Akizuki Takazo will never get hurt

"I don't like live broadcasts with loud voices, that is to say, I like the type with soft voices, and most boys don't like to watch male anchors, so I like girls with soft voices, like...cough cough. "

Coughing twice, Nakano Kazuka closed his eyes, as if he was adjusting something.

After a while, she slowly opened her slightly trembling eyes, the corners of her mouth were slightly raised, with a hint of a smile, her voice was completely different from usual, she lowered her voice, became softer, completely changed With a personal tone, he spoke slowly towards Xiaosan.

"Qiuyue-kun, wake up."

"..."

"This kind?"

"..."

"You are talking, that kind of silence makes me a little bit..."

"No, just a little surprised and... unacceptable."

Xiaosan thought it was disgusting, but felt that the word might be a bit too much, so he thought it over and gave his own answer.

It's just that Nakano Kazuka seemed quite indifferent, shrugging slightly, as if he didn't care at all.

"It seems that you don't like my type of voice too much?"

"Ha, I just don't like that kind of surprise. As for the voice and voice line, as long as it sounds natural."

"The Clover kind?"

"It sounds very energetic, but I don't feel much, and occasionally I feel a little too energetic."

"Annoying? Well, understandable."

As the elder sister, Nakano Kazuka commented on her younger sister mercilessly, and said what Xiao San could not say directly.

"Although Wuyue is relatively normal, she doesn't seem to have any special features. As for Er Nai, she has a slightly bad personality. For the rest of Sanjiu, that personality may be quite pleasing to boys?"

Nakano Kazuka couldn't help but look at Xiaosan who was beside her. As for Xiaosan, he didn't know who Sanjiu was at all. Facing Yihua's eyes, he expressed quite puzzled.

"do not know."

"That's it."

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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.

"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."

"..."