[Black Basket] The medicine cannot be stopped

From a more professional point of view, although it can be called a kiss in general, there is still an essential difference between "kiss" and "kiss".

A kiss is just the touch of the lips, a kiss represents something deeper... like sticking your tongue in.

For example, the first time between Mr. S and I, that is, the time I took the initiative, should be called kissing.

This time, that is, the time he took the initiative, is a serious kiss.

... So, why do I have to explain this matter so seriously here?

I don’t know how long we kissed. To be honest, it’s very difficult to grasp the time, because I’ve been thinking wildly, and my whole mind is so crowded that I can’t let go of such trivial things as calculations.

All in all, when we parted, I actually couldn't tell whether I was sorry or relieved.

Then pretty soon, I realized I had to bring it up again.

With what we can still call an "ambiguous" posture, Mr. S asked me a question again with a straight ball.

"The reaction is green and you have no strength to resist. Is this your first kiss?"

I froze, not knowing how to respond to this question.

But obviously, he doesn't need me to answer, because he already has his own answer. What Mr. S needs to do is to continue to ask along the answer.

"My wife and I have been married for several years, just kissing, it is impossible to have such a reaction," he stated the facts in a very calm tone, his eyes caught mine, "you are not her."

He came to this conclusion again.

...To be honest, I don't think this rhythm seems right?

How should I put it, is the logic of this dream a bit too normal?Can you even judge that my heart is not the me of ten years later?

Or is Mr. S's observation ability already defying the sky... (candle).

Anyway, if you dream, everything should be possible, right?Then don't make a fuss, just wait for the dream to wake up with peace of mind.

So I answered him calmly.

"So this is a dream, it's a dream," I spread my hands openly, trying to show the authenticity of my words, "But I am indeed Chiyo Amamiya, that's right, it's just me many years ago."

"What did you say?"

"Ok?"

I looked suspiciously at Mr. S, who obviously had something wrong, as if this was the first time he had shown such an expression since he entered the door.

"You who were many years ago... what do you mean?"

Mr. S seemed to have to figure it out, so I had to answer him with a very simple sentence, "Hey, how old is Heisei now?"

He stared at me, but instead of asking why I was asking such a stupid-sounding question, he gave an answer.

"The 35th year of Heisei."

... Woo! ?

I was a little surprised myself, when my country graduated from high school, it was just 25 years of Heisei, that is to say, has it been nearly ten years since I married S-kun? !

Time really flies like running water...

"It's like this, it's me, Chiyo Amamiya, I had a dream in 25th year of Heisei, I dreamed of you and me ten years later... so in fact we are all in my dream now, although it's a bit rude , but it must be said that you are also the person in my dreams."

I crackled and told the truth, but I didn't wait for Mr. S's shocked expression.

His expression... how to put it, is very complicated.At that moment, I even wanted to touch my face to see if it was stained with something or something.

He straightened up slowly, and the awkward distance between us was finally opened. Only then did I realize that my body was a little stiff, so I hurriedly moved quietly.

"You, how did you know that this was your dream?"

Mr. S asked in a flat tone.

I showed an expression of "do you still need to ask this kind of question?", and waved my hand very confidently, "do you still need evidence? How could such a thing happen in reality... ohhhhh!"

Before I could finish my words, I was interrupted by the pain, because Mr. S pinched my face neatly and pulled it to both sides mercilessly.

... Hey hey hey hey!

It's weird to suddenly go from calm mode to this!

I tried my best to save my face, and then I had time to rub the painful place, and at the same time, I stared at Mr. S fiercely.

Even if it's the lover of your dreams, you can't treat me like this!

Mr. S acted as if he didn't care about my stare at all, and just opened his mouth again indifferently.

"Do you still think this is a dream?"

what……

Eh?

I was stunned.

When dreaming, there is no pain. If you encounter such extreme pain or weightlessness, you will wake up quickly. This is common sense.

However, I did not wake up.

I slowly stretched out my hand and waved it in front of my eyes.Nothing has changed, Mr. S is still in front of me, wearing a mature version, watching me calmly accepting the reality.

I pinched myself again, but even though I almost pinched the tears, reality is still reality.

At this moment, I just want to shout to the sky——

Mom, I actually married Mr. S...!This is not a dream!This is not a dream! ! !

……

Please forgive my excitement.

Those of you who have never been married to a male god will not understand (breathing smoke rings).

Fortunately, I still remember Mr. S in front of me, and I finally managed to maintain a certain amount of rationality and didn't shout out in front of him, but said in a tone that I could almost find excitement without looking for it.

"So, did I time travel to ten years later?"

"Do not."

Mr. S directly denied my answer in my mistake.

"You are not time-traveling, you are amnesia."

He looked a little depressed, which made me very at a loss, because Mr. S in the middle of the country would never show such an expression.

He squatted down slowly and remained silent for a while before speaking again.

"You need to go to the hospital."

"..."

……

I had a really serious disagreement with the girl of my dreams.

I feel that I have traveled to the past ten years, and this is a great miracle about the soul, time and space, and the universe.But Mr. S firmly believes that it is all nonsense.

He felt that I was just suddenly stimulated by something, so he lost the memory of ten years.

"How can I be stimulated..." I couldn't accept this explanation at all, "My selling point is that my nerves are thicker than my thighs!"

Mr. S calmly added, "There is also the point of not having a high IQ."

"...Anyway, I don't want to go to the hospital! What if I can't find anything and be treated as a monster? Will I send it to the research institute for research?!"

I shouted angrily, trying to make Mr. S give up this unreliable idea by threatening my life safety.It seemed that my words had played a role. He looked me up and down for a while, and then looked at me again as if to make a final confirmation.

This time his tone made me even more creepy than before.

"You, do you really remember nothing? Nothing at all?"

Although looking at Mr. S's expression, I really want to say no, but I really don't know anything.

Now, I just graduated from junior high school...

"Okay, I got it." Mr. S looked at me who nodded and concluded, "It is necessary to see a doctor, and this must not be changed. ... However, I will not let you be treated as a monster, you can rest assured .”

Under my confused gaze, Mr. S took out his mobile phone from his pocket and continued talking while searching.

"Since the memory of junior high school is preserved, the classmates should still remember it, right?"

"……what?"

"Midorima Shintaro," Mr. S pressed the call button, put the phone to his ear, and gave me the last order a few seconds before connecting, "The doctor I want to take you to see is him. .”