[SD] Logic of Wild Dogs

Mitsui turned on the faucet of the abandoned park and let the cold water rush down.The mud mixed with blood was quickly washed away, but the feeling of shame was as indelible as a brand.

Staggering a bit, he bent down to pick up the umbrella on the ground, the metal bracket had been twisted.Mitsui smiled wryly, and threw it on the ground casually.

let's go.Anyway, no one will care.

With his head down and his long hair covering his swollen cheeks, Mitsui held his schoolbag under his arms, and walked arrogantly with his hands in his pockets.

No one would care, who would show that pitiful look?

Mitsui walked slowly, his footsteps were weak, but he walked very steadily.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and the raindrops hit the head and face, and the pain was almost numb.

The crowd was bustling, coming and going, and no one paid attention to Mitsui who was drenched all over.

Nobody cared, so there was nothing to be ashamed of.

……

The uninterrupted rain suddenly disappeared, and a large black umbrella appeared above his head.

Mitsui turned his head: "... Tetsuo."

Holding an umbrella and smoking a cigarette, Tetsuo casually looked at Mitsui: "Where are you going?"

Mitsui thought for a while, then shook his head: "Heh..."

Tie Nan frowned: "Tsk, you have such an ugly smile."

Mitsui lowered his head and said nothing.

Tetsuo took a puff of his cigarette and patted Mitsui on the shoulder: "Let's go, go to my house."

On the third floor of the old rental house, Tetsuo took out the key and opened the door.The one-bedroom, one-living room was less than forty square meters, and the room was a little messy. The overhead light flickered on, and the pale yellow light was very warm.

Hanging the umbrella by the door, Tetsuo opened the closet and found two clothes and threw them over: "Here, let's take a shower first."

"Yeah." Mitsui took the clothes and nodded.

The bathroom in Tetsuo's house is small, with only one shower head.Throwing the wet clothes into the sink, standing under the shower, Mitsui unscrewed the hot water and rinsed his body thoughtlessly.The steam was steaming, quickly engulfing the mirror.

Mitsui changed his clothes and came out, Tetsuo was sitting cross-legged at a low table smoking a cigarette.

"Oh, finished washing?" Tie Nan took down his cigarette, pointed to the glass on the table, "Drink this glass."

"Oh."

Mitsui imitated Tetsuo's posture and sat cross-legged across from him, picked up the cup and took a big sip, who knew that the mouthfeel was extremely spicy, and it suddenly filled his lungs without defense.

Mitsui's choked tears came out, and he threw down the cup and coughed desperately: "Cough, cough, cough, cough... What, what is this!?"

Tetsuo smiled and took a puff of his cigarette: "Shochu, probably about the same strength as whiskey."

Mitsui managed to stop coughing: "Why are you drinking this for me!? Tetsuo, you want to choke me to death!?"

Tie Nan pressed the cigarette to death in the ashtray: "Warming up with spirits, I think it really works, and finally it's not that lifeless look."

Mitsui glanced at Tetsuo, but fell silent again.

Tie Nan frowned impatiently: "Tsk, tell me."

Mitsui looked into the distance: "There is nothing to say."

Tie Nan: "Who did it?"

Mitsui remained stubborn: "I accidentally fell."

Iron Man stopped talking.

Mitsui was also awkwardly silent.

Mitsui was wearing Tetsuo's old clothes, white vest, red boxer shorts, long hair covering his cheeks, but he could still see the marks of being beaten.The boy just frowned and turned his face away, refusing to speak, his stubborn appearance made Tetsuo sigh inwardly.

"Your attire really resembles what I used to look like." After a long silence, Tetsuo spoke first.When practicing boxing, I was beaten miserably every day. I felt ashamed and refused to show weakness in front of my seniors.Ah...it's a past I haven't recalled for a long time...

Taking the cup dropped by Mitsui, Tetsuo leisurely took a sip of shochu and said with a soft smile, "I used to be like you, exactly the same..."

Mitsui turned his head and glanced at Tetsuo.

Tetsuo didn't go on talking, his eyes turned to Mitsui's legs - there were two protruding white scars on his left knee.

Tie Nan let out a soft breath: "...Is your knee okay?"

Mitsui smiled sadly: "... so what if it's good or not? It's already..."

"Don't talk about being frustrated." Tetsuo interrupted Mitsui, and looked over sternly, "The body is yours, you don't want your legs anymore?"

Mitsui touched his left knee, the two scars seemed to be still aching.

"...Tie Nan, what if... I never get better for the rest of my life?"

"How could it not be better? Didn't the doctor say that you are recovering well?"

"But...it's been a year..." Mitsui lowered his head, his hair hanging down on both sides, covering his face.

"This kind of injury, there is no way to be impatient, only patience."

"Patience...be patient!" Mitsui suddenly raised his head excitedly, "I have endured long enough!"

Tetsuo looked at Mitsui calmly.

As if stabbed by Tetsuo's gaze, Mitsui lowered his head in vain: "...Sorry, Tetsuo."

Tetsuo waved his hand indifferently: "It's nothing."

Mitsui stroked his hair and laughed miserably: "Ha... I'm not the same person I used to be."

Tie Nan: "Say something stupid."

Mitsui clenched his fists, his voice trembling: "Mitsui Shou, I will never return to the original Mitsui Shou..."

"Mitsui." Tetsuo sighed, "Listen to me carefully."

The young man remained silent, his arms and bones protruded, and his whole body was tense, as if an outsider would collapse completely with a slight force.

"... In this world, nothing can last forever. No matter whether it is good luck or bad luck, it is impossible to last forever." Tetsuo looked at the ceiling, and the light of the ceiling lamp made people squint his eyes, "... will change luck Yes, Mitsui. There will always be a change of luck. So, be patient..."

Mitsui's body no longer trembled: "...Really, Tetsuo."

Tie Nan nodded, and said without doubt: "There will be no mistakes."

Mitsui showed an ugly smile: "Really...that's great..."

Tetsuo didn't say any more, but sat down and drank in silence.

……

After a long time, Mitsui raised his head and looked towards a corner of the room: "The sandbag...is still hanging there..."

Tetsuo followed Mitsui's line of sight, and through the open door, an old sandbag was hanging beside the bed in the bedroom.

Tie Nan smiled: "Ah... yes, it will probably hang on forever... Although, the boxing gloves have already been thrown away."

Mitsui: "Tetsuo..."

Tetsuo stood up and rubbed Mitsui's hair like a straw with his palm: "Do you want instant noodles? Deqian Yicho, but only chicken flavor."

Mitsui didn't care about his hair: "Tetsuo...give me another drink."

Tie Nan was stunned.

Mitsui stared at the empty glass and repeated: "...please give me another drink."

"There's only one cup." Tetsuo looked at Mitsui, turned around and scratched his hair, "Really, don't get me drunk, brat!"

"...Thank you." Mitsui's voice was so small that only he could hear it.

The author has something to say: I think there is a kind of masculine tenderness in Tie Nan.