Ke Xue invades the three-dimensional

As soon as Miyano Shiho spoke, Qian Mu noticed that her voice was a little hoarse.

Rock sugar, plus the pears I just bought.

Memories were suddenly inadvertently brought back a little bit.

The specific time must be traced back to more than ten years ago, it is too far away, the faces of the characters have long been deserted, there is no need to revisit the content, as long as you know that there was a "warmth" at that time point, it is enough.

As if the past hadn't affected him in any way, the red-haired young man simply remembered a recipe, then closed the refrigerator calmly, picked another plump and moist pear, and brought it to the kitchen with rock sugar.

He took off his gloves, soaked the pears in a basin and washed them, then picked up a fruit knife and began to peel them. The fear of sharp objects seemed to have left him.

Slowly peel the pears and cut the pear flesh into small pieces.

The pear meat was put into the small ones one by one. After adding three rock sugars, the red-haired young man thought for a while, and added another one.

"When a child is sick, he can't taste the taste. It should be... well, sweeter."

The taste in memory is too weak, so it needs to be sweeter.

"I seem to have forgotten some materials... Oh, yes, tremella, I didn't consider that children will get sick. I haven't prepared these things. I will add them another day."

The red-haired young man was talking to himself, as if he wanted to confirm something, he took a look at the already filled stew pot, his eyes faded for a moment, then he put the stew pot away as if nothing had happened, and turned on a low heat to steam.

If you want to cook the rock sugar pear soup, you need to wait for more than an hour.

The red-haired youth was not in a hurry to go back to the living room to rest, or to go back to the upstairs room to do his own thing.

With a smile on his thin and slightly cool lips, he folded his arms and waited by the stove, when he heard the sound of gurgling and thumping in the stew pot.

He watched the water vapor gradually emerge from the air hole, curling up, and his eyes were blinded after a while.

His thoughts drifted unknowingly, and at this moment when the bright red in his eyes was also softened, he thought of many inexplicably.

Thanks to the people he met one after another, he is at peace now.

Of course, I can only be satisfied with the peaceful life I have and will continue in the future.

He hoped that all this would not change.

He, hopefully, stays here forever—

……

He, hopefully, stays forever—

……

forever?

Stay in this world?

There is still the sound of gurgling coming from the stewing pot, and the water vapor is still full of warmth.

The tranquility in Qianmu's heart and the smile on the corner of his mouth suddenly froze at this moment.

He remembered something.

everything today...

Whether it was meeting Miyano Shiho, taking care of the little girl after returning, talking to Belmode, or suddenly recalling the past and deciding to make a bowl of pear soup with rock sugar for the little girl.

The thoughts in his heart, the actions he takes, all come from his own will, and he will indeed perform the exact same behavior at that moment.

Nowhere is wrong.

Everywhere makes sense.

Everything is normal, he just forgot one detail.

This morning, he had no intention of going out at all.

His thoughts were silently modified.

And this serene feeling of happiness that seemed to melt him at any time—it didn't belong to him.

Qian Mu has never been willing to indulge in unchanging tranquility, what he needs is change, and only by constantly moving forward and fighting hard can he grasp the hope that has always been harsh on him.

The script that had been silent for a long time in his mind quietly changed.

Although only a small addition:

【"Yuan Qianmu" didn't go to the research institute that day, but stayed by Miyano Shiho's side all night, and made a bowl of pear soup with rock sugar for the little girl according to the memories from a long time ago.

He understood the feeling of being with his family, made up for the past obsessions, and realized the tranquility that he once feared and yearned for, and he could never forget the feeling at this moment.

"Yuan Qianmu" returned to Miyano Shiho's bedside with rock sugar pear soup, and wanted to wake her up, but he sat by the bedside and fell asleep unknowingly.

He had a peaceful dream. 】

"..."

"........."

serene?

serene.

From the calm face of the red-haired young man, no emotion can be seen, and it is even more impossible to detect this moment——

What was he thinking at the moment when his eyes turned dead silent.

After a long time.

Neither anger nor disgust seemed to be present.

Qian Mu just raised his left hand and stared at the white and clean wrist.

This piece of skin has not yet been branded with chain marks.

But the sleepiness that would drag him into the endless abyss had already silently wrapped around his body.

Is this the time to dream?

maybe.

It's a pity that he still needs to be awake for a while, and the sweet dream is still avoided.

Qian Mu waited in the kitchen for an hour.

As if he didn't feel tired at all, he stood in the same posture, and occasionally leaned over to lift the lid of the stew pot to check the ripeness of the pears. After all, it was the first time making this soup, and he was not sure about the heat.

The rock sugar Sydney is completely steamed, and the juice soaks the almost melted pear flesh, and the sweet aroma seems to spread throughout the room.

Qian Mu turned off the fire, but did not bring over the small bowl that he took out in advance, and poured the pear soup from the stewing pot into the bowl.

His fingertips lightly touched the edge of the stew pot, as if to test the temperature.

After leaving it for a while, the temperature on the surface of the stew pot has dissipated a lot, but it is still hot.

The fingertips that touched it first felt obvious tingling pain, followed by a burning sensation. This kind of pain almost exceeded the upper limit that ordinary people can bear.

But the red-haired young man seemed to have no feeling at all, so he waited for a few breaths, and when he felt it was just right, he slowly attached his fingertips to the porcelain surface.

Qian Mu chose a spoon of suitable size, dipped it obliquely into the pear soup, and picked up the still hot stewing pot with both hands.

The gloves were left in the kitchen just like that, from turning around to walking up the stairs as usual and returning to Miyano Shiho's room, he never looked back.

Walking carefully along the way, Qianmu's hand was always extremely steady, not letting a drop of soup spill out and splashing on his hand.

"Fortunately."

Sitting next to Miyano Shiho's bed, he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Anyway, it's the first pear soup I made. It's very commemorative and shouldn't be wasted."

The pear soup is still too hot, which can let the little girl sleep for a while, and don't wake her up in a hurry.

Qian Mu quietly sank himself into the darkness.

The drowsiness became more and more intense, the heart rate began to fluctuate, and the breathing gradually became short of breath, just like when he hadn't slept all night, he didn't dare to relive the feeling for the second time after experiencing it once.

This is also the feeling that death can come at any time.

His heart beat against his ribs in a panic, and the bang sound came directly into his mind, like a hand pressing hard on his head, covering his eyes, trying to take important things from the depths of his soul when he was overwhelmed. take away.

The chinaware containing the pear soup was still in his hand, and he held it very tightly, very tightly.

The thing in his hand is like the only fire source he found on a cold and snowy night.

Even though what it returned to him was the burning of flesh and blood, and the merciless searing, he still did not change his face. After reaching into the burning flame, he tightly grasped this group of flames that were equal to life.

The whole body became warm, and Qianmu's eyelids drooped halfway, but they were quickly raised again, and they never drooped again.

He waited for a while, and suddenly thought that Miyano Shiho was sleeping soundly.

——Do you really want to wake her up?

Just arrived in a strange environment, still sick, why not call her, let her continue to sleep...

--Do not.

He is going to wake her up.

——Not too good, let her sleep.

On such a cold day, I still have to be called out suddenly...

--Do not.

He is going to wake her up.

Sorry though.

He had to wake her up.

……

"...Shiho, wake up."

Miyano Shiho was woken up by an unfamiliar voice.

Strangeness—she did feel strange at first, but when her overflowing thoughts came back, she was shocked, and she heard a little familiarity from the strange voice.

It was the voice of the "Guardian". How could it suddenly become so hoarse...

The little girl with brown hair sat up abruptly as if startled, and cast nervous and alienated gazes at the bedside.

But what she saw was completely different from what she imagined.

I don't know when it will dawn.

The white gauze curtains swayed with the wind, and the bright sunlight penetrated into the window, which outlined the warm Phnom Penh of the previous week for the red-haired young man sitting by the window.

The young man held a bowl of reheated pear soup with hands tightly covered by black gloves, and smiled at her.

"Good morning, Shiho, I have prepared...a special breakfast for you, would you like to try it?"