Xiaosan's Youth is Absolutely Correct

There should be a chapter of [-] words, which is a bit difficult.

Chapter 36. Even steel has a melting point

After staying with Nakano Kazuka for a while, Xiaosan also found a reason to end the meeting with the other party. He always felt that the topic between the two was a little bit dangerous. With a premonition, Xiaosan left early because he had something to do at home.

Randomly found a ramen shop and ordered a ramen, filling his stomach a little, Xiaosan is ready to go back to his home to rest, if there is nothing else, then in the rest of the time, he may be able to Read a book for a while, then rest peacefully.

Glancing at the time on the phone, it was already three o'clock in the afternoon. According to Jin Xia, it was around six o'clock in the evening, so he should still have plenty of time.

He casually threw the empty bottle in his hand into the trash can on the side of the road, returned to his apartment, took off his coat, put it casually in the closet at the door, and walked back to the living room wearing slippers, breathing the familiar air, He involuntarily closed his eyes.

"Huh, next..."

Glancing at his mobile phone, he casually placed it on the dining table in the living room, poured himself a glass of water, and walked towards the study.

Immersed in the books, Xiaosan was slightly fascinated.

Maybe before reading a book, you will feel that the book is meaningless, but once you open the book and read it carefully, there will always be an inexplicable magic power, which makes people immersed in it, and flips through it bit by bit... . Time will quietly pass away.

When he turned around, Xiaosan couldn't help turning his head away from his sore eyes, rubbing the center of his brows, he slowly stretched out his hands, opened them slightly, and without disturbing his chest injury, Soothe my muscles and bones.

"It is......"

After touching his pocket, he remembered that he had left his phone in the living room.

Picking up the bookmark on the side of the table, put it on the page he read, casually put the book on the desk, Xiaosan himself walked out of the study room slowly, and turned off the light.

Looking at the dark night outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, it was obvious that he had spent more time reading than he originally expected.

"It's seven o'clock at least?"

Walking to the dining table in the living room, he picked up his forgotten mobile phone and glanced at it, but there was no one to give him information or contact him, and the time was just approaching seven o'clock, not yet seven o'clock.

He casually poured himself a glass of water to moisten his dry lips a little, then walked towards the refrigerator, thinking about his dinner.

"In the afternoon, I ordered that bowl of ramen, and I have almost digested it by now, but I am not very hungry. I would like to cook a little simple food. If there is enough time, maybe I can go back and watch it for a while. Book?"

Taking a breath, he calmed down his somewhat gloomy heart because of reading, he closed his eyes, and began to think.

"...Well, it's still cat rice, but soy sauce, let's change it to miso soup. By the way, we have to prepare miso soup."

It feels a bit troublesome, but there is nothing to do, alone at night, in one's apartment, anyway, even if you lie on the bed, it is still difficult to fall asleep, it is better to slow down your mentality a little bit.

One person was making miso soup, and by the way, he turned on a speaker he hadn't used before, and played soft music.

Feeling that my whole life has suddenly become emotional, I put fresh white rice into a bowl with a smile, sprinkle a little bonito flower, and pour miso juice on the rice with a spoon, looking at the whiteness The color of the rice changed little by little. He silently held the bowl and sat down on the dining table.

"Brother, what is his life like now? It should be that he has returned to his home after get off work and is with his girlfriend, right?"

The curtains were not drawn, and in the distance of the deep night sky, there were little lights flashing. Xiao San didn't know if it was a plane passing by by chance, or a lighthouse. Seeing the interlacing of light and dark, he withdrew his gaze.

The music is lyrical and euphemistic. I picked up the chopsticks and looked at the steaming white mist of Maofan, but suddenly felt a sense of loneliness in my heart.

"This music is too sad, isn't it?"

But he didn't turn it off, or cut the song. The night when he was alone and the night now seem to overlap. He silently picked up the bowl, picked up the chopsticks, and gently put it into his mouth.

I added a little less salt than in the past, and tasted my passable craftsmanship, but my eyes fell on the distant night sky.

Pressing the beat of the music with his hand, he sent the meal into his mouth bit by bit, chewing and swallowing like a machine.

When I came back to my senses, I found that I had run out of dinner.

"..."

After tidying up the tableware, Xiao San lay alone on the sofa, closed his eyes, listened to the melody of the music quietly, tapped his forehead lightly, and recalled the past and his own life in his mind.

Scenes of the past flashed by, and the whole person suddenly lost the courage to fight, and just wanted to lie on this sofa and eat and wait to die.

"Soul, speaking of young people's heart, I have already exhausted it. Is it because of the body? No, the body still has some vigor and 'impulse'. Is that pure personality and psychology?"

Slightly raised his head, looking at the ceiling above his head, his mood was slightly depressed, unable to think of what he should do next.

"I said I was going to take the entrance exam to the University of Tokyo and the Faculty of Medicine, but I didn't think about what to do if I didn't pass the exam... Forget it, let's try it, look at other schools, and make a backup at that time , if not..."

Quietly turned off the music, and then slowly walked back to his room.

"By the way, I haven't showered yet."

Entering the bedroom, Xiao San, who almost forgot about things, went back to wash his body, prepared his pajamas, changed his clothes, returned to his room, put down his body, and closed his eyes.

Lying silently on the bed, his mood has not completely calmed down, feeling the cold bed quilt, and the empty room, he felt so cold, so cold...

He stretched out his hands and grasped the quilt on his body, curled up his body tightly, obviously winter has passed for a long time, but his body is still inexplicably cold, his brain seems to be frozen, it is difficult to breathe, and time is passing bit by bit Next, he was immersed in a dream, but his breathing never calmed down.

When he woke up the next day, Xiao San didn't feel that he was much more relaxed, but instead felt that he was a little more tired and weak than before falling asleep last night.

Sitting up, he felt that his brain was a little dazed. He held his hands tightly, pursed his lips, frowned, slowly got up from the bed, and found the medicine prescribed by Wu Jianmiao.

Swallowing, sitting quietly in the living room, looking at the blue sky, breathing was a bit calmer.

Walking to the sofa, he lowered his head, stretched out his hand and gently rubbed his forehead, he pursed his lips, and sat there silently, alone, keeping silent.

"Qiuyue-jun, I heard you asked for leave?"

"Well, there is something... I won't come to school today, I will probably go to school tomorrow, and go to class normally."

The bright sun was still hanging in the sky outside, Xiaosan was hiding in the living room, wrapped in a thin blanket, holding a mobile phone in one hand, while squatting on the sofa, leaning against the sofa, tightly closed Looking into his own eyes, listening to Yan Ye's concern, he imagined that the other party was by his side.