Personality

The sky has gradually darkened, and the surrounding scenery has become blurred.The lights shining on the beach in the distance only give us a faint outline of the scene in front of us.The closer one gets to darkness, the more sensitive one's senses become.The fiery illusion of sunshine that filled the day has sunk into darkness, and only by sitting still can one resist the revived true self.I am a person who has always believed in dark theory, it has nothing to do with my profession, it is just an innate intuition.

Jin suddenly became very silent, I asked him if he was hungry and if he needed dinner.He just smiled and said: If I can, I just want to drink a cup of black coffee without sugar.

We went back to the house and only turned on a few wall lamps. In the dim light, I made a cup of coffee for JIN.He sat on the sofa thoughtfully, as if he was thinking about how to continue the story.I saw his frowning, subconsciously looking at the phone in front of the mirror by the door.It's already seven o'clock, and it hasn't rang. It seems that my friend is going to miss the appointment tonight.That's good though, because I haven't finished a brownie at all.

Putting the coffee in front of JIN, JIN took a sip, and I asked, do you need a cigarette?He shook his head and continued the story.

At one o'clock in the morning, Kazuya drank milk with sleeping pills and finally fell asleep.I looked at his sleeping face like an angel.The devil is not him, he is my angel.Regardless of whether he killed someone or not, in my eyes he is Angleo who is sleeping peacefully beside me at this moment.

At ten o'clock, I cook a pot of porridge in the kitchen, and I can eat it when I wake up.The after-dawn ending is in sight, with only a few hours left.The people I love and I can only wait for it to come.

I don't know why, but my heart is very peaceful.No fear at all.I feel that as long as He Ye is still by my side at this moment, I should take care of him wholeheartedly and give him the care he deserves.Even if all I can do is cook a pot of porridge for him slowly.

Stewed chicken porridge with preserved eggs, boil it slowly for an hour, and then you can eat it.When I was about to add salt, I found that there was no salt in the kitchen.Kazuya seemed to be in a deep sleep, so I picked up the keys, changed my shoes, and walked to the nearby 24-hour supermarket to buy salt.The supermarket was empty, and the salesman fell asleep. I didn't know if I should wake him up, so I just walked around the supermarket bored, waiting for him to wake up by himself.

At [-]:[-], I turned off the fire on time, and the aroma of porridge filled the whole kitchen.I carefully spooned it into a white porcelain basin pattern bowl, and carried it into Kazuya's room.But he found that He Ye had already woken up, his forehead was covered with sweat, and his fingers were gripping the sheets very tightly.Jen, I just had a really scary dream.His face was like a piece of fragile white paper, as if it would be torn apart with just a little force.I hurriedly put down the bowl, gently held his hand that was tangled in the bed sheet, and softly murmured hypnotically in his ear: It's okay, Kazuya, no matter what happens, I'm by your side, I will always be there.The porridge is ready, may I feed you some?

Kazuya's eyes never left my face for a moment, and only then did I truly feel how attached he is to me.Sleeping pills obviously weren't enough to get rid of his nightmares, but I could.Without saying a word, I leaned over and kissed his cold lips, our lips and teeth are close together, no one can separate us.Since the moment he stabbed the sharp knife he had hidden in advance into the chest of the doctor who has been pestering and blackmailing him, only I can pull Kazuya back from the boundless fear.If you can't be a tree on the cliff, let me and you catch me when you fall, then I would rather we fall together.into the darkness of the abyss.

He said, I believe you, I believe you did not kill him.

I was also in his hair at that time, and said this sentence very lightly: I love you, Kazuya.I believe you, you didn't kill him.

Kazuya's tears, streaming down my shirt, were hot enough to penetrate my skin and my heart.

There are many things, it doesn't matter what the truth is, as long as we believe, it is the truth in our eyes.

That bowl of porridge is still cold, and it's not what I need, it's just me.

The next day, Shikazu woke me up with a gentle kiss on the edge of the bed.When I opened my eyes, I saw his gaze resting on my face piously, his chin resting lightly on the edge of the bed, the tears kept flowing silently, across the somewhat pale face, which was still amazingly beautiful.This is the person I love with all my heart. He is the person I love. My lover has only one name, Kamenashi Kazuya.

For the first time, He also showed a warm smile in the morning sun, and he said, it's all right, Ren.My heart was shocked, and I saw the newspaper in his hand. The headline was that the clinic was stolen in the middle of the night, and the psychiatrist was killed in the crematorium.I later learned that the police had been investigating for a long time, but they could not get any more valuable clues to prove whether this murder was a vendetta or a fugitive.A fire caused by an overturned scented lamp ignited the curtains, and all the medical records and traces that could be traced were burned to the ground.

I didn't speak, and leaned forward to kiss my Kazuya with my upper lip.

On a rare and peaceful morning, the sunlight quietly filled the room through the windows.

Except for a corner where the sun never shines.

After that incident, we returned to our previous peaceful life.I never bring up old things in front of Kazuya, and Kazuya's temperament seems to gradually show his simple side.

When he smiled at me, when he acted like a baby beside me, I could easily feel that this introverted and silent man loved me.I can't simply use the word happiness to describe our happy days.In order to get more time with him, I moved to his apartment and started our cohabitation life.Every day I wake up, I can see him sleeping peacefully next to me, and even the gray sky in Tokyo that has always bored me becomes clear and bright.As long as Kazuya smiles lightly, my world is full of warm sunshine.

When spring came, Kazuya and I went to Paris, France.That should be the happiest time since we met. Almost every day, the two of us are together, wandering around aimlessly, and going to the Louvre to see world-famous paintings together.The open-air cafe next to the Champs-Elysees Avenue in Paris, where we sit in the sun every afternoon.The aroma of coffee, during the days in France, gradually replaced the faint smell of tobacco on Kazuya, who seldom smoked.

In the hotel where we stayed, when we opened the window, we could see the Seine River lit up in the evening.There are always people walking or dancing there, the romantic French, the cheerful and melodious music of foreign countries, looming in from the open window, Kazuya leaning quietly in my arms, my cheek gently rubbing his hair, mouth Humming a tune that I made up indiscriminately.He always laughed at me and hummed and got out of tune, I didn't bother to refute, I just picked him up and threw him on the bed to make love.

I remember that when he said those three words to me for the first time, I was so embarrassed that I shed tears.

It was during a wine tasting in a farm on the outskirts of Paris. The chef led us guests to visit his farm, and he also stopped under a thick cherry tree in the manor. Cherries can be picked at will in France. .I watched him stand on tiptoe, trying hard to pick off a bunch of purple-red cherries on the branch, just like a playful and curious child, eager to get his beloved toy.I walked over and stretched out my arms to pick off the delicate fruit for him. He stared at me with wide eyes in surprise, and showed that naughty childish smile again.Looking left and right, he saw that there was no one around, so he gently took the cherry stems in his mouth and brought them to my lips.

Under the cherry tree with green branches and leaves, we kissed under the branch covered with wine-red cherries. The sweet taste of the cherry tree cannot match the mellow fragrance of the lips and tongue.

I opened my eyes slightly, and saw Kazuya's long eyelashes fluttering slightly, and those starry eyes were close at hand, full of smiles.The pink lips glowed faintly after the long kiss.

I love you, Jen.

The cherries fell sweetly to the ground, and he tiptoed to kiss me again.At that moment, I was sure that he was happy, and we were all happy.

We know we are in love.