[Net King] Drama Boy

On the way back to Yukimura's house, Shiraura stared at the road a meter before his feet thoughtfully, and Yukimura was always in high spirits.

"Why did you investigate this matter?" Yukimura thought up many grievances and hatred versions of the juvenile detectives, but finally felt that they were unreliable.

"Why are you approaching me?"

"That's it."

Because of being curious, being interesting, wanting to know.

"Shiramura-kun suits my taste very well." Yukimura's words were rare and sincere, otherwise he wouldn't be able to bring him home as soon as we met.

"How much does Yukimura-kun know about this matter?" Bai Cun looked up at him, this handsome young man was half a head taller than him, and he recognized the news at a glance.

"There is nothing to understand, and there is nothing to understand." At that time, he was only four or five years old. He had just recovered from illness and was recuperating at home.The gloomy clouds next door didn't really affect the family much. When he was reading the newspaper with his father, his mother shed tears of sympathy, which gave him a little impression. "I went to her house as a guest and met a few times."

I vaguely remember that she was a gentle and cheerful elder sister. When they chatted with their elders, that elder sister took him to her studio to play. Now, part of her liking for art is influenced by her.I haven't met a few times, and few people are willing to mention her after the incident. They deliberately avoided even remembering her name, but they have a good impression of her.

"However, it is said that her daughter has long since disappeared."

"Mie, Nami?"

"I don't remember, my parents will know."

At this time, the sky was getting dark, the night was gloomy, and the street lamps were lit up one by one on the street. Bai Cun moved his gaze to the sky dully, and suddenly stopped in his footsteps.

"what happened?"

"I forgot to eat."

"..."

I'm a little hungry, I ate a little in the morning, and it's amazing how I've survived until now, saving time and trouble, I'm a little thankful for this amazing body.

Yukimura laughed, suddenly realized that he had come up with such a serious clue: "Visiting my house will of course include dinner."

"Oh."

Going on, the young man followed, touching pockets one by one at the same time.

Shiramura gave one of the three milk candies he found to Yukimura, and put the two into his mouth together.

Yukimura thinks that both his habit of carrying candy with him and his bulging cheeks are a bit cute.

"I won't thank you."

Although Bai Cun didn't care about the thank you, he still asked why with his eyes.

If you can’t open your mouth, you must melt the milk sugar, which is salty and moderately sweet.

"It's board and lodging."

"House?"

"Otherwise, where do you sleep, the park bench is covered with newspapers?" Yukimura smiled mischievously, "I want to ask why I know you just came today?"

"Don't ask, but I do have that plan." Of course it was analyzed, but I didn't hide it.

"So hard?"

"It's me who is more casual." Bai Cun said as if you don't want to misunderstand, "The gold master is very kind to me."

"..."

Yukimura came to his senses in a moment of silence, and said tolerantly, "It's just as long as you are happy."

Bai Cun had a real smile, and it was really interesting to communicate with bad tastes.

However, Yukimura looked up and down the young man around him. He was slender, exquisitely indistinguishable from male and female, and beautiful beyond gender. It was rare to meet someone who was prettier and more feminine than himself. Yukimura was very happy.

Yukimura's family is in a prosperous area, a villa with a single family and a small garden.

Seeing a rich man again, Bai Cun sighed with emotion.

Yukimura rang the doorbell, he had the key, but his sister and Miko insisted on opening the door for him, so he never used the key.

"Brother! The club's national competition is over, and you came back very late!"

A cute loli with blue-purple eyes of the same color as Yukimura stood at the door with her hips akimbo, her voice was crisp and sweet, and the aura of a small person could block the entire doorway.When he saw that there were guests behind his brother, his inflated momentum was vented, and he greeted with a red face.

The little eye knife kept poking at his brother.

Yukimura coaxed his younger sister, while Shiratura sat aside, and the hospitable Yukimura mother entertained him with a smile.

Brother Mao, who was blown up by Sister Lolita, went along with it as soon as he stroked it, and muttered, "I just recovered, how can I go on like this." Dumpdump went upstairs.

Xing Cun saw that Bai Cun looked over but did not look curious and inquiring, and said sadly: "Bai Cun-kun is not interested in me at all."

Also pretending to sigh.

Yukimura's mother is already serving dishes, and Yukimura's mother is not only enthusiastic, but also talkative. Eight generations of Baicun's ancestors will be dug out.

"I'm more interested in loli."

"If you are not afraid of death." That bright and sinister smile is beyond words.

Bai Cun was amused: "I'm not afraid of death, I'm afraid that death will be boring."

Only Baicun can laugh when Li Hai's head is smiling brightly, and Li Hai's tennis club will be bloody in seconds.

"Shiraimura-kun is still passive." Yukimura's smile was no longer threatening, but faintly resolute, "I, I must live healthy no matter what."

Bright, beautiful and full of vitality, Baicun stared at these eyes intently.

Sincerely said: "If you die young, please give me these eyes."

"...you won't stand a chance."

Yukimura was dumbfounded by Shiramura's regretful and unwillingness to give up. The character of the slender, wise and beautiful boy was about to collapse into a sick, perverted and beautiful boy.

At the dinner table, Yukimura's mother said that his father had a social event, and his sister had already eaten and was doing homework upstairs, so she continued to chat with Baicun.

The story of Baicun is half written, and it is time to thread the thread and draw out the following.

The father is an alcoholic gambler, the mother sheds tears every day, and after the father was resigned from his last job, he idled all day and became worse... and the grandparents, three aunts and six aunts, the characters are real and full, closely connected, intricate, clean and peaceful The voice of personal emotion fluctuates eloquently, and Yukimura's mother asked many times before the meal, and Shiratura arranged it all over again.

During the meal, the topic of my father continued. My father was imprisoned several times, the family was destitute, and my mother finally died of overwork.And that man committed a crime again, he also died, it turned out to be because of the victim, this is God's will...

Yukimura: "..." The ending of the story sounds familiar.

Yukimura's mother: "Good boy, don't be sad!"

Bai Cun bit his lip and tried to blink the mist out of his eyes.

Yukimura: "..." Actor.

Baicun continued the tragic past. The victim was only 14 years old. Before that, he never knew that his father ruined a 14-year-old young girl in such a beast! He was even killed!

Yukimura: "..." Listen to it as a stand-up comic.

The very upright Yukimura's mother suddenly lost her voice: "Could it be the child of Mie's family!"

Yukimura: "..." Double talk.

Bai Cun bowed his head deeply in guilt, and said that the father's debt will be paid by the son, and he will be responsible for his father's evil deeds back then, and he must find the victim to make amends!

Yukimura: "..." I was really moved.

After all, Yukimura is Yukimura. He propped his chin, squinted his eyes, and listened attentively to Baicun's story. It can be said that he was watching the fire from the other side, watching his mother's lively performance and Baicun's excellent singing and writing performance.

Yukimura’s mother has limited knowledge. The child in the Mie family’s accident is named Mie Aoi. The circumstances of the case are unknown. It’s just that the child dropped out of school after being rescued. He was taken care of by doctors and psychologists at home for two years. The 16-year-old suddenly left with his luggage in one day. No, their family members did not look for them either.No one dared to inquire about this rashly in front of others, because they didn't know if the parents knew about it, and why the child left.

Bai Cunqiang put up a smiling face and nodded, unable to hide his disappointment.

Yukimura's mother: "It's not your fault, you don't have to do these things, kid."

Bai Cun: "Well, I will let it go."

Yukimura: "..."

It's a ghost if he gives up.

Bai Cun: The clue is broken, go directly to the police station tomorrow to cheat the files.

Yukimura found that Shiratura's ability to tell lies is really... tsk tsk, worth learning.

Everyone in Tokyo should be thankful that Bai Cun pretended to be dumb in front of them.

After dinner, Yukimura practiced on the specially opened tennis court in the courtyard, while Shiratura sat far away.

"Parents dead?" The ball hit the wall hard.

"No problem."

"Atonement?" The air of swinging the racket stirred up Bai Cun's broken hair.

"My murderous father will be pleased."

"Hey~" Yukimura sighed softly, his strength was swift and violent, and the afterimage of the tennis ball flew past Shiramura's cheek, his tone was full of sympathy, "It's so pitiful."

Bai Cun sat on the grass with his knees hugged, the moonlight was quiet, he smiled slightly, his eyes were dark, and there was a red mark on the cheek where the tennis ball flew over, he just looked at Yukimura who was also smiling like a lily blooming with a smile.

Bai Cun said, "You are not to my liking."

Yukimura lowered his smile and looked down at Shiramura from a high position.

"You are a teenager in the true sense, with enthusiasm and conviction."

"Maybe I'm mad at me for lying, but I just don't like the truth."

Yukimura threw away his racket and walked towards him. He wore a sportswear jacket on his shoulders, which would not fall off during practice. He wore a white hair band on his forehead, which was more blurred and cool blue-purple under the moonlight.

Yukimura said, "That's an unnecessary lie."

Bai Cun tilted his head sadly: "If you don't need lies, I have no stories to tell."

"In fact, I don't understand many things, let alone talk about them."

All the classmates in the school suddenly bullied him, his parents suddenly died in a car accident, and the boy suddenly wanted to die crazily.

Did he really think that way, Bai Cunye really thought that way, everything happened so suddenly, he felt inexplicable, did not understand, had obstacles in understanding the world, felt lost, even hated the world, and wanted to leave .

Yukimura knelt down in front of him.

This is the truth, there is no emotion on his face, his tone is monotonous, completely opposite to the moving expression and tone at dinner, but Yukimura's heart trembles slightly for him at this moment.

If other people let him down, Yukimura will not get angry, and will just row him further and further flatly.It is precisely because of my eyesight that I am interested in him and have expectations, so I am angry with him.

"Too……"

Yukimura waited for his next words, but saw that his face was stained with crimson.

"It's also the mother who likes Yukimura-kun." Bai Cun was embarrassed, and lowered his eyes as if he really didn't want to admit that he was still in need of love, "She is a good mother, very gentle."

"..."

Yukimura saw his long and dense eyelashes trembling slightly, and the heat on his face persisted for a long time, was he shy?

Using tragic stories to try to attract attention and gain sympathy as a child, the scheming and smooth-tongued impression he had just settled on Yukimura also collapsed.

"It's not an example."

Fooled over, sorry that is also a lie.

However, Bai Cun showed surprise and shook his head.

And whoever tells you that it doesn't suit your taste is true, Yukimura is undoubtedly a very desirable person, maybe his characters are not compatible, maybe his life is low and his fortune is poor, in short, he can't bear the different eyes of such a person, from the very beginning he never wanted to have a deep friendship .But Yukimura is undoubtedly arrogant, and it is unexpected that he can forgive.

Yukimura saw the red mark on his cheek and pulled him up.

"Go back to sleep."

On the second day after coming to Kanagawa, Yukimura planned to continue to watch strongly on the weekend.

Shiraura bid farewell to Yukimura's mother in a thoughtful and respectful manner.

"I don't really have an Oedipus complex..."

"You will." Yukimura shrugged, "It's too obvious."

"It's fine if your mother is my mother."

"Otherwise..." Yukimura raised Shiraimura's chin, raised his brows, and rolled his eyes, "I'll marry you?"

Bai Cun thought for a while: "I can wait for your sister."

Yukimura suddenly smiled grimly.

"……Kidding."

Yukimura's smile remained the same, but Shiramura was helpless.

"Your sister is so cute."

Seeing Xingcun's complexion, Baicun heaved a sigh of relief, the attribute of the sister-controlling demon king is not easy to mess with.

Bai Cun found the public security bureau that handled the case that was reported in the news, and randomly called someone out to inquire about the policemen who had worked there for more than 11 years.

The Public Security Bureau is small, and there are not many major cases that can be published in the newspapers. The old employees should have some impressions of such obvious cases 11 years ago.

Bai Cun called the young policeman out without revealing the real reason for his visit, because no one would care if he came to investigate something for fun.The young man who was called out by strangers for no apparent reason and was secretly vigilant, under Baicun's few words and nice and well-behaved appearance, got all the tricks out of him. Yukimura watched the whole process and expressed his appreciation.

As for why not directly pick the old ones and ask the persimmons the soft ones, just ask the seniors who have been in the police force for more than ten years, and it will be fine if you don't get yourself involved.Find someone who is easy to ask for information, and if you are prepared, talk to a softer insider.

The person who made an appointment was a policewoman who had worked in the civil service for more than ten years. She asked about the case 11 years ago, and the other party really asked what the purpose was.

The old senior was overwhelmed by maternal love and was so moved that he told her everything she knew.

At about 11:[-] on a certain day [-] years ago, the police were called and they rushed to the scene. The prisoner was completely out of shape and breathless. He died on the way to the hospital, bleeding too much.The victim girl was unarmed and also injured. Her ribs, arms, hands, and nails were all broken and internal injuries. The scene of the crime was full of blood and minced flesh.

The police were dumbfounded at the scene after analyzing the incident. The little girl bit off the prisoner's throat like a wild animal with such ferocity, and she didn't let go. It was at this time that the prisoner broke her arm.After the prisoner lost his blood and became weak, she not only gnawed on his flesh and tore it with her teeth, but also tore every wound she gnawed with her severed hand as if unconsciously, and dug down the flesh with her nails, which was extremely crazy.

The prisoner's arms and head could not be seen, but his lower body was crushed by the heel of the shoe, and turned into a meat paste bit by bit with the toe of the shoe.

Until the child in a semi-conscious state was sent to the ambulance, she still held a bloody tongue that had been snapped off tightly in her hand and did not let go.

Until the case was closed, the child remained numb and did not respond to the outside world.

Intermittent narration, the old policewoman felt terrible and sad, warming her hands with hot tea.

Yukimura Hakumura: Wow!

☆、Chapter Eleven

The feedback from the Atobe people was limited. He couldn't figure out why Baicun went to Kanagawa after selling his paintings. The reason in the text message was not convincing at all. Is this something normal people can do?To find inspiration or run from him?

The more I think about it, the more irritable I become, but I haven't changed into a cat, but... I have an extra pair of eyes.

After the stupid cat swallowed the glass beads, he was still alive and kicking. Atobu found that he would not return to the cat's body, but he could see everything in the cat's field of vision, sharing the same senses.

The painting style of Hot-Blooded Boys Manga has completely changed.

At the beginning, I was not used to the two split-screen views, and I almost hit the wall when I was walking. Uncle Atobe, who is he, can quickly switch views randomly.

The hot-blooded youth competition has turned into a golden finger fantasy and supernatural painting style, which looks very powerful, but what's the use of it, if the stupid cat's action route can be commanded, it is equivalent to an extra biological bug, but the stupid cat drills it every day What kind of places are they? The life of a stray cat makes it instinctively drill into the trash can, and basically hides in bright and crowded places, so Atobu has to hold back and ignore it.

What is even more tiring is the missing little mute. The reason he made up for self-treatment sounds like he has given up treatment. The psychiatrist appointed by Atobe is well-known in China. He came to Tokyo and heard that the patient had run away. After a few lectures, he flew abroad for seminars will go.

He is really running away from him.

It can be seen that his purpose is not pure?A socially handicapped idiot so sharp?But he didn't show any concern, not to mention that Master Atobu's purpose was not that impure.

I don't know which one of the 800 million gods is blessed, the problem of the supernatural event was solved smoothly, and a little sequelae are not to be feared.The investigation and punishment of Bingdi's bullying incident was issued, and the transfer application was approved, but the treatment was ignored because of his willfulness.

When Bai Cun came back, even though he was still dumb, Atobe had completed his merits in this matter.

And from the beginning to the end, Baicun didn't stay in Atobe's gorgeous mansion for a full day, so there was no need to live there.

Little people can really do it!

Uncle Atobe said that the stupid cat might be a matter of life to him, and he would stay in Buckingham Palace Atobe, both cats and people.

"This is?"

The youth of this house.

"Society dinner."

"It's still early to break up." This season is the last semester, and it's approaching graduation from high school. There are basically no major competitions in the third grade of clubs. It's the season of farewell.

"So of course it's not a breakup." Yukimura casually gave him a look of 'I can't be more sunny in my heart'.

"Wouldn't it be fun to call the teacher for club activities?" Bai Cun turned his gaze to one of the slightly dark-skinned and serious-faced members.

Genichiro Sanada: ...

Lihai's bottom-level recruited staff held back their laughter: Pfft!

It is said that it is the bottom, and the three giants of Lihai are all bottom.

A sentence that did not lower the volume made the originally lively and noisy atmosphere freeze instantly.

Seeing Sanada's black face, Yukimura smiled unkindly.

Liu Lianer took out a small notebook to record the data, good data...

Originally, the public in Lihai was full of interest in the friend who came out of the minister, and it looked very natural, but after thinking about the attributes and urine of the minister, no one thought it was cute. Combined with the present, it really is natural black.

"Hahaha, the deputy department is the senior!"

Marui Jinta opened his mouth to smooth things over, and the others continued to eat, eat and chat along the way.

Bai Cun nodded in agreement.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, the minister's deputy department is not easy to deal with, and the Huatou can't win if you can't use force, the deputy department's post is the best.

"Only a racket image."

Genichiro Sanada: ...

Lihai's lower-level staff: cough cough!

Yukimura laughed.

"I'm sorry, I said something impolite." Bai Cun said apologetically.

Maybe you can turn over this page.

"Because it's not easy to lie."

I can't help but say it!

Yukimura couldn't help laughing, even thinking about how angry he was for lying last night, and had to say that he held grudges just like him.

Finally, everyone couldn't hold back their laughter, and Sanada's face darkened.

"It's so lax!"

Convergence in an instant, the audience was silent.

"So nostalgic!" Bai Cun recalled, "The deceased great-grandpa asked his family members so much before."

Please don't play age stalks!!!

Yukimura had seen enough of Sanada's black face and suppressed a smile: "Okay, don't make fun of him, Genichiro is just serious."

"Well, Sanada-kun is mature and manly."

Finally heard a good word from him!

"Sorry for being rude." Bai Cun sincerely apologized.

"Too slack." Sanada's face softened.

"Contrary to the vice minister, the minister's friend is as beautiful as a flower and can talk~" the white-haired fox teased with narrowed eyes.

"Well, the patron likes it."

Yukimura rubbed his face and smiled sourly.

Anyone with something in their mouth choked.

OMG! He looks serious!

Nioh Masaharu let out a dry cough, and kept silent while hiding his merit and fame.

"Isn't the joke funny?" Bai Cun looked disappointed.

This serious joke skill.

Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay.After all, the person brought by the minister, otherwise... make him laugh?

"If you don't laugh, I will cry."

I really want to cut him with a tennis ball, but now he laughs so terribly...

"Is this joke not funny?"

Ha ha.

funny.

Everyone winked at each other, let's put a sack on him after the end, and secretly prevent the minister from finding out.

They are all good boys, and finally decided to endure it. It's not like they haven't been bullied by the minister before.

Seeing their faces, Bai Cun made up the small theater, and couldn't help laughing.

Said to Yukimura: "Kun Yukimura's members are really interesting."

All the members found that the aura of being beaten by the friends brought by the minister had finally dissipated, and Duanfang sat there looking gentle and calm.

Personal.

"They're all good kids too." Bai Cun smiled.

Yukimura also smiled.

Everyone was shocked, but the Minister's smile was still thrilling.

In fact, Sanada had already seen that the people led by Yukimura were teasing those stupid members, so he could only keep silent and let Yukimura go.

What followed was much more normal.Bai Cun stopped talking, and everyone in the club was having a good time.

After bidding farewell to the members with Yukimura in the afternoon, Shiramura stood far away from Mie's house and stared at it for a long time.

There are still doubts, why did you leave home, really depressed and self-mutilated because of the shadow of the incident?

"Want to visit?"

"Wait for me to make up a reason."

"I thought Bai Cun-kun was always talking about it."

"Okay, I'm actually distracted."

"Where did Shiramura-kun come from?" Yukimura stood beside him.

Bai Cun paused.

"Tokyo."

"How is Mie-san doing in Tokyo?"

Of course Yukimura didn't know that Mie was in Tokyo, and he wasn't sure that Shiraura had seen her. Shiraura always had to find out about this matter before he came to investigate, so Yukimura guessed that Mie had met with Shiramura, which aroused his interest in asking the truth.

After learning about the events of the year in detail, Yukimura doesn't know how to feel about that gentle and aggressive sister next door.

"She's fine." Bai Cun replied.

The villa area is far apart from each other, the planning is beautiful, the vegetation is verdant, it does not show the bleakness of autumn, but the brilliance of autumn.

A black Toyota drove into the garage of the triple house, and a middle-aged man in a suit walked in.

Yukimura followed Shiraura who suddenly acted from a distance with great interest.

Ringing the doorbell, a gray-haired woman in her forties opened the door, she was silent, she was the hostess of the house with her well-dressed clothes.

"Excuse me, is this Yukimura house?"

Bai Cun looked through the crack of the door to see the host sitting on the sofa, pulling his tie and reading a newspaper, with a serious face.

The woman shook her head, and was about to close the door, but Bai Cun held it against the door. The woman trembled in fright, and the person who asked for help looked back, and then turned back again.

"Excuse me, how should I go, Yukimura?"

"Over there." The woman raised a fingertip and pointed, and quickly closed the door.

Bai Cun walked back to Yukimura, Yukimura didn't ask, and walked back slowly with him.

"It's better not to disturb her family." Bai Cun sighed quietly.

Because there are already satisfactory answers.

"Shiramura-kun values ​​Mie-san very much."

"illusion."

Yukimura smiled, turned his head to look at the half-sunken sunset, the orange halo covered everything in sight, the hard-edged buildings, the soft and flat lawn, and a flowering plant that was about to pass by not far away. The hibiscus has become warm and soft, making people want to record this beautiful scenery.

Returning to Yukimura's house again, Shiraura originally planned to return to Tokyo in the afternoon, but was dragged to Yukimura's club dinner and was delayed.

After talking with Yukimura's mother for a while, Shiramura went to Yukimura's studio.

"Where's that brother?"

"In the studio, is Kazumiko going to find him?"

Kazumi blinked her big eyes, she just whispered to that brother, shook her head, sat obediently next to her real brother and was hugged, her little head resting softly on Yukimura's shoulder.

"Hemiko will have a gift later." After quietly reading with her brother for a long time, Kazuko couldn't help but speak.

Yukimura raised his eyebrows, and before he could ask, Shiramura came over with two A3-sized paintings.

Two watercolors, one with purple hair and purple eyes, Yuxue's lovely sister Kazuko is blowing soap bubbles on her cheeks under the sun, her long eyelashes seem to be inhabiting a rainbow.

The other one is today's sunset. The watercolor renders a blurry and dreamy world. On one side of the picture, there is a silhouette that is not very clear, handsome and straight.

Thanking Kazumiko, happily holding her gift in circles, bouncing around to show off to Yukimura's mother.

Yukimura was stunned. Compared to being amazed by his painting skills, he felt that something that he wanted to treasure was equally loved by another person, and he shared it with you with a tacit understanding.

It feels so good.

"Thank you."

"No, I'm going home."

"Urgent?" In a few hours it will be early morning.

"I miss my cat."

Bai Cun pushed open the door and said with a smile, "I hope that Lord Jin will not raise my cat to death. Bye."

"Goodbye."

Yukimura held the painting, looked at it for a long time, and decided to frame it and hang it up tomorrow.

Uncle Atobe had a good day of vacation. Since Baicun didn't seem to be coming back for a while, Atobe didn't go to the tennis club for a few days. He missed his main candidates very much. He invited them to be guests in the evening and "received them well" .

The next day, the young man who lived directly at Atobe's house looked sluggish and went downstairs with black eyes. At five o'clock in the morning, he was about to run laps under the beautiful morning sun on the weekend.

In the living room downstairs, apart from the housekeeper and servant, there was a young boy of the same age, petting the cat with one hand, flipping through the book on his lap with the other, humming a Spanish ditty, the gentle and lingering melody, as if expressing his deep love for his lover.

The young man's clear and clean voice, with a little hoarseness, clearly bites the romantic words unique to Spanish.

The teenagers stopped, but Feng and Ren, who knew a little Spanish, froze.

"unsecretome confióque ya intuíayo (I confided a secret, I intuitively think), tucarnees unmal pasajero, lamuerteesuna amigafiel (your flesh is a poor traveler, a corpse is a faithful friend), enquiensiquieres confiarnuncateva atraicionar. (He will never betray you if you trust him). "

"Ybailaremoslosdos (We both dance)."

"sobreeltumoryeldolor (towards lump and pain), Lamuerteesalrededor (dead body around)."

"sobrelaherida unúltimobeso (last kiss towards the wound)."

"unúltimobeso (last kiss)."

The teenagers applauded spontaneously, which was really pleasant beyond the normal level.

Shinozu Kazuho: ... I hope he doesn't understand the meaning of this song.

"good morning everyone."

Bai Cun turned his head and greeted with a gentle smile.

In fact, there are not many people who think that Baicun is dumb, and it is not until Renzu realizes that Baicun has recovered his language ability. There are grounds for suspecting that he is pretending to be dumb, such as pretending to be pitiful and sympathetic. I can talk... No matter what, Atobe should know.

The members did not dare to reveal that the Ministry and Bai Village lived together, and they didn't know about Bai Village's dumbness. They were far away at that time, but they felt that the minister and Bai Village were acting abnormally.Other Bingdi students who passed by that day also saw them sitting together, scandals were flying all over Bingdi, and the teenagers hesitated for a while whether to call sister-in-law.

Atobe got up in good spirits, heard it, and happened to know more than a little Spanish, and was standing at the stairs on the second floor, standing still, going out for a trip not only succeeded in the treatment, but also spoke a lot, and the murderous attribute increased every day Is it?

"What are you doing stuck here? You still have morning exercises, Supervisor Huadi."

The teenagers went out to run laps.

Unable to hold back his feet, he deliberately woke up Cilang who was stunned after listening to the song when he was running around, and kindly translated a few lines of the lyrics for his friends.

All the teenagers: "..." In fact, ignorance is bliss.

During the meal, their eyes were strange, but Baicun didn't mind, so he took a few mouthfuls of meaning and went back to his room to catch up on sleep.

So it was Atobe who received the strange gaze.

Atobe: "..."

I probably understand what's going on, but there's nothing to explain.

After that greeting, Bai Cun did not speak again.

Bai Cun also gave up on catching up on sleep, although he didn't sleep after reading all night after he came back in the early morning.On the way back to the room to find the bed, he saw a room with the door open, with good lighting, an easel and paints, and the positions of the easel and paint buckets were the same as his habit.

The butler came over with a smile and said something before leaving.

Said it was prepared by the young master.

Bai Cun walked in and sat in front of the easel. Originally, he wanted to daub the paint to draw the scenery, but when he realized it, the sketch paper was already a pencil outline and eyebrows of a person. With his eyes closed, the outline was handsome and delicate, and the lines were simple and smooth. , obviously painted thousands of times, by heart.

Regardless of Yukimura, Atobe and their members, all the sports boys, they are full of youth and vigor.

Baicun liked it very much.

Of course, Yukimura belongs to the same category and repels each other. They have similarities in their personalities. Yukimura considers them confidants, but Shiraura doesn't like them.

As far as Bai Cun can remember, he has never been passionate about anything, but there are many things he hates.Painting is a part of his life, naturally, not fanatical.Just like a pudding with only one bite left, it doesn’t take much effort to eat and waste anyway, and there is no need to waste such a high painting talent anyway.

So I envy them, this kind of real and lively young soul, the persistence of loving things, enjoying the process of becoming stronger, Bai Cun's painting skills have been improving, but he has always taken it for granted, like it but not enthusiastic.

And Atobe is very special. He has always done a good job. He has always been equal and tolerant to the "pervert" of Baicun who coveted him. He is a good boy with high spirits.There is a domineering demeanor of a leader, and he treats people with sincerity.

Atobe-san is especially beautiful.

...In short, what a boy.

Bai Cun sighed, where did his vitality go.

However, it is enough to appreciate but not envy.

The door was already open, and Atobe came in after knocking on the door a few times. Hearing the sound, Baicun picked up the paint brush and wanted to paint the painting at first, but felt that it was too much to cover up, so his movements froze.

Atobe looked at himself on the drawing paper in surprise, as if he was about to open his eyes at any time, but didn't say what he wanted to say for a moment.

Then, there was a red mark on his head on the paper.

Atobe: "..."

more embarrassing.

With a shake of his hand, Bai Cun put the brush back into the red paint bucket, resisting the urge to cover his face.

Atobu's forehead twitched, but he was still not angry: "Are you willing to speak?"

Bai Village thought it was reasonable for him to come to issue an order to evict the guest, but he didn't, and after hearing this, he thought he knew he was pretending to be dumb.

"Uncle Ben... and your cat are very close..."

"You want my cat?"

"Ah." Interrupting my words, the tolerance for him is too high.

These days ugly cats are being robbed.

"Of course, my uncle comes from sincerity."

"Make an offer."

"..." This seems to be the line of my uncle, what about a noble young man who is not afraid of the rich and powerful?

Atobe will undoubtedly not treat Mao Mao badly, Shiramura believes in his character, there is nothing wrong with Mao Mao staying here.

"As much as you want."

"Take that glass bead in exchange."

"..." In the cat's belly.

"The ones given to my uncle will not be returned, but on one condition."

Baicun narrowed his eyes.

Atobe looked back at each other with a proud face.

Bai Cun nodded knowingly, forget it.He liked the glass bead, and struggled to pull it out of the cat's mouth.

"Then..." Bai Cun turned his head to look out the window, and was stunned, "It's nothing."

Atobe was startled, looking at his dark eyes, always felt that he would rush over and jump out of the window.

His eyes are beautiful, but upon closer inspection, he finds that his eyes are empty at this moment.

Atobe remembered that he had a crush on him. Looking at the reaction, he knew that he had lost the things he gave him. How would the conversation proceed?

Atobe turned and left.

It's not that Atobe is ruthless, there are too many people who love him, like him and admire him. He didn't get too entangled in other people's emotions before.

Secret love is a mediocre one-man show, if the loved one doesn't deliberately trample on that heart, everything has nothing to do with him.

What's more, all sadness is just a brain supplement.

The studio was empty, the sun was blown by floating clouds, Bai Cun saw the red marks on half of the head of the person in the painting, and dipped his brush in the paint.

A bright red rose entwined with thorns touched the boy's brows and eyes with nostalgia, revealing the tear mole at the corner of the eye, coquettish and gorgeous.

Anyway, the circle is back.

The author has something to say: the title of the song "Mengeleyelamor"

Full text of lyrics

This song describes "love" in Joseph Mengele's perspective.The Nazi doctor known as the "Angel of Death" brought pain and despair to hundreds of thousands of people.During the torture and killing, his only lover from beginning to end is the scalpel in his hand.

☆、Chapter Twelve

Bai Cun still went to catch up on sleep, and went to see Miss Sanchong at noon, and it didn't take long, and he slept until morning when he came back.

The curtains were not drawn yesterday afternoon, today