[Ghost Glasses][Keyu]Little Red Riding Hood

the first week

The day Mido woke up happened to be Friday, and the two-day rehabilitation exercise on the weekend made Mido more coordinated, and also allowed his upper body strength to be barely sufficient.The so-called enough is to be able to toss oneself from the bed to the wheelchair.Coupled with the electric wheelchair that the man bought together with the rehabilitation equipment, it would not be a problem for Mido to be alone at home during the day, so when the man arrived on Monday, he resumed his daily routine after taking care of Mido's daily routine.

"I'm going out." The man's voice came from the entrance, and Midou, who was basking in the sun, held the mobile phone that the man had just given him, his lips moved slightly, but there was still no sound, and then the door closed.

Mido, who was alone at home, strictly followed the doctor's order that afternoon, and intensified the restoration movement as much as possible. Of course, he didn't tell the man about all this.Mido, who was still unable to see the man's true intentions clearly, now wholeheartedly hopes to recover as soon as possible.

A week passed so smoothly, the man always left a sentence "I'm going out." before going to work and going out, and he came back immediately after work and said "I'm back." Reading the newspaper has become a daily routine, And the difficulty of processing that information was steadily increasing, as was Mido's muscular strength and readjustment to a normal diet.In the end, the day always ends with the man saying "Good night, Mr. Mido."

Although Mido tried his best to conceal the extent of his recovery, the man still didn't know where to see the clue. (Maybe it was the documents that were accidentally knocked over when entering the study that day. If I had known it, I would have spread them on the floor. Mido secretly gritted his teeth.) Afterwards, the man cooked a neat meal.The so-called neatness means that most of the ingredients are diced and cut into small pieces, and then the juice is collected more thoroughly during the cooking process.When Mido drove the wheelchair to the dining table, the man didn't seem to feel any difference in the meal, and said softly "Hey~ let's eat.", picked up the bowl and started to eat.Mido looked at the spoon in front of him but didn't know how to react at this moment.

Mido's sleep in the past few days is still stuck in the nightmare, but he no longer has the violent reaction of the first day, and often wakes up quickly with a scream, and can continue to fall asleep a little bit more slowly.The man didn't seem to notice every time Mido woke up, but it was just as if.The evidence was that from the third night onwards, there was always a cup of hot water on the bedside, and at the same time, the man was always lying on his side facing himself, in a position that would suppress his heart.That man actually watched my situation with his ice-blue eyes every night.Mido thought.

"Let's go to the hot spring," said the man at dinner on Friday.The current physical condition can indeed allow Mido to go to the hot springs, and soaking in the hot springs can actually help the body recover.Thinking of this, Mido felt that strange emotion again.Soaking in a hot spring or something... Is this why the man is clearly aware of his concealed physical condition and is still so calm?The sooner I wake up, the sooner I can get the pleasure of hugging myself?Hurriedly throwing away that strange emotion, Mido thought about it, and sneered again, heh... hot springs are always better than sofas, and the arrangements had already been made when the man said it.

"Okay." The man got the answer.

Sure enough, as Mido expected, the man who had breakfast on Saturday morning took Mido and drove to Hakone.However, after more than an hour's drive, I arrived at a hot spring hotel in Hakone. After notifying my name and a little verification and registration, I entered the guest room under the leadership of the service staff.A room with a private hot spring pool overlooking Mount Fuji.

Although it is a short trip, I am still a little tired, not to mention that I have just started to recover.Mido let the man lay himself down on the newly spread futon, giving himself a soothing massage.After a while of relaxation, Mido completed some rehabilitation programs without the aid of equipment with the cooperation of the man, and the process was so smooth that there was no dialogue during the whole process. This long silence even made Mido feel a little disgusted.Thinking back to the conversations of the past few days, it always started with the man saying "Don't you do anything?" or "Do you need something?" Then he said "Do you want me to do something?" ?” It was over, and what came with the end was a stalemate from the man.Because of this aversion to silence, Mido even wanted to say to the man, "Sing a song." Mido was 100% sure that if he really did that, the man would be delighted and twist his face to sing out his imagination Well, probably because I never imagined that man could sing.

A morning passed so peacefully, as peaceful as the perennial snow on Mount Fuji.

Vacation time is always so relaxing.After lunch, the man pushed Midou around.Although he was full of thoughts, Mido was still successfully pleased by the long-lost trip, although this was only manifested in the fact that when the man said "Let's go back to the hotel", he turned his head so slowly for half a second.Then Mido heard the man say, "Just come out tomorrow." Tomorrow... can you really come out?Mido thought.

It is said that you are here to soak in hot springs, so naturally you cannot miss the hot springs.Surrounded by the hot spring, under the massage of the man, Mido felt that he was about to melt, and the two glasses of Japanese sake that he had lightly sipped at dinner were also steamed by the heat.At this moment, Mido could only lean softly on the man.After finally finishing the massage, the man said, "Let's go up, you'll pass out after a while." The slightly drunk Mido let out a lazy "Mm", and let the man pick him up, dry himself, and get dressed , and then placed in the bed.The slightly cool weather in late autumn allowed Mido to think a little bit. Hearing the man turn off the light and go to the bed beside him, Mido asked, "You...won't you hug me? ?” When he said it, Mido realized that it was the first time he asked a question since he woke up.

It was obvious that the figure of the man in the dark paused, and then the man went to the bed at the side again, lay down, and said, "Good night, Mr. Mido."

"Good night, Saeki." As he muttered silently in his heart, Midou suddenly woke up.

Although the story is never as exciting as life itself, this metaphor is only applicable to occasional turmoil that occurs once in a few years or even decades, such as when I was appointed as the Minister of MGN, for example, five or six months ago, anyway, it is not the time now.So Mido's Sunday was also spent in a leisurely way.As the man said yesterday, he really came out again today.

After enjoying the special dishes of the hot spring hotel at noon, I drove back to my house where I lived with the man for 4 months.Life continued step by step, and even the evening newspaper reading time was not canceled due to travel.The second Sunday when Midou woke up ended like this again.

"Good night, Mr. Mido," said the man.

"Good night, Saeki." Mido said silently in his heart.

Surprisingly, there was no dream all night.Mido was surprised in his sleep.

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