[Ghost Glasses][Keyu]Little Red Riding Hood

I don't know how long he wandered in the darkness and chaos, long enough to make Mido feel that such a safe chaos is not bad even if he can't see anything. Suddenly, this invisible world split open, and the light beam shone in from the narrow and long crack, and the The gap widened and widened until all the darkness around him was dispelled, and the world in front of him was bright again, as if the darkness just now was covered by a high-quality velvet curtain that blocked everything.

The man was busy in the kitchen with his back turned to him.Taking advantage of this leisure time, Mido looked around and found that his home hadn't changed much.In addition to an extra pair of men's shoes at the entrance, and an extra wheelchair in front of him.Looking at the living room alone, there are very few traces left by the man, as if he just came here by chance as a guest, not even an acquaintance.This is definitely not the case, Mido knew it.He didn't know how long he had been in a coma, but the weakness he felt when he clenched his fists lightly let him know that this time must not be short. He looked towards the place where he usually put the Nikkei, and the Nikkei was still there, not even changing the angle. Pass.Mido carefully looked at the date on it, and searched his memory again.

Three months, has it been that long... Mido was taken aback, and when he came back to his senses, that sentence had already been spoken.

"Have you... been here all this time?" Mido heard a weak voice coming from his own mouth.It's just such a sentence, all because of the weakness of the muscles and limp.

The man's back froze, "Wow".The glass is broken.The man looked down, thinking that he would tidy up, but he was just stunned again, took out another glass, poured wine, then turned around and walked over with two glasses of wine.Mido's gaze, which was a little erratic due to his weakness, moved from the man's calm and gentle smiling face to the two wine glasses in his hands. Even so, he did not miss the man following his gaze. Transfer and momentary lonely smile.

Did the man think he was avoiding his sight?Mido thought so.But that's fine too.So his eyes stayed on the two wine glasses for a while, and then moved towards the lower carpet.

So silent... Mido took advantage of this gap to think about the current situation, and finally came to the conclusion that the man had been taking care of him for three months, and during this period, there should be no lack of such conversations.As to why all this happened, and the man's intentions are still unclear.Heh... If it's because it's not interesting to hug yourself like this, in fact, wouldn't it be more convenient to leave yourself and find a new partner.After thinking wildly for a while, Mido decided to wait and see what happened.He also remembered that the situation caused by the act of looking away by accident just now was quite considerable, maybe this could buy more buffer time before he was unable to resist the man.Thinking of this, Mido lightly clenched his fist under the blanket again, the result of the test was like the most powerful proof of this decision.

After a while, the man in front of the sofa finally made some movement, and the feet in black cotton socks appeared in Mido's field of vision.With two jagged sounds, the man put the wine glass on the tea table, then took another two steps, and squatted down beside the sofa. The golden top of his head occupied part of Mido's field of vision. The man never raised his head. His eyes didn't know what he was looking at.

"How are you...?" the man said in a hesitant dry voice.

Mido moved his arms a little under the blanket. Although he didn't have much strength, his joints were not stiff, and he could bend his elbows and raise his arms slightly.So Midou said, "It's okay."

Hearing his own response, the man seemed to be rescued from the muddy loneliness just now, raised his eyes slightly, and looked at Midou's chest, although he couldn't see exactly what kind of eyes the man was looking at him with, Mido still felt like something was burning his beating heart under his chest under his ribs under the blanket.

"Really? The owner of the winery sold me the collection today, and I must go to thank him tomorrow."

Did the man's voice become smoother because of the two words he answered?

"Ahh... and the cake that was just cut has not yet been served."

Mido frowned, he was not a sweetheart, and that man would not be a sweetheart no matter how he looked at it.After a few inaudible footsteps, the confused Mido saw a small plate of sliced ​​cheese appear on the coffee table.He raised his head, looked at the man out of focus with a confused expression, the man's eyes were like glass flowers just blown by a first-class craftsman, fragile, beautiful, with that kind of temperature, he just used that A pair of eyes, then look at yourself.After a short look at each other, maybe it couldn't be a look at each other, Mido never focused his eyes on the man, and the man turned his head to hide the eyes that were beginning to shatter.

"Then... let's have a drink first." The man said.

Mido tried his best to move his arm, the only thing changed was that the blanket on his body slipped off due to his movement.The sickly pale and slender hands that had been hidden under the blanket were also exposed.

No pinholes.Mido took a look and came to this conclusion.

When he raised his head again, the man's hand holding the cup appeared in front of his eyes. "Don't you want to try?" the man's voice sounded.Trying to raise his hand again, Mido realized that it was just a pointless struggle.The man looked at it, and after a little hesitation, he brought the wine glass to Mido's mouth.

The red liquid in the cup exudes a long-lost taste.The smell from the evaporated alcohol was intoxicatingly sultry, and since he had decided not to confront him head-on, there was nothing to worry about.Mido opened his mouth to hold the rim of the cup, and the wine flowed into his mouth without any haste, and stopped just when he felt it was almost the same.Everything is so just right.How many times did that man do this kind of thing?Mido tasted the red wine and looked at his hands again.Needless to say, many, many times, probably even three meals a day are carried out like this.

"How? Shouldn't you be worthy of being treasured by the boss?" The man spoke again in a calm and comfortable tone that had never appeared in his memory.

"Hmm..." Mido did not hesitate to let out a sound of enjoyment, but he didn't intend to say more, the answer he knew at a glance didn't need to be announced.It has been six months since I took that man to the bar.

It seemed that even if he didn't say anything, the affirmative voice alone could encourage the man, and the man said again, "Do you want a piece of cake?"

Although he was still confused about why the man insisted on calling cheese a cake, Mido still nodded, and within a short while, a strip of cheese cut to a suitable size was delivered to his mouth.Mido took a bite of the man's hand, then chewed lightly.The mellow aroma that has been away for three months permeates the hungry taste buds.

The surrounding atmosphere is different.Mido felt it.His own non-rejection made the man so pleasantly surprised that he almost burst into flames.Wanting to know the man's expression, Mido raised his head.Looking at the man with slack eyes, the man's gentle smile seemed a bit unmaintainable, the gratitude that he was trying to suppress mixed with surprise came out from under the smile, the icy blue eyes flashed even consistently, which could well cover him Emotional glasses are unable to hide the moisture.

The man seemed to feel that he needed to respond to his actions, and he said as calmly and gently as possible, "Ah... here... a little bit." Then, the man's hand came to his lips, trying to wipe off a little bit. Leftover cheese crumbs.

Then, this seemingly peaceful scene of a long-lost reunion is like stained glass dropped on the ground.

Midou trembled uncontrollably.

Mido also didn't understand why he trembled uncontrollably, obviously without the slightest fear.Now if that man wants to do something to him, he has no power to fight back, so he has nothing to fear.And does fear work?The man's will was never shifted because of his own reaction.Mido just looked at the man calmly and carelessly.The man standing in front of him didn't even take back his outstretched hand, his gentle smile was completely lifted, and the guilt surging in his blue eyes was like a sea swept by a storm, with complex and intense emotions tumbling inside. Like a huge whirlpool formed by a shipwreck when it is ravaged by a storm.

Looking at those eyes, Mido felt that even the focus of his own eyes would be sucked away.In order to stop all this, he spoke, trembling, biting the tip of his tongue inadvertently, "I... I am not contradicting you."

The man withdrew his hand as if shocked when he heard Mido speak, and then lowered his head and said, "Well... let me give you a muscle massage... Maybe it will be better..."

"Alright." Mido said.

The man who got the response carried the trembling Midou into the wheelchair and pushed him back to the room. After putting him on the bed, he turned around and went to the bathroom to fetch a basin of hot water.Then, under Mido's still clueless eyes, he stripped him naked.From the man's hesitant demeanor, Mido understood without any difficulty that the man was always worried about what he would say, and even wanted to say something several times during this awkward silence to break the scene like a silent movie.Mido thought about how he would react if the man said something, but in the end, until he was laid flat on the bed, the man did not break the silence.

Maybe it was because of the massage technique that the man had learned, maybe it was because of the soothing effect of the hot towel, or maybe it was simply because he had no energy to allow his muscles to squander like this without restraint, the uncontrollable trembling finally stopped.After a short rest, Mido heard the man say, "Tomorrow... I will accompany you to the hospital, and then I will buy some rehabilitation equipment and come back.

Mido's eyes widened in surprise, and he couldn't help but rejoice that he was lying on the bed at this time.Did that man let himself out so easily?Then when it was finally said, it turned into an emotionless "Okay."

The dinner and subsequent joint activities were smoother due to Mido's awakening and cooperation, although sometimes the man's touch would still cause Mido to tremble uncontrollably, but the next few times would pass quickly.

After finishing some daily tasks, the man put Midou on the sofa with the excuse of "long-term lying hurts the back, long-term sitting hurts the waist", and briefly told him about some major events that happened in the past three months , such as the revision of the economic law, such as the content of the import and export white paper, and changes in the situation between political parties.Seeing that it was almost time, the man pushed Midou back into the room, placed him on the left side of the bed, and then went out alone.

Probably night work, Mido thought so.The long coma made Mido sleepless now, he turned his head and looked at the empty half of the bed on the right, heh...does he still have to do something after all?Such thinking is pointless.Mido came back to his senses, and began to carefully digest what the man just said.After not using it for three months, my brain is a bit rusty, but it is still enough to discover and admire the man's sense of smell.If you think about the situation three months ago, you can understand the current political situation and the current economic situation.After admiring, Mido continued to think, what he needed to digest was not only the external situation, but also what happened in this house today.

After three months of thinking that seemed to fill up the blank space, Mido felt sleepy and closed his eyes, and the man returned to the room at this time.After a while of friction with the fabric, the light in the room disappeared, and the bed on the right sank, only to hear the man approach and softly say "Good night, Mr. Mido." Then there was no more sound.

Mido opened his eyes in the darkness, looked at the ceiling, listened to the breathing of the two, and soon closed his eyes.I said silently, "Good night, Saeki."

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The author has something to say: Will it be impatient if it takes so long suddenly==