Stand by me

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He brought a big bag of wine home, and because he was too excited, he didn't read the label on the bottle carefully, took several bottles by mistake, and even got so confused that he bought a box of Liuhuating wine heart candy.When they took out the wine one by one, even he himself couldn't help but laugh.Dad used this time to help him fold the quilt and place it neatly at the head of the bed together with the pillow.

When meeting an old friend in a foreign land, drinking wine is the most comfortable.Nakajima Yuxiang kept adding wine for his father and himself, feeling the refreshing feeling and sweetness of the sake after drinking.How lucky he was to discover this truth in his early twenties.

Seeing his father eating the vinegar-marinated black beans on the plate with a fork, Yuxiang Nakajima felt very interesting. He made up his mind to tease him for a while, and then gave him the chopsticks, so he asked casually: "Dad, what are you doing?" Did you find it here? The street names in Paris are very literary, and many of them are named after the masters of the Renaissance, have you noticed?"

"It was Ryosuke who told me. The day he met you, he called me. This time I went abroad with my passport and visa, and he also helped to handle it."

Nakajima Yuxiang hummed, feeling a little bitter in his heart.

Dad raised his head and drank the wine in the glass, signaling Yuxiang not to add any more, he looked very sincere, and said in a kind and almost begging tone: "Yuxiang, I have one more wish this time, which is I hope you can come back to Tokyo with me. Ryosuke needs an operation, as his family, we should be by his side at this time."

Nakajima Yuxiang was cold all over, and he didn't know how to describe the feeling of pulling his strength away from his body, "What's wrong...is he sick?"

Dad said: "It's Sleeping Beauty Syndrome, the same disease as Yaji."

The suffocation overwhelmed Yuxiang Nakajima, as clear and vague as a drug addiction.He knew he looked a little crazy, walking in hell, that's all.Yuto Nakajima felt himself putting his hands on his chest and begging, but he didn't know if he was praying for Ryosuke Yamada to get through this unharmed, or for himself to survive being torn apart.

Dad shook his hand firmly and said: "Don't be afraid, we should be his pillars. The current medical level has improved a lot compared to three years ago. This operation was requested by Ryosuke on his own initiative. There is a 60.00% chance of success." The success rate, he said he wanted to give it a go.”

Maybe Ryosuke Yamada is right, but Yuto Nakajima doesn't care.There was a crisp click, the glass was broken. "This lunatic! This control freak! Is he supposed to be a big piece of cheese? Is it a fucking diamond? Or do you think the camera should only shoot him? Why does he do what he wants, but tortures others in every possible way?!" He lost control and almost Screamed, if screaming could find a way out, but he couldn't escape.

Dad put his arms around his shoulders and kept saying comforting words beside him. The murmured heavy bass gradually calmed Nakajima Yuxiang a little.He covered his face tightly with his hands, and gasped for a long time before saying, "When did Ryosuke get sick? Is he in the hospital now?"

"The first time I got sick was when I was in my senior year. Not long after Yaji passed away, you went abroad to study again. I really had no choice but to apply to the school to let Ryosuke take a year off from school. He has been hospitalized, first in intensive care. When the situation improved a bit, he was transferred to the Department of Neurology. Dr. Fukuyama forbade him to use mobile phones and watch TV, and all things with radiation could not be used. Ryosuke worked very hard and worked hard that year. He told me that he still There are memories of that time, but I think what can really be conveyed to the brain is only a little fragment of time."

Ryosuke Yamada was suffering, and still is.All Yuxiang Nakajima can do is panting and saying, "My God".