[Comprehensive] Fire Boxer's Little Chef

The sun was warming, shining on the emerald green leaves of the not tall trees in front of the window, and the warm orange sunlight penetrated through the gaps between the leaves, leaving a lot of mottled light and shadow on the ground.

The warm warm wind gently blows the white sunny doll hanging in front of the wooden window through the window lattice, making a crisp sound of "jingle" and "jingle".Near the window was a small single bed, and in front of the window was a pot of unnamed green plants. Under the warm orange sunlight, light shadows were cast along with the sunlight pouring out of the window. A teenager who seemed to be sleeping quietly lying on the single bed.

Sunshine and shadow projected on the young man at the same time. Although they were two very different things, they were harmoniously integrated into one on the young man.

The young man was extremely handsome, and his white face looked very comfortable, but the expression on the young man's face seemed too calm, like a puppet, without any emotional fluctuations.

It was completely different from what a boy of his age should look like.

The boy's breathing sounded steady and regular, and he seemed to be in a deep sleep.

Suddenly, the index finger of the boy's right hand moved. It was a pair of beautiful hands, with neatly manicured nails and well-defined fingers. However, there were many small scars on this hand that seemed inconspicuous. , as if it was cut by something sharp a long time ago.

Wayne had a long dream, which seemed to last forever, and he even doubted that he would spend his whole life in the dream.

Although it was a very long dream, the dream was very fragmented, like scattered fragments, each fragment had a completely different story printed on it, but there seemed to be an inexplicable vague connection between the fragments .

Like a revolving lantern, it flashed in front of my eyes quickly, and disappeared before I could clearly see what happened.

Whenever he tried to touch the fragments of the dreams that were broken into pieces, they would always evaporate in the air like water droplets.

In the end, he still saw nothing.

The slender and slightly curly black eyelashes moved slightly, which was a sign that the boy was about to wake up.

Appearing in sight is the ceiling entwined by a large stretch of green vines. The emerald green leaves hang down softly along the slender brown vines, which makes people feel very comfortable.

"Hohohoho, you've finally woken up. During the past few days you've been unconscious, your friends have upset the old man."

Before Wayne recovered from his long sleep, he heard the voice of a strange old man suddenly appearing beside him.

Looking in the direction of the voice, an old man with his back turned to him, hunched over, and looking very skinny from the back, was sitting on a small chair, as if he was grinding medicine.

From time to time, the sound of stones rubbing against stones could be heard in the air. Wayne slowly got up from the bed. The faint soreness in the muscles of his shoulders and arms made him frowned. He looked around and saw the strange people around him. The environment made him feel a little more vigilant.

"Excuse me, where is this place?"

After thinking about it again and again, Wayne planned to ask him where he was at this time, but he didn't see Ace after looking around, and he didn't know where Ace went.

"This is my home and I'm a doctor."

While grinding the medicine, the old man answered Wayne's question, but he didn't look back at Wayne.

"Don't worry, although I'm not a good person, I'm definitely not a bad person, otherwise I won't treat you."

As if seeing the vigilance in Wayne's heart, the old man turned his back to Wayne with a smile and explained unhurriedly.

"...Thank you for your treatment, that, may I ask, did you bring me back alone?"

Wayne tentatively asked that his illness this time was also unexpected. Although he had more or less experienced illnesses such as colds and fevers in the past, it didn't happen like this time that he passed out directly and had a relapse. Pass.

He remembered that it seemed that Ace supported him in the end, but he didn't see Ace at this time. Although he knew that Ace was not the kind of person who left him alone, but Ace was not by his side, Wayne always It feels a little weird, and there seems to be a little empty feeling inside.

"How can I, a bad old man who is about to step into the grave with one foot, have the strength to move you back from such a far away place? It was your friend who brought you to me. Speaking of that young man, he is really lucky, my place is not something anyone can find just by looking for it."

The old man finally turned his head, with an obvious smile on his wrinkled face, with many deep and shallow wrinkles accumulated.

"And your friend is really nice. During the past few days when you were sick, he was always by your side to take care of you. Although he caused me a lot of trouble in vain, but your illness can recover so quickly. Most of it is due to him. If you two don't look alike at all, I suspect that you two are brothers."

The old man's tone was full of approval, and he appreciated Ace's behavior very much.

After hearing what the old man said, Wayne was silent for a long time. It was impossible not to be moved. He had always thought that Ace was the kind of careless person who couldn't take care of himself, not to mention taking care of others. One day, if he can take good care of himself, avoid causing troubles everywhere, and eat the overlord's meal, Wayne feels that this is already an incredible miracle.

But this time, I heard the old man say that during his illness, Ace was always taking care of him. In addition to being surprised and moved, there seemed to be a hazy feeling that he didn't know himself, like being hit by a small stone. On the surface of the water, waves of small ripples gradually rippled in the heart.

The inexplicable strange emotion in the deepest part of my heart, which seems to be tightly surrounded by layers of silkworm cocoons, seems to be gradually falling off and has a tendency to germinate.

"By the way, what is the relationship between you two?"

The old man asked with some doubts.

"We're partners."

In the afternoon, the warm golden sunlight scrambled through the window lattice and sprinkled into the small room, covering the white sheets of the small bed next to the bed with a layer of warm light gold, and a few beams of restless sunlight sprinkled on the bed. On the side of Wayne, against the sunlight, the originally expressionless and indifferent face looked unexpectedly soft at this moment.

The corners of his mouth curled into an arc that was neither deep nor shallow, and Wayne looked directly at the old man's wrinkled face, and said so.

How could he conceal the involuntary curvature of his mouth for this kind of indescribable joy.

"Old man, I'm back, you see I made no mistake this time."

A voice full of vigor and vitality sounded outside the house, and accompanied by the sound of something hitting the ground with a "bang", the old man who was standing in front of Wayne suddenly had a helpless expression on his face, and he walked away in two or three steps. ran out.

Within a few seconds, Wayne, who was sitting by the bed, heard some speechless voices from the old man coming into the house from outside.

"How many times have I told you that what I want is snow blue grass, not winter chrysanthemum, the two plants are obviously completely different, why can you still admit it, and didn't I say, I Just one is enough, don't pull out so many bundles for me!"

"No, I was just thinking, if you pull more, there will always be that snow chrysanthemum."

"It's snow blue grass, not snow chrysanthemum grass, remember the name well for me."

Ace's natural answer was in stark contrast to the old man's exasperated tone, and Wayne, who was sitting in the room, suddenly had the urge to laugh.

Rubbing his swollen temples, Wayne got off the bed and stood up. His steps were still a little sloppy, and his head still felt dizzy, but overall he was much better than when he was sick.

The doctor said that it was because he was drifting at sea for a long time, he was not used to it, and he was a little bit cold before, so he suddenly fell down.

This is the so-called illness coming like a mountain.

Wayne looked around the small room covered with green vines, thinking thoughtfully.

Walking to the door, Wayne leaned against the door frame, quietly watching the interaction between the doctor and Ace at the door, without making a sound.

Ace was still bare-chested, and there was a bunch of unknown plants piled up next to him. He probably walked too fast on the way back, and his bare upper body was sweating a lot, blooming under the sun. shine.

Suddenly, Wayne felt that the emptiness in his heart seemed to be filled by something, and it was no longer the feeling of emptiness. A kind of flame-like warmth gradually overflowed his heart from the originally vacant place. From the inside out, gradually warm the whole body.

"Ah, Wayne!"

As if aware of Wayne's gaze, Ace turned his gaze to the door and saw Wayne leaning against the door frame. Without even thinking about it, he left the old doctor who was still lecturing him, and ran in two steps. Go to Wayne and hug him.

The sticky sweat penetrated Ace's chest and directly soaked the white shirt on Wayne's body. Wayne, who was caught off guard by Ace's sudden bear hug, even breathed the smell of sweat.

Wayne, who was a little cleanliness, couldn't stand it and was about to push Ace away, but he hugged him even tighter, as if trying to strangle him, making Wayne feel a little breathless. And some pain.

"It's good to wake you up."

Wayne heard Ace leaning on his shoulder, whispering softly as if talking to himself.

Slowly lowering the right hand that was about to push Ace away, Wayne hesitated for a while, put his hand on Ace's short black hair, touched it gently, and said softly in this usual calm voice:

"I'm awake, thank you, Ace."

Thank you for taking care of me in every possible way, thank you for not leaving me halfway, thank you for being my partner, thank you...

The afternoon sun was warm but not dazzling. Through the gaps in the emerald green leaves, the mottled spots on the ground were shattered generously, and it sprinkled on the two young people hugging each other at the door, forming a very soft scenery.

The old doctor, who had been ignored for a long time, looked at the two of them, shook his head helplessly, looked down at the little black cat curled up at his feet and was sleeping soundly, couldn't help smiling, and sighed softly:

"It's nice to be young."