[Ninjin] similar to you

...It's not too fast, right? hhhh

Recently, an actor I really liked was blackmailed illogically by the fans of another actor I worked with, and I was in a bad mood for several days.There is a feeling that something I hold dear is being trampled on by others.Everyone is different, you may or may not like it.Even if you don't like it, why do you have to attack others in such a malicious way?Really, I know this actor with a lot of fans is a good guy, but I will never be able to like him, and now I am suppressing all the malice towards him, after all, fans and actors are two different things.Oh, and his fans didn't care either.Of course I don't care.It's not the first time his fans have attacked an artist he's worked with.Every play has to be attacked once.The males are better, but the female actresses are attacked even more.Anyway, they attacked when they first cooperated.Now that they want to go to the Spring Festival Gala together, they have to attack again.The coffee is small, the background is low, the confidence is low, ha ha, and I still talk about politics (cards), I think it is not cruel enough, right?It's okay, anyway, I still love this Mr. actor, the more you attack me, the more you love him.Anyway, Rensen is the lowest rooster. He was hacked like that last year, so he still hasn't stood still.Justice is in people's hearts, and heaven is watching what people are doing. I can afford to wait.Ten years or 20 years, let's see it then.

To express my feelings, I don’t even dare to read Weibo, there are so many people in Lof to find fault.That's the way the world is.So why do I like Two-dimensional? I can play cp happily. If I like three-dimensional, I hope that he will work hard and not cause dust, and find a good woman to marry and have children to live a happy life.Because he is such a good person.

However, I couldn't afford his endorsement, I couldn't contribute to the ratings, I could only contribute to the number of webcasts, and I didn't contribute much to the movie box office. Even if I wanted to speak for him, I was worried about causing trouble for him.

sosad.

☆, 9

I don't know if it's because of the medicine or because of the mood, Nioh slept till dawn.

Waking up 10 minutes later than your body clock has always done.

He shrank back under the quilt and sat up after thinking about it for a few seconds.

As usual, I met Shinobu at the breakfast table.

Both of them greeted each other calmly, and then had breakfast peacefully.

It was as if nothing had happened the night before.

Of course nothing happened.

So Ren Wang followed him to the door before Renzu went out, leaning against the barrier beside the entrance.

The person being looked at turned his head and gave him a very shallow smile.

Gentle and quiet.

Not polite.

At noon, King Ni received a call from his sister.

"It's the second day of the holiday, you don't plan to go home?"

"I……"

"Don't say you're working overtime. I don't believe it."

King Ren pursed his lips: "Sister."

"You haven't been home for several years." The female voice on the other end calmed down a little. "A few years ago you were abroad, and I didn't force you. Now that you have returned to China, don't you plan to go home? Are you going to talk to Dad?" When will Mom spend it?"

"I..." King Ni was speechless for a while, "Are parents okay?"

"It's good, Ya people are more obedient than you. If you don't go home, they won't behave well on the surface. But Ya Zhi, you are the eldest son. Do you understand what I mean?"

"...I see." King Ni's voice was suppressed in his throat, "It's Chinese New Year today... just forget it. Let's go tomorrow, I'll go back tomorrow."

"It's almost there."

"If I'm kicked out, sister, you have to help."

"Help?" Elder Sister Renwang sneered, "I'll call my parents later to tell my parents that you plan to go home. I can't do anything else. I have to follow the child's father during the Chinese New Year. Fortunately, there is someone elegant at home."

King Ren hung up the phone and pursed his lips.

The mood that had been pretty good was low again.

The enduring New Year's holiday had only half a day of overtime, but an extra surgery was added temporarily.

Even so, he came home from get off work much earlier than usual.

I went to the supermarket to replenish daily necessities and food, just in time for dinner.

When he returned home, King Ni was sitting on the tatami mat with the light on the terrace, his back showing a little bit of subtle emotion.

Putting down the shopping bag in his hand, he thought to himself what happened to this guy?The ups and downs of emotions are so obvious... on purpose?

King Ren's voice came faintly: "Today is Chinese New Year, you won't go home?"

"This is my home." Renzu said.

King Ni didn't move, he half turned his head: "You know what I'm asking."

Renzu walked over slowly, put his hands on Niwang's shoulders: "I know, but I still say this, this is my home.... But you, don't plan to go home?"

He felt some stiff muscles under his palms, and couldn't help rubbing the back of King Ren's neck: "How long have you been sitting here? Your muscles are all stiff. What's wrong?"

"It's nothing." King Ren narrowed his eyes slightly and endured the force of Renzu for a while, then reached back and gently pushed away Renzu's palm: "It's nothing."

He didn't answer Ninjazu's question.

And Renzu also understood and stopped asking.

Emotional release is quick.

Especially as a psychologist himself.

Nioh analyzed several times whether some of his behaviors were too willful or stubborn, and finally felt that they were probably just selfish.

Selfishness is a question of whether it is big or small.

He was sorry for hurting the closest person, but...

No but.

The aura around Nioh, who was sitting at the dining table waiting for his patience to cook, softened again.Even if there are only two people, the dishes are surprisingly rich during the Chinese New Year.

Ren Wang originally wanted to help, but was rejected by Ninzu.

"The dishes you cook don't meet my aesthetic requirements." The man said, "It's better to be picky during Chinese New Year."

"Hey..." King Ren raised his eyebrows, "What's not good about it?"

"It's not pretty anywhere."

The non-nutritious arguing is intermittent, and those who say it don't care about it, and those who listen to it don't care about it.

It's not so much for chatting, as it is for a little lively atmosphere.

In any case, at such a point in time, I always hope to be lively.

The last rice cake soup was served on the table, Ren Zuo took off his apron and sat down at the table, looking at the dishes on the table that were quite ample (at least for two people) and the slightly hunched man sitting opposite, couldn't help but feel a little emotional .

He was alone last year, so he had no choice but to do the night's duty, and went to the emergency room to spend the night at the Red and White Song Concert.

The year before last, I went back to my hometown, but the atmosphere was a bit awkward.He had a fight with his parents.No, it cannot be said to be a quarrel, but it should be more properly said to be a disagreement of ideas.Later, he compromised halfway, gave up the interview qualification of the public hospital that he had passed, and joined Tokyo General Hospital—perhaps in the eyes of more people, this was the right choice. After all, Tokyo General Hospital is the largest private hospital in Tokyo. Much "excellent" than public hospitals.

What about the year before last?

He spent time with other volunteer doctors at Médecins Sans Frontières.

There is no TV or red and white song parties for New Year's Eve in Africa, but there are simple songs and dances.Also still happy.

As for the front, some volunteers spent watching TV and chatting in a room with their fathers and villagers in the countryside, and some spent making jokes with many cousins ​​and cousins ​​in their hometown.

Of course, there are also occasions when two people spend together, and it seems that it has been a long time now.

It's warm in my memory.The warm yellow of the fire that has continued since Christmas, and the color of someone's eyes that are more dazzling than flames.

Unreal yet real.

From this point of view, it seems that I have been going downhill.

One year...not as good as one year?

Ninzuzu was amused by his own complaints.

With Nioh’s gaze as if he was looking at a patient, he took an empty bowl of rice cake soup, which was half full, and put it in front of Niwang: “Happy New Year.”

"...Happy New Year." King Ren lowered his eyes.

After dinner, they nestled on the sofa in the living room to watch the Red and White Song Concert.

It's rare to be in the same place on a big night.

Ninzu’s sofa is not low-grade, the length of a standard sofa.

Each of them leaned on the armrest at one end, covered with the same blanket.If the legs are naturally bent, the calves will naturally intertwine.

Singers and actors on TV are singing.

The living room was dimly lit with only the floor lamp on.

The two men with ulterior motives—to change the word—are silent, staring at the flickering TV.

Nioh refreshed his SNS one after another, looked at all kinds of New Year greetings, and replied to them without distraction.

He doesn't have the habit of sending messages in groups. He has always been sent to him by others, and he simply replies, or throws a small amount of red envelopes.

Of course, the old professor at the research institute has to seriously write the congratulatory speech. It is best to call in person, and the researchers who work together...

The police are better at it.

After being on the front line for a long time, the polite social etiquette is naturally abandoned.

It's almost midnight.

The host on TV is preparing to organize a countdown event.

Nioh recovered from the vortex of text messages and stretched his legs, only to realize that his feet were rarely warm.

He froze for a moment, moved his feet, and rubbed the shallow layer of hair on Renzu's calf—the loose home pants rolled up a little naturally when he was half lying down.

King Ren suddenly became playful, hooked his legs and scratched the front of the shin of Renzu's calf with his toes: "You are fluffy here."

He endured an "Ah?" before reacting.

He twitched the corners of his mouth, turned his mind and started serious scientific research: "Let me tell you, this is a symbol of male hormones. It shows that I have good ability."

"Ability? What... Oh." King Ni clicked his tongue, "These two are obviously related and unnecessary, and they are not direct. Such reasoning is not valid."

"A large body of data suggests that this reasoning holds true."

"Where is the data?"

"I can't recite it." Shinozu said confidently.He also stretched his legs, and his toes brushed Nio's particularly protruding kneecaps, so he complained in his heart that this guy's feet would never warm up, and his presence was too obvious.

With that in mind, Shinobu moved and pinched Nio's foot between his knees.He lowered his voice and said in a very Kansai accent: "I want data...how about you try?"

"...Puff." King Ni twitched his feet symbolically, and let Renzu try to warm his feet with his body, "I have no objection, you come?"

Tit for tat is meaningless for this sake.

So the adult's involuntary yellow (card) cavity attack ends here.

Nioh looked at the messy carnival on the TV after midnight: "By the way, I'm going to Kanagawa tomorrow."

"Go home?" Ninja asked.

King Ni hesitated for a while: "...um."

"It's time to go back." Renzu said, "You haven't seen your family members since you were injured. Going back to receive the care of your family will be good for your recovery."

"Caring? It would be nice if you don't kick me out." King Ren turned his head slightly with a snort.

Ren Zu was not surprised by the amount of information in this sentence - she had already guessed it, maybe he had heard it too.

What to say in this situation?

Needless to say.

It's not like Nioh needs his comfort or needs him to say something.

This guy’s confession reveals a willful taste, giving people the feeling of “I don’t care if you want to hear it or not, anyway, I just say what I want to say, I don’t care how you feel after hearing it, anyway, I just want to feel good.”

After thinking about it, he patted the blanket covering their lower body with his feet: "I will remember to leave the door for you."

"Puff, it's not like I don't have your key." King Ni smiled and said, "As long as you don't change the lock, I can get in."

The author has something to say: I'm not in the mood to write too much today...

My problem now is that I have a few materials to get stamped by the school but I'm already home...

sosad...

Is it useful to find a monitor...

Go ahead and ask...

I haven't been able to follow the ninja line yet, so I will take the Nioh line for the time being.But Ninji will mention it later.

Many people will probably feel that it is thunderous to deal with it this way, but...

Yes, there are not so many pure homosexuals in this world.

If you are a double, is it normal to get married if you are crazy enough?

☆, 10

After zero o'clock, there was another burst of fireworks.

The fireworks display was not close to the apartment, and the sound faded indistinctly.

The daily routine of recuperating from injuries is too standard (at least compared to the working state), Nioh is drowsy while listening to the sound of fireworks.

He closed his eyes.

Reluctantly getting off the sofa, the blanket was a little empty.

The sound of wearing slippers, and then the sound of going to the kitchen and pouring water.

The sound of the induction cooker...

Wait, what else?

Nioh opened his eyes a little, and Shinobu, who was walking slowly from the kitchen, was holding a glass of milk in his hand.

He twitched the corner of his mouth: "I don't lack calcium."

"Sleep aid." Renzu said.

He stood and waited for a few seconds, and seeing King Ren not moving, he simply went straight to it.The milk cup was placed on the coffee table first, and both hands rested on Nio's shoulders and neck to pull him up.

It makes me look so squeamish...

King Ren let out a breath, and had no choice but to sit up with the strength of his forbearance.

He put his hands on the back of the sofa for a while, the pain in his abdomen no longer hurts, but he still can't exert too much strength.

While drinking milk, he wondered if the current state of him and Ren Zu is called "ambiguous".

It stands to reason that men of his age are already in a state of urgency or numbness to feelings, and most of them have no intention of playing ambiguously.But ask Niwang to see that the little bit of tension in the relationship that seems to be absent is the most addictive part of the relationship.

And if you can meet someone who is your match, it will be really exciting.

Ninjutsu is probably like this.

For some unknown reason, this man who put on a gentle and considerate look took the empty glass he had finished drinking, and raised his hand to rub the back of his neck with just enough force: "Go to sleep when you're sleepy, you Do you want to get up early tomorrow?"

King Ren blinked, raised his hand and wiped the corner of his mouth: "No need."

The man smiled and let go, and went to the kitchen to wash the cups.When he came back and saw King Ren sitting on the sofa, he raised his eyebrows: "Do you want me to carry you up?"

"...Can you hug me?" King Ren tilted his head to look at him.

Shinozu opened his hand to him: "Try?"

"...Forget it, I'm afraid you'll throw me." King Ren said.

He lifted the blanket, folded it into a square and placed it at the end of the sofa out of habit, and erected the pillows.

Ren Zu watched him tidy up, and followed him when he walked upstairs to the room, unhurriedly retorting what he said earlier: "The surgeon has no strength, how can he move the patient onto the operating table? No matter how hard you are, It’s not as good as those people who have been anesthetized and still have a hunchback.”

"Then how much do you think I weigh?"

"Visual measurement?" Ninzu began to calculate seriously, "You are about the same height as me, about 1.8 meters. If you calculate according to the BMI index... more than 130?"

King Ni laughed and said, "I'm not as thin as I look."

"You have to calculate your body fat percentage, I know. You always look thinner than you actually are." Ren Zu then guessed, "So, you have one hundred and four?"

"Anyway, it's more than one hundred and three." Nioh himself doesn't know how much he weighs now. The physical examination was half a year ago, and he hasn't exercised for a long time since he was injured, and a lot of his muscles have disappeared.Judging by the body shape, it hasn't changed much, and it's hard to say whether it has become lighter or heavier.

In fact, Ninzu didn't care how much Nioh weighed: "It's not too heavy. You really don't want me to try?"

"Try what?" Nioh finally reached the door of the room, and only then turned around and leaned against the door frame.He hugged his arms with a smile that was not a smile, and there was a little drowsy softness: "Try to hug me?"

Renzu raised his hand and touched the bridge of his nose: "No?"

Niwang raised his chin slightly and said with a smile, "You will have a chance."

This can't be said to be counted, but a sure flirting.

No one found it offensive, or offensive.

The rhythm of the two is in sync, and such progress is delightful.

It's a pity that the happy time is short-lived.

King Ni woke up and couldn't help sighing when he thought about going home.

He has a car, and Ninzu's apartment actually has two parking spaces.

When King Ren asked, Ren Zu said that he had more than one car.

Speechless.

But think about it, this kind of rich kid also has the same troubles as ordinary people, is also lonely, also needs to work overtime, and is also troubled by trivial matters such as colleagues, interpersonal relationships, promotions and transfers...

There is no point of complaining at all.

On the way to drive to Kanagawa, Nio remembered that day a few years ago, probably at the beginning of summer vacation, when he went to the airport to pick up Yagyu back home, and secretly held hands at the corner of the bus.There are too many people, and it is natural to stand close together in the tram.Liu Sheng still had luggage in his hand, and when he crossed the curve, he leaned towards him under the action of inertia.Thinking that no one was paying attention to the corner, he quickly kissed the corner of Liu Sheng's mouth.

It's really light and fast, no matter from which angle you look at it, it probably looks like you hit it by accident.

But it happened to be seen by the father who came out to run business.

That's how people's luck is, it's hard to tell.

If it hadn't been for witnessing this scene, if it wasn't for the father who knew his son too well, and also knew too well what his son would and wouldn't do...

In fact, Nioh never thought of turning things into this way.

It's homosexuality, if he can hide it, he may hide it for a lifetime.

It's not that difficult to pretend to be an unmarried man, and he's always been popular with girls.

As a result, it became impossible to even install it.

When you are young, you dare to do anything.It's also hard to say whether the psychological pressure he experienced when he found it completely impossible to be interested in girls in high school played a role in promoting it.

In short, when he came home that day, he chose to acquiesce in the face of his father's questioning.

It was so stupid that he couldn't look directly at it when he thought about it now.

There are many ways to solve the problem. He can think of one, two, three or four ways to act with his eyes closed. Why did he admit it so directly?

It's not completely incomprehensible either.

He experienced such a big thing at that time, and his own mental state was very unstable.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have made such a bold move on the tram.

Even that case is confidential, he can't tell anyone.Parents can't do it, and Liu Sheng, who is still in love, can't do it.

So many coincidences.

Bumped together and got the only result.

In fact, admitting it is not a completely bad thing.

At least the parents were still young at that time and could take the blow.He is still young, and he can endure the beatings.

Nioh thought so, suppressing a little bit (maybe more than a little bit) of guilt.

After that, his family cut off his living expenses. Fortunately, he has already gone to college, so it is not particularly difficult to find a part-time job to support himself or even pay his tuition.And the bonus he got from playing tennis before is still in hand.Later, the old professor helped him solve a series of matters from studying abroad to part-time jobs in the research institute, and even contacted a few for him to rent a house.In fact, he didn't suffer too much along the way, and the life he lived was no different from that of a normal person.

Studying, looking for a job.Get hurt a little bit and fall in love with a different person.

He also went home a few times on the way, but he broke up unhappy and was kicked out after staying for a few minutes.

However, his overseas studies became more and more heavy, and his chances of returning to China became less and less, so he gradually stopped going back home.

After having a fixed income, I will also send living expenses to my parents every month.

It's just that King Ni was thinking, such behavior...his father should be even more angry.

After thinking wildly all the way, Niwang found a parking lot near his home and parked the car.

He walked home, wondering if his image in the neighborhood had changed as an "unfilial son".

He stood at the door of the house and hesitated for a few minutes before knocking.

In the middle of the morning and not too late, the mother's answer to the door, which I haven't heard for a long time, makes people feel kind.

Before Nio had time to adjust his expression, he looked at his mother who opened the door with restrained expectation.

He choked, took a very careful breath, and called Mom in a low voice.

This time, he entered the house smoothly.

King Ni didn't know what to say when he got home.

Whether he will quarrel with his parents, he still has no idea.

It's good to bear some things, but it's not unbearable.After all, parents love their children very much, and they think carefully about their words when they curse.

After lunch with each other cautiously, Nioh almost suffered from indigestion.

He was a little sad.

I always feel that I would rather be beaten than become like this.

Always find a topic to chat, and some things can't be avoided after all.

"Masaharu." After hesitating for a long time, the mother who served a cup of tea after the meal said in a subtle tone, "That child from the Yagyu family is getting married."

That kid from the Yagyu family?

Which?

...Birus?

King Ni was stunned for a moment, then realized: "That's pretty good."

"Aren't you...?"

"It's been a long time since we broke up." King Ni said.

He lowered his head to look at the steaming tea in the cup, and listened to his mother's more urgent words: "What about you? What are your plans?"

"I'm different from him, Mom." Nioh clenched the slightly hot cup wall with both hands, "I said it, I was the one who dragged him into the water from the beginning. He can be with girls, but I can't."

He paused and took a breath: "I am born, I only like men. Just treat me as a psychopath, okay?"

"What are you saying that you are sick!" Niwang's father patted the table angrily.

"..." King Ren bit his lip.

The atmosphere froze again, and from the corner of his eyes Niwang could see his younger brother sitting in the corner of the sofa with an expression of wanting to escape.

"Then what about you now?" asked after a long silence.

Nioh let out the breath he was holding in slowly.

He said softly, "I'm doing fine, don't worry."

In the afternoon he was alone in his room.I haven't been in for several years, the room is still clean, and the furnishings are almost the same as when I was in college.Renwang felt uncomfortable, so he had to sit on the bed in a daze.

Brother Niwang knocked on the door and came in.

"Brother." The man who was already taller than him pulled out the chair in front of the desk and sat upside down, hugging the back of the chair and tilting his head to look at him, "Are you okay?"

King Ren twitched the corner of his mouth: "What's wrong with me."

"Oh." Brother Niwang nodded, "I don't believe it. It must be hard work outside alone."

King Ren didn't speak.

"Don't become so indifferent... It's hard for me to be caught in the middle." He said with a bitter face.

King Ren glanced at him, a little helpless: "What are you doing?"

"I'm afraid you and your parents are quarreling again. You had a big battle before, okay?"

"It's okay." King Ren thought for a while.

"How can you say it's okay." Brother Renwang opened his eyes wide, "How badly you were beaten by your father at that time."

"There is no missing arm or broken leg, so don't exaggerate." King Ren squinted at him, "Can I get to the point? You didn't come to accompany me to remember bitterness and sweetness, did you?"

"No." Brother Niwang raised his arms in a gesture of surrender, "I want to say that my parents have actually compromised, but they are stubborn. They are the same as you. The whole family is not like me, I can bend and stretch.  … ...Hey, don't do it, I'm talking about the point! That is, you really don't plan to get married?"

"Before same-sex marriage is legalized in China, yes, I don't plan to." King Ni said.

"Then you can get married by agreement, it's a fake marriage...that kind of thing." Brother Renwang tentatively asked.

King Ren frowned: "Whose idea is this?! This is a lie!"

"……You're angry?"

King Ni stroked his hair a little irritably: "Ya Ren, do you know that this kind of fake marriage is the kind of fraudulent marriage that people will be accused of being gay on the Internet?"

Brother Renwang sneered: "Don't get excited, I'm just asking casually."

"You'd better just ask."

"That's why you're so excited, bro... now you have a date?"

Nioh turned his head and looked at his younger brother seriously.

Although he didn't go home, he still kept in touch with his siblings, so he indirectly kept his parents safe.

My sister has never expressed her opinion on his sexual orientation, and her attitude is lukewarm.Brother...

"Are you curious?" King Ren couldn't laugh or cry, "Isn't falling in love the same?"

"Oh, so if your ex-boyfriend wants to get married, you feel the same way as your ex-girlfriend wants to get married?"

Niwang sneered: "Is your ex-girlfriend getting married?"

"... I have an ex-girlfriend who got married. Don't be so excited, brother, I just ask, ask..." Brother Niwang jumped up from the chair.

Before he walked out of the room, he hesitated for a moment, turned his head and lowered his voice a little: "Parents actually think a lot. Brother, you should say more. They will listen to your mood and thoughts."

The door of the room was closed again.

Nioh stared blankly at the air for a while, and finally raised his hands to cover his face, and lay back on the bed.

The author has something to say: In fact, I have always defaulted to Nioh, and his adult body is 181.5 tall.

Then all the CPs related to him, I have thought about it: Ninjazu is about 183, Atobe is as tall as Nioh, 181.5, Yagyu is the same as Ninaku at 183, and Yukimura is 179... My bad taste... Liu is 189, Sanada 186, Marui 174... Is this the only cp I have written so far?

Then it may be written, cut the original 178.

Don't laugh, I made the settings very seriously.

Tall and short have their own cuteness.

Then there is the matter of weight. The weight of boys is really a bit different from what they look like. Some people look thin but they are really not light, because the bones still have muscles, which is considered thin.Nioh... who told XF that he was short on calories and was thin but not light... Nioh and Atobe are the same height and weight, so there are many people who are lighter than him.Yagyu himself is not heavier than Nioh, and in the formula book, Yagyu still said that Nioh is too thin...

I take it as a matter of body fat percentage.

Then I thought about the plot of going home, but it didn't feel right when I wrote it... I don't know how to change it, so I will leave it like this for the time being.

And, yes, that’s right, my original intention of writing this article was to let King Ni attend Yagyu’s wedding.

Tonic complained about my bad taste.

☆, 11

Nioh lay on the bed and called Liu Sheng: "Are you getting married?"

"Who did you listen to?" Liu Sheng's tone was a little surprised and a little cramped.

King Ni still covered his eyes with one hand, and his mood was a little delicate: "Just say it."

"...Well." The other end was silent for a while, before explaining in a rambling manner, "I didn't plan to go so soon, and my family was in a hurry. But in fact, the matter hasn't been settled yet, so I can only say that it's almost the same. .”

"Isn't this very good." Niwang laughed twice, "Marriage is a good thing, and you have reached the age of marriage.... But, Bilu Shi, don't forget what we agreed on. .”

"...Don't worry." Liu Sheng's voice seemed to be mixed with a hint of sigh, "I will give you the wedding invitation."

It's not that I want to smash the field.

King Ni thought that he could not control his emotions until he heard the news from a special person at this point in time.

I didn't ask you to explain it to me, why do you speak in this tone?

I'm the one who was tricked by you.

We met at the party the day before yesterday, so it would be nice to mention such a big matter.Nor would he be caught off guard in front of his parents.

It's too ugly to let it go.

And King Ni knew that he hadn't let go.

A man's obstinate desire to control at such times is always annoying to his master.

He hung up the phone and lay down by himself for a while.

There is no air-conditioning in the old house, and even wearing a down jacket in winter cannot lie on the bed for a while.

The hands covering the eyelids almost had the effect of icing. Nio took a breath and propped himself up to sit up, thinking helplessly how many days he had gotten used to the 24-hour central air conditioner in Ninzu's house.

Sure enough, it is difficult to go from extravagance to frugality.

In addition to rent, does he still need to pay utility bills?I always feel that the water and electricity of this house this month... are all used by him.

When Niwang got out of bed, he found that his feet were stiff.

It's useless to wear socks, the body can't heat up, and the coolness seems to penetrate from the top of the head to the soles of the feet.

It was really cold.

He stared at the empty desk for a while, and finally gritted his teeth.

The phone rang at this moment.

The screen lights up, it's a text message.

King Ren scratched it away.

"Are you staying at home tonight? The medicine is not taken away." - Yushi Ninade

King Ni moved his fingers, and his stiff fingertips made him type several typos, so he had to delete them and try again.

"I want to have a good talk with them." - Masaharu Nioh

Text messages were answered quickly.

"That's good, you should have had a good talk with them." - Yuuji Ninade

Then Nioh remembered that he had never asked Renzu if he had come out with his family.

There is always some kind of radar among the same kind, and the rumors that have been heard also vouch for the sensitivity of this radar.Nioh and Renzu have not talked about any relationship-related topics so far, but they seem to have a tacit understanding of each other's attributes.

At least Nioh didn't suspect that Ninzuzu might not accept it when he reached out to grab Ninzuzu's neck the night before, and some of Ninzuzu's seemingly caring behaviors before that actually carried a very light hint.

But Renzu is more calm than him in this respect.

This composure even made him a little unwilling.

King Ren didn't reply.

He knocked on his parents' door with his mobile phone.

Some things are not as difficult as imagined.

And more often than not, stalemate is an overly extreme choice when people are emotionally overwhelmed.

Face to face with his parents so close, Nioh finally realized clearly that his parents were old.

It is no longer an indomitable existence in childhood memories, and it is necessary to be careful when talking with children.

It made him sad.

Sadness, and guilt.

But no regrets.

He is responsible for his own life, so all the choices in life are decisions made out of his own will.Will not change for anyone.

I have always been an extremely selfish person.

Nioh thought.

At night, he huddled under the cold quilt, chatting with Renzu who didn't know whether he was considerate or too sensitive.

The Internet speed in the old house is not fast, and the voice transmission always fails, and it takes a long time to transmit it by typing.

They chatted on and off.

"I guess you are very cold now. Although I have always disliked the air conditioner in my house, but after sleeping for so many days, and then returning to the life without air conditioner and wearing a quilt instead of a duvet... Am I right?" - Renzu Yoshi

"Puff." - Nioh Masaharu

"I guessed right." - Yushi Ninzu

"Why are you so idle, guessing whether I'm cold or not... Even if you don't go to work, don't you need to write a dissertation as a doctor of medicine?" ——Nio Masaharu

"You can't step on my sore feet just because you've been poked in the sore spot. And the work is endless, so you have to properly give yourself space to relax." - Yushi Ninzu

"So, on rare days off, why would you stay in the house alone instead of finding someone to drink?" - Masaharu Nioh

"Find an izakaya like your Tachikai party? It's really middle-aged style. I feel young." - Yushi Ninazu

"Heh, then give me an example to explain the style of your Ice Emperor's party?" - Nioh Masaharu

"Our party? It's not easy for us to get people together." - Yushi Ninade

Renwang calculated the group of people from the Ice Emperor back then, and he understood why Renzu would say that.

Even though Ice Emperor is already the leading private school in Tokyo, the threshold for admission is not too outrageous.Except for Atobe's family background which is astounding, the other people's family background is not small.Simple calculations have two or three levels