funeral

It's so noisy... It seems that someone has been nagging in my ear.

"There must be some misunderstanding, Mr. Principal, our Ryosuke has always been very obedient, and would never do... such a thing. Now, what do you mean husband... Hey, husband!"

"Shut up! Isn't that embarrassing enough?"

That yell made the conversation that disturbed people's dreams not stop there, but continued.

Unhappy, Ito searched for the source of the sound, and saw an unexpected scene in a bright place.

The parents with blurred faces stood obediently beside him, and on the opposite side was a group of people who looked like teachers.

"Ito-san, we want to hear what you have to say."

Before he could catch up with his thoughts, Ito heard "myself" say, "There is no excuse, Mr. Principal, the fact is as you can see, I was talking to Mr. Tanaka..."

"...Ryosuke!"

Oh, I seem to have a little idea, Ito looked down at himself, ha, it's really a nostalgic outfit, so this should be the incident in high school.

"Since this is the case, the school must also take corresponding measures..."

Ito seemed indifferent to the principal's next words. All he paid attention to was the expressions of his parents at the moment, the shock and confusion on his mother's face, and the obvious disgust in his father's eyes.

Ah, it turns out that such a self is so unbearable in their eyes.Then since when did I become a "heterogeneous" in other people's mouth?

Perhaps it was because of the excessive care and intimacy of the elementary school teacher, who always left himself alone after class to explore those magical mysteries of the human body with him; perhaps earlier, he had played with the big brother next door It is a "necessary step" to accept the other party's persistent demands when drinking at home; or maybe... I am born to be like this.

My mother is a very face-saving person, so when her proud son became the laughing stock of the neighbors, her mental state almost collapsed, and she always grabbed herself and said strange things for no reason.

That morning, my mother babbled to me again, crying and laughing, but I, who was eager to go out at that time, obviously didn't have the patience to listen, so I just coped with a few words and left in a hurry.

Until now, Ito slowly recalled what his mother said that day.

"Ryosuke, mom feels so hard... There is no way to live anymore, hey, will you blame me, will you?"

...why don't you blame me?

When I returned home that day, Ito was greeted with blood all over the floor and the distorted body of his mother who had been dead for a long time.

She walked neatly, as if she didn't want to communicate with this world any more.

...why don't I blame you?

Ito trembled his eyelashes, and vaguely felt that a pair of warm hands were stretching his brows for him. The touch seemed much more real than the previous dream.

"You're awake." A strange and young face came into view, "I'm sorry, you seem a little sad in your sleep..."

Ito slowly raised his upper body and looked around, feeling a little confused for a moment.

"This is my apartment," the person in front of him looked shy, lowered his head and tugged at the corner of his clothes, and the strong atmosphere in the room made Ito understand instantly.

"Well... I made breakfast, if you don't mind, let's have some together?"

Ito rubbed his stomach, which was a tacit consent. After a night of intense exercise, he was indeed a little hungry now.

The young man smiled when he saw this, and exited the bedroom to prepare the dishes.

Taking advantage of the gap between getting up and tidying up, Ito roughly looked around, but the result made him extremely depressed.

The whole room looks messy and cramped, and there are things that make cleanliness and obsessive-compulsive disorder sufferers collapse everywhere: all kinds of drawings and models scattered randomly on the floor are almost equal to the number of discarded snack bags, and they are randomly piled up in the corner of the person-high Materials and publications trembled under the action of gravity.

Ito had to admire himself for spending the night in such an environment.

The youth's apartment is not big, and all the patterns can be seen at a glance.

So when Ito Chi/naked swaggered to find the bathroom, there was a sound of crackling bowls and chopsticks coming from the dining table.

Ito twitched the corners of his mouth, secretly feeling amused.

Turn on the shower head, and as the warm water envelops the whole body, the sleepy thoughts finally come back gradually.

The person busy in the kitchen should be Yan/Yu at the bar last night.

Obviously wanting to seek a different taste, but in the end I still chose my usual type. After all, there is no way to get rid of that boring paranoia...

Ito squeezed a ball of shampoo in the palm of his hand, and there was a knock on the door outside the bathroom.

"That... I put the change of clothes outside." The young man said.

ha?Ito was a little surprised, but also a little looking forward to it.

Generally speaking, the clothes that the one-night/love partner prepares for himself will directly determine where he will go next, whether he is promoted to the second game of overtime or a fixed bed/partner, or "the right to be a terrible experience of seeing things wrong".

Ito washed off the foam unhurriedly, then opened the door to take a closer look.

What the young man prepared for him was a white plush sweater and a pair of jeans that couldn't be clearly cut. These types of jeans he wouldn't even look at at ordinary times, but now he was thinking about them for the first time in his hands.

Perhaps it was lamenting the unique taste of the young man, or perhaps it was out of a joke mentality that had been suppressed for a long time. In short, after drying his hair, Ito put on the clothes seriously, and secretly expected the other party's reaction.

However, when he wandered into the living room, the young man was not as happy as he expected, he just blushed and said with a smile, "It's really suitable" and continued to lower his head to tidy up.

Tsk, what a moodless guy, why did you find him interesting back then?

So Ito decided to include youth in that third category.

The first rays of sunlight in the morning projected into the room through the curtains, just falling on Kirishima's face.

The dazzling light beam made it impossible for him to escape, so he simply jumped out of bed and opened the curtains.

One of the few insomnia experiences in his life made him look ugly at the moment, and when it comes to the culprit, it is naturally the man who made a scene in the clubhouse last night.

Kirishima sighed, since he watched him get into the car last night, the other party's mobile phone has been turned off.Although he knew that the man would be fine, but he couldn't help but care about it.

Kirishima felt that he must be crazy... Oh, since he is already crazy, why not make another phone call, maybe this time it will work!

Perhaps it was a coincidence, this time the phone rang a few times and there was a response, but the tone of the other party did not sound so friendly.

Ito stood on the side of the road and waited for the signal light with the people around him.

The clothes the young man gave him fit unexpectedly. The V-neck design exposed the collarbone, and the whole body was loosely covered. In addition, the hair was not applied with any styling products, and it hung softly and naturally on the forehead, making him look younger than five years. But this can't offset his depressed mood - Kirishima's sudden call made him quite unhappy.

After several contacts, the calm thinking he is proud of can never gain an advantage over the other party. Instead, he is led by the nose every time, so Ito hates this person from the bottom of his heart.

Kirishima looked a little helpless in the face of the hung up phone. He fiddled with his hair randomly, then took off his clothes and went to the bathroom, hoping not to fall asleep at the shareholders meeting later.

Takarazuka's regular shareholders' meeting is always held grandly, but this time it was attended by a few core members who knew the inside.

"The weighted average return on net assets in this quarter was 31.763%, an increase of 13.52% over the same period last year..."

"The project in North America seems to be well implemented, who is in charge?"

Kouji Kirishima, who was in the upper seat, flipped through the report casually, and this man was the president of Takarazuka.

The 42-year-old is at the prime of his age, and there is an arrogance and self-confidence that he can hardly detect in his gestures.

"Ah, it's the former division manager...Mr. Cheng."

"Yes, well done."

Kouji Kirishima gave his youngest son a look of approval, but the other party secretly dozed off rather shamelessly.

The meeting lasted nearly three hours. At the end, the secretary flipped through the schedule, "Mr. Shiwa's funeral is arranged for this weekend, Mr. Kirishima, what do you mean?"

"Is that so..." At this moment, the look on Kirishima Kouji's face turned into a trace of fatigue, and the pain of losing a child in middle age seemed to be more difficult than imagined, "Ziheben is a quiet child, his Let’s keep the funeral in a low-key manner... I hope everyone present can attend.”

"Yes... We watched Zhihe grow up. We will definitely be there on time for his farewell ceremony."

The person who said this was Matsudaira, the veteran shareholder of Takarazuka, who kept staring in the direction of Makoto Kirishima during his speech, and seemed to be quite dissatisfied with this idle "second boss".

When the meeting was over, Makoto Kirishima woke up in a daze, and was about to leave with the others, but his father stopped him behind him.

"Ah Cheng, stay and sort out the information with me."

It is the habit of President Takarazuka to take care of the scene alone after the meeting. In the past, he would always ask his eldest son for help. Now that he has passed away, such trivial matters have to be handed over to another son.

But Makoto Kirishima was obviously very reluctant, and after closing the door, he lay crookedly on the table and continued to be lazy.

"Did you not sleep well yesterday? Why are you so lethargic?" Kirishima Kouji was annoyed and funny.

"Hmm..." The other party let out a muffled sound from his nasal cavity, the meaning of which was unknown.

"You look like this... everyone will have a lot of opinions on you."

"￥%&..."

Kouji Kirishima was a little dizzy at his son's messy reactions. He was busy with the actions at hand, and at the same time continued the conversation like a one-man show, "Tell me honestly, is Shika's death related to you."

There was silence in the meeting room, except for the sound of flipping papers.

"If you don't answer, it seems to be related." Kouji Kirishima's reaction was surprisingly calm, "Your elder brother is so low-key, unless someone does it on purpose, he will never be the target of others."

"If you want to talk nonsense, you have to have a limit." Makoto Kirishima finally raised his head from his arms, and tried to put on a righteous look, "Why must it be related to me? Takarazuka's deadly enemy doesn't seem to Less!"

"Really?" Kouji Kirishima walked up to his son and raised his chin, forcing him to look at him, "Then why did you come back, isn't life in America good?"

Although the tone was gentle and smiling, the atmosphere around the man at this moment was terribly cold.

"My family is here."

"Lie." The man threw the young man to the ground violently, and immediately blocked his actions with one hand.

Kirishima Makoto gritted his teeth and cracked his mouth in pain because of the sudden impact. When he came back to his senses, he found that his father with a calm face was tearing his clothes and pants.

"Dad...Dad?!"

"Father? You are just the wild/species of your mother and some man. We have no blood relationship at all."

"Ha, how could I forget such a thing." The expression on the young man's face was a little weird, "Why don't you just let me fend for myself?"

"How can that woman let me go after lying to me for so long? Even if she dies, you, the son, should continue to bear it."

"Then you should know that keeping a bastard like me in captivity is a very dangerous thing," the young man smiled to himself, "it's so dangerous that he put his own son in it."

"When I, Kouji Kirishima's son, must have such awareness," the man stretched out his hand and caressed/touched his body/servant pitifully, "Besides, there's only one left here, isn't there?"

Kirishima Makoto couldn't help trembling when he felt his father's touch. He thought that he was already cold-blooded and cruel enough, but compared with the person in front of him, he was simply insignificant.

While he was in a daze, the man removed layers of restraint for him.Warm hands caressed the smooth body/body, and the wonderful touch caused the man's lower body/body to swell uncomfortable.

"Since you're an adult, isn't it against the law to do so?"

"You nasty old bastard..." Kirishima Makoto gritted his teeth, he knew very well what his future fate would be.

Can you escape?

——Impossible at all.

The author has something to say:

finally. . .More text, ahem, it's really not easy!There seems to be a lot to say, so let's take it slowly.

I think the experience of childhood and adolescence will greatly affect our character and the way we treat people and things. This is the case for Nagasawa, Ito, and Kirishima.

As for Ito's plan to include young people in the third type, I think it has a lot to do with the arrogant element in his character. /Egg, drag it out and kill it!” That’s how it feels, hahahaha

Then let's talk about the Kirishima father and son. I think the scenes of nurturing, falling in love and killing each other are simply too cute. . .This may be caused by someone's bad taste, but every time I see CPs such as Gu Ling Fa Yan X Palace No Queen, Snape X Harry Potter, Nan Lv X My Wife Cao Deng, I always feel a certain emotion in my heart A pile of piles (the author's scope of coverage is slightly wide, hey!

So let's do this first, and add when you think of something!