[Black Basket] The medicine cannot be stopped

early morning.

Although when I fell asleep last night, I still thought "Oh, I must wake up earlier than Mr. S so that he can see my messy hair and saliva when I wake up", but when I woke up, there was still nothing around me. Alone.

I occupied the entire bed in a big shape, the quilt rolled to the foot of the bed, one pillow was under my waist, and the other was thrown on the ground.

"……………………"

It's hard to imagine Mr. S's expression when he saw this picture in the morning.

Sure enough, Mr. S got up early as usual, and was typing twice on his notebook while drinking coffee while reading the newspaper.

The warm breakfast lay on the dining table, quietly waiting for my incompetent hostess to be slaughtered.

"Good morning qvq."

I tried to reduce my guilty conscience with words close to the people, but Mr. S retaliated sharply.He reached out to reveal the metal watch on his wrist, glanced at it before answering me.

"To be precise, it should be good morning. ... In addition, you have 10 minutes to have breakfast. If the time is not settled, I will go out alone."

"Eh—? Where are you going?"

I seized the time to bite a piece of toast and asked vaguely in my mouth, and immediately got Mr. S's eyes of disapproval.But at this moment, there are so many things I care about, which is more important, the image or going out with Mr. S?

Well, anyway, I have no image to speak of...

"I have carefully studied the travel notes you wrote, and found several important places in it."

Mr. S pushed a piece of paper from the coffee table next to him, and on it was unexpected handsome handwriting.

"Start here today."

At the top of Mr. S's finger is the university that we are said to have attended together.

Although I have heard of the name of this university, and I have browsed pictures on many websites, but this is the first time for a field trip.I have to admit that whether it is the environment and scenery in early spring, the humanistic atmosphere full of history, or the younger generations in it, I am so excited that I can't help myself.

——Thinking that I have studied here for four years and still fall in love with Mr. S, I suddenly feel like my whole body starts to shine.

I jumped up and down happily for a while, thought for a while and took out my phone from my pocket, asking Mr. S to take a photo for me.

"...You obviously took a lot of photos, and the graduation photos are also taken here."

The implication of Mr. S is to stop doing such meaningless things.

But I am not.

"What's the difference! One is me ten years later, and the other is me ten years ago... Besides, I haven't taken a photo since I graduated, right? Even if it's a commemoration, I must keep a copy. "

I think I'm getting bolder.

After brazenly asking Mr. S to take two pictures for me, I grabbed his sleeve as he was about to leave, saying why don't we take a photo together.

Mr. S squinted his eyes and stared at me, exuding an aura that was definitely not pleasant.

"Don't be nervous, it's just one photo... Wouldn't it be okay to use it as a retrospective of the place of love?"

I pretended to be pitiful and shook Mr. S's sleeve.

"Mr. S hasn't been back since graduation, right? It's a great opportunity to be with me this time, hurry up and take a souvenir!"

The moment Mr. S finally nodded, I ran out like a rabbit, and quickly found a passerby A who happened to be passing by, and asked him to help take a group photo.

Handing the phone to the other party, I ran back to Mr. S. With the experience of last night, I boldly took Mr. S's arm.Fortunately Mr. S didn't slap me, I was secretly thankful, and then sneaked a little closer.

On the contrary, anyway, if you don’t take advantage of it, you don’t take advantage of it!

"Ready? One, two... three!"

Passerby A's voice came from afar, and with a click, the "Love Commemoration" between Mr. S and I was completed.

Before we could let go, he immediately beckoned us to stay where we were.

"How about another one? Don't move yet?"

Oh oh oh oh oh oh--!

It is indeed a good helper I found!He even knew exactly what was in my heart!

In this case, there is no way Mr. S can refuse it, hehehe.

I complacently maintained the original posture, and at the same time that passer-by A said "three", I leaned my head on Mr. S's shoulder with lightning speed and jingle bells.

Oh yeah!

I silently made a victory gesture to myself in my heart.

"Thank you very much!"

I expressed my sincere thanks and took the phone with both hands. Now there are very important photos hidden in it!

"You're welcome."

Passerby A smiled at me.

"You and your boyfriend are a perfect match?"

Oops >///<.

I waved goodbye to him shyly, and threw myself on Mr. S as soon as I turned around, showing off proudly.

"Did you hear that?! He said we are a good match? What do you think?...It seems that I am not bad!"

I triumphantly turned to the photo I just took on my phone, and judged my appearance.

"Although it's a little weaker than you...but it's only a little? It's still in the category of perfect match?"

I didn't hear Mr. S's answer for a long time. I turned my head and saw that he had strode forward...

=_=.

...Can't you just listen to your wife carefully!God bother!

Under the leadership of Mr. S, I visited Mr. S’s classrooms and dormitories. I have to admit that Mr. S’s majors are all elite... Although today is the weekend, there are still quite a few people who are consciously studying. Judging by his temperament, he belongs to the same planet as Mr. S.

In comparison, I feel a bit like a takeaway girl who went to the wrong set...

The little girl wiped off her sweat, then quietly slipped into Mr. S's former dormitory relying on her huge but flexible body this time.Although Mr. S lives off-campus, it is said that the dormitory must be kept, and sometimes he will live in the dormitory if he is too busy with his studies.

But even though the room they lived in had changed, some things remained.

—For example, the guestbook hanging on the door.

It looks like it was left over from many years ago, because no one is using it, so there are still many blank pages left, hanging nicely on the door frame.

I couldn't help but look through it, trying to find Mr. S's name in it.

"I had curry with my girlfriend today, it was delicious☆"

"We won the game with my brother, remember today!"

"Graduation, goodbye friends..."

……

I have to say that there are indeed many, many things recorded in it, and everyone's handwriting is there, but I don't see the ones I am familiar with.I can't help but want to sigh a little, although I know it's impossible, but why can't Mr. S also write a message?

Something similar to "Today I ate soup tofu with my girlfriend, it was super delicious (scissors)" is fine!

I flipped through bit by bit, and just when I was about to give up, I suddenly saw a familiar handwriting.

"It's been a long time since I came here. It feels like many years ago when I came alone today, but the person inside is not the person I was waiting for^q^.

Goodbye Mr. S. "

I stared blankly at this message, not knowing whether to cheer for my handwriting that has not improved in the past ten years, or mourn for the fact that the code name for the person I like has never changed in the past ten years.

I'm... really a long-term person.