Yukimura's shadow

Cool-toned lights filled the room, and the white decoration made the ward look more empty.On the hospital bed, Yukimura was eating dinner quietly, while Masami was talking softly behind him, maybe she didn't realize it herself, seeing that Yukimura didn't interrupt her, she became more and more excited to speak, and her posture became more and more serious. The more relaxed, finally leaned on his back.

Yukimura's back stiffened, but he finally relaxed slowly.

Speaking of unexpected friends... He couldn't help thinking of Nobuo Harada who lived downstairs.Thinking about it now, I don't know why another figure always appears in my mind.

That was when he followed the nurse for an examination two days ago. The man was wearing a black tracksuit with a white long-sleeved shirt over it, lying on the balcony, not knowing what he was thinking.Her short hair, dyed pale blond with black spots at the roots, looked neglected.

When passing by, Yukimura glanced at him, and it happened that he also turned his head. When he looked at each other, the hostility in the man's eyes was almost overflowing, which made Yukimura's hairs stand up.

The man looked at Yukimura, and Yukimura couldn't help becoming vigilant, it felt like a prey being targeted by a hunter.But almost instantly, the man looked away again, turned around and entered the elevator that just arrived.

Looking through the slowly closing elevator door, Yukimura seemed to see the faint evil spirit on that person.

Now that I think about it... that person looks like Nobuo Harada, and maybe not.

Yami was still talking, and didn't notice his distraction.And Yukimura occasionally echoed a few words, and she didn't seem to be bothered by her talking too much, which made Masami even more out of control.

She talked a lot, about her thoughts when she first met Sanada, about her friends, although she didn't have many, but she had a very cute little junior sister and a quiet senior brother...

But no one had ever heard her speak so much.She started to practice at a young age, and morality taught her to be reserved and restrained before she had time to be presumptuous.Most of the people around her were like this, but she was exceptionally typical.

She sighed deeply.

"From childhood to adulthood, books are probably the ones that accompany me the most..."

She suddenly thought of "Ancient Capital" written by Yasunari Kawabata. One of the heroines in the book, Chieko's pity and admiration for the purple flower on the trunk of the old maple tree in the courtyard must be related to her love for books. Emotions are the same...

...

"...well, actually...I really want to go home—"

She muttered, and suddenly there was a clear cracking sound behind her, like glass pieces colliding suddenly.There was a sudden heavy feeling on her back, and she turned her head hastily, but Yukimura's body fell straight through her body.The head was planted heavily on the bed, even with the cushion of the mattress, it still made a loud noise.

He frowned, and his forehead was gradually covered with fine beads of sweat, looking very painful.

"Yukimura!"

"Yukimura—what's wrong with you—"

"fine……"

"Emergency button..."

He forced a smile, his voice was very calm, but he couldn't hide the sense of powerlessness that spread all over his body.He struggled and tried his best to twist towards the head of the bed, but his limbs couldn't use his strength, and the bed sheet was quickly messed up by his struggle, but he didn't get much closer.

"You you you wait a moment!"

Masami Nagasawa came to her senses immediately, pursing her lips and trying to reach the button on the head of the bed.She just stretched out her hand and didn't have time to think about it in her mind. She hit the barrier with one hand first, making a crisp sound.

Ten fingers connected to the heart.

But she gritted her teeth and stood up directly, then slammed into the switch, and the barrier was dented like jelly

But what she could see was—her own arm was merging with the air at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Nagasawa..." Yukimura murmured, but Masami didn't seem to hear it.

A white wall, a silver bedside table, a notebook with a black cover on the cabinet, a yellow post-it note in the corner... a red button...

"Di."

Yukimura closed his eyes, then opened them again, what he saw was the familiar ward.

—disappeared again.

----

Fortunately, after the emergency button was pressed, the doctors and nurses came quickly.

Griberi's disease is an acute disease, and it takes no more than two weeks for the onset to become severe. Therefore, it was expected by the hospital that this kind of situation would appear in Yukimura—or in other words, everyone actually predicted the arrival of this day.

"Drug physiotherapy is suspended, and the surgical plan is started immediately."

On the corridor on the tenth floor, several people hugged the steel frame bed and ran fast, and the sound of the pulleys rubbing against the floor was so familiar that it couldn't be more familiar.

The treatment plan had been discussed and signed with Yukimura's family in advance, so the attending doctor sent him in with a wave of his hand.

Yukimura lay on the bed in a daze, just feeling a little ridiculous.Although he had already vaguely guessed what would happen from the frequency of his recent weakness.

But it still feels a little unrealistic when lying on the steel frame bed and being pushed away.It was obviously someone else's before...why did it suddenly become my own...

"Are you afraid of it?"

Suddenly, Masami's voice rang in Yukimura's ear.He rolled his eyes slightly, but couldn't see anything.

Not afraid.

He shook his head quietly in his heart, but he was not so firm.

"lie."

...Then you hold me and give me a little courage, okay?

Somehow, he said it like a joke.

The man was silent for a while, just when Yukimura thought she had disappeared, suddenly there was something in his hand, he squeezed it lightly, small, warm...soft...

But it seems that there is a steady stream of power passing from her palm...

----

The surgery went well.

"Although the effect of the anesthesia is almost gone, let him sleep for a while." The doctor looked at Yukimura Seichi who had been transferred back to the ward, and his parents who rushed over in the middle of the night, pointing out something.

"Looking at his appearance, he might be dreaming of something sweet."

The mother pulled the corners of her lips, the exhaustion on her face was self-evident.But she knew that she had to stand up and not look sad in front of her son, and the next recovery period would also be a tough battle.

Yukimura woke up the next morning, but his face was a little weird. After learning that the operation was successful, he gradually became a little bit happier.

At that time, my father had already left to go to work, and only my mother took another half-day leave to watch over him.

But no matter what his mother said, he didn't want to get out of bed and walk around, even to wash up.

Mother narrowed her eyes slightly, and then smiled helplessly. "Then I'll go out and buy you some breakfast. You must be tired of eating the ones in the hospital."

Yukimura Seiichi nodded quickly.But soon he also realized that his intentional behavior was too obvious, so he restrained himself slightly.

"Thank you Mom, I'm really tired of eating..." He cleared his throat, his voice still a little low.

"Okay, then I'm leaving, you get up quickly." Mother only thought that he wanted to stay in bed, and walked out with her bag, "What, you are such an adult, don't be a sleeper like Shili bed ghost."

"Well, I know, be careful on the road." Yukimura smiled slightly, wrapped tightly in the quilt, with only one head exposed.In the messy purple-blue hair, the tips of the ears were red as if they were about to bleed.

After a few minutes, Yukimura Seiichi guessed that his mother had gone far away, lifted the quilt, and jumped up, not at all like someone who had just had an operation.

He rushed into the bathroom, quickly changed his clothes, and then hurried back into the room.

He squatted next to the bedside table, and began to rummage through the sheets in the order the nurse put things in memory.Maybe he has a good memory, so he found it within a few clicks.

He secretly breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, and he wanted to settle this matter before being found out——

"What, I thought something happened." The mother's voice suddenly came from behind her, and there was a hint of frustration in her tone that her curiosity was not satisfied.

Yukimura Seiichi turned his head stiffly, his mother had already lifted the entire quilt——

"It turned out to be just a dream/nocturnal."

Yukimura Seiichi: ...! ! !

Mother put down the quilt, with an unconcealable smile on her face.

"It seems that our Jingshi is also a big boy."

The big boy Yukimura Seiichi's face was black and bright: "Mother!"

He didn't even want to call "Mom" anymore, but changed his honorific name, which also implied that his mother would save him some face.

Mother nodded perfunctorily, but still couldn't restrain her inner curiosity, so she poked her head over quietly.

"Tell mom who the other party is, okay? Do I know you? Although I won't stop you from falling in love, but—I'm still a little worried about my first love..."

As the mother said, she tore off the dirty sheet, and Yukimura quickly grabbed it and sent it to the bathroom.

"Why are you shy, it's normal to have someone you like - anyway, I'll help you wash the sheets later, don't be shy."

"I'm really sorry, don't worry about it, you don't know him!" The mother's expression was so embarrassing, Yukimura said this sentence almost word by word.

"And I can wash it myself!"

Unexpectedly, the mother nodded in understanding, and when she lowered her eyes slightly, there was a glimmer of success in the scheme.Ignoring his excuses, he shook off the entire new sheet with a shake of his hand, and then slowly spread it on the bed.

"Looks like there really is."

"..." was counted.

...Fortunately, Masami Nagasawa is not here.Yukimura Seiichi secretly rejoiced.

After getting the news she wanted, Yukimura Sachiko quickly returned to her usual gentle appearance.

"I ordered takeaway, it should be here soon, I'll go down and have a look." After changing the quilt cover again, she nodded in satisfaction.

"If you need anything else, I'll go buy it together."

"...No more..." Yukimura Seiichi felt a little tired.

Listening to what my mother said meant that she had already seen something was wrong with her, and saying that she was going to buy breakfast was actually just an excuse to make herself mistakenly think that she was dismissed.

Maybe he ordered a takeaway a long time ago, and then stood guard outside the door, waiting for himself to fall into the trap.

Yukimura opened the curtains, pushed open the window, picked up the watering can on the side, fiddled with the purple cornflowers lightly, and let out a long sigh.

Therefore, it is not unreasonable to say that Yukimura Seiki will become more and more black-bellied in the future.

The author has something to say: ...I fell asleep while writing last night...my pot.This paragraph is hoping to change Yukimura's feelings a bit, but I don't know if the pace will be too fast.

Although I don't want him to get sick all the time...But if I don't hurry up and enter the recovery period, the following story will not unfold...

mind blowing

☆, that friend

The treatment process does not happen overnight, nor will it be as easy as imagined.

These signs appeared shortly after the operation.Vomiting, loss of appetite, weakness from time to time... But the most painful thing is probably that I can't stand the torment in my heart.

"Hey."

Nobuo Harada shuffled into the room and handed out the lemon he was holding in his hand.The sound of pumping water in the inner room did not stop, Yukimura Seiki held the door frame of the bathroom, his face was still a little pale, he threw the towel on the sink, he raised his head and looked at the lemon for no reason, and then at the door at the door. Nobuo.

"This is..." His voice was hoarse.

Nobuo smiled.

"I think this is useful."

He paused, because of his own reasons, he always spoke slowly.He pushed the lemon forward again, and he was still holding one in his left hand, which was hanging at the side.Look carefully, the skin is a little wrinkled and discolored, it looks like it should have been used for several days.

He always carries lemons with him, and the scent of lemons can relieve his psychological pressure a little.

"Aroma," he explained.

Yukimura reached out and took the lemon in a daze.

"Thank you... thank you."

"Then, good night." Nobuo shook his head slightly to indicate that you are welcome, then he smiled again, nodded to Yukimura, and walked out slowly while leaning on the wall.

Yukimura took the lemon in his hand and played with it. The bright blue-yellow peel fits perfectly in the oval shape, which looks a bit like a tennis ball.

He leaned against the door frame, put the lemon under his nose and smelled it dubiously, the fresh and pungent smell sneaked into his breath, the originally blocked airway suddenly felt slowly dredging, and the tense nerves gradually relaxed.

It seems to be really useful.

Feeling a little more comfortable in his stomach, he stood for a while, making sure that he would not want to vomit again in a short time, so he dragged himself back into the room.

The light was still on in the room, and the cold light reflected on the wall, making the already monotonous room look even more empty.

Yukimura Seiichi pursed his lips tightly and walked back to the bed step by step while leaning on crutches.He was given a cane on the advice of his doctor because his leg would lose strength from time to time.

For the first two days, his parents took turns staying with him in the ward. His condition gradually improved in the past two days, so he sent him back.He can live in the hospital without caring what month and day it is, but his parents can't.Another work week is coming, and he doesn't want his parents to delay work because of him.

"No matter what, he won't die, right?" He said so, and was severely educated by his mother.

"Don't say such things lightly at any time!"

It was already the end of November, and the weather was getting colder. I heard that some places in Hokkaido would start to snow soon.Mother brought a blanket and wrapped it with the quilt, which was very warm.

He hadn't drawn the curtains, so even with the lights off, he could still see a little in the light from outside.But the room was empty except for the ticking of the alarm clock beside the bed.

He took a long breath.

Looks like she won't be showing up tonight.

In fact, more than a week has passed since the operation. During this period, he met Yami two or three times, but each time was very short. If it weren't for those few conversations, he would almost have thought it was an illusion.

Sometimes Yukimura couldn't help but wonder, where was she when she didn't show up?

----

Another fine day today.

As always, there were many people in the lounge, the old people were chatting aside, the books in the newspaper column were thoughtfully replaced, and occasionally someone reached out to read them.Nobuo Harada was also sitting in a place where he could bask in the sun as usual, his soft black hair was dyed brown by the sun, and the table in front of him was full of wooden building blocks that children love to play with.

He hunched his back, carefully stacked the building blocks, put them all into the box after building once, and started again.His eyes are sometimes focused and sometimes slack, and he doesn't know what he is thinking.

When Yukimura Seiichi saw him, he was holding a building block and placing it on top of the cuboid building block as a roof.Perhaps sensing Yukimura's gaze, Nobuo Harada happened to raise his head.

Yukimura nodded to him, Nobuo saw him a little surprised, then smiled slightly, retracted the hand that had just put down the building block, clasped it between his knees, and watched as Yukimura approached slowly.

Yukimura carefully walked around the children's play area and walked to the table.

"Yesterday, thank you for the lemons...very useful."

Hearing what he said, Nobuo looked very happy.I don't know if it's because of the good weather, but the usually pale and bloodless cheeks are slightly rosy under the sun.

"I'm glad to be able to help you." He looked like a big boy who didn't know much about the world with his eyebrows curved.

There are four small houses of different heights on the table, which look childish, and it is difficult for people to ignore them.Yukimura just glanced at it habitually, but Nobuo felt a little uncomfortable in his eyes.

"It's childish..."

He lowered his head, his clenched hands gradually relaxed, revealing the lemon hidden in his palm.He turned the lemon in his palm a little bit twice, like caring for a gourd.The appearance of lemon seemed to stabilize his mood.

"It's hard and boring every day..." he said, laughing lightly at himself.

Yukimura opened his mouth and didn't know how to speak, so he frowned slightly.Nobuo doesn't seem to be in a good mood.But fortunately, he himself seemed to realize this soon, and hurriedly raised his head and apologized with a smile.

"Sorry, I keep saying weird things."

Yukimura shook his head, although it seemed that Dr. Okubo had mentioned this point.

He suddenly remembered what Nobuo hadn't finished saying last time, but after thinking twice, he decided to hold back.He really wanted to know what Nobuo was talking about, but reason told him that now was not a good time to ask questions.

"Health, are you feeling better?" Nobuo continued to ask.

"Yeah." Yukimura nodded, and motioned to Nobuo to look at his crutch, "It won't be a big problem with it."

In fact, according to Yukimura's own wishes, he is willing to stay in the room for a while, but the doctor said that he has been in good condition for the past two days, and suggested that he should come out and walk around appropriately. In addition, the weather is good today, and he is looking forward to everyone's expectations , he could only wander around on crutches.

I didn't expect to run into Nobuo Harada just around the corner.

"I see..." Nobuo lowered his head and smiled knowingly, then suddenly raised his head to look at Yukimura.

"Do you want to go for a walk?" He said, reaching out his hand towards Yukimura, the looming expectation in his eyes made it difficult for Yukimura to refuse.

He originally... just planned to find a place outside to bask in the sun and then go back...

The last time I wandered around the hospital seemed to be led by Nobuo Harada—no, to be precise, Seiichi Yukimura had lived in the hospital for so long, and he had never visited the hospital at all—then again, being able to visit the hospital as a For entertainment activities, there must be only an open-minded guy like Harada Nobuo.

Yukimura froze for a second, then nodded with a smile, and took Nobuo's outstretched hand.But then he felt a sudden pulling force from the other end of his arm. Fortunately, he reacted very quickly, and years of exercise made his arm stronger than ordinary people, and his foot was also stable, otherwise he would be pulled down by Nobuo .

It turns out that he didn't want me to hold him, but to pull him...

Harada Nobuo used Yukimura's strength to support himself on the table, and then stood up, almost crashing into Yukimura's arms.He nodded and smiled at Yukimura, and then walked in front with his back bent.

Yukimura looked at his legs with some doubts, narrowed his eyes slightly, and had some guesses in his heart.

"Is there anywhere you want to go?" Nobuo asked him.

"Eh? Is there any place I can go?" Yukimura asked, but felt that the words were a bit ironic, and hurriedly changed his words, "Sorry, I didn't mean that."

Nobuo smiled indifferently and didn't answer his words.

"Then, shall I take you to a place with a wide view?"

"Eh?"

Yukimura was a little surprised, but Nobuo didn't intend to explain anything.

He took Yukimura on the road that he didn't finish last time. When passing by the glass corridor, Yukimura subconsciously slowed down, but the expected thing never happened.

That guy... Will he really come back?

Soon after, Yukimura followed Nobuo Harada to the entrance of the safe passage.Seeing that he is familiar with the way, he must have walked this way a lot.This is different from the escalator that Yukimura used to go up and down the stairs.Instead, it is tiled. Although the stairwell is a bit narrow, there is no problem for two people to go up and down side by side.

The stairwell is full of sunlight, and it is cleaned very cleanly, but there are almost no people coming and going, so it is a little deserted.As we went up, the sun became darker and darker, but the lights in the building were also lit up accordingly.

A person came down the stairs, like them, without a hospital gown, but with an information card tied to his wrist.Nobuo Harada stopped to say hello to him, Yukimura also nodded, and then turned sideways to make way for him.

The man froze for a moment, then muttered something, Yukimura didn't hear clearly, but he thought it was a return.

"Are you an acquaintance?"

"No." Nobuo replied simply, and then he lifted his legs up the steps with difficulty.

Yukimura frowned puzzled, "But he smiled happily when he saluted you back."

Nobuo twitched the corners of his mouth, he seemed a little tired after lying on the stairs for so long, then turned around and leaned on the handrail to rest.

"Do you still remember? Before you asked me... about popularity."

The author has something to say: Happy birthday to my bitch Bei Biehan!

Late update.

In the past two days, I have been working on the radio drama I wrote before. (Author's Column, "[World War II] Travel")

Because of the promise of four updates a week, so... there will be an update tomorrow, and an update the day after tomorrow 2333

☆, bad idea

Yukimura also stopped. After walking for so long, he was indeed a little tired, but according to his previous training menu, this was not worth mentioning at all-it was still too slack.

"Ah, I remembered. Mr. Harada is very popular, isn't he?" Strange to say, this is only the fourth time he and Nobuo Harada have met, but Yukimura feels that he has vaguely regarded him as a friend.I, obviously, have always been a very careful person.

Nobuo stared blankly at Yukimura Seiichi. Although the purple-haired boy looked about the same height as him, he was even stronger than him, more like an adult.But he still retains the innocence of a teenager, and at this moment, his eyes are full of curiosity.Such a discovery made him shake his head self-deprecatingly.

"Oh no."

"They, most of them, I don't know. Everyone... probably don't know me either."

Shinfu paused and lowered his voice.

"Say hello...it's a proof of existence." Whether it's for myself or the person being greeted...

Yukimura widened his eyes slightly, not knowing what to say.

Nobuo smiled slightly, "Do you remember that when we first came here, a place on the wall we passed was turned into a light yellow place?"

Walking from the building where they live, you need to pass through another building. There are some cute graffiti on the wall indirectly, and the layout is also very cute. There are some simple amusement facilities outside, but there is a lot of graffiti on one wall. It was a large light yellow rectangle. At first, he just felt that this pattern was a little different from the surrounding ones, but he didn't think about it.

Yukimura nodded, his mind spinning rapidly, wondering if this had anything to do with what they were discussing.

But nothing.

Nobuo straightened up from the armrest, "Let's talk as we walk."

"I grew up in pediatrics."

"Eh?" Yukimura's first reaction was that Nobuo Harada was the son of a certain doctor, but he quickly dismissed the idea, "Pediatrics?"

Nobuo didn't speak, but leaned down, and slowly stroked his hands down from his left thigh, and when he reached his calf, he pulled it back suddenly, with a bit of vigor, Yukimura was startled, and couldn't help it. Live gasped.

The trousers were all wrinkled together, and in the end only a very thin thing was left between his hands.

He slowly lifted up his trousers, and what he put into the white sneakers was a steel pipe.

He usually likes to wear very loose straight-leg pants, which are so long and big that they can even be directly covered on the upper of the shoe, only a pair of white toe caps are exposed.He said that he loves walking in the hospital the most, but he didn't expect that there was a prosthetic leg hidden in his trousers.

He pulled his trousers up to his thighs so Yukimura could see the prosthetic leg more clearly.Through the light coming in from the small window, Yukimura could see the silver light flowing on the delicate iron pipe.

"This is..." Yukimura couldn't help muttering, and shut his mouth hastily.

"It's a cancer of the blood." Nobuo didn't mind much, he put down his trousers while talking.The loose pants didn't encounter any obstacles, they slid down very smoothly, covering Nobuo's secret. "Because of treatment, I had to amputate my left leg."

Yukimura froze in place, his mind went blank, not knowing what to say.

"When I was 14, I wrote something vulgar on that wall because I was sick of being in the hospital."

"Then the hospital repainted that piece and it became what it is now."

Nobuo said it calmly, but Yukimura was a little surprised.The Harada Nobuo he knew looked a little weak, and his personality was gentle and loose. It was really hard to imagine that he would do such a thing.

"It just happens to be the time of psychological rebellion in adolescence..." He lowered his head and chuckled, then turned his head to look at Yukimura, and said jokingly, "Do you feel a strong youthful atmosphere?"

"Youth..." Yukimura was swallowed by his sudden cold joke.

Nobuo twitched the corners of his mouth mockingly, the light in his eyes gradually dimmed, "Well, even if you say that, you won't understand that feeling."

……

The more it is like this, the more I don't know what to say...

"I'm a little curious about what it could be... what you wrote." Yukimura said after a moment of deliberation.Then he simply lifted the crutch and clamped it under his arm.So far he feels pretty good, and he should not suddenly get sick, and it will be easier to walk when he lifts it up.

"I'll tell you next time." Nobuo smiled, deliberately whetting people's appetite.

The floor is actually not too high, but the two of them are somewhat inconvenient to move, so it looks like they have walked for a long time.

The more you go up, the more crude it looks, the lighting is not enough, the windows are not often opened, and the corridor smells of excessive humidity.

"Where does this lead to?" Yukimura raised his head and found that there was another floor.The corridor was so winding that he could barely remember how many floors he had climbed.

"A place with a wide view." Nobuo said so, and continued to lead him up.

At the end of the stairs was a chained door, which was not locked.Even though the cleaning staff diligently cleaned every corner of the hospital every day, there were still some rust on the door, which looked like it had been eroded by rain.

Outside the door is the rooftop.

"Sure enough." Yukimura smiled slightly, closed his eyes and took a deep breath, feeling that the gloom in his heart seemed to be discharged with the breath.

It is said to be a rooftop, but it should be more accurate to call it a roof.

The site on the roof is huge, but it can be seen that it was not intended to be used when it was built.There are also stone slabs on it, glued together with asphalt, and the black asphalt is crossed horizontally and vertically to form many small squares.

But more importantly, there were no protective tools around.

Yukimura walked to the edge of the building.As Harada Nobuo said, this is a good place with a wide view.

The hospital seemed to suddenly become very small, and the sounds that I hadn't heard for a long time flooded into my ears at this moment.There is a lot of traffic, and the sea of ​​people is noisy.He could even tell from the slowly moving black line on the horizon that it was the Shinkansen.

It's only been a few days in the hospital, but it feels like a lifetime away.

Then I felt... and the awe of life.

Thinking of this, he took a step back slightly, the feeling of standing on the edge of the roof and looking down was really not good.Before he knew it, his heartbeat had become very fast. It seemed that no matter how desperate he was about his illness, there was always an instinct to survive in his heart.

"How do you feel, isn't it nice here?" Nobuo stood aside leisurely, watching the expression on Yukimura's face constantly changing, first shocked, then confused, and the flash of dissatisfaction with fate.

It was the first time he climbed onto the roof, and his emotions were much stronger than that of Yukimura.

Why is it me who is sick?

As he said so, he took two steps forward and came to the edge of the rooftop.

"Harada..."

Yukimura hurriedly called out to stop him, afraid that he would do something stupid.

"Don't worry, I won't jump." Harada waved his hand, indicating that he was overly worried.But Yukimura still dropped his crutches and stood nervously by the side.

He stretched out the foot with the prosthetic leg, and under the white sneakers, the slightly dirty and old floor of the tall building continued to spread.

"When I was young... I often wondered why I couldn't fly..." He murmured, even though Yukimura stood very close, he didn't hear everything clearly.

"Sorry... what did you say?"

"It's nothing... let's go." Nobuo Harada withdrew his foot, but Yukimura Seichi always felt that he wanted to say something else.But Harada had already turned around and walked towards the center of the roof, without getting closer to the edge, he could only follow.

"Isn't the roof like this ... very dangerous?" Seeing the condition of Nobuo Harada today, Yukimura was instinctively worried, what would happen if some patient couldn't think about it for a while and jumped from here?

"Don't worry, this kind of thing won't happen." Nobuo didn't turn his head, and his voice was lazy, "And next month, this place will also be fenced. It's tall and dense—" Although he While smiling, he said comforting words, but Yukimura always felt that he was not particularly happy.

"It's like a cage..." Nobuo muttered softly, sat down on the bench, lowered his eyes, and the emotions in his eyes were very complicated.

"Mr. Harada..."

Yukimura was getting more and more worried.He sat down beside Nobuo Harada, and at the same time looked around calmly. He saw buildings of different heights, basically different wards of the hospital, and there were only a few people on the roofs of the buildings everywhere. .Everyone concentrated on enjoying their afternoon, and did not pay attention to what happened here.

Intuition told him that there seemed to be some problems with Nobuo Harada's mental state, but he had never encountered such a situation before, and he was a little uncertain for a while.

It would be great if the military adviser was here at a time like this... Genichiro is also good, taking violent measures to carry him back to the ward or something...

He was startled suddenly.

Friends... This is a topic that he has been subconsciously trying to avoid recently.

The phone in his pocket suddenly became heavy. Sanada, Liu... Recently, everyone has been texting him non-stop, chatting about the situation in the club, and everyone is working hard on training... Nioh stole it again. Marui's cake... Finally, a girl came to the tennis court to see Mr. Mori, and he was so excited that he didn't skip training obediently for several days——

But since therapy started, he hasn't returned once, nor has he given permission for them to visit...

Is it a little too selfish...

The author has something to say: I just finished writing yesterday's, and today's has not been moved... I want to laugh at Kekeke

Concubines, come and leave a lot of messages to comfort my little heart, okay?

Could Nobuo be too dark...?

Well, he'll be a cute baby later on.

☆, the voice of life (repair)

When I was in school, the tennis team liked to stay on the roof.Whether it is for lunch or lunch break, or even chatting and planting flowers to eat cakes, the rooftop is a good choice.

If... Sanada talks about visiting again next time, I agree...

Yukimura unconsciously pursed his lips and blinked his eyes. In just a few seconds, his mentality changed.Like a long sigh of relief.

Nobuo glanced at him and found that he was distracted so he didn't interrupt him.He looked at the birds in the sky alone, with a smile still on the corner of his mouth, and there was some undisguised envy in his eyes, but he quickly hid it.

"That... Yukimura."

"Ok?"

"I'm sorry... I must have said something strange just now, which made it difficult for you—don't take it to heart." Nobuo scratched his head, and his thick hair quickly became messy under his hands. "Well... I shouldn't have said those things to you..."

Nobuo is a little bit regretful, because his bad mood affects others, it's really bad... His recent situation really makes people more and more distressed.

Yukimura, on the other hand, froze for a moment, then laughed.

"It's okay, I'm glad someone can talk to me." Yukimura paused, then changed his sitting position.

Although the bench looks a bit old, the surface of the seat is polished smooth.You can't touch the dust with your hands. I think it will only become like this when people sit on it from time to time.

I don't know when it was windy on the roof, and it smelled like late autumn.He stretched out his hands to straighten the blown hair, not letting them block his vision, "I suddenly understand what you said before, the proof of existence."

When Nobuo heard this, he immediately became happy again, his brows and eyes curved like a child's. "That would be wonderful."