funeral

Life is alive, there are many concerns, big and small, but if you look back at the end, the so-called obsession is just a kind of self-restraint.

Yoko Takashima was lying on the hospital bed, and had such a realization in a trance.She was about to find someone to share with, but no sound came out of her throat.

The old man was a little disappointed, it turned out that he was too weak to speak.

Even so, I can't go away for a while, and the mood of waiting for death is not only boring, but also boring.

She sighed lightly, and then the strength from her palm seemed to intensify again.Yoko looked sideways, and the young man sitting by the bed was silently holding her hand.

There was no sadness on the face under the oxygen mask, and there was even a hint of a smile.Yoko knew that this was the man's usual way of comforting her.

After all, since he was a child, he didn't like to express his inner voice.

Time really passed by so much without knowing it. Recalling the scene when they met for the first time, Yoko had some distressed expressions on her face.

Unlike other enthusiastic and lively children in the orphanage, the little guy always nests alone in the corner quietly building blocks.

The curiosity aroused after several inspections made Yoko take the initiative to talk to him.The other party's obedience and understanding exceeded her expectations, so the determination to raise her was finalized.

On the day of the formalities, the boy silently stared at the children who were still interacting enthusiastically with the adults in a daze for a long time.

Yoko walked to the side, smiled and touched his head, "Actually, you want to join when everyone is playing games?"

The boy hesitated, then nodded honestly.

"Then why are you always so far away?"

"They want a home more than me."

At the end of the line of sight, every child had an expression of eagerness on their faces.

Express yourself as much as possible during playfulness and interaction, and you have a better chance of being adopted.This kind of truth is easy to understand from an adult's point of view, but when it is said by a four-year-old child, it has to make people feel distressed.

Yoko knelt down and pinched the boy's cheek lightly, "It's good to put yourself in other people's shoes, but you can't ignore yourself because of it! If you don't take the initiative to convey what you think in your heart, it will be difficult for the other party to receive it... From then on We will be a family from now on, we have to be honest about what we want or don’t want!"

Although such an agreement was made, the boy still rarely expresses his subjective thoughts during the more than 20 years of getting along.

He walks in the lives of others like a bystander, playing the role of a filial son and a right-hand man, without competing for the role and sense of presence, which is very worry-free.

However, the child who has always been worry-free is the most worrying.

This is the only thing I can worry about when I am dying...

Yoko squeezed back the young man's hand with all her strength.

You must express your heart well, so that you can get happiness...

It's not that the adoptive mother doesn't understand the truth of her earnestness, but in the past twenty years of life, it seems that there is really nothing that she must get until she meets that person.

"What, you say it again?"

Xunako's eyes were red and she was very excited, and when she pulled Aoba's tie, she cursed angrily.

"Abandoned the post before the contract expired, and left for more than half a year. Now that I finally came back, you actually told me to quit?!...What is your minimum professionalism as a bodyguard?"

Although Aizawa Ounako is classified as the head of the Aizawa group in terms of blood, strictly speaking, she does not belong to this circle.

It will be related to the left and right hands of the Aizawa group, and it will also be blamed on the marriage that was only agreed to verbally a few years ago.

Now that times have changed, the marriage has been annulled, and the left and right hands have become exclusive bodyguards.Everything developed according to Sunako's expectation, but it was finally destroyed by a big explosion.

Although Aoba survived the explosion, many of the sequelae caused by the treatment stage are irreversible.

His skills were no longer as flexible as before, and his reactions were difficult to return to the sharpness before.

As a bodyguard, he is undoubtedly a substandard product.

despite this……

"Nevertheless, I still hope to be by your side, even if not as a bodyguard."

"There's nothing wrong with being a bodyguard, I'll say anything..." The woman's rebuttal came to an abrupt end, she stared at Aoba with wide eyes, her tone was slightly hesitant, "It seems that I just... heard something terrible?"

The other party's unbelievable expression made Aoba's heart soften for a while, followed by a dull pain.Ah, it turns out that this place of mine has the function of emotional fermentation just like other people.

"Troublesome", "difficult to deal with", and "big brother's woman" are the definitions Aoba gave Sunako when they first met, but as time went by, those inherent labels were torn off one by one.

Aoba never denied the beauty of Sunako, and that person's obsession with herself was indeed the reason for his extra attention.

But after all, what attracts him is the opposite quality in the other party.

She is cheerful, brave, passionate, always knows what she wants, and will do her best to get it.

Such a dazzling existence made Aoba willing.

So when faced with such a question, the seemingly ridiculous and absurd idea kept devouring his rationality.

"Over the past year of recuperating abroad, Miss Sunako's face has been on my mind the most...even the moment when I experienced the explosion."

What can be remembered at the end of life is probably the most important thing, right?

"Even if the bodyguard career is forced to end, I don't want to leave."

I used to resist the sun, so I always wrapped myself in layers, but now the object of admiration exists like the scorching sun, and the desire to protect is greater than the fear of being burned.So, must stay.

"I love Miss Sunako."

Humble and clumsy love, but stronger than anyone else.

Aoba wanted to say something more, but in the blink of an eye, Sunako blocked her lips.

The wooden head finally got the hang of it... The long-awaited confession made Sunako angry and funny, she tossed her hair, and kissed him viciously.

The provocation of this guy was originally just a whim, but in the process of getting along day and night, he didn't want to get himself deeper and deeper.

The so-called "one thing lowers one thing", is this the truth?

After all, the porch is not a good place for lingering, so the two chattering came to the bedroom.

The first experience in life made Aoba's mind unable to catch up with it in time, and only when he came back to his senses did he realize that he had already been wiped and eaten clean by half-pushing and half-refusing.

"Well, it's always like this the first time...don't take it too seriously."

Xunako sat on the bed and smoked, her tone of relief couldn't be more obvious.

And Aoba was dumbfounded with a depressed face, not knowing how to deal with the present moment.

Not to mention being guided by the other party throughout the whole process, when it comes time to really exert strength, it should be classified as a part of the body, but it can't be controlled anyway.

He who has always pursued perfection in everything is naturally unwilling to accept such a result, not to mention that it is also related to a man's self-esteem.

Usually, everyone should participate more in the discussion... I don’t know if Mr. Nagasawa has a quick way.

Aoba was thinking about the phone, but Sunako immediately pressed it down.

"The intermission is over," the woman turned over and sat on his waist again, "Now the second half begins!"

"!!!"

Wait... wait, is this too fast?Not ready yet...not yet...

In the midst of infinite panic and embarrassment, Aoba once again experienced that indescribable sense of frustration.Here comes the greatest crisis in life.

"It's much better than before, so let's do it again later..."

Eh……? !

"I've been hung up on him for so long, this time I have to taste it enough, right?" Xu Naiko smiled lightly and licked his earlobe, "If you don't be honest, you'll still be missing. I advise you to wake up as soon as possible!"

As she said that, the woman began to smile in a low voice, Aoba couldn't help swallowing when she saw this.

Is this the consequence of expressing your heart?But that's probably... happy, right?

The author has something to say:

The extra episode about Aoba is finally finished, the time has dragged on for a long time, and the length is still very short, this author is really unscrupulous as always!

The timing of this article is set in the last chapter where Nagasawa and the others come back from abroad to recuperate. The plot can be connected, and there is no need to treat it as a special episode. . .So this author is really boring!

Narrating from Aoba’s point of view is really tiring, because he is too boring, and his attitude in dealing with emotions is also very awkward (so why do you want to give him such a character???

So far, the plot of "Funeral" should be almost over, thank you for your support, I love you MUA~

Speaking of which, it seems that there is still a car left in the last article? ? ? ——Eh, really, why do I have such a good memory in this kind of place. . .Alas, let's squeeze again in these two days!