[Comprehensive] The fiancé he picked up by writing the article suddenly

Once life is monotonous and mechanical, it will be as fast as an accelerator installed.

Donghua wakes up on time at five o'clock every day, cooperates with the nurse to measure her body temperature and blood pressure, and then falls asleep. She doesn't wake up until ten o'clock. By then, she has already missed the regular breakfast provided by the hospital.Fortunately, Akashi didn't intend to let her eat the hospital's uniform standard food at all. Instead, he told his chef in detail about her preferences and taboos. Ever since she was able to eat freely, she delivered them in different ways every day.

Along with the three meals a day, there was also a bouquet of fresh roses that changed every two days—the eternal flower was put on a beautifully shaped crystal cover by him, and placed on the other side of the bed alone.

It was also at that time that Donghua discovered that he still had some common problems among the children of the aristocratic family - he would also hide a small card in the fragrant bouquet, with subtle and fiery poems on the card.

Putting this kind of thing on other people, Donghua didn't feel it at all, but when the subject was replaced by Akashi Seijuro, she thought of his always peaceful and calm expression, and his maturity far beyond his peers, and she actually tasted a kind of feeling for no reason. Sober old-school romance.

It happened to be time to change the flowers today, and the assistant in a three-piece suit threw flowers expressionlessly, changed the water, and then put the newly brought bouquet|into the vase, a series of actions were neat and straightforward.After finishing, he lowered his eyelids in a professional manner, his eyes glued to the ground neatly, and bowed: "Goodbye, Miss Xiyuansi."

"I'm also taking care of you today, please be careful on the road." Dong Hua, who was sitting on the bedside, nodded to him.

The door was closed, Dong Hua hung her head in the quiet room again, and seemed to be seriously looking at the original novel in her hand, but those strange letters were fleeting on the retina, but not in her mind Leave a half impression.

When she felt that a period of time had passed, to prove that she was not anxiously waiting for his once-a-day poem, Dong Hua pursed her lips reservedly, and closed the book in her hand, seemingly in no hurry, but As long as you observe carefully, you can find that her fingers pressing the foot of the page are already trembling, and the bookmark is also thrown on the quilt without adding it to the page.

Her eyes lit up involuntarily because of the anticipation, and Donghua's movements carried a lightness that she didn't even notice, she gently opened the card——

FOR Fuyuka:

picking wild roses

some ornamental hair

hold some

Waiting for you in the fields, long days

Waiting for you for a long time (Note)

Dong Hua bit her lower lip, her fingertips brushed lightly over the young man's chic and elegant handwriting, but she paused for a long time at "waiting for you for a long time".Her eyelashes twitched, Akashi Seijuro clearly did not say this in front of her, but in front of her eyes appeared inexplicably a young boy with lowered eyelids, cherished and slow.

She had been lying on the bed when late winter and early spring handed over, avoiding that period of volatile days, now the wind no longer has a biting smell, but has become soft and light, gently supporting her long hair hanging loosely behind her back. hair.In the warm and radiant spring light, Donghua slowly raised the corners of her lips, her eyelashes were half drooped, and she smiled half shyly and half happily.

The dimples on the girl's cheeks bloomed for a long time, and Donghua read the poem twice in her heart from beginning to end, her heart seemed to be filled with sweet fluffy flowers, and finally she treasured the card into the original text. in the novel.

If you look around, you will find that there are seven or eight cards in the same style in this book.After Donghua put away the new card, she put the original novel in the drawer, blinked in disappointment, and then idly picked up her mobile phone to browse social networks.

When I was in school, the Twitter account of "Saienji Fuyuka" was blank, nothing interesting, but there were a lot of new content on the account of "Matsukage Yuki", but they were all posted by editors from all walks of life for their own authors advertise.

Donghua looked at it for a while, then put it down in a dull manner.

She just finished watching a super long British drama with no end in sight two days ago... for the third time, she can even recite a lot of highlight lines in the drama.

She hugged the little lion with different pupils and stared at the ceiling. She thought she was in a daze for a while, but she picked up her phone to check, and it turned out that less than 10 minutes had passed.Fuyuka immediately sighed in frustration and disappointment, it was still a long time before the evening—Seijuro Akashi finished school.

The private hospital where she works pursues the highest recuperation environment for patients. Not only is the environment pleasant, but it is usually as quiet as a vacuum.It was already spring, and the inpatient department could not even hear a bird song—in order to take care of patients with neurasthenia.

Grandparents are getting old, it is impossible to come to the hospital to accompany her in bed often, and Donghua is not willing to stay in the same room with strangers for a long time. Walk.

In this kind of environment, even if she doesn't talk much and doesn't rely on social interaction to a certain extent, she still feels lonely unavoidably.What Donghua is looking forward to now is that Akashi will come to see her and talk to her every day.

She turned her head and stared at the faintly green light outside the window for a while, but finally decided to pass the time with sleep.

She had just woken up for less than five hours, and she had been lying on the bed without moving. She thought she would just close her eyes and rest, but she didn't expect that she not only fell asleep, but also had a dream.

The dream seemed to be covered with a layer of vague and misty white mist, and Donghua was also lying on the bed in her dream, her consciousness seemed to be hung by a thin silk thread, and she felt that her hand was lovingly closed by someone , as if intending to iron her cold skin with body temperature, and when her fingertips warmed up again, Donghua heard his voice.

Akashi's voice was very soft, like the ebb and flow of the tide, it was far away and near, the young man was talking calmly, Donghua had to summon all his energy to hear clearly.

The vortex of memory stirs up the water continuously.

It was the national sports meeting.

On the first day of the opening, only in the first half, Group A won five gold medals, surpassing No.2 in points by a large margin, and ranked first in the list.

"Everyone is really good. You are indeed the children of our group A," the class guide sat in the staff office, looked at the report form with a smile on his face, raised his head proudly and gratified, and looked at the class monitor and the sports committee standing at the table. Pointing in a certain direction, "I have prepared some small gifts, please Akashi and Ito, share them with the students in the classroom."

"Okay, thank you, teacher," Akashi bowed slightly to the class teacher, and went to hold a box of mixed fruit juice and oolong tea with Ito.

"Then Akashi, you send it to the two rows by the window, and I'll send it to the other two rows," Ito said on the way back to the classroom, "If you want to change something, let them change it themselves, put it on the podium and pick it up It will be messy, and it will be troublesome to hold the box and let them pick it by themselves."

"Okay, then let's do this." Akashi nodded and agreed, he didn't care about this kind of thing, and what Ito said was indeed true.

When I returned to the classroom, the students in the class were sitting in twos and threes eating bento, and most of them were still in the cafeteria.Seeing them come back with drinks, the boys in the back row of the classroom immediately let out strange cheers.

Akashi put the box on the podium, opened the seal, and was about to get off his seat to post when his eyes suddenly drifted past the colorful propaganda on the juice packaging box. He paused, and a certain piece of information appeared in his mind almost instantly. There was a flash of light and flint.

Different kinds of fruit patterns were scattered on the packaging box. Akashi turned over to look at the ingredients list, and actually saw "concentrated kiwi fruit juice" in the small words of mosquitoes and flies. The small words were hidden deep and inconspicuous , it is difficult to find without deliberately looking for it.

"Ito," Akashi called the sports committee member who was about to get off the podium, and then said without changing his expression under his suspicious gaze, "please give me a bottle of oolong tea."

As he said, he had already pulled out a pack of mixed juice and handed it over for exchange.

"Ah?... Oh, okay." Ito was startled, and quickly realized, without thinking too much, just thought he was for some familiar classmate, and handed Akashi a bottle of oolong tea as promised.

"Thank you." Akashi took it and nodded at him.

When Donghua walked into the classroom with the arm of Sakai Toshiko, most of the students had already returned.

Seeing the visibly more lively atmosphere in the classroom, Sakai Toshiko blinked and was the first to notice something was wrong: "Eh? Drinks are being served!"

"Really." Donghua looked at the drink bottles in the hands of her classmates. The food in the cafeteria was a bit greasy today, so she put it down without taking two bites, just in time for a drink.

Separated from Toshiko Sakai, Donghua returned to her seat. When she saw the oolong tea on the corner of the table, her first reaction was to check the calorie meter. When she found out that it was sugar-free, she was relieved. She unscrewed the bottle cap and held the bottle with a small mouth Drink it in small sips.

Unexpectedly, just after drinking half a bottle, Sakai Toshiko ran over anxiously like a cat whose tail had been stepped on: "Don't!...Huh? Why is yours oolong tea?"

"What happened to the oolong tea?" Dong Hua licked her lips and tilted her head in doubt.

"These two rows of ours are mixed juices - I tasted a kiwi after I finished drinking them! It looks like the content is not low!" Sakai Toshiko looked terrified, she patted her chest and sighed, "Aren't you a kiwi fruit?" Are you allergic? It scared me to death."

"Maybe, someone who doesn't like oolong tea should change it with me," Dong Hua screwed on the bottle cap, "but it's really lucky."

When Donghua woke up, it was already dark outside the window, and the room was lit with soft and non-glare lights, she was stunned for a moment: "Akashi-kun?"

"Are you awake?" Akashi came out of the bathroom in the ward. He took off his suit jacket, revealing a soft woolen vest. As he walked towards her, he said casually, "Look at your washing up yesterday." The supplies seemed to be running out, so I replenished them—all the brands and flavors you are used to."

"Well, thank you." Dong Hua rubbed her stiff neck, leaning on the bed and trying to sit up.

"Let me do it," Akashi Seijuro immediately stepped forward, gently supporting her shoulders and back, and put a few pillows behind her so that she could lean more comfortably.

"Thank you," Dong Hua rolled her eyes apologetically at him, "I've been bothering you."

Akashi raised his eyebrows, and shook his head nonchalantly: "I'm Donghua's fiancé, taking care of you is what I should do, how can I say it's troublesome."

Startled by the overly natural attitude in his words, Donghua took a tight breath, feeling that blood was flowing across her cheeks in an instant, she tilted her head, lowered her eyelids in embarrassment, not daring to watch him heal under the lamp. Dazzling red pupils.

"Dong Hua hasn't eaten tonight?"

"Ah, I won't eat," Dong Hua shook her hand, showing a troubled look, "I don't have an appetite."

"How can this work?" Akashi paused, then turned serious, "Donghua is still recovering, how can I not eat?"

"But, but," when it comes to eating, Donghua seems to suddenly become an anorexic child, and she can only act like a spoiled child to her elders in order to escape the catastrophe, "Those meals are so oily, I feel full just by looking at them... "

"Is it oily?" Akashi immediately frowned.

"It's my problem!" Dong Hua immediately interjected, her eyes wandering, as if a little embarrassed, "It's just that I feel oily today, I don't feel oily yesterday, and I don't know tomorrow, tomorrow..."

"I understand," Akashi laughed dumbly, and reached out to rub her soft blond hair, "I don't have a good appetite today, right? Can I have white porridge? I'll ask someone to prepare it."

"If it's possible," Dong Hua groaned and stretched the ending, cautiously tentatively looked over, "I want to eat soup tofu."

"Of course." Akashi nodded briskly, and immediately took out his phone to send an email.

Dong Hua looked at his drooping red hair, but wondered in a daze, is what happened in her dream real?I guessed it based on reality—after all, what she got for a while was really oolong tea.

She opened her mouth, wanting to ask, but felt a little offended and self-indulgent when the words came to her lips.Donghua frowned and thought seriously for a while, but didn't notice Akashi's eyes that looked over with increasing interest.

He can even remember my usual washing products, Donghua thought, whether he made it or not, it counts as "yes".

When she came back to her senses, Dong Hua met his eyes unexpectedly, and was startled immediately. She opened her eyes wide and trembled suddenly, but she suddenly remembered something: "Akashi-kun."

"Yeah." Akashi smiled slightly.

"You should go back early today," Dong Hua instinctively looked away, her fingers unconsciously twirling her drooping hairy feet, "I slept for a long time, and it took me a long time to fall asleep at night, since you are so busy, don't waste all your time on I'm here."

"Waste?" Akashi raised his eyebrows, "I'm taking care of my fiancée, how can I say it's a waste?"

"But..." Donghua's cheeks were stained with a thin layer of red, and she still bit her lips to convince him.

"By the way, I wanted to discuss this matter with Donghua before." Akashi held her hand, and the red pupils were like perfectly cut gemstones under the light, reflecting a fascinating light.

"………Please say."

"After Donghua is discharged from the hospital, why don't you move to live with me?" Akashi smiled as usual, "It will be easier for me to take care of you."

"..." Dong Hua immediately opened her eyes, tilted her head in confusion, her expression was blank, "Huh?"

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(Note): ——with Yosano Akiko