Lost the most important place in your heart

He went into the bathroom to fetch water, and as soon as he entered, Heizi saw himself in the mirror, blushing so much that he was about to bleed, so he rushed to wash his face with a cup of water, and he became much more awake.

Akashi was sitting on the sofa, holding a tourniquet, pressing it and putting it on very thoughtfully, to ensure that the amount of bleeding would not be too much and at the same time the bleeding could not be completely stopped.

When Kuroko came in with water, Akashi was obediently sitting on the sofa and pressing the wound with a tourniquet.

Heizi, who was holding the water basin, closed the door behind his back with some difficulty.

Akashi looked at Kuroko, his red face looked as delicious as an apple, his chin and eyebrows were still stained with undried drops of water, and his fair face was so tender that water dripped out.

You swallowed unconsciously, and your gaze stayed on your red lips for a long time, refusing to move away.

Kuroko walked up to Akashi, squatted down, put the water basin on the ground, and then looked up at Akashi: "Akashi-kun, has the blood stopped?"

With great difficulty, Akashi took his eyes off Kuroko's lips, stretched out his hand, spread it out, and there were small blood beads oozing from the wound, and there were some glass shards on it.

Heizi's hand slightly touched the edge of the wound.

Akashi immediately retracted his hands in pain, and let out a "hiss—" sound.

"Sorry." Heizi immediately took his hand back in fright, "Did I hurt you?"

"No." Akashi was a little bit regretful, he had acted a bit too much just now, Kuroko's hand was soft, and he could have touched it a little longer.

Heizi dug out things like tweezers and bandages from the medicine box, held them in his hands, hesitated for a while, and said, "Akashi-kun, I'd better find a professional to treat your wound."

As Heizi said, he stood up and was about to turn around.

Akashi grabbed his hand, "No, I trust you, Kuroko."

Just kidding, he is not stupid to change people now.

"But..." Heizi was a little embarrassed, "I seemed to drink the wine as fruit juice just now, and I'm a little confused now. Maybe your wound, which wasn't treated well, made it worse."

"Pfft—" Seeing Heizi talking about his embarrassment in such a serious manner, I couldn't help it, "Speaking of which, I just drank that wine as a drink."

"Hey, Akashi-kun too?"

Heizi's eyes were full of steam, a little hazy, but quite serious.

Looking at Kuroko's face close at hand, Akashi's heartbeat began to speed up non-stop.

"It hurts." Akashi yelled again.

"Does it hurt?" Heizi was anxious, "I'm going out..."

Akashi didn't let go of Heizi's hand: "I told you, the only person I trust is you, Heizi."

"Eh? What? Me?" Heizi was so frightened by this sentence that he didn't even know what he was doing, and the red color on his face that had finally faded away was now dyed back again.

After touching his face, it became hot, and he didn't know where to put his eyes, so he was flustered for a while, and he simply squatted down.

Seeing such a cute Kuroko, Akashi chuckled again. To be honest, he didn't mind teasing Kuroko a little more, but the pain in his palm reminded him that it's better to bandage up sooner.

"Heizi, can you bandage me up?"

"Yeah." Heizi nodded a little at a loss, still not daring to look at Akashi: "It's really strange, why does my heartbeat seem to speed up suddenly?"

However, it didn't take long for Akashi to be happy, and he tasted the bitter fruit he planted.

Heizi said he wasn't sober, and he really wasn't sober. In addition, his mood fluctuated violently now, and his hand holding the tweezers lost weight. Accidentally, the tweezers touched the meat inside by slightly rubbing the shards of glass.

"Hiss—" Akashi frowned in pain.

Heizi hurriedly withdrew his hand: "I'm sorry, Akashi-kun, I..."

"Calm down, Heizi, let's continue."

Heizi patted his face with his hands, forcing himself to calm down.

Finally, Akashi's hand doubled, and the hand holding the tweezers trembled slightly, for fear of hurting him again.

Akashi seemed to see through Kuroko's mind, and held his with the other hand: "It's okay."

"En." Heizi nodded solemnly.

Carefully holding the tweezers, he picked out the crumbs left on Akashi's hand one by one, and put them into the trash can next to him. In order not to hurt Akashi, Kuroko tried his best to control the strength in his hand. It took only a few minutes. He was already sweating profusely.

After finally cleaning up the debris, Kuroko brought the basin over and carefully dipped Akashi's hand in it. The sudden coldness made Akashi's hand shrink back unconsciously, and the water soaked through the wound, which still hurt a little .

However, Kuroko's hand was on top of his own, and he gently washed his wound with water. Although the joint was only a little bit, the warmth was continuously transmitted from Kuroko's hand to Akashi's palm, and the whole body Everyone has become warmer.

Almost subconsciously, Akashi stretched out his other hand and stroked Kuroko's soft hair once, twice. If Kuroko raised his head at this time, he could see the affection and satisfaction overflowing from Akashi's eyes.

When he hit the third time, Akashi stopped his hand suddenly, opened his eyes wide in an instant, and looked at his hand in amazement: "What the hell am I doing?"

Before, there was inexplicable jealousy towards Kise, and a poor man who was blowing cold air on the balcony to cool down sneezed.Then he smashed the glass because of anger, even though it was an accident, he immediately took advantage of this and drove Kise away, just to be alone with Kuroko, and now he still...

Unacceptable, Akashi withdrew his hand from Kuroko's.

At this time, Kuroko was dutifully disinfecting Akashi's wound with alcohol, and was puzzled by Akashi's actions, looking up at him in confusion.

Akashi Seijuro's face was filled with light blue jewel-like pupils, and Akashi was so emotionally moved that he just wanted to hug this man into his arms and hug him.

Of course, Akashi didn't do this in the end, and Kuroko didn't investigate carefully, but went to the medicine box next to him to search for iodine.

Akashi looked at his hand in disbelief, crazy, crazy, really crazy.

Heizi flipped over to the gauze and iodine, and smiled: "Akashi-kun, it's time for the last step."

"No..." Akashi knew that he should refuse now, but seeing Kuroko's smile, he couldn't say anything to refuse at all.

Seeing Kuroko holding his hand reverently as if he were treating a rare treasure, the look of fearing that if he used too much force, he would hurt himself, Akashi's heart melted into a puddle of water, and only Kuroko could melt.

There has always been a voice telling Akashi that this is not acceptable, but at this moment, the sunspots here and now are something that Akashi can't push away.

The current Akashi doesn't want to think about anything, he just wants to enjoy the tenderness of Kuroko at this moment.

That night, Akashi and Kuroko stayed in the lounge together, while Kise spent the whole night on the balcony blowing the wind.

By the next morning, the alcohol was gone, and Akashi had time to think about his current relationship with Kuroko.

Huang Lai was not so lucky. I don't know if it was because of the cold wind blowing all night, but his left ankle suddenly hurt so badly that it swelled up and he couldn't even walk smoothly.

His manager was going to arrest him and take him to the filming set, but seeing him like this, he dragged him to the hospital without saying a word.

After the Wintercup, Kise had problems with his feet. At that time, the doctor told him to take a good rest and refrain from strenuous exercise for a short time.

During that time, Kise was obedient and didn't touch the ball very much. However, after more than a month, when he met Heizi again, he couldn't help it. There were not many opportunities to meet each other, so we finally met. How could I miss the chance to be with him, let alone my favorite basketball.

This time I was dragged to the examination, Kise could cooperate actively, because I would definitely be told by the doctor whether I have been disobedient and vigorously exercising recently, and then be yelled at by the manager or something. In order to eat less saliva, of course, the more obedient the better up.

However, Huang Lai never expected that after all the reports came out, what was waiting for him was the doctor's words: "If you want to keep your left foot, don't touch basketball again."

"How is it possible?" Kise looked at the doctor, he couldn't accept this conclusion, "Do you really not make a mistake, doctor?"

The doctor knew that Huang Lai was not feeling well, so he said patiently: "The muscles of the left ankle are already showing signs of necrosis, and the ligaments have also been damaged in a large area. You are indeed not suitable for any more sports activities."

"I don't believe it!" Kise stood up excitedly, almost violently, grabbed the doctor's arms and shook them desperately, "There must be another way, just tell me, tell me."

"Huase." The manager behind him was afraid that something big would happen to Huang Lai, so he quickly pulled him back.

The doctor straightened the clothes that had been wrinkled by Kise, and said in a bad tone: "No, I have already warned you."

Kise collapsed on the chair all of a sudden, unable to play anymore, this kind of thing, this kind of thing.

"How can you accept it?"

Picking up the medical records on the table, he tore them into pieces as if venting, and then waved his hand, and the whole pieces hit the doctor's face.

The doctor was so angry that he blew his beard and stared.

The manager hurried forward to deal with the aftermath, and kept apologizing to the doctor. At this time, Huang Lai had already walked out of the outpatient room, and he didn't believe it.

This is a quack doctor, so he will go to a good doctor.

After leaving the gate of the hospital, he hailed a taxi and went to the most famous orthopedic hospital without any hesitation.

With the utmost patience, I finished a series of examinations that I had just done before, and then quietly waited for the verdict in the doctor's office.

The gentle-looking doctor pushed his glasses on the bridge of his nose, looked at the report, then looked at Kise, and shook his head.

What did the doctor say at the end, Huang Lai couldn't hear clearly, only that sentence: "You have no hope of playing basketball again in the future."

Enough to destroy all his hopes, maybe there is nothing left in his life.

Stumbled out of the hospital, stood on the side of the road, watching the endless stream of vehicles, where else could I go?

The phone that had been ringing all the way started vibrating again at this time, and when he turned it on, it was indeed his annoying manager who almost blew up his phone, and his name was densely packed on the text message list, and the content was the same "" Where are you?"

Select all, delete with one click, without any hesitation.

When he was about to turn off the phone, he caught a glimpse of someone's name out of the corner of his eye.

"Little Heizi..."

Huang Lai slid down little by little, hugged his head, squatted down, dropped his phone to the ground, and wailed.

"Little... black... child..."