funeral

"Dr. Ito, there is a car accident patient on the way. He will arrive in about 5 minutes."

At three o'clock in the morning, the emergency nurse knocked on the door of the duty room.

"Got it, I'll pack up and go."

Ito got up from the simple sofa bed and picked up the blanket that fell on the ground. The too small space made him sleep very hard. This is another drawback of being a doctor-endless night shift.

Ito yawned and walked unhurriedly to the operating room, and was hugged by someone just as he was about to open the door.

"Doctor, please save Ah Liang... Please... Ah Liang, he... he is for me..."

Although his brows were tightly furrowed, Ito patiently comforted the other party, "How can I save him if you hold him like this?" This was his utmost friendliness.

The person in front of him seemed to have suddenly awakened, and let go of Ito abruptly. As he raised his head, Ito's memory also leaked.

It seems that this face has been seen before, and the touch of this clothes seems very familiar...

The situation on the operating table was a bit tricky. The severe impact caused the patient's ribs to be broken in multiple places, and a thoracotomy was urgently needed, otherwise his life would be in danger.

But it doesn't matter, Ito stands still in the main knife position, which is not difficult for him Ryosuke Ito.

"Scalpel."

"Sternum Saw."

Everything is going on in an orderly manner. The equipment nurse and Ito are old partners for many years. They are familiar with his temper and have extremely keen observation skills. They can always replace the equipment Ito needs at the first time. No doubt, this is a machine that counts against every second. The operation saves a lot of time and relieves a lot of stress for others.

The operation was very successful, and the anesthesiologist couldn't help but say: "I always feel that this patient... looks a bit like Dr. Ito!"

Others in the operating room couldn't help but look at him.

"I felt that way when it was first delivered, even though there was still blood on my face at the time."

"Could it be some kind of distant relative," the equipment nurse teased with a smile while everyone held their breath, "or your father's illegitimate child?"

"Who knows," Ito replied indifferently, "I have severed the father-son relationship with him a long time ago." The stitching on his hand didn't slow down. "It's probably not surprising that such an existence exists."

Then he figured it all out.

As soon as Ito walked out of the operating room, someone came forward to ask about the situation.

"The operation was successful, but the patient is not out of danger yet and needs to be observed in the ICU for a period of time."

"Thank... thank you, can I go see him now?" The young man was stained with blood, but it probably wasn't his own.

"Not yet." Ito took off his mask.

"That……"

The young man wanted to say something, but seeing Ito's face after taking off his mask, he forgot what he said next.

"The blood on your body will pollute the entire disinfection environment of the hospital, go to my side and change."

The young man nodded and obediently followed Ito's footsteps.

"Is it because you look like him, that's why you came to me that day?"

Ito picked up the white plush sweater that the young man had replaced, leaned against the wall of the duty room and asked, is this dress exactly the same as the one that the young man prepared for him at that time.

"...Yes." The young man's voice came from the bathroom, muffled.

"Is that guy straight?"

"Huh?" The young man hesitated, "Yes..."

"Ha, sure enough..." Ito lowered his head and smiled, "It's impossible for a straight man to have a relationship with someone like us, and if not, he won't even be able to be friends."

"I know," the young man's voice was a little hoarse, "but... I like Ah Liang, more than anyone else... I believe that as long as I have enough time, as long as I can be by his side..."

"It's really worthless!"

Ito suddenly felt a little annoyed, he seemed to see himself in the young man, waiting for an answer that would never be answered, it was so stupid.

"...If you don't try, you will never get a chance, if you don't work hard, you will never get results!"

The young man came out of the bathroom. There was no hot water in the shower in the duty room. He shivered from the cold, but his momentum did not weaken at all. His eyes were red, "Anyway, I don't want to be a coward!"

Watching the young man change his clothes and leave, Ito closed the door of the duty room and tugged at the neckline. The rough texture of the surgical gown made him uncomfortable.

That stinky brat... what qualifications does he have to teach others a lesson? When something goes wrong, go and regret it yourself!

The cold water hitting his body didn't ease the restlessness in Ito's heart at all. The young man's words kept reappearing in his mind. For the kind of person who is obviously impossible but still tries, he looks like a lunatic, a waste of time It was a waste of energy...and how could I be such a person? !

The more Ito thought about it, the more bored he felt, hastily washed off the foam on his body, opened the closet, but remembered that the change of clothes had already been given to the young man.

Really... When did you become such a bad guy?

As a last resort, he put on the outfit before the operation again, and then lit a cigarette casually.

About ten seconds later, Ito extinguished it and ignited it, then took off his white coat and ran out of the duty room.

"Doctor Ito?" When passing the emergency nurse's desk, there was such a question.

"Leave the rest of the work to Saeki."

"But……"

The streets in the early morning are extraordinarily quiet. Since it is still drizzling, even the people who get up for jogging in the morning become in twos and threes.

Wearing a shirt and trousers, Ito looked a little awkward, but he didn't care. At this moment, he only had one thought.

Want to meet that person.

There is no reason, just eager, urgent, want to see that person, no matter whether they are still in the cold war or not.

In the surprised expression of the janitor, Ito appeared at the door of Nagasawa's apartment.

"Mr. Ito..."

"Where is Nagasawa?"

Ito clutched his chest and panted heavily, as if every breath was a great pain to him.

With neither cash nor car keys, I ran to the suburbs on foot like this. It was really... hopeless...

"Brother is in the bedroom... Ah, Mr. Ito, you're getting wet, I'll get you a towel!"

Ito ignored the people beside him, took off his shoes and went straight to Nagasawa's room.

The man inside the room was wearing a nightgown and standing in front of the window with his hands behind his back, fiddling with a lighter. Although he didn't turn around, he seemed to have known the other party's arrival.

Looking at the broad back in front of him, Ito seemed to be greatly infected, and couldn't help but stepped forward and hugged that person from behind.

"What happened all of a sudden?"

Nagasawa turned around and saw Ito's red and tired eyes, a little surprised, raised his hand to touch but was interrupted by a knock on the door.

There were doubts in Ito's eyes, and the look in Nagasawa's eyes became deeper and more complicated from the initial surprise.

He was wondering why, and soon he gave an answer behind him.

"You called me over so early... how much do you miss me?"

Kawase yawned and leaned against the door.

Although he looks lazy, he can see that he has put a lot of thought into his clothes and hairstyle, and even his face has the unique luster and complexion of a young boy.

In contrast, I... Ito unconsciously took two steps back. After the night shift and a major operation, he now exudes a sense of decadence, with a stubble on his face, and His clothes also became sticky and wrinkled from raindrops and sweat, which can be said to be extremely embarrassing.

"I still have something to do..."

He clenched his fist, left in a hurry after leaving those words.

It turned out that Nagasawa was not waiting for him.

Ito felt that he had been greatly humiliated, as if someone had broken through his backlash, but the other party didn't need it.

What kind of self is that?Ito suddenly wanted to laugh.

After Ito left, the room was terribly silent. Nagasawa sat on the bedside to light a cigarette, and Kawase climbed onto the bed/laid on his lap.

"I told them not to come over to tell you," Kawase said innocently, "I really didn't know there were guests inside."

Nagasawa didn't respond.

"However," the boy changed his posture and continued, "that uncle really overestimated his capabilities. He still wants to seduce Mr. Nagasawa with such an outfit... Ha, are you pretending to be pitiful?"

Nagasawa silently pressed Kawase's hand that was drawing a circle at the base of his thigh, then suddenly pulled up the person under him/under him, and firmly nailed him to the wall.

"Listen well," Nagasawa leaned into his ear and said, "It's not your turn to judge that man."

Kawase was a little surprised, but at the same time a little scared, because Nagasawa had never spoken to him in that tone.

"I don't want to see you today, get out of here."

No emotion could be heard in the calm voice, but Kawase was not stupid, and he understood the dangerous aura revealed in it.

Taking advantage of the time when the other party let go, he fled out of the bedroom in a panic.

"You," Nagasawa walked out of the room and said to the younger brother who was waiting outside, "Come here."

"Big... big brother..."

The other party didn't understand what he did wrong. In his opinion, Kawase was the most favored person around Nagasawa, and it seemed that there was nothing wrong with letting that beautiful young man enjoy some privileges.

However, what he didn't know was that Nagasawa didn't need this kind of people with no eyesight around him.

The whining wind kept ringing in his ears, and Kirishima whispered impatiently, and soon the noise that disturbed sleep was blocked.

Even so, it was still difficult for him to really sleep, the bumps on the high speed made him uncomfortable, that's why he didn't like Japanese cars all the time, he muttered in his heart, but this old bastard always loves domestic cars.

And that "old bastard" was covering Kirishima with the blanket that he kicked off the seat for the third time, and running along his back from time to time, as if to comfort an anxious cat.

Kirishima rested his head on the man's lap in a daze, thinking about why his father didn't get fat in middle age like other men, so that his face wouldn't hurt so much.

"We're here... don't you want to get out of the car?" Kouji Kirishima tugged at his/servant's ear, "Or do you want me to carry you in because you want to act like a baby?"

"Go away, I can go by myself."

Kirishima Makoto threw off the blanket, opened the car door angrily, and entered the yard with ease.

In fact, the number of times he has lived here can be counted on the fingers, but each time he has left some bad memories, so it is not easy to forget them completely.why?

The person who is coming down the stairs has already given the best answer.

"Little bastard... what are you doing back here?!"

The woman in front of her was well-dressed and elegant. Although she was old, it was all thanks to her daily maintenance. It was hard to guess her real age. However, the pain of losing her son recently and the expression of resentment really betrayed her.

"You're as vile as your mother, as shameless as your mother! Even if Zhihe is gone, don't try to grab what belongs to him!" The woman paused for a moment, then began to tremble all over, "Or... Zhihe's Death has something to do with you?!"

"……what?"

Kirishima twitched the corner of his mouth, the nervous woman and the painful dick made him quite uncomfortable at the moment, it seems that he really shouldn't be brave just now...

"You came back as soon as Zhihe had an accident...how could it be such a coincidence?!" The person in front of him became more and more excited, and his face became more and more distorted.The nanny at the side was a little worried, and stepped forward to tug at the corner of her clothes.

"Go away!" The woman pushed away, and poked the man who fell on the ground fiercely with her hand, "Are you also with him, aren't you?!"

"My wife is not feeling well, are you also making noises?" Kirishima Koujito stepped into the door and looked around at the people in the room.

"Koji... Kouji, Shiwa is your child, your rightful child!"

The woman ran to Kouji Kirishima, but the other party didn't seem to want to have more contact with her, and just ordered the nanny to coax and coax her back to the room.

"Why do you make her angry every time you go home, can't you save me some trouble?"

"Huh?" Makoto Kirishima's face was full of disbelief, "You saw it just now, she was the only one going crazy, but I didn't say anything!"

"Anyway, she is still your nominal mother after all, and if you want to inherit the Kirishima family property, you have to at least pretend."

Kirishima Makoto curled his lips and stopped talking.

The man raised his hand and rubbed his forehead hair, his eyes softened a lot, "Does it still hurt?"

"What do you think! Why don't we try another one next time?"

"Ha," the man really smiled from the bottom of his heart this time, "Don't even think about it in this life."

Kawase, who was kicked out from Nagasawa's residence, walked down the bustling street with a displeased face.

He looked down at his shoes, feeling wronged for no reason.

Obviously he was woken up by that person in his sleep in the early morning, although he was very sleepy, he tried his best to clean himself up, and even sprayed on the perfume he sent back last time, intending to surprise him, but it turned out...

In fact, Kawase didn't have any obvious feelings of love for that man, and after all, he was just a tool for him to solve his physical needs.

However, there is a very attractive quality in that person, what exactly it is, Kawase himself can't tell.

"Ah...it's all because of that uncle..." Kawase clasped his hands behind his head, "Every time I meet him, Mr. Nagasawa becomes very strange."

In fact, he has studied the relationship between them more than once, but Nagasawa's attitude towards that person is always very blunt, it can't be seen that the relationship is very good at all!

"Hey! So annoying!" Kawase scratched the back of his head, then took out the phone that had been ringing just now from his pocket, "Hello?"

"What are you doing, it took you so long to answer the phone!" The person on the other end of the phone seemed a little annoyed.

"I was thinking about something just now..." Kawase looked innocent.

"Let's not talk about that, we just arrived here, do you want to try it?"

"Oh, okay." Kawase nodded, then hung up the phone and reached out to stop a car.

Although the relationship with Nagasawa is a bit tricky, there are more important things waiting for him right now.

The author has something to say:

cough cough. .that. . .How long has it been since the last update?Hahaha, I will punish myself with three cups first.

In the past few years, the author himself has experienced several major changes in his life, whether it is work or emotional, sometimes he feels that he is lucky, and sometimes he feels that he is really unlucky.Although I don't like the current state very much, but I can't say I hate it, but my mentality has really changed.

At the beginning, I wrote articles to tell everyone what I thought was a wonderful story, and I wanted to be recognized by others. Young people are a little vanity, and they pay most attention to comments, clicks, and the like.

But now I feel that what can really support me is the story itself. I want to give the people in the text a complete setting and ending. It doesn’t matter if there is no audience. It is my greatest wish to make the people in the text complete.

Then let's talk about some topics related to the article. Ito went to see Nagasawa on a rainy day desperately, but found that the other party was with Kawase, an embarrassing Shura field. This kind of bridge actually happened to him. months ago.If I was me ten years ago, I would definitely be entangled with each other, asking why, but after ten years, no matter how ignorant a person is, he will become mature, so I think the best way to protect yourself is to leave , Leaving the feelings that no longer belong to you alone, there is nothing to be reluctant to part with.

But Ito is the male lead, an infatuated scumbag who is rare in a century, so he can only make him painful and happy.

For the time being, I will be busy at the end of the year, and I have always been lazy, so I probably won't be particularly diligent in updating articles, so feel free~