Autumn famous mountain bike god is reborn

"Huh? Big Brother isn't here."

Keisuke Takahashi scratched his hair in confusion, and closed the door of the empty study again.

He looked at the big clock hanging in the corridor: "It's already two o'clock in the morning..."

Although I know that my eldest brother went on a date with that guy, but the previous few times, he returned home around eleven o'clock in the evening.

Could it be that there was an accident on the road?

Having experienced Takumi Fujiwara's mess - the FC who had the audacity to deceive his elder brother, and secretly went to Hakone to fight a duel with a lunatic who hated his elder brother - Keisuke Takahashi frowned, and decided to meddle in his own business for a while .

Without thinking, he directly called his elder brother's mobile phone, but after a long wait, no one answered.

--Oops.

His heart sank suddenly.

Call Fujiwara Takumi again, and sure enough, that guy didn't answer the phone either.

Takahashi Keisuke's complexion suddenly became even uglier.

Is something really wrong? !

Unable to find two key people, he could only dial the phone to Nakamura Kenta, who was usually still practicing on Mount Akagi at this point in time, and got the answer of 'I haven't seen them in Akagi tonight'.

He called again to wake up Shi Hao and Matsumoto who had just fallen asleep, and confirmed the fact that the eldest brother had not contacted them either.

"What are you doing, it's too worrying."

Takahashi Keisuke sat cross-legged on the ground irritably, and called his elder brother's cell phone again.

After he waited patiently for more than 30 seconds, thinking that there was no one answering again, and was about to hang up, the phone was picked up suddenly.

"Hey?"

A slightly hoarse voice came from there dimly.

Because the voice was very soft, and it was just a short word, and Keisuke Takahashi was in a state of extreme worry. At the moment when his mood suddenly relaxed, he did not recognize the owner of the voice.

"What, big brother!" Takahashi Keisuke threw down his complaints: "Don't lose contact suddenly! Why haven't you—"

"Mr. Keisuke?"

The voice is still hoarse, like the state of a drunk person after yelling for a long time, not at all soft and transparent as usual.

But for Takahashi Ryosuke, a team member and old enemy (self-proclaimed) who is very familiar with Fujiwara Takumi, it is enough to confirm who he is.

Takahashi Keisuke's words came to an abrupt end.

...Why is the person on the other end of the phone Takumi?

He moved the phone away suspiciously, and glanced at the number displayed on the screen.

After reading it three or four times, he finally confirmed that it was not because of a short circuit in his brain that he dialed the wrong number, but——

"Hello." He swallowed stiffly, only feeling a sense of numbness running up his spine, making him feel chilly all over his body: "Why did you answer my brother's phone..."

"Ah, I'm sorry." Fujiwara Takumi tried to clear his throat, but he could still hear him struggling to speak: "Mr. Ryosuke turned on the silent mode, but the phone screen is always on..." His own phone was forgotten last night Charging, it's dead.

"what."

The more Takahashi Keisuke listened, the colder he felt, and his eyelids began to twitch wildly, so he had to interrupt him.

However, the tone of voice dropped by nearly eight degrees from the original aggressiveness, and became sneaky: "Then, uh, where is my brother? Where is he now?"

The answer that made the former bosozoku boss almost explode on the spot, came over the next moment: "Mr. Ryosuke is still taking a bath—"

OK.

"Fujiwara Takumi."

Keisuke Takahashi, who had fully understood the situation, interrupted him again without hesitation.

He said decisively and swiftly, "Don't tell Big Brother that I called!"

Unaware that Keisuke-san already understood everything, Takumi said, "Huh?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Takahashi Keisuke cut off the communication cleanly, and fled back to his room to cover up.

Who knows why he should meddle in his own business.

Having said that, if he remembered correctly, the two had been dating for more than a month.His big brother who is omnipotent and has a super brain, really couldn't help but ate the natural black rabbit completely.

Keisuke Takahashi narrowed his eyes slightly, stared at the ceiling in the dark for a long time, and let out a silent "tss".

Takumi Fujiwara, who took the initiative to invite, was indeed eaten up by his lover tenderly.

He has just been taken to the bathtub by the navigator, and he has carefully washed his clothes. Now he is lying on a soft bed in a comfortable air-conditioned room, listening to the sound of the shower... completely in a daze state .

If the phone screen on the bedside table was not constantly on, he probably wouldn't have noticed.

Don't tell Mr. Ryosuke?

Fujiwara Takumi stared at the phone dully for a while, then put it back obediently.

Then he curled up again under the thin air-conditioned quilt, and slowly adjusted the sleeping position of his body, which was full of soreness, until he fell into a deep sleep.

When he woke up again, it was almost noon the next day.

As soon as he opened his eyes in sleepiness, he met those gentle dark blue eyes. After half a minute of stupor, he recalled what happened last night.

...and the troublesome situation of being wrapped in the arms of the other party.

"That, that," obviously the most intimate thing had happened, Fujiwara Takumi's face suddenly turned red, and he said at a loss: "I woke up."

"Ah."

The handsome navigator naturally folded his left arm and kissed him tenderly in the most convenient way: "Good morning, Takumi."

From waking up to washing up, getting changed, and finishing the lunch ordered through room service... at least five kisses were exchanged.

Perhaps it was gradually getting used to it and digesting what happened last night.

Takumi's face was flushed, but the heat on his face finally faded away.

"Would you like to stay another night?"

Takahashi Ryosuke stroked his soft forehead gently, and asked in a low voice: "I'm going to renew the room."

"No need," Fujiwara Takumi quickly shook his head: "I have already asked my dad to help deliver the goods for an extra day, and I have to go back to deliver the goods tonight anyway."

"If it's just delivery," Ryosuke Takahashi said naturally, "Keisuke can help."

"It's really unnecessary." Fujiwara Takumi said embarrassedly: "If you don't return home for two consecutive nights...you will definitely be laughed at by your father for a long time."

Takahashi Ryosuke smiled.

After a brief silence, he lowered his eyes slightly and asked, "Regarding this, will Takumi allow me to explain our relationship to my father?"

After hearing Mr. Ryosuke call his stinky dad 'Father' in a most calm tone, Fujiwara Takumi digested it for a full minute before nodding quickly.

indeed.

It's fine to keep it from other people, but if it's my father who has experienced so many storms, he will definitely not be frightened by this incident.

Maybe he would only raise his eyebrows, say "oh", and continue to watch his TV leisurely.

"Thank you very much."

The dark blue eyes seemed to be filled with a smile at that moment.

Another light but sweet kiss landed on his lips.

It's incredible.

On the way home, Fujiwara Takumi couldn't help thinking.

Obviously because he is not feeling well yet, so he doesn't have frequent conversations, but even with such silence, he feels very comfortable and at ease.

After doing the most intimate thing... As expected, I can clearly and clearly feel that the relationship between the two is different.

When he returned to the gate of Fujiwara Tofu Shop, Takahashi Ryosuke parked the car at a convenient location, and walked in together holding Takumi's hand without any trace.

Fujiwara Bunta was still smoking at the door with a blank expression as usual,

The squinted eyes, who couldn't see the expression clearly at all, only followed the slight movement of the face, facing the two of them who came back from the beach until the next afternoon.

"...Come in first."

He pinched his cigarette vigorously, talked sullenly, and walked into the hall first.

The silly son was immediately rushed up to the second floor by the secretly annoyed father, and the doors and windows were closed tightly, obviously to prevent him from eavesdropping.

After three full hours, Fujiwara Takumi, who was fidgeting in the room, heard the sound of FC's engine being started.

He quickly opened the window and looked down.

As if sensing something, the people in the cab just raised their eyes at this moment.

The moment their eyes met, Takahashi Ryosuke smiled.

After gesturing to hold the mobile phone to the bright-eyed Takumi, he drove away under the watchful eyes of the tofu shop owner.

"Come out."

Fujiwara Bunta walked up to the second floor and said to the closed door angrily.

"Dad."

Because Fujiwara Bunta's reaction was much bigger than he had imagined, Fujiwara Takumi couldn't help being embarrassed: "Sorry, I thought you wouldn't care too much about this, so I didn't tell you from the beginning."

Fumta Fujiwara frowned slightly, and did not answer this stupid question, but asked in an unrecognizable tone of joy and anger after a while of silence: "Have you already decided?"

"Ah."

Fujiwara Takumi touched his head in embarrassment, and said slowly: "Even I myself have never thought that I would like someone so much."

He really, really likes Mr. Ryosuke.

From the day he confirmed the relationship, he made a decision: no matter Mr. Ryosuke as the navigator or Mr. Ryosuke as the lover, he wants to possess alone forever.

He looked at the silent father seriously, and said firmly: "I want to spend the rest of my life in the direction he leads. There will never be another person like Mr. Ryosuke in the world."

Fujiwara Bunta's brows became tighter and tighter.

This guy Takumi doesn't know, but what he knows is—"I want to use the rest of my life to move in the direction he guides"... Only half an hour ago, he heard the words of the person who owns Mo Lan. The young man with perverted eyes said it once in an extremely sincere tone.

He subconsciously groped into his trouser pocket, and obviously found a cigarette and a lighter, but gave up taking them out the next moment.

"Tsk."

He scratched his chin, turned around suddenly, and went downstairs slowly: "I said a long time ago that you are an adult."

"Whether it's an 18-year-old fool, or this fool who dares to call himself a 28-year-old..."

Bunta Fujiwara, who turned his back to his son's burning eyes, coughed uncomfortably: "You can freely choose what you want to do. Whether it's a tofu shop, a professional racing car, or a truck driver... as long as you I’m probably happy to be able to do something that I didn’t do before.”

"Falling in love with my navigator is still a man," Fumta Fujiwara said impatiently, with the corners of his mouth twitching slightly, "It's something I couldn't do at the beginning."

Fujiwara Takumi squatted down in embarrassment: "Dad."

Seeing Bunta Fujiwara turned his back to him, he waved his hands in displeasure: "——Just do as you like."