Xiaosan's Youth is Absolutely Correct

"Are you okay?"

"Well, it's okay, just take a rest for a while."

The heart throbbed slightly from time to time, I don't know if it was because of my hunched back, or simply because of my lonely mood, which caused the hallucinations.

He stretched out his hand to rub it, but as soon as he touched his chest, he remembered that his injury hadn't healed yet. Pressing it down might not relieve the pain, but add to the injury. The movement stopped abruptly, and Xiaosan sat on the sofa silently , was silent for a moment and sighed slightly.

"What's the matter, Qiuyue-kun?"

Yan Ye's concerned words made Xiaosan open his mouth involuntarily, but when the words came to his lips, the bridge of his nose was sour, and he chuckled lightly.

"It's okay, don't worry, just do it first, I'll hang up first."

"Well, well...me"

After hanging up the phone, Yan Ye seemed to have something else to say, but Xiaosan didn't hear it, and gently put the phone on the coffee table beside him, biting his lips tightly, gripping the blanket with both hands aggrieved, but he didn't Hold tight.

After a while, he slowly lifted the blanket off his body, put it aside, put on his slippers, walked in the living room for a while, looked at the sun outside the window, squatted down in front of the window, and wanted to sit on the floor , but worried about staining clothes.

He closed his eyes, and gently pressed his hands against the window, feeling a little cool.

"Now, I really look like a psychopath, ha..."

With his eyes closed, the strong sunlight passed through the eyelids, still making Xiaosan's eyes bright with flesh color. He whispered silently, and slowly opened his eyes, looking at the one who couldn't look straight at all. The sun, sour, couldn't help but retract his gaze.

Standing up slowly, he lay down on his sofa again, facing the sofa, breathing in the slightly sweet air, he suddenly thought of yesterday, of Yuika and Toki Hara Sayuki, who sat on place.

"Is the air you breathe smell like yesterday? But... people are no longer here."

Turning over, looking at the ceiling, Xiaosan slightly raised the corners of his mouth, showing a pale smile.

In the afternoon, Xiao San was lying alone in the living room with a book in his hand, his eyes were dim, and he looked at the book in his hand without any expression.

Suddenly tore the book in his hand into two pieces, looked at the books and papers casually, scattered and floated on the ground, and his body, he sighed slowly, only felt that his whole body was like a puddle. Mud in general.

Ding-dong-

The doorbell rang suddenly, making Xiaosan who was lying on the sofa startled for a moment, then a gleam of brilliance lit up in his gloomy eyes, he slowly stood up from the sofa, walked to the door, connected the doorbell, and appeared in front of him The person in question was Yan Ye who spoke on the phone in the morning.

Yan Ye, who had not had time to change his school uniform before returning home, appeared in front of him in a pretty way, and Xiao San couldn't help showing a smile.

"How did you come?"

"Because, I was a little worried about your situation, Qiuyue-kun, so I rushed over after school. Is your body... all right?"

"Come up first."

Looking at Yan Ye who appeared in front of him, Xiaosan couldn't help but smile. He opened the elevator, and he quickly returned to the living room, picked up the shredded papers, and threw them into the trash can.

When there was the sound of the door opening, Xiaosan looked in the mirror in the bathroom and confirmed that there was nothing wrong with his image, then Xiaosan slowly came to the door and looked at Yan Ye who appeared in front of him.

Stretched out his hand, and gently landed on the girl's arms, feeling the real touch, Xiaosan lowered his head, chuckled, but the bridge of his nose couldn't help but feel sour, transparent hot transparent liquid, involuntarily coming from the corner of his eyes slide.

"What's the matter, Qiuyue-kun?"

Looking at Xiaosan who lowered his head, smiled lightly, and then shook his shoulders, Yan Ye was still a little strange, but when he saw the transparent water drops falling on the floor, Yan Ye couldn't help being stunned.

"Qiu...Yue-kun...?"

Yan Ye, who didn't know what happened, looked at Xiao San in front of her, and she let Xiao San hold her arm tightly.

Later, Xiaosan hugged Yan Ye in front of him, and buried his face in the girl's arms.

The sound of sobbing made Yan Ye feel overwhelmed, looking at a person who was completely different from the usual, and even different from the Xiaosan he knew, Yan Ye slightly pursed his lips, did not speak, and quietly stretched out his arms to put his arms around the other person's shoulders , sitting on the sofa in the living room.

Although a little surprised, a little unclear, but looking at Xiaosan who was hiding in her arms and crying, that person who seemed a little far away in her impression, at this moment, became real.

'It turned out that he would cry too...would he be sad? '

She hugged the crying Xiaosan tightly, she didn't ask what happened, she just hugged him tightly, wanting to give him everything she had, just to make her feel at ease and satisfied.

The originally collapsed emotions gradually calmed down because of crying and venting. Xiaosan, who was lying in the girl's arms, also gradually calmed down. The crying sound gradually calmed down. He slowly raised his head and looked at Zhu Yanye's concerned and gentle eyes couldn't help but sneer.

"I... am ashamed... to cry here and do such a shameful thing."

After a pause, he wanted to leave Yan Ye's arms, but the girl hesitated for a moment, then let go of her hands, watching Xiao San sit up little by little.

"I let you see the joke. I'm sorry to trouble you."

"No, it would be great if I could help Qiuyue-kun."

"Help?"

He was inexplicably disappointed. What he wanted to hear was not such an answer. If possible, he wanted to hear Yan Ye even more... What, he didn't know.

Subconsciously avoiding what he expected in his heart, he sat on the sofa, looked at the girl beside him, opened his mouth, but couldn't say anything.

But Yan Ye couldn't help but speak.

"Actually... as long as Qiuyue-kun is willing, no matter how many times, you can cry in my arms, as long as it is Qiuyue-kun."

"..."

Looking up at Yan Ye's serious expression, Xiaosan was taken aback for a moment, and then couldn't help but chuckled "hehe".

"When I was a child?"

However, he felt much more relaxed. He seemed to understand something, shook his head slightly, and stood up slowly.