the wine, Fukuhara lit a cigarette and threw the cigarette case at Jinsen.

I don't need you to tell me, but I already knew it.

It's not that I don't work hard enough, it's not that I don't love him enough, it's not that I can't compare to that person in everything.

The answer is actually very simple.

"Who made me not a grass..." Fukuhara was speechless, and let the tears fall down, from sobbing to wailing, and the crying sound became louder and louder. A 30-year-old, hugging his legs like a pissed off primary school student.

Yes, it's just that I am not that person, that's all.This time should be the last time, I am doing it for your sake.Jinsen looked at the full moon outside the window, something hot slid down his face.