[Xingren] Faith

Yukimura also wondered why he suddenly made such a proposal.

Maybe it's just a simple feeling that the fate of being able to meet again in a foreign country should be celebrated in a special way?

Or maybe it's because they are not reconciled to such a meeting, and it can only become a small episode in the lives of two people, just laugh it off?

Looking back later, Yukimura had to admit that from that second onwards, the relationship between the two of them, which was originally just an old friend, suddenly changed.

As a complete perfectionist, even if it's just a day's travel plan, Yukimura doesn't want any mistakes.

When he walked into the guest room with his mobile phone, Nioh was lying on the bed and drawing in a sketchbook with a signature pen.

The man should have just taken a shower and was still wearing a bathrobe. His half-wet and half-dry hair was stuck to the back of his head. The slight discoloration made the originally silver-blue hair gradually turn into a slightly warm beige.He raised his eyes slightly when he heard the sound of the door opening, and when he saw Yukimura walking in, he just kicked his legs as a greeting, and continued to bury his head in the sketchbook.

Yukimura walked over and sat down next to Nioh, and turned on the ceiling light in the room.

He turned his head to look at Nioh's book.

The nib of the signature pen outlines crisp lines, whether it is a straight line or an arc, it is smooth and casual.

The things that are piled up by a bunch of lines can be seen as buildings, no matter what angle you look at, there is a strange sense of disobedience, but if you take a second look, you will find that it is indeed delicate and beautiful.

That kind of shape is neither simple nor complicated, and it doesn't even seem to be systematic, and it does have a sense of art.

Nioh's pen tip draws the last circle in the middle of the paper.

He bit the cap to cover the pen, threw it aside, and then turned over and let out a sigh of relief.

Yukimura picked up the sketchbook that he left aside and flipped through it. The shapes drawn on the notebook were all strange, but they could be regarded as similar styles.

He raised his eyes and looked at King Ni who put his hands behind his head and stretched his legs: "Is this your design draft?"

"It doesn't count." King Ni yawned, "It's just a preliminary idea, if you forget it, just write it down. If you want to use it, you have to draw it again with the software and then use the program to fit it, and the proportions have to be readjusted."

"I think so." Yukimura nodded, "These seem impossible to make."

"Don't say that, you have to believe in modern technology, there is nothing impossible." King Ni blinked, "I am providing jobs for more people, puff."

Yes, yes, to build such a building, the manpower and material resources spent can be imagined just by looking at the pictures.

Yukimura closed the book and put it on the table beside him: "Let me find out first, do you have any unknown hidden diseases? Such as heart disease, fear of heights, intensive phobia, etc."

"...these are in the same series?" Nioh tilted his head and smiled, "Hey, Yukimura, don't you know all my information?"

"Then I can't confirm, after so many years, your information hasn't changed at all." Yukimura raised the corner of his lips slightly, "Besides, even Liu can't tell whether your information is true or not. .”

"Where is it to that extent." King Ni rolled his eyes, "If that's the case, I'm not just a fraudster on the field, but a god of fraud."

He turned over and faced Yukimura who was sitting cross-legged on the bed sideways: "Where are you going to take me by asking? Bungee jumping or skydiving?"

"We two big men ran bungee jumping and skydiving, it seems too sad." Yukimura lowered his eyes, and his eyes fell on Nioh's soft-looking hair: "Besides, Italy is such a romantic country."

"Where is that art gallery or museum?"

Yukimura raised his head and thought for a while: "I don't think I can imagine the scene of visiting art galleries or museums with you."

Niwang laughed softly, leaning on his pillow: "What did I do to give you this feeling?"

"Cos Sanada as my model?" Yukimura also laughed, "Besides, haven't you always been interested in visiting art galleries with me?"

"I'm really not interested." King Ren replied.

"So, let's make a compromise and choose an easier way." Yukimura suggested, "For example, Venice, which is very close to here?"

"Venice?"

"Yes, it's only an hour's journey by car, and it's also very close to the international airport." Yukimura nodded.

"...A place like Venice, just us two big men?" After confirming that Yukimura was serious, Nioh sighed exaggeratedly.

And Yukimura replied calmly to such comments: "In fact, in Italy, no matter where you go, you will feel very sad."

"Don't act like you're not, Yukimura." Nioh raised his hand to cover his eyes, "Aren't you single?"

"I didn't say I wasn't." Yukimura replied, his eyes still resting on Nioh's hair.

A few seconds later, he finally decided to satisfy his curiosity, and raised his hand to touch Nioh's wet hair. The touch with his fingertips was as soft as he had imagined, and unexpectedly, the hair quality was still smooth to the touch. nice feeling.

Nioh was puzzled to find that Yukimura's hand was resting on his head and did not move.

"...What are you doing?" He squinted his eyes involuntarily as he endured the subtle sensation of his fingertips brushing the roots of his hair.

This made the tails of his eyes slightly raised, giving him an inexplicably more bewitching aura.

Yukimura finally rubbed Nio's hair, and pressed hard on the back of his head: "I'm trying to prove something."

"What?" Nioh who was pushed and buried in the quilt revealed one eye and squinted at Yukimura.

"Did you start dyeing your hair in junior high school? I remember that hair loss is very harmful to hair quality, especially this color..." Yukimura tilted his head, his expression was really puzzled: "How do you feel about your hair?" Quite a lot? There is no sign of hair loss."

King Ren was speechless.

He rolled around on the bed, widening the distance with Yukimura: "Why do you use such a serious tone for this kind of thing! Besides, isn't your hair dyed?"

"intrinsic."

"Ghosts will believe it, puff!"

But this is indeed natural.

Yukimura raised his eyebrows, he himself was troubled by his natural curls and hair color that didn't look like his natural hair color.

Ever since he was a child, he was asked by the neighbor's aunt, "Where did your girl get her hair?" Would he say such a thing?Who would make hair for a child who is only three or four years old? Inheritance is such a magical thing, and he can't help it.

Looking at the time, Yukimura got up from the bed: "Okay, it's getting late, go to bed early. Don't stay up late."

"Yes~ Minister." The guy who was still lying on the bed replied in a dragging tone.

Yukimura couldn't help but pat him on the back, then walked around the bed frame to the door, turned off the ceiling light in the room, and closed the door of the guest room.

He stared at the closed door for a few minutes, and slightly raised the corners of his lips.

There are some things that need to be confirmed.

The next day was cloudy, and the fact that there was no sunshine obviously put the white-haired guy in a good mood.

Nioh, who lived in Yukimura's house for more than half a month, still had the same luggage when he came: a small trailer box, which contained a laptop computer and a few sets of clothes, as well as identity cards and visas, a few wigs of unknown use, and a set of clothes. A parasol, a pair of dark glasses.

Yukimura drove the two of them to Venice.

It is not the tourist season, and there are still many tourists on St. Mark's Square.The churches and bell towers towering over the crowd are stunningly beautiful even without the sunlight.Pigeons that are not afraid of people in the square flap their wings and fly back and forth. Some seagulls fly over people's heads slowly, and when they are hungry, they catch a flying pigeon head-on and take it away.

Yukimura looked at Nioh mockingly: "Do you still want to feed the pigeons?"

"No, the cost of feeding the pigeons is too high." Nioh said solemnly, "Who knows if the pigeons I just fed will be picked up by seagulls in a few minutes? It's too much of a loss."

Yukimura couldn't help laughing out loud: "Then you still spent money on pigeon food that day?"

"What I feed is not pigeons, but mood. Mood." Niwang spread his hands, and after a few seconds he continued: "I just want to try to watch the romantic scenes in TV dramas, who knows that those pigeons don't give me any face. , puff."

Such a tone with a little complaint inexplicably has these coquettish meanings.

While Yukimura felt this way, he couldn't help but start to doubt his own ears and judgment.

Why do you think Nioh is acting like a baby?This word is too inappropriate for people.

Finally went to the Bridge of Sighs.

The fee for the little Gangdula is not cheap at all, so there are still many people queuing up.

"Want to sit down?" Yukimura asked after standing aside and watching for a while.

"The two of us?" Nioh looked back at Yukimura in surprise, "Hey, isn't that right?"

"It doesn't matter, it's all fake anyway." Yukimura said calmly, "It was only a place to hold prisoners, and the prisoners passing by this bridge sighed out of despair."

"When you say that, I suddenly can't look directly at those young couples who are kissing under the bridge." King Ni muttered depressingly.

"Is that so? I'm really sorry." Yukimura said without sincerity, "Just pretend you haven't heard of it. Anyway, we can't kiss under the bridge."

"Then why take the boat?"

"As a commemoration of our long-lasting friendship?" Yukimura smiled and turned his head.

"...Well, as a commemoration of our friendship forever." Nioh nodded under Yukimura's faint smile by accident.

It wasn't until he got on the boat that he came back to his senses. He keenly received the eyes of Yukimura who was also waiting to get on the boat looking at him.He patted Yukimura's shoulder depressedly: "Minister, look into my eyes and tell me that you really didn't do anything wrong just now?"

"What hands and feet?" Yukimura smiled softly.

"Such as Yips or illusory dreams..." Nioh subconsciously stopped under Yukimura's gentle gaze.Then he realized how stupid he was for asking that question.

"In fact, I have always wanted to try Zaoka Tura, but every time there is only one person in line, there will be sympathetic eyes following me, I can't bear it." Yukimura said with a smile.

"...Why don't you find a girl?" Nioh raised his hands to cover his face, and looked at Yukimura's smiling face through his fingers: "Don't tell me no one is chasing you."

"Those women who are confused by my appearance, why should I go on a boat with them?" Yukimura's smile showed a little arrogance and alienation.

Nioh nodded: "That's right. Besides, there is the danger of being kissed under the bridge, right?" He laughed, obviously thinking of the enthusiastic performance of Italian girls.

Yukimura narrowed his eyes noncommittally.

The taste of Nioh is the same as the taste of children for decades, and it is also very cheap to some extent.

Yukimura bought him hot dogs and soda on the side of the road, and didn't even try to persuade him to eat something healthier: it was too much effort and it was useless.

Fortunately, the man who has insufficient calorie intake for a long time is not sickly thin, but looks slender because of his skeleton.She obviously has a physique that doesn't make her fat, but she is not a foodie. This should make many girls stamp their feet and scold violently.

Thinking of this, Yukimura felt that his thoughts were ridiculous and nonsensical.

He also pushed aside the hot dog's tray and glanced sideways at Nioh.

Nioh was squinting his eyes slightly to lick off a bit of salad dressing from the corner of his mouth, which made Yukimura couldn't help but look at the man's rosy lips and the beauty mole on the corner of his mouth that was particularly conspicuous under the fair complexion.

He looked away silently, feeling that the answer he wanted to confirm the night before was a bit dangerous.

The ticket information was sent to Nioh's cell phone the day before.

Yukimura sent Nioh to the airport and said his final farewell in the waiting room.

There was really no need to say greetings, Yukimura bought two cups of coffee from the coffee vending machine, and handed one to Nioh: "I don't know when we will meet next time, do you?"

"Well, it's hard to get people together because we keep saying we're going to have a party." King Ni touched the rim of his cup and laughed, "Wen Tai opened a dessert shop next to Lihai University, selling desserts and drinks, which is quite popular with students. He keeps telling us to go to his party."

"I know, didn't he take a lot of pictures and put them on Twitter." Yukimura also laughed, "He also took pictures with many high school girls, and his ability to hook up with girls has not deteriorated at all."

"Sanada and Yanagi both work in the government system, so there's not much going on." Nioh raised his head and thought for a while, "Yagyu is still studying?"

"He applied for an eight-year undergraduate and master's degree in medicine, and he still has more than a year to graduate." Yukimura said.

"Yeah, studying medicine is really hard." Nioh sighed half-truthfully, "Sang Yuan is now helping out at his father's restaurant, and is already planning to get married."

"Really?" Yukimura was slightly surprised, "When?"

"Come on, there will be news next year at the latest." Nioh turned his head to look at the surprised Yukimura, "It's normal that you don't know, he never put his girlfriend's photo on Twitter."

"That's right." Yukimura nodded.

"Akaya's ATP ranking has improved a lot this year. Last time he reached the quarter-finals at the Australian Open, he should be able to reach the semi-finals next year." Nioh continued, "Among us, he is the only one who still insists on playing tennis. .”

"...Yeah." Yukimura couldn't help but sigh.

There was silence for a while.

Nioh took a sip of his cold coffee, looked up at Yukimura whose smile had faded a lot: "Puff, Yukimura, when do you plan to return to China?"

"Eh? Why do you ask that?"

"It's impossible to stay in Italy all the time, right?" King Ni blinked, "Yu said, he and Sanada tried to persuade you many times but failed to persuade you to return to China.... What are you afraid of?"

"...What are you talking about, why am I afraid." Yukimura said.

Nioh sneered mercilessly: "Why don't you admit it? Everyone is afraid at times. Yukimura, everyone is worried about you."

"Eh?"

"I don't know your mood, but I can probably guess what you're repelling. But you see, it's simply impossible for things like this to come true, and you have to let nature take its course. Thinking too much makes you grow old. "King Ren said so.He moved closer to Yukimura to see Yukimura's expression: "Are you angry?"

"Why am I angry with you?" Yukimura didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "You don't understand the situation when you suddenly say something so philosophical?"

King Ren nodded generously: "Yes, I just listened to Liu when he complained. Is it fate to meet you? Since you have the opportunity, just say a few words. I knew you would not be angry."

"Yes yes yes. Well, get ready to board the plane, don't miss the time." Yukimura reached out and pushed Nio's shoulder helplessly.

These few words were indeed unexpected.

But it is indeed the usual style of fraudsters to hide aside and sprinkle salt on other people's wounds by surprise.

Yukimura did have a little bit of anger and embarrassment in his heart, but more of helplessness: Am I already so obvious?And that guy Liu, gossip too much.

Why have I stayed in Italy all these years and didn't want to go back to Japan? It seems that I can't face my companions and I always miss the days of struggling with my companions.

Yukimura himself couldn't figure out what he was thinking.

But these few words of King Ni accidentally aroused his reflexive compulsion: How could I be the one who would be afraid?I'm Yukimura Seiichi.

After finishing speaking, Nioh who had finished teasing people easily went to the boarding gate.

Yukimura crossed his arms and looked at his conspicuous white head until he couldn't see it.

Complicated and subtle emotions echoed in his chest, making him frown unconsciously.

Seems like it's time to go home.

With that in mind, he suddenly made a decision.

Sudden.

Then he sighed self-deprecatingly, after reuniting with King Ni, such whim decisions are a bit too much.