【Tea cloth ABO】feeding bottle, report and rose

"Apaki, is your school closed for Halloween this week?"

He turned his head when he heard that, and Buccarati was sawing planks in the yard on the temporary workbench they built together.The finely divided sawdust permeated the air everywhere, and the dust irritated the mucous membranes of the nasal cavity but carried a smell of ink rosin.

Saws squeaked across the boards, and the kids didn't like the loud noise and clutter of a construction site, so they tried to do as much as they could before the two boys got out of school.

"On vacation." He replied loudly, kneeling on the ground to install the floor, and the sound of the nail gun was also very noisy, and he was afraid that Bucciarati would not hear him.

"Then you want to go home?" The black-haired man placed the sawn board beside Apache.

Alpha shook his head: "Just let it go for a day, it's too rushed."

"But last weekend." Bugarati squatted down. He took off his heavy carpentry gloves and stretched his stiff fingers. He looked at him through the transparent goggles. "That would be three days."

"It's troublesome for me to go back. There is no direct train or plane." Apache stopped what he was doing as he said that. The silver-haired college student raised his head and looked at the man in front of him through the same transparent goggles.

"Does Mr. Bugarati want me to leave for a few days?"

"No, no!" The big boy in front of him gradually became serious and even hurt, Bugarati hurriedly explained, "I just think you haven't asked for leave since you came to work, I'm afraid you forgot."

"I'm fine, don't worry about it."

"But the other day I heard Shikjaro ask you if you will participate in the next basketball game." Seeing that Apache lowered his head and started nailing the floor again, Buccarati moved slightly closer, "Although some words came from It may be ridiculous for my employer to say it, but I sincerely hope that you also have a life of your own."

Alpha stopped the staple gun in his hand again.The sun hangs high above the head, and there are crisp birdsong in the distance.

"You are still so young, but you must be very upset when you face these short things about your parents every day, right? Is there anyone you like in school? You can tell me if you have any interests and hobbies, and I will set aside time for you..."

"Mr. Bugarati, I like my current job very much." Apache interrupted him, and Omega raised his head to look into Alpha's eyes.Apache sighed. He put down the tools in his hand and sat on the veranda floor that he had just nailed. There were still a few meters behind him, and his two long legs could only step on the muddy ground of the foundation. Here, Bugarati saw a ladybug crawling over Apache's sneakers.

"What's wrong with you recently? Is there something wrong with me? I always feel like..." He took off the goggles on the bridge of his nose and fiddled with his fingertips, "...you don't seem to be Would love to see me."

"No!" Bugarati hastily denied, of course he wanted to see Apache, his instinct was even telling him that he should have something to do with this Alpha, but his rationality was always reminding him to consider the realistic factors. more important. Omega straightened his upper body, out of excitement, he reached out and patted the freshly nailed floor. "Hiss—" Bugarati withdrew his hand, and Apache quickly turned around and grabbed the man's palm: "What's wrong?!"

"It's okay, I was pricked by sawdust."

Bugarati replied.His palm was carefully held by Apache, Alpha frowned and slowly removed the thorn stuck into the skin bit by bit with his nails.

"It's bleeding." He was still holding his hand, watching the spot of bright red magnify in his palm.Bugarati came back to his senses and quickly withdrew his palm, and Apaki subconsciously raised his head to meet his flustered and dodged eyes.

"It's okay, I just got stabbed." Bugarati replied with a smile, his expression was as gentle and calm as ever, but this time he didn't look into Apache's eyes and said, "When I was young, I went fishing with my father. I can pull such a big and heavy fishing net by myself. Don’t look at me staying in the office building every day, in fact, I am rough-skinned and thick-skinned..."

"So these injuries are all from fishing when I was a child?"

"Huh?" Bugarati turned his head and saw Apache pointing at his hands.

It's time to pull the fishing net.Apaki thought to himself, the heavy net, the thin nylon rope, and the tenderness of the child's hands, that's why Mr. Bugarati left so many wounds on his palm.

He wanted to hold these hands in his hands, but he could only point, his fingers twitched twice, and finally they formed fists and retracted to his side.

"No one is born with rough skin and thick flesh." Apache replied sullenly with his head down.

Bugarati laughed and said: "But this is life. My family was still fishermen at that time, and fishermen would have nothing to eat if they didn't fish. And... I have never regretted it."

The young college student raised his head upon hearing this.

"You never know what you will encounter in the next second in your life. Just like me back then, it is impossible for me to live in such a beautiful house and work in an office building in the city. My father, he did A fisherman all his life, he knows nothing but fishing, but he still works hard every day at sea, and supports our family with the money he earns from fishing. Although..." Bugarati paused for a while, but soon He spoke again, and looked at Apache with a smile and said, "...I should have been a fisherman. When I was young, I really worked very hard to learn how to fish. Including making bait, mending fishing nets, Repairing boats, repairing engines. If... my father hadn't died, I must have inherited his father's business by now."

Apaki didn't know what to say, usually he should pat the other person's shoulder to show comfort in this situation, but recently he was very afraid of having physical contact with Bugarati, but there was this kind of weird feeling in his subconscious. eager.

"I'll take Gedo and Naranca back to meet my dad on Halloween, and you can have a day off."

"I'll go with you!" Apache replied hastily. Seeing Bugarati's expression startled, Alpha quickly added, "It's too hard for you alone, I have nothing to do anyway, and uh... ah! I Haven't been to the beach yet!"

"Oh?! Really? Haven't you been to the beach yet?" Omega was surprised.Apache hurriedly went downhill: "That's right! In fact, I have longed for life by the sea since I was a child. I also want to learn how to fish and repair boats!"

"Really?" Bugarati felt suspicious, but then he became a little proud, "If you really want to learn, I can take you to see it."

"Trick or Treat!"

"Go grab candy from other people's houses, don't make trouble in your own house."

Apaki opened the door for the two little ghosts, and Buccarati pushed Mista and Naranja out of the door.

"Gai Duo takes good care of his younger brother, just make trouble in the community and don't run too far, you know that?"

"Oh, of course I know!" The boy was covered with a white cloth, which was the bed sheet he had when he was a child, and Bugarati cut a hole on his head to pretend to be a ghost.The small one next to him is Apache's "work". Nalanja's face was covered with various cosmetics and turned into a little zombie.Bugarati was shocked for a while when he saw it, and he didn't know whether to praise Apache for his good painting or ask him why you have so many cosmetics.

After watching the two boys go to harm other people's homes, Bugarati took out a large bag of candy from the cabinet and put it on a plate with a long sigh of relief.He didn't have the heart to deal with more "kids" anymore, just give him sugar.

On the other hand, Apache has been guarding the gate and talking to the boys and girls who came to make trouble.Bucciarati was a little curious lying on the sofa. It stands to reason that a big boy of Apaki's age is either the kind who rushes to parade around the street with great passion for Halloween, or has an attitude of being indifferent to life and death and full of disgust.This state of guarding the gate excitedly chatting with every visitor should be Mrs. Bellickroe's age.

Bugarati couldn't help getting up and walking over to see what Apache was doing.

"So who of you is Giorno?"

"My name is Louis, and she is my sister, Rowena."

"Then do you know a kid named Giorno?"

"I don't know, I haven't heard of it."

"Big brother, are you going to give us candy?"

Bugarati watched as Apaki grabbed two handfuls of candies and stuffed them into the pumpkin baskets of the two little dryads in front of him.

"Come back and tell me if you see someone named Giorno." Omega saw Alpha telling the two children in front of him with a serious face, like Mr. Agent in a spy movie.

"If I bring him, I'll give you two more candies."

As a result, they waited until Mista and Naranca went home, and the children in the community were taken away by their parents one by one. Apache still did not see Giorno today.

"Wow! Your harvest is really good."

Bugarati watched as the two boys poured the candy from their respective pails onto the coffee table and began counting the trophies.

"This is your yearly candy from now on. I won't buy you any more candy."

"Bugaratti is so stingy!"

"Boob is so stingy!"

The boys protested immediately, and Omega closed his eyes and put his fingers in his ears to show that he couldn't hear.Mista suddenly noticed Apache who was changing shoes by the gate, and shouted: "Apaki! Don't you live here at night?"

The speaker may have no intentions, but the two who heard it were collectively startled. Alpha opened the door, and the autumn wind swept through the door and swept through his black sweater and poured into the man's neck.Very cooling and sobering.

"Of course I don't live here, Mista." Apache turned around and replied calmly.

Bugarati packed the candies spread out on the coffee table into a big jar, reached out and drove the two boys on the sofa to go upstairs: "Apaki is going home, we have to go to bed early tonight, tomorrow Only then will I have the energy to go see Grandpa together.”

"Is Leo going with us?" Nalanga was very happy to hear that, and the little boy clapped his hands with a smile, "Great!" But since the zombie makeup on his face hadn't been removed yet, the scene seemed a bit weird.

Seeing this scene, Apache wryly smiled and moved the corner of his mouth. He wanted to close the door again and come back: "I'll help you wash them both before leaving?"

"No need." Bugarati quickly replied, he didn't even turn his head and still turned his back to Alpha and urged the children, "It's quite late, you should go back and rest early. There are a lot of people in the community today, and I was seen by others... …not too good."

Alpha stood where he was, he didn't move, and he didn't make a sound.Apaki stared at the small piece of smooth skin exposed at the back of Bugarati's neck. There was a gland hidden under the man's neatly trimmed black hair. The small grain was hidden under the skin at the moment, but it could give Their relationship brings about qualitative changes in the glands.

Perhaps out of instinct, Omega felt Alpha's sight.Bugarati turned around, and Apaki's sight changed from the back of the man's neck to his Adam's apple and collarbone, which looked more fragile.

"What's wrong?"

Bugarati looked at him, the young college student in front of him, the young Alpha.Apaki's gaze didn't dodge, didn't change at all, he frowned, his purple-gold pupils were half-drooped and hidden under his slender white eyelashes.He seemed to be thinking, and did not answer Bugarati's voice.

After a long time, Apache raised his head. He slowly straightened his stiff neck. He looked at Bugarati, and something changed in his eyes.

"Nothing, good night, Mr. Bucciarati."

Apache got up early the next day. He stood downstairs in his apartment and looked into the distance, quietly like a delicate statue.Until the familiar car at the intersection drove up in front of him, the person in the driver's seat rolled down the window.

"Why didn't you tell me that your family lived so far away?" Bugarati drove the car, he was a little annoyed, but he couldn't tell if it was to Apache or to himself, "I thought you lived near the school. "

"The rent here is cheap, and I can ride a bicycle well." Apache sat in the back seat, and Naranja was happily showing him the new fairy tale book Buccarati bought for him.

"You should have told me." Bugarati frowned and glanced at Alpha in the rearview mirror.

"What will happen if I say so?" Apaki raised his head with a smile and looked into the rearview mirror, "Would you want me?"

"How could it be!" Bugarati immediately denied, but he felt guilty again. If he knew about it in advance, the night when Apache came to his home for the first time, maybe he would really hesitate Bar.

Alpha withdrew his gaze and lowered his head to play with Naranja again, then asked casually: "Then will you arrange a room for me to live with you?"

Mista, who had been drowsy in the passenger seat, suddenly opened his eyes secretly. The boy looked at a small piece of car carpet raised by his feet. He held his breath and wanted to know his father's answer.

"..."

Bugarati gripped the steering wheel with both hands, he didn't expect Apache to ask him such a question when the children were all around.They should clearly understand each other's handling of this matter, why did they choose this time?Pick when even he himself is confused and can't figure it out.

The black car braked suddenly, and the children were startled. Apache immediately reached out to protect Naranja beside him, and Mista in the front row could no longer pretend to be asleep.Buccarati slapped the steering wheel with his palm, and his fingers restlessly hit the cold metal car logo in the center. The black-haired Omega frowned with sharp thin eyebrows, and his dark blue eyes seemed angry.

"Really! How do people drive now!"

He complained and honked the horn to urge the vehicle in front to start quickly, but his eyes couldn't help but sneak a peek at the reaction of the people in the back seat.Apaki looked as usual, and was asking Naranja next to him if he wanted to drink water, like he didn't care what Bugarati's answer was, like he didn't ask the question 3 minutes ago at all .

The journey was faster than he had imagined, and Bugarati explained that it was because his hometown was now developed into a tourist town and new roads were built.Looking out of the window of the car, Apache looks at the houses on the coast built along the mountains, close to the cliffs of Almafi, which is spectacular and terrifying.I don't know whether it is the local government or the spontaneous behavior of the residents. These condensed the infinite wisdom of the working people. Perhaps the exterior walls of the houses that were built much older than I thought were painted in various bright colors to attract people. more tourists.

What would Mr. Bucciarati's home look like?Apache leaned on the car window and thought aimlessly.

But Mr Bucciarati doesn't appear to be planning on giving him the chance to visit. Omega directly drove the car to the cemetery, and there were already many people in the cemetery bringing their families to pay homage to their ancestors.

Apaki got out of the car to help get things, and some people obviously recognized Bugarati.They greeted the three fathers and sons friendly, but they were surprised when they saw Apache.It is a pity that the gossip sense of smell of human beings is interlinked.Buccarati knew in his heart that although he explained Apache's identity to every old neighbor who came to say hello to him, he also expected in his heart that in the "legendary story" of his hometown in the future It will add another "love affair".

Fortunately, he has long since moved away from this small fishing village, and he is not seen usually, and there are fewer and fewer people who know him and remember him.And he also knew exactly what would become of his local after-dinner conversation when he decided to bring Mista back here for the first time.So it doesn't matter if I add a few more strokes now.

But there are always some people in this world who will always remember him.

"grandmother!"

Nalanga took Bugarati's hand and suddenly shouted to a woman walking in front of him.Apaki followed the trend and saw that the other party and Mr. Bugarati looked exactly the same.

"Naranja!" the woman said, with surprise in her tone. She smiled more like Mr. Bugarati, but more gentle and tired, showing the traces of time.

"Guido! Bruno!" She greeted her grandson and son with a smile, but Apache saw that the joints of the woman holding the handbag were trembling nervously.

"...Mom." It wasn't until Bugarati smiled that the woman seemed relieved.

"Did grandma come to see grandpa this year?" Mista pulled Apache forward, and Mr. Bugarati's mother was obviously stunned when she saw the tall young Alpha in front of her.

"Bruno, this is..."

"This is Apache, my new nanny."

Apache bowed slightly, and he felt the woman looking up and down his whole body.

"Hello auntie."

"You look very young." The woman said with a smile, "Bruno actually brought you here, it seems that he must like it very much..."

"Mom!" Bugara interrupted loudly, "Are you going back?"

"Ah..." The woman turned her head to look at her son, her gaze shifted back and forth on the faces of the four people in front of her, and she became flustered, "Sorry, I really... I'm going back, Bruno."

Bugarati seemed to be used to it, and Omega replied with a smile as if comforting his mother: "It's okay, my brother needs your care more."

The woman frowned, her old but still beautiful face looked sad.Apaki watched her face her son but hesitated to speak: "...Bruno, you can go home and have a look when you have time. I arrived yesterday, and the house has been cleaned a little. You can stay for one night, you Don't... work too hard."

Mr. Bugarati didn't answer, and Apaki tilted his head to observe Omega's expression. The relationship between the mother and child seemed to be very strange, but it seemed that they were trying their best to maintain each other from collapsing.

"Okay, thank you mom." In the end, Bugarati still chose to smile and said, "I will go back and have a look."

The woman left, Apache was not good at getting along with the elderly, especially the way Mr. Bugarati's mother looked at her, and she always felt that she was the same as others but different.He couldn't say it, but it felt strange, and it made him feel an invisible pressure that he had never felt before.

And Apache didn't suddenly discover another fact until today.He accompanied Mr. Bugarati's family to the tomb, and looked at the name of the person who erected the monument engraved on the tombstone. Nalanja's surname was neither Bugarati nor Mista, and he actually had a third surname!

Alpha looked down at the little boy offering the chrysanthemum in front of the grandfather's tombstone with his little hand, and the silver-haired man turned his eyes to Mr. Bucciarati who was praying with his eyes closed.

He suddenly understood the meaning of Mr. Bugarati's mother looking at him with a flash of inspiration!That must be warning yourself!Mr. Bugarati's love luck is too bad!It seems that he must work harder and harder than he imagined!

-TBC-