Congratulations to the king of the net for capturing a genius

更新时间2015-1-2710：21：15字数：2698

The night in Kanagawa is very cold. When the sky is gradually brightening, Buer opened his eyes in a daze. As far as he could see, there was a distant white line coming from the far end of the sea, holding up a round of warm orange sun. .

Unexpectedly, sat all night.Fortunately, I told my family before that I might not be able to go home when, originally I had the idea of ​​staying overnight at Jingshi's house, but ended up staying at the beach all night.The cell phone has long been out of battery, and this is the first time since I was reborn that I am so self-willed.

Too many, too many complex emotions, unprecedented shock.He didn't know what to do, even though he knew that the current Jingshi had never experienced those sourness and pain, but he also knew so clearly——

The person who loved him so much is gone.

No matter how much he repays, the current him is not the one he used to be.

After moving my numb and cold legs, I stood up and walked slowly along the beach, gradually seeing a white building with a beautiful dome and a silver cross at the top shining in the morning light.It's a church.Buer doesn't believe in religion, but since he was reborn, he has a feeling of reverence for gods and religion.

Stepping into the church, it was probably because it was too early and there were no people there. The empty seats and the smooth and graceful Virgin were all bathed in the blurred light projected from the window, half bright and half dark.Standing alone in front of the statue of the Virgin, looking at her kind smile, Buer felt that his head was empty, he didn't know anything, he couldn't say anything.

I just stared at the statue like this for a long time, until a gentle and old voice with some Western accents asked softly behind me: "Son, are you okay?" Turning around, there was a white-haired old man who looked like a mixed With a high nose and deep eyes, pale skin, and some cloudy blue eyes looked at him friendly.

"I...found that there are some things I can't make up for." Being watched like that, Bu Er suddenly had the urge to confide in his distressed heart, "I have failed someone, but he has... I will never see him again." Looking at time and space, it seems to be a parallel space. The Yukimura seven years later is the same as the one seven years ago.Never see each other again.

"Son, talk to the Lord. Before God the Father, all sins will be washed away. Don't underestimate His grace. God wishes all people to be saved..." The peaceful and vicissitudes of life seemed to be reciting a poem, soft and steady .

The old man said, "GodBlessYou."

A dry and warm palm rested on his forehead, and he closed his eyes, trembling slightly under the old palm.

Will God bless him?

That handsome boy was once recognized as the "Son of God".

And he had hurt him like that.

If the gods have spirits, please make him happy in the time and space where I am gone.I pray like this with all my heart, praying that he will be safe and happy, and have a smooth life.

Fuji left the church amidst the morning breeze and the sound of Yoyo singing, and went to take the morning Shinkansen bus back to Tokyo.When he got home, the house was empty, so he took a hasty shower to wash away the smell of the sea breeze.

After recharging the dead cell phone, I realized that Yukimura had made more than thirty calls.Although I still had a sliver of reason yesterday and sent a text message to Jingshi to say nothing was wrong after leaving in a gaffe, Jingshi obviously didn't believe it.That's right, the self who left in such a panic must have made him worry.only--

Bu Er leaned against the wall, silently forced a smile, and there was a slight tide in the corner of his eyes.Now, there is no way to listen to Jingshi's voice, he is afraid that once that familiar voice appears, he will collapse completely.

Too much shock, too much distress and guilt, so that Buer has no way to think.In other words, it was almost a subconscious reaction, stay away, hide away, hide away, stay away, don't touch that boy, can't, can't let him go through the pain of the previous life again... the same way I used to be. He came and went in his life willfully, without realizing it, and acting recklessly.Although he likes some bad tastes, he has never hurt a person like this, let alone a person he cherishes so much.Only then did he realize how much damage his own existence had caused to that powerful young man with no dead ends.

...stay away from him.

If the self-righteous friendship is actually just a unilateral request.If his approach would make Jingshi repeat the injury of the previous life again.Well, rather cut me out of your life.

If there is no me, you will still be the strong you who will not be hurt. Even if you lose a friendship, you will still have a bright and bright future, and you will be able to find your true love, and you will not suffer from the daily companionship and dark love. ... Then, just treat it as a passer-by who accidentally met in life, and when it passes, it passes.

In this life, I will never let you have such pain and wounds again.

Bu Er fell powerlessly on his back on the bed.A week ago, on this bed, he and Jingshi slept together all night.It's just a week, just a week, such warmth, such intimacy, but I can only give up.

It will hurt him... Fortunately, fortunately, we haven't known each other for a long time in this life, there is still time, everything is still in time... "Hehe, hehehehe..." Laughed sourly, and then couldn't stop.His most important friend, someone who cared as much as he cared about his family.It just hurts to think of ruthlessly cutting off the bond between two people, but it has to be like this.

Tired and shocked, Fuji lay on the bed and gradually sank into a dream.I don't know how long I slept, but in a daze, I heard the doorbell ringing.With a low curse, he turned over and buried himself in the pillow, trying to ignore the noise, but the doorbell kept ringing unrelentingly, with a high-pitched, continuous piercing tone.Finally, Buer turned over and sat up because of the noise, and suddenly felt a headache, as if he had been hit hard by someone, and it seemed that countless steel needles were stuck in his head.Putting his hand on his forehead, he let out a small moan - it looks like he has a fever.Also, sitting by the sea for one night, being blown by the sea breeze, can you not get sick?

I put on my shoes with difficulty and stood up, as if stepping on cotton, my whole body felt sore and weak as if I had been run over by a heavy truck.Shaking, pressing one hand on his forehead, the other supporting the wall.The doorbell is still ringing stubbornly, is it because Yuta came home without the key?Or is mom back from grocery shopping?With difficulty, he walked downstairs, staggered and almost tripped, finally reached the first floor, groped his way to the door, and opened it.

"...!"

"Zhou Zhu, I'm so anxious, you're at home, I've called you a lot but didn't answer—what's wrong? His face is so ugly?!" The relaxed expression on the face of the iris-purple-haired boy was quickly replaced by anxiety, Seeing that Bu Er was a little shaky, he hurriedly walked into the door to support him, reached out and touched his forehead, "It's so hot!"

Yukimura supported Fuji's body, freed one hand to close the door, and supported Fuji to move into the house, his exquisite brows were full of anxiety: "So sick? Is there no one else at home?" "Uh... ..." Fuji hummed vaguely, and lay weakly on Yukimura's shoulder.

"I'll take you back to the room to rest." The anxiety of not getting any news from him all night and all the doubts about him leaving in a panic yesterday were all suppressed, Yukimura half-supported and half-hugged Fuji on the sofa in the living room, adjusted He held him in the best posture, and then turned his back to carry him up—even though he is not tall, he is still an athlete's figure, and it is still too reluctant to carry him upstairs.

Carefully carry Fuji back to the room and put him on the bed, then spread out the quilt and wrap up the confused teenager, then went to the bathroom to get a wet towel and came back, carefully wiped away the slight cold sweat on Fuji's flushed face. Wipe it off a little, then sit on the edge of the bed.The boy with honey-colored hair in his sleep was very unsteady, as if he was troubled by something, his body kept moving, and his hands stretched out the quilt to grope in vain.Yukimura felt distressed for a while, and resettled his restless body, and stretched out his hand for Fuji to grab.

Holding Yukimura's hand, he became more stable and didn't move any more, but his delicate brows were still furrowed, and his chestnut hair was wet with cold sweat and stuck to his forehead. Send it away.Bu Er's lips, which were pale and dry due to the high heat, were slightly parted, murmuring, opening and closing, not knowing what to say.

Yukimura leaned forward, turned his face, and put his ear next to Fuji's fluttering lips.

"... Jingshi."

Yukimura froze while maintaining his leaning posture.

"...seiichi...seiichi, I'm sorry..."