In the world of Kexue, I want to lie down every day

The dangers of the explosive squad are obvious to all, ranging from being disabled to being completely dead.

From the moment he stepped into the bomb squad, Matsuda Jinpei was already prepared. He knew exactly what kind of path he had chosen. A single lead would change not only his fate, but also the fate of the masses.

"What are you thinking about?"

The cold can was suddenly pressed against the side of his face. Matsuda Jinpei took the Coke from Kodome and replied calmly: "It's nothing."

Accidents during bomb disposal are absolutely normal. If you can survive, it is God’s blessing.

"I'm probably thinking about Nagasawa-senpai." Hagiwara Kenji explained the crux of the matter.

Matsuda Jinpei opened the ring and took a sip of the drink, acquiescing to Hagiwara Kenji's words.

Nagasawa Ryohei encountered a bomb rebound in his third year of employment. Fortunately, he was still alive. Unfortunately, he was still alive.

The high-spirited captain back then could only lie on the hospital bed and rely on instruments to survive. The shrapnel left in his body ruined his career and planted a time bomb. As time went by, it exploded in his body again. The already broken body could no longer hold on.

‘Thank you very much for these years. 'That gentle and beautiful woman now has white hair on her temples, with a tired look on her face, but her eyes are still firm. She stood at the door of the ICU and tried to see her husband lying inside through the door, 'I am not going to stay. He is dead, and he is tired after so many years. If I keep him here for selfish reasons, it will only cause him more pain. ’

That high-spirited man could no longer stand up straight after the explosion. After losing his hands and a leg, it was very difficult for him to take care of himself. Even his children were frightened when they saw their disfigured father for the first time. After crying, Nagasawa Ryohei understood that his life was over. He knew that he could not go back to the virginity class, and he also knew that he could not be a burden to his family. He wanted to go and die, but his family stopped him time and time again. See Seeing his young son crying for his father, hugging his wife tightly, and his parents with gray hair who were wiping away tears, Nagasawa Ryohei gritted his teeth and held on.

Nagasawa Emi knew how hard her husband was trying to live, and she also knew that he couldn't sleep every night because of the pain from his old injuries. She knew how selfish she was, and she wanted to keep her lover and the father of her child, so She pretended not to know anything, placed everything within easy reach of Nagasawa Ryohei, and massaged his body before going to bed at night, trying to relieve his pain...

She understood that she was covering her ears and pretending that he didn't exist if she couldn't see him. Now she knew that she really couldn't keep him anymore, because it really hurt that Nagasawa Ryohei was alive.

‘I kept him for six years out of selfishness. You can’t be too greedy. ’ So she decided to let him go.

"Those who are bound struggle to survive, while some people harvest their lives wantonly with malice." Matsuda Jinpei felt the coolness in his palms. Life will never be worth mentioning in the face of human malice.

He will never forget the feeling of giving up the bomb disposal when he was on the Ferris wheel. It was not fear or regret, but the reluctance to let go when he had a bond but had to let go.

He was only one step away from death that day. If Hayakawaya hadn't appeared, he would have completely disappeared from the world with a roar.

Perhaps Hagiwara Kenji will follow his old path, either dying in the explosives squad, or trying his best to avenge him.

In fact, if you think about it carefully, no matter who of him and Hagiwara Kenji dies in the line of duty first, the other will try his best to avenge the other, and they will both follow the same path and cannot change.

……

In the office, Yoshida Ichiro wiped the photo frame that had been hidden from the sun all year round in the drawer. Those high-spirited faces from back then were now leaving one by one. This photo was no longer on the table as time went by. It was not that it had no emotion, but that it Don't dare.

On the table is a photo of their current classroom, still showing high-spirited faces.

He placed the two photos side by side. People from different periods overlapped at this moment. Different faces, similar ages, the same high spirits, the same beliefs. Generation after generation supported this classroom.

Looking at the similar eyebrows and eyes in the two photos, Ichiro Yoshida had a smile in his eyes. He still remembered how they hid under the corner and smoked together. At that time, their section chief strictly enforced smoking. Not that they were not allowed to smoke, but Let them smoke less.

‘It’s okay if the school doesn’t allow smoking, but I didn’t expect that one day I would be disciplined for smoking at work! ’ The man was holding his cigarette butt in his mouth with a depressed look on his face. He was just smoking a few more cigarettes, so the class principal almost asked them to search for cigarettes behind their butts.

‘There’s no way, who let someone throw cigarette butts around and burn the section chief. ’ It was really an accident that I got burned by the section chief. No one expected that the section chief would happen to be passing by next door, and then he would get burned like that.

‘I have the nerve to say, but why did the cigarette butt fly out and you didn’t count it? ’ The short-haired man snorted coldly and slammed the cigarette butt in his hand to the ground.

‘I was just teasing you, but I didn’t expect you to throw the cigarette butt out with your backhand! ’ The man with slightly longer hair spread his hands and said, ‘You can’t blame me! ’

‘Don’t blame who you blame! ’ Ichiro Yoshida glared at Yasunari Hayakawa, wondering if he had a bad feng shui with this person. Every time the two of them got together, they would be in bad luck!

‘Zawada, look Yoshida is in a hurry again! ’ Hayakawa Yasunari patted Sawada on the shoulder, pointed at the jumping Yoshida Ichiro and laughed wildly.

‘Hold the cigarette butt in your hand and don’t let it fly out again. ’ Sawada always had a smile on his gentle brows, and then he and Hayakawa Yasunari fell in love.

‘Get out! ’

Ichiro Yoshida reached out and touched his hair that had covered his eyebrows. He moved his fingers back and saw a rugged scar diagonally covering the back of his head. Because of this scar, he had not trimmed his hair for more than thirty years.

After so many years, there were not many people left who could laugh and joke about his scar, and in the end he was the only one left here to guard it.

"The children are all grown up." Yoshida Ichiro murmured, not knowing whether he was talking about them back then or the children today.