[Net Wang] That day you don't know

Hello Yukimura, are you okay? "

"Me? I'm fine." I just felt a little weak all over.

Shiraishi grabbed Yukimura to the chair: "You sent me a Line saying you were sick." Shiraishi held up the phone in front of Yukimura.

Yukimura was taken aback: "I should be fine, but... I seem to have given Fuji back."

"Fuer probably hasn't woken up yet, so I haven't seen this news." Baishi flicked his fingers on the phone screen quickly, "Let me tell Fuji not to worry. Is there a medical kit? You seem to be sure." Not very good."

Yukimura carefully recalled the location of the medical box, and pointed to the cabinet next to the TV: "Don't you have to work?"

"I asked for half a day's leave, so I came to see you." Shiraishi handed the thermometer to Yukimura, "Where's Sanada-kun?"

"We broke up..."

"Am I asking someone else?" Yukimura shook his head blankly, Shiraishi walked around behind him helplessly, and checked the refrigerator, "Have you not had breakfast yet? Here is a meal, you eat first."

Yukimura nodded obediently, watched Shiraishi busy in front of the cabinet, and suddenly asked, "Shiraishi, will it be useful if I apologize to Sanada?"

Shiraishi's hands suddenly paused, and he put the dish into the microwave oven, then turned to look at Yukimura, the pupils on his pale face lost their former brilliance, this kind of Yukimura seemed to be a mass of dead ashes, unable to ignite a trace of anger: "Don't try How do you know?" Shiraishi couldn't give him a definite answer, and he also knew that the affirmation out of comfort would not have any effect on Yukimura, because no one knew Sanada better than Yukimura.

"He's Genichiro..."

"But you are Yukimura." Yukimura raised his head in confusion, meeting the spring breeze in Shiraishi's eyes, "Did you make a mistake? Has he ever forgiven you?" Yukimura nodded slowly, but not very sure .

Baishi picked up the thermometer: "The body temperature is a bit low. Go back to bed after eating, and I'll go to the convenience store at the intersection to buy you some bento."

Yukimura held the phone against his chest, heard Shiraishi's voice saying goodbye, and finally sent the word "sorry" to that person before falling asleep again. 1 minute, 2 minutes, 3 minutes... There was no reply, Yukimura couldn't help laughing, as if he was laughing at himself knowing that this was the result, but still struggling to die.This feeling of powerlessness from the heart to the body is really like the self that was sick more than ten years ago. This time, it is really sick.

"...I'm so sorry, Shiraishi-kun...thank you."

Is it Genichiro's voice?He is back?Yukimura was sure that he had no auditory hallucinations, even if he was sick, his mind could be clear, so he reluctantly left the bed, looking for the source of the sound in a daze.When he stood at the door of the bedroom, he saw a tall figure in the living room, looking towards him: "You...wake up." Sanada walked up to him, raised his hand and touched his forehead, "Mr. Baishi said that you were not feeling well, so I asked for leave and rushed back... I have been working a lot lately. I am really sorry that I didn't come back yesterday."

Yukimura bent his lips helplessly: "Then it doesn't matter if you come back now?"

"Ah," Sanada draped the blanket over his shoulders, "I'll be back later."

Yukimura sadly: "Are you avoiding me? You don't have to do this to this extent, do you?"

Standing in front of Yukimura, Sanada was silent for a while: "Didn't you look at your phone?" Yukimura looked up in surprise, Sanada had already left in front of him, "I'm going to cook."

Yukimura threw himself back on the bed and frantically dug out his cell phone from among a pile of pillows and quilts. Dozens of unread messages on Line failed to wake him up from his sleep. There was only one unread message belonging to Genichiro Sanada: "We still Friends, Yukimura."