Salvation equals death

When Hong Jiaodong came back with snacks, he opened the room and saw the slender and thin back of the young girl. She gently hugged the white-haired woman in her arms. The silver hair was almost transparent under the sunlight.

Seeing this scene like an angel descending into the world, Hong Jiaodong was slightly taken aback, but the girl who heard the movement had already turned her head, showing an apologetic smile.

"Sorry, Jiao Dong, I used a personality on your mother."

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"My mother does suffer from bipolar disorder. Although she has improved in the past few years, her mood is occasionally unstable."

In the Japanese grocery store, Hong Jiao Dong slurped cold soba noodles, and explained in a low voice: "The healing personality is very rare, let alone the healing personality that acts on the psychological level, don't take it to heart, I should thank you. "

There is an international personality protection law. People who have not obtained a hero license are not allowed to use their own personality on others, even if the healing personality is the same, because some healing personality has the possibility of causing adverse consequences after all. For example, the personality of the healing girl consumes physical strength to heal Trauma, but sometimes if the injury is too severe, it will cause other people to lose strength or even die.

"Her sleep time may be extended these days, but it will gradually get better after a while." Chiyo shook her head and threw the okra out of her rice bowl, "Everything will be fine."

Hong Jiaodong took a mouthful of noodles in silence, then suddenly raised his head and said, "Chiyo, picky eaters are not good."

Chiyo, who was pointed out by a single sentence, held a chopsticks of evil okra tempura, her clear golden eyes blinked innocently, and then she said confidently, "It is said in the book that a boyfriend cannot say that a girlfriend is not good!"

After confirming the relationship, Chiyo went to find a lot of love books as a reference, and also tried to make cute reactions that "normal girls" would do in the process of getting along, such as acting like a baby...

"Oh." It's a pity that she was facing a straight man with a will of steel. Facing the girlfriend's accusation, the young man only seemed indifferent and asked cutely, "Does that book say what a boyfriend should do?" ?”

Chiyo thought for a while, brought the chopsticks of okra tempura to Hong Jiaodong's mouth, and said solemnly: "Generally speaking, boyfriends will pamper and help girlfriends eat leftovers."

"Oh." Hong Jiao Dong opened his mouth and ate the disgusted okra, chewed and swallowed it, picked up the water celery in the cold buckwheat noodle box as a decoration, and sent it to Chiyo's mouth in the same way, expressionless, But his eyes are full of "pet me".

One looks at okra like a sinner who rebelled against the gods, and the other looks at water celery like looking at a scumbag father announcing someone.

The two stared at each other in silence for a while, Chiyo still silently probed over to eat the water celery.

The two were doing a serious business with serious faces, but the orange-haired girl next to her with two bow ties was covered in blood from the conversation, and the tall young man sitting next to him even took out his notebook and wrote furiously.

The weather was not beautiful, the morning was sunny and fine, but in the afternoon it started to rain.

Chiyo and Hong Jiaodong are not people without plans. They checked the weather forecast long before going out, so they each brought an umbrella.

"It's raining, does Chiyo want to go home or go to a nearby cafe?" Naturally, it is impossible to spend the weekend completely in the hospital, so Hong Jiaodong specially consulted the guide to arrange the plan.

Whether it's two people sitting at home enjoying the rain and watching TV, or enjoying a leisurely afternoon with a cup of coffee and dessert in a nearby cafe, it's a very beautiful thing.

As long as two people are together, even the flow of time will become so gentle, as gentle as a tune of gurgling water.

——It can flow for as long as a lifetime.

"Don't you have to buy the things you need for the camp later?" Chiyo tugged at her sleeves to block the restless black ink running around on her arms, "Go to my house."

The parting after the last fireworks festival was a bit hasty, before Chiyo had time to tell Hong Jiaodong that she had prepared a room for him.

Chiyo didn't know if doing this would reassure the wandering little boy in his childhood.

Turning the wheelchair back into the compressed mechanical ball, Chiyo opened the umbrella and followed Hong Jiaodong to go out, but was interrupted by the scream of the system.

[Stop it, stop it!It's so ugly, what kind of weird scene is this? !Can couples walk down the street with an umbrella alone? !Look at the next table!The next table didn't bring an umbrella!Hurry up and do your part as a hero and lend out your umbrella! 】

The system is becoming more and more shrewd, and Chiyo loves the innocuous little things as much as he can, so he prepared to lend his umbrella to the orange-haired girl at the next table as the system ordered...

Then Chiyo and Hong Jiaodong watched helplessly as the 1.9-meter boy suddenly put his coat on his head and pulled out a small space to cover the 1.5-meter orange-haired girl. out.

Two seconds later, the two of them rushed back "ahhhhhhh", but they had already been drenched in water.

Chiyo and Hong Jiaodong looked at each other, their eyes filled with "Are all couples so good at playing now, do you want to try it with Chiyo/Jiaodong"?

"I feel like I've seen the wild Shawarang and Pyras." Chiyo lent the orange-haired girl the umbrella, thanked her and walked out holding Hong's scorching hand, smiling, "I want to throw a poke ball over there. "

"Is this the way normal couples get along?" Hong Jiaodong asked the straight man in confusion. He held up the umbrella and held Chiyo's hand on his arm to reduce the occupied area under the umbrella.

"It is said in the book that love can make people not like themselves. Maybe some behaviors that ordinary people can't understand are sweet pleasures between lovers—" Chiyo saw the orange-haired girl walking in front of the two before she finished speaking. Holding the umbrella in one hand, holding his face in his hands, he didn't know what to think of, and twisted around happily, so because of the height difference, the umbrella was snapped on the boy's head like a hat, "...I guess."

Chiyo: "..."

Hong Jiaodong: "..."

The two looked at each other, you looked at me and I looked at you, and finally Hong Jiaodong said: "Chiyo, don't learn."

"Yeah." Chiyo nodded seriously, but when he turned his head and looked back, he found that the person holding the umbrella had turned into the tall young man. He thought he was considerate and tilted the umbrella a little towards the orange-haired girl.

However, the height difference between the two is really touching, so the accumulated rainwater on the umbrella just poured on the orange-haired girl's head...

The two of them just walked away silently... silently...

Hong Jiaodong: "..."

Chiyo: "..."

Chiyo tilted his head to look at Hong Jiaodong, and said in exactly the same tone as before, "Jiao Dong, you don't want to learn."

——The two walking in the rain decided to throw away all those messy love guidance books after returning home.

#What kind of sand sculptures are written. #

Although he brought an umbrella, it was inevitable to get it in heavy rain. When the two arrived home, Chiyo was refreshed, but Hong Jiaodong's sleeves and trousers were wet.

"Change your clothes, Jiao Dong." Chiyo pushed him into his room, "Everything is ready, I'll make you a bowl of ginger soup, be careful not to catch a cold."

At this time, the weather has turned cold, and it will snow after a while. Even if a member of the hero department is in good health, there is no guarantee that there will be diseases and evils entering the body.

Hong Jiaodong didn't react at first, until he was pushed into the room with a towel in his arms, he suddenly came back to his senses.

The ancient Japanese-style house is clean and simple. Be it the bedding or the daily necessities on the table, it can be seen that it was bought not long ago. It is complete and thoughtful.

Hong Jiaodong couldn't speak for a while, he opened the closet, and it was full of young people's clothes, from formal clothes to normal clothes, the brands had been cut off, and even washed once, obviously it was not prepared by Chiyo himself.

Hong Jiaodong stood silently in front of the closet, and after a long time, he picked out a piece of ordinary clothes and hugged it gently in his arms.

Chiyo changed into her home clothes, cooked two bowls of ginger soup, did it first as a respect, and then lay down in the kotatsu as if she were dying.

Hong Jiaodong took a shower and changed her clothes. When she came out, she was huddled softly in the kotatsu, her silver-white long hair scattered all over the floor, and her golden eyes were half-gazing comfortably, like a lazy bird. Long haired cat.

Hong Jiaodong hooked the corners of her lips, walked to her side and smoothed the long hair that looked super nice to the touch, and then stretched out her hand to drag her out: "Don't lie down just after eating, it's not good for your health .”

"I don't." Chiyo shrank back into the kotatsu, leaving only a hairy head, "I just walked a long way, so I don't think I just had enough."

Hong Jiaodong turned the curled up hamster over, seeing her pale face, she couldn't help frowning slightly: "Is it uncomfortable?"

Chiyo's hand pressed her abdomen very hard, but she couldn't stop the needle-like pain when the tattoo spread on her skin. She looked up at the boy's worried eyes, and for some reason felt the sourness that had arisen before. mood.

This emotion has a name - probably, it could be called "grievance".

An emotion that only those who are cared for, pampered, and loved will have.

"Is it because of the cold that your stomach hurts?" Hong Jiaodong half-hugged her, covering the back of her hand that was holding her belly, "I used to have stomach pains when I was training, just rubbing the acupoints will help."

As soon as Chiyo heard it, he struggled and jumped out, and got into the kotatsu like a hamster, and said in a muffled voice, "Don't rub it if you grow meat!"

"Don't be willful." Hong Jiaodong was also sitting by the quilt, unmoved, pulled out the white-haired creature, rubbed it in his arms, and used a little bit of personality, "It will be much more comfortable with a hot compress, you Go to sleep, I will call you later."

Chiyo was rubbed into a daze, only felt that the young man's arms were hot and warm, like another kotatsu, leaning against his arms, the physical pain was relieved a lot.

Shutting the system into the small black room casually, Chiyo closed her eyes with peace of mind, enjoying the tranquility of this moment.

Hong Jiao Dong silently acted as a warm baby, feeling that the breathing of the person in his arms gradually became smoother, so he lay down on the tatami in this posture.

The rain outside the window was still falling, and the raindrops dripped from the eaves. It was cold and humid, and even the air was heavy with moisture.

I can faintly hear the sound of wind chimes being blown messily by the wind, which is clear and pleasant, as if it will continue to echo on the road of life.

The warmth inside is in stark contrast to the wind and rain outside.

"Crack-"

Hong Jiaodong stared at the girl quietly for a while, and took a picture of her sleeping face with his mobile phone, as if he suddenly became a restless child, he stroked her hair, poked her face, and couldn't help it. He kissed her on the brow.

It was so strange——the young man buried himself in her neck, gently closed his eyes, and fell into the dreamland of the gurgling rain while resting on his lover's heartbeat.

——Why does he feel that this small house is more reassuring than the "home" he has lived in for more than ten years?