[Net King] Imai Hospital 300 days

Day 210 of admission

The rain in spring is pattering non-stop.

The baptism of the last rain in late spring has dyed the steel and concrete Tokyo and even the sky the same color.

The impetuous atmosphere and the hustle and bustle of human voices are no different from most cities in the world.

Yukimura stood in front of the window, feeling the cool breath of the spring rain, and the turbid air in his lungs did not feel washed away.The dim room was dark, and the loneliness was a little eerie.

Probably, he thought, there would be no visitors today.

…until the wet Buer walked into his room in embarrassment.

That look was too bad.

Yukimura couldn't help laughing.

It's not a sarcasm, but it's really amazing to see a genius who is always calm and breezy so unexpectedly downcast, and such a scene is even more rare in ten years.

"Why don't you bring an umbrella?" Yukimura asked while kneeling on the bed and rubbing Fuji's hair gently with a towel, with a touch of reproach.

"I don't know." Fuji still had the same crooked brows and eyes, despite his downfall.

Yukimura remained silent, his sensitive and delicate mind had already guessed who all this was related to.

As long as that person is involved, Buer will always talk about him.That is the only restricted area.Yukimura never tried to trample, or even visit.

"Today, I played a game with that interesting junior."

To Yukimura's surprise, Fuji was the one who spoke first.

But he knew that all he needed was a listener.

"Although the game was interrupted by the heavy rain, I did feel the terrible pressure brought by that child." Bu Erwei raised his head and opened his ice blue eyes, "You heard me right, if you let me To describe it, I would say, it was a horrible game."

"horrible?"

"He's growing up every moment." Fuji's face wasn't frightened, but excited. "The sense of urgency that someone is chasing closely, as if they will be surpassed in the next second, is really the first time in my life."

Yukimura blinked.

"you like him."

A simple statement.

Bu Er almost threw out the cup of warm green tea in his hand.

"Ahem, what did you say?"

Yukimura smiled without saying a word.

Bu Er bent his lips: "I saw the light in his eyes. It was brighter than I had ever seen before."

Yukimura instantly realized who the "he" in Fuji's mouth was by virtue of his anxious style of painting.

"Only such a child can get his blue eyes, even a little bit more, a little bit more attention." Fuer turned his back to Yukimura, not letting Yukimura see his expression.

No trace of distress.

There is no embarrassment.

But he was not relieved.

Every secret love that ends without a cause always has such an unspeakable reason behind it.

Buer is proud, so he never said it.

But he is also humble, and would rather taste the bitter fruit alone than expose the real lies as sweet as honey.

"But you're not like that."

Yukimura sighed.

"Yes, I'm not like that." Fuji's voice lowered, and finally he almost mumbled to himself, "That's... the pillar of Qingxue that he chose with his own hands."

Yukimura sighed softly.

He looked at the mobile phone on the table, and Atobe's face appeared on the vibrating mobile screen.

The corners of Yukimura's mouth curled up involuntarily, he turned around and opened the drawer of the bedside table, took out a certain amount of pills and drank it with warm water.

Fuji's eyes were silent, but when he looked at Yukimura, his face turned into a smile: "Does your Xiaojing know that the alarm clock is so punctual?"

Yukimura laughed off the good-natured teasing.

"Well, maybe, I think so."

Fuji stared at Yukimura, turned his head for a long time, and fell on his back on Yukimura's bed, looking at the ceiling.

"Hey, Seiichi, with Atobe, you will never feel tired." Even if your health is getting worse, as long as Atobe is by your side, I have never seen you look discouraged.He gave you so much hope, so much... (Love)

Bu Er suddenly felt a little jealous, that kind of unspoken - tacit understanding.

"Zhou Zhu, you will find your own answer." Yukimura's gentle gaze was like a pool of spring water, calmly staring at Fuji.

Bu Er chuckled twice: "Probably, maybe one day."

—I'll find it.

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☆, the 210th day of admission