funeral

When Ito came home from get off work, he found that Nagasawa was bored on the sofa watching a frothy drama, and the dinner table was prepared before. This state had lasted for several days.

Although Nagasawa didn't say anything, Ito was able to get some information from Aoba. It was beyond Ito's expectation that the other party would do this for him, but to be honest, he was not very happy.

From the dignified Aizawa Gumi Wakato to the current vagrant, such a huge psychological gap, that guy chose to bear it alone, which made Ito a little annoyed, even though he knew that the reason why the other party refused to speak was because he was worried.

It seems that the bad habit of love to be brave can never be changed...

Ito shook his head helplessly, and then the boredom in his heart gradually turned into firmness.

Even if he was really abandoned by that organization, he would still be by that person's side.Even without a job, he is fully confident that the other party's life will not be affected by this incident.

Since Nagasawa made such a decisive choice, Ito will not let him down.

However, the matter seems to have not yet reached an absolute point. According to Aoba, the cadres in the Aizawa group will conduct several votes during this period to determine whether Nagasawa will stay or stay.

It doesn't feel good to have fate in the hands of others, and judging from this guy's performance, he still has a lot of nostalgia for that organization, so the days waiting for the verdict are undoubtedly a torment.

Ito looked in the direction of the sofa and thought, why not take this opportunity to relax and let that person forget these troubles for a while.

"Mela, is there any news from your sister?" Nakajima asked the woman who had been rescued before, and the other party said that her name was Pamela, and the people around her referred to as Mela.

"Not yet, she said that there is something wrong with the visa, and it will take another two days..." Mela clapped the cabbage in her hand, "Mr. Nakajima, do you want to try bibimbap today?"

Since living here, Mela has taken the initiative to do all the housework.In the process of getting along, Nakajima felt that the other party's character was straightforward and cute, and he was a very worthwhile friend.However, he is also troubled by this matter.

How nice it would be if Mela were "someone else"...

One hour after seeing the real face of the other party that day, Nakajima ran to the police/video station with an excuse. Yes, he recognized Mela almost at a glance as the person he was looking for.

But when he got to the police/station, he didn't know what to do.The forensic/medical report is clear, and the first investigation has been closed, and the superior has emphasized that no interference is allowed, so it is me who makes trouble out of nothing.Besides, he really has no evidence to prove that this matter is suspicious, and the motivation to search hard is nothing more than a brute force of the brain.

Furthermore, if you go to question the other party without finding out the details of the other party, maybe even the last trace of possibility will be shattered.

Nakajima thinks that what he lacks now is a reason to intervene in this case and Mela's trust.

"Mr. Nakajima?" Mela asked again, and the other party came back to his senses.

"Well, I'm looking forward to bibimbap!" Nakajima tried hard to squeeze out a smile from the tip of his nose. He has never been good at hiding his thoughts, and it is his limit to endure for so many days.

"By the way, I saw a news yesterday that the underwear/clothes of the residents on the 8th floor fell on the balcony of the 7th floor, and then the couple downstairs quarreled for a long time..." Mela turned around and cut the condiments quickly, " You said that the 8th floor knew that the cause of the incident was yours, so why didn’t you go over and explain? If something is lost, the owner should come forward to claim it..."

"The owner? Claim it?" Nakajima frowned and repeated.

"That's right, don't you usually have that program?"

"Well, that's right." Nakajima raised his head, as if he had found a new breakthrough.

He wasn't just looking for trouble, he just found the previous owner.Let the other party go to the police/station to claim their lost property. Is this reason convincing enough?And from Mela's point of view, his stated purpose is not so obvious.

Although he knew that his acting skills were worrying, Nakajima decided to give it a try for the sake of the truth.

"Speaking of lost and found, I just witnessed a robbery/robbery/case in Shinjuku last month. The culprit was caught on the spot, but the owner of the alloy box is said to have never appeared..."

Nakajima tried his best to act as calm as possible, and the sound of cutting vegetables in the kitchen seemed to be gradually slowing down.

"Ah, by the way, I have noticed the owner, she is a very beautiful woman, I always think she looks a bit like you..."

"Snapped"!Before he finished speaking, there was the sound of a kitchen knife being laid flat on the cutting board. Seeing this, Nakajima tensed up subconsciously, because Mela was walking up to him with the knife in his hand.

"That person is me." The woman's tone was calm.

Ito left the night shift with a dreamy body. In the parking lot, he saw the family member leaning against his car and smoking a cigarette, with a few cigarette butts scattered around his feet, as if he had been waiting for a while.

"Here we come..." The other party took out a can of hot milk from his pocket and stuffed it into his hand, then turned his head slightly, "Our car is over there."

Only then did Ito realize that the man's clothes today were not the same as usual.

Although the dark blue jacket with a hood tightly isolates the outside world, it still can't conceal the innate black/dao aura that seems to be born; you don't need to guess that the seemingly ordinary overalls are expensive. The legs look a little short under the oppression, and they are tucked in hiking boots vaguely/ambiguously——it's an outfit that is so suitable that it is annoying.

"It's not bad, is it?"

Nagasawa spoke proudly, but the other party's response was not enthusiastic, "...it looks like a pizza delivery man."

"Really?" Nagasawa grabbed the front of his shirt and looked it over carefully, and couldn't help laughing, "Speaking of which, yours looks more like oh~ah, it's here."

Nagasawa stopped in front of an off-road vehicle and took out a red jacket from the back seat, "Your skin is fair, you look good in this color."

"What is this for?"

"Camping!" Nagasawa took it for granted, "The journey is a bit far, you can just sleep in the car."

Ito held the coat stupidly, and seemed to be unable to recover, but he felt that he seemed to be getting more and more used to the pace of the other party's thinking and thinking.

In the severe winter, which is not a real sense, the heater in the car was turned on a little too much, and the warm air flow made Ito feel sleepy.

He looked at the person driving beside him, feeling inexplicably relieved, and then naturally held the other person's hand.Nagasawa raised the corner of his mouth and gently rubbed the man's fingertips.

"Why do you suddenly want to go camping?"

"It's not like someone deliberately dropped a travel magazine on the coffee table."

"You're smarter than I... imagined..."

"Of course!"

Nagasawa looked to the left with a smile, but what came into view was his lover's dozing face, and a hint of distress was instantly rubbed into the warm eyes, and the speed of the car slowed down quietly.

Kirishima called Ito several times, but they all showed that he was not in the service area.

"Couldn't it be to hide from me?" Kirishima's mouth seemed to be pouting to the tip of his nose, "It's rare to care about the progress between him and the gangster/big/boy, I didn't expect to be so ungrateful..."

Putting down the phone, he continued to wrap himself in the bed, wondering why his father didn't come to wake him up.

Did he go to the company... If the old guy could focus more on industrial expansion, he wouldn't be so closely watched.

But ah, the life where no one is watching always feels uncomfortable.

Hey, wait... why are you uncomfortable?

Kirishima sat up, and was startled to realize that his psychology seemed to be changed little by little by his father, and the result of the change made him extremely disturbed.

In a panic, he grabbed his phone again, planning his next escape plan.

Ito woke up with a burst of soft kisses, and there was a vague smell of tobacco and grass floating on the tip of his nose. It turned out that they had already arrived at their destination.

Changze pulled people out of the car, and showed him to see the tent he had built independently, as if showing off, his words were full of joy.Sure enough, no matter how old a man is, he is always interested in the game of survival in the wild.

Ito looked around and found that their camp was in the area with the river.

"Why did you choose to be here?"

"Isn't that the circle you drew on it?"

"But..." You are afraid of water...

Nagasawa smiled and handed over the freshly brewed coffee, "It's enough if you like it."

Nakajima came home from get off work and saw Mela busy in the kitchen as usual, so he couldn't help thinking about the scene that day.

The woman confronted him, and within a few seconds put down the knife and knelt in front of him tremblingly, begging him not to call the police.Tears mixed with snot on his bruised face looked messed up, Nakajima couldn't bear to keep asking, so he had to give up.

"I can't see women crying" must be the most difficult weakness of Hiroyuki Nakajima in his life, right?But he could somewhat see that Mela was carrying a heavy secret in her heart.

"Dinner will be ready soon, today is fried rice cakes!"

Nakajima smiled and nodded, then went to the balcony to collect the clothes.While patting the quilt, his peripheral vision was always attracted by a corner of the neighborhood. There seemed to be a shadow over there, which flickered so that people couldn't help but pay attention.But Nakajima regained his composure, but there was nothing there.

He tilted his head. Could it be an occupational disease caused by long-term stalking?

Neither of them spoke during dinner.After that day, nothing seemed to happen to Mela, and this result was either good or bad for Nakajima.

He thought about asking later, but the other party broke the silence before him.

"Mr. Nakajima...is it the police?" The woman asked cautiously.

Nakajima felt that there was nothing to hide, and it was important to be honest with each other, so he simply nodded.

There was silence again.

"But I'm just a police officer with no future. I speak too bluntly and care about everything. My colleagues don't like me." Nakajima smiled self-deprecatingly.

Mela raised her head, her eyes flushed slightly, "Then...can I tell you my story? All, all."

In the evening, Ito and Nagasawa sat close to each other on the tree trunk, listening quietly to the sound of the night wind blowing through the branches and leaves.

"Do you know why I hate water?" Nagasawa said suddenly.

"Aren't you afraid?"

"It's not scary...it's just annoying."

"...So why?" It's so uncutable to be stubborn at this time.

"Because of my mother." Nagasawa turned his head and kissed Ito's forehead, and then began the childhood memories he had never mentioned to anyone.

"My dad was a cowardly alcoholic and they divorced when I was very young. But the main reason was not my dad's alcoholism, but my mother's abuse of me.

"She was dissatisfied with her life at that time, and her father was away all day, so she had to vent her anger on me. At that time, the bathtub at home was too big for me..."

"Si Ping won't be like Dad's drunken drinker in the future..."

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"Mom thought of a way, should we try it?"

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"Listen, you have to hold your breath for more than 2 minutes in the bathtub, and you can't get up without authorization."

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"Come on, it will be over soon!"

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"Why didn't you listen to your mother, why did you get up so quickly?! Get down for me! Get down for me!"

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The water flowing over his head and the suffocation caused by the constant lack of oxygen are all unbearable pressures for the young Nagasawa, but compared to these, he does not want to disappoint his mother, so he has to endure it blindly.

The fear of mother or water, which one will form faster?Which is more frightening?

"But I still don't understand what abstinence has to do with holding your breath in water."

The other party's tone pretended to be relaxed, but Ito knew that his heart was full of bitterness.The shadow of childhood is an indelible existence for everyone, and it will more or less affect the future life.

But Nagasawa will tell him this, and Ito still has joy in his heart, being able to share his vulnerable side frankly, which shows that he has really entered his heart.

It's no longer the old foolish look...

"Speaking of which," Nagasawa rubbed his chin, "We don't seem to have done it in the open field...nor have we tried the car/vibration, how about this time..."

The topic turned quickly enough, Ito whispered softly, and then gestured, "Did you bring that thing?"

"Hey, why did you bring it?"

Although it is a thin layer of rubber, it is two worlds for men to wear it or not.

Ito looked at Nagasawa's reaction and concluded that the other party was not prepared.

"If you don't take me, don't want it."

"why?"

"There's no place to take a shower here, and it's troublesome to deal with after you're done. So, don't."

After leaving those words, Ito got up and left in a hurry. Nagasawa caught up immediately when he saw this, "I don't care, I want it anyway!"

"If you insist on this, I will choose to call the police."

"Hahahaha, there is no signal here at all, you'd better accept your fate obediently!"

The quiet mountainous area echoed filth/words/filth/language, and Ito felt that the voice of the person behind him was really annoying, but he couldn't resist the entanglement of the other party, because both his body and his heart were already used to such an existence .

So if that person is gone, he might not be able to survive, right?

At noon the next day, they hurried down the mountain after simply eating instant noodles, because Ito said that he could not bear the world without a shower.

The mountain road back was a bit steep, and Ito's face turned livid in the bumps again and again, and from time to time he threw his eyes at Nagasawa, but the other party chose to turn a blind eye because of guilt.

Once on the grass, once covered in front of the car, once in the tent, it seems a bit too much...

The car left the no-signal area, and the two mobile phone notifications rang alternately.Ito seemed careless in the face of more than ten incoming calls from Kirishima, while Nagasawa gradually smiled when he heard Yuki's voice.

"Mr. Nagasawa, I am Yuki. The results of the round-robin voting of the cadres in the group have come out. You are still Ruotou. Everyone hopes that you can stay... Are you very happy? Oh, yes, if possible, can you please The western restaurant you came to the port this Sunday? It should be a celebration... Remember to bring that sister!"

The formula related to fate began to be deduced, and the winding parabola gradually approached the optimal solution.

Facing the graffiti on the wall, the man's smile was a little distorted.

"Ah, it's started."

The author has something to say:

I used to think that "Nagasawa gave up Wakato's position for Ito" seemed bloody, so I cried to the editor Nishiba-san, but the other party said that the character settings, backgrounds, and coping methods are different from ordinary idol dramas. So it doesn't matter.

Then I think it seems to be the same.

In the face of Nagasawa's assertion, I think Ito will have various emotional changes: happy, angry, worried, and determined.Although Ito is a shou, he is also a responsible man, so if his lover gave up his proud career for him, he would have the idea of ​​"it's okay, I can support you anyway".

Okay, that's it for today, goodbye.