[Net King] Imai Hospital 300 days

260th day of admission

If the flame burns too hot, it will die out.

But human emotions are different.

Yukimura was sitting cross-legged on the soft sofa with a book in his hands, and the hair of the kite blue was messed up.

The ward is always so quiet, but the sunlight outside the window and the cheerful birdsong are full of vitality.

Atobe came in from the door, sat beside Yukimura, and kissed him lightly on the cheek.

Yukimura gave him a sideways look and smiled.

"Could it be that the book in your hand is more interesting than this uncle, huh?" The deep magnetic voice disrupted the broken hair beside his ears with hot breath, but Yukimura just turned a page lightly, the corners of his mouth still hanging With a signature smile.

The maid knocked lightly on the door, and after getting the master's permission, she walked in from the door.

Yukimura straightened his body, his eyes stayed on the exquisite food on the gorgeous dining car that pushed in.

"Morning dishes include: tuna salad, cheese crisps, onion and beef bisque... Dessert has mango mousse..."

Before the maid could finish speaking, Atobe interrupted.

"Go out."

The cold tone is not offensive.The maid nodded, and said respectfully: "Yes, Master Atobe." Then she walked out of the door and closed it by the way.

Yukimura calmly put on a napkin and took out the knives, forks, spoons and plates from the dining car.Just as he was putting the tuna salad into his mouth with great interest, a figure suddenly appeared next to him and snatched away the delicious salad.

"Here's my breakfast, Seichi, yours is below."

Atobe said, pointing to the bottom of the dining car with an undiminished smile.

Yukimura didn't answer, and quietly reached out to the bottom of the dining car - a bowl of steaming hot porridge.

"This is your breakfast." Atobe said with a smile while putting the cheese crisp into his mouth.

Yukimura pursed his lips.

So Atobe stopped joking and took out a special insulated box from the middle of the dining car.

Taking off the lid and taking out the first layer - a plate of green vegetables, Yukimura frowned.On the second floor, there was a steamed fish, Yukimura frowned slightly.Then on the third floor - a basket of assorted steamed stuffed buns, a basket of shrimp dumplings, Yukimura's brows completely relaxed.

Breakfast time flies by.

It was already eight o'clock when I got up, and after breakfast, it was past nine o'clock.

Yukimura read the newspaper for a while, feeling a little bored, then flipped through the collection of paintings and novels in the small bookcase next to him, and finally read a small volume of Kawabata Yasunari.

Lunch is still carried out on the sofa.

At noon, the Atobu went out to deal with some business, so Yukimura was alone.

During lunch break, Yukimura lay on the bed and got ready for bed.

The old butler looked at him kindly: "Master Yukimura, take a nap for an hour, and at two o'clock in the afternoon, I will come to wake you up."

"Okay." Yukimura nodded and closed his eyes securely.

The old butler tucked the quilt for him, and then left quietly.

The afternoon sun was brighter.

Yukimura slept for an hour and a half without waiting for the old housekeeper to wake him up, and saw Atobe sitting by the bed as soon as he woke up.

"Good afternoon." Atobe kissed Yukimura's forehead lightly.

"Good afternoon." Yukimura's voice was dry and hoarse, with the tiredness after a deep sleep.

"Let's go somewhere together in the afternoon," Atobe said.

Yukimura nodded, lifted the quilt, and his bare|bare feet landed on the furry carpet.

Before he could stand up, he flew into the air for a while, and subconsciously blocked Atobe's neck with his right hand.

"It's so light." He heard Atobe mutter a few words softly.

Go through the long corridor, go up the stairs, and come to the more spacious and bright sun room.

This is Atobe's private domain.

The servants only nodded quietly when they saw them, and did not dare to follow them upstairs.

Atobe put Yukimura on the soft couch, then walked to a corner of the room, and suddenly lifted the dusty curtain.

The bright sunlight shining through the floor-to-ceiling windows made Atobu's hair glisten like gold.

Then he sat down quietly.

"This is..." Before Yukimura could react, he heard cheerful notes jumping on Atobe's fingertips.

Yukimura couldn't help supporting the piano chair with his hands, wanting to get closer to Atobe.

He stood up and sat next to Atobe.

"Do you like it?" Atobe turned his head to look at Yukimura and smiled. "This is a unique recital that belongs only to you—my uncle himself."

Yukimura raised the corner of his mouth and reached out to caress Atobe's cheek.

——Time, it would be great if it could be slower, slower.

I really want to stay in this moment forever.

.....................

Opening his eyes suddenly, Yukimura glanced blankly at the familiar room around him.

... a hospital?

He covered his forehead, feeling groggy, turned his face to one side, and smiled.

——The bouquet of red roses on the bedside is so brightly blooming.

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☆, the 270th day of admission