[Net King] Imai Hospital 300 days

120th day of admission

The sweetest honey numbs the palate, but less passionate love lasts long.

On a warm winter morning, the sun is still warm enough to make you drowsily magical.

Yukimura stood in front of the window, plugged in his earphones, closed his eyes, and quietly bathed in the morning light.

The deep, sexy but somewhat tired and hoarse voice slowly flowed into the ears and submerged into the heart.

He read:

"From fairest creatures we desire increase

That there by beauty' rose might never die

Butas the ripers should by time decrease

Histender heir might bear his memory

Butthou, contracted to thine own bright eyes

Feed 'stthylight' stflame with self-substantial fuel

Making afamines everywhere abundancelies

Thyselfthyfoe, tothysweetselftoocruel”

That touching male voice lingered in my ears and lingered in my heart for a long time.Yukimura opened his eyes, and the weakness that was not easily noticed by others disappeared, and he sank into the bottom of his heart with the confession he sang softly.

On the day when he woke up after the operation, when Yukimura woke up from a coma wearing an oxygen mask, many things flooded his mind instantly, the life that fast-forwards like a movie, the kind of life with the god of death He still has a lingering fear of passing by, but he still can't forget it.

Close your eyes as if you are still walking in that endless corridor.

Yukimura silently clenched the fist of his left hand, and gently placed his right hand on his chest, the warm touch and the rhythm of the beating were so clear.Suddenly, his depression dissipated.

There is nothing better than being alive.

Yukimura told himself so.

So he accepted the result of the failed operation with such silent resistance, and stood up again with difficulty step by step in the eyes of everyone who was either dissimilar or worried.

Yukimura Seiichi has family and friends.

He cared too much, so he couldn't let go easily.Because I worry too much, I can't let go easily.

But Keigo Atobe said, "I will always be by your side."

Yukimura Seiichi believed him.

The screen of the phone is still on, and a series of audio sharing from Keigo Atobe on the TOUCH list is still being uploaded.

Yukimura pursed his lips lightly. He could almost imagine that Atobe lightly rubbed his brows to relieve his fatigue while recording these poem audios word by word in the middle of the night when everyone else had already slept soundly.

If one day, Yukimura Seiichi cannot read or write.

That is, Jingwu became his hand and his eyes.

This is his promise.

The heavy and full of emotions filled his heart, Yukimura grabbed his lapel and sighed helplessly: "Such a willful style. Keigo Atobe, you really will always be so unreasonable."

He sighed, but raised the corners of his mouth.

The leisure time of listening to books in the morning is always short.

A week after the operation, Yukimura entered the rehabilitation course again to prepare for the second operation.His condition was not satisfactory, but Dr. Smith seemed confident.

"Dr. Tono, Yukimura-kun is the most persistent patient I've ever seen." Dr. Smith looked at Dr. Tono, "You know what that means."

"I understand what you mean." Dr. Tono nodded.

Dr. Smith raised the corners of his lips: "We have already failed with Yukimura-kun once, but I believe there will be no second time."

"You're right." Dr. Tono also showed a relieved smile.

The sweaty Yukimura collapsed on the ground on his back, his sweaty clothes were tightly fitted to his slender body, outlining the thin lines.

Some muffled footsteps came from outside the window.

Yukimura half sat up and looked out the window, Kawachi's tall and burly figure unexpectedly appeared in front of him.

"Hakachi, long time no see." Yukimura smiled and looked at Huachi who was setting the tableware, "I'm sorry to trouble you today."

Huachi shook his head, his simple and honest face looked calm and reliable: "It is also my hope to see the healthy Yukimura-senpai earlier."

"It's a pity." Yukimura shook his head, "Not now....Speaking of which, this is the first time I've heard Kawachi say such a long sentence."

Birch raised her head and remained silent.

Yukimura smiled, picked up the chopsticks and began to taste the food, chatting with Huadi without saying a word.Most of the topics still revolved around Atobe, although Kawachi would simply answer "wushi" most of the time.He told Yukimura without hesitation about the recent work arrangement of the Abube. The busy schedule was so complicated that Yukimura looked at the phone screen with more complicated eyes.

After enjoying the delicious lunch, Huadi carried a big tennis bag on his back, put the lunch box into the cloth bag he brought, and prepared to leave.

Yukimura didn't hold back too much, and simply said goodbye to Huadi and returned to his ward.

The ward is not very big, but when Yukimura is alone here, he can't help but feel that it is empty and lonely.

Yukimura stared at the photos on the table in a daze, and his fingertips rested on the corners of the smiling teenager's lips in the photos.He tried to raise the corners of his mouth, wanting to experience the joy and joy that was so clear at that time.But no matter how the corners of the mouth are raised, the smile is half bitter, like overcooked caramel, the bitter taste is unbearable even for gourmets who love sweets.

The phone rings.

Yukimura answered the phone without thinking.

"Jingshi."

Yukimura's brows and eyes instantly softened three points.

"Have you received the audio file I sent you?" Atobe cut to the chase with the first sentence.

"Actually, I was still listening to the call one second before it came in." Yukimura laughed.

"Let's be intoxicated by my lord's gorgeous voice."

"Indeed." Yukimura said without hesitation. "But Xiao Jing, compared to this, I hope you can rest well."

"My uncle just took some spare time to record, and it didn't take much effort at all."

Atobe coughed twice as he spoke, and his hoarse guttural voice betrayed him.

Yukimura frowned slightly, Atobe on the other end of the phone didn't know that he was hesitant to speak at this time.

Words choked in his throat, but he didn't say it in the end.

After closing the door, Yukimura leaned against the door, bowing his head in thought.

The author has something to say: a belated chapter

☆, the 130th day of admission