Falling in love with straight men

When he opened his eyes, Minami Asakura hoped to see the white-haired Shamat who was quite a bad boy, but it was a pity that the fox face of Shishi Watanabe was reflected in his black eyes.

In Japanese culture, the fox face is the facial makeup of the heinous person, and the death is often miserable. Watanabe is noncommittal to these words.

"Where's Yan-kun?" Asakura Minami asked calmly.

"Dead." Watanabe replied calmly.

White lies, Watanabe doesn't like to tell them.

"...Is that so..."

Rubbing the corners of his clothes and messing up his heart, the boy who finished speaking fell silent, Watanabe pushed his glasses and did not express Meihui's guess.

"Ghouls with great research value are generally not killed by the Investigation Bureau, and there is still a possibility of survival if no corpse is found."

Giving little hope is worse than cutting off hopelessness directly. The rationalist Dr. Watanabe made a seemingly ruthless decision.

"Take a good rest. When you can accept it, I will tell Nan Jun the good news."

The doctor who didn't get an answer straightened his collar and walked out of the room, and thoughtfully closed the door.

Asakura Minami felt a little cold, it was midsummer but it was so cold that he wanted him to cover him with a quilt, didn't he say he had to trust you, Yan-kun...

This is your answer?

People like to cry when they are sad, but when the pain is really painful, tears can no longer represent anything.

With clenched hands on the heart, the outline of the gorgeous sunset crystal in the clothes was unconsciously drawn over and over again. The boy squatting on the bed mechanically like a puppet seemed to have lost everything in one day, and his soul was as illusory as it was separated from the body. .

Miss Qingmei delivered the meal, and sighed helplessly when she saw the clean plates.

Compared with Yiko who is on a hunger strike, I don't want to see bamboo horses living like walking dead, at least the hunger strike still has emotional fluctuations.

The three meals are normal, and the work and rest are quite good, but the bamboo horse is getting thinner and thinner, which is not a good phenomenon.

After hesitating for a moment, Yizi scratched her hair and pressed her temples for a while, and finally made up her mind.

Although that guy Watanabe said that he broke first and then established, but she cared more about the mood of Xiaonan, who she had protected since she was a child. In fact, it is not bad to worry about someone alone.

Thinking of this, Yizi inadvertently sighed again, should it be said that it was a bad fate or a bad fate?

Ms. Qingmei, who raised her hand to surrender to the bamboo horse again, deliberately coughed a few times, Asakura Minami stiffly rolled her eyes and looked at the girl in front of her with puzzled eyes.

"Mom said that Kuikulia didn't contain a single ghoul this time, and the investigation bureau probably issued an order to wipe them all out." Seeing the clenched lower lip of the bamboo horse, Yiko touched her thinned cheek and continued with a comforting expression. "But Kaneki-senpai is special, isn't he, Nan?"

The boy who had been expressionless nodded eagerly, which made Yiko feel even more melancholy. She twitched her mouth and gave up the smile that would frighten children. Miss Ome patted Bamboo Horse's forehead and continued the one-sided conversation just now.

"Young and powerful ghoul countermeasure bureaus will always want to take advantage of it, especially the special group of half-human, half-ghoul senior Kaneki, so my mother thinks that the probability of senior surviving is still very high."

Asakura Minami raised her head abruptly, staring straight at the brunette girl, Yiko squeezed the boy's fleshless cheeks in embarrassment, "Xiao Nan will wait for Kaneki-senpai to come back obediently, and bring your strawberries and Kaneki with you."

"...Xiao Jinmu?"

A voice that remains still for a long time is rough and unpleasant, but this does not affect the clarity of the sound quality.

Miss Qingmei stuck out her tongue and glanced at the bamboo horse's belly, then scratched her hair in distress, "I still find it amazing, it's really unbelievable."

Minami Asakura, who didn't know what Yiko said, tilted his head in a daze, subconsciously told him to hug his stomach carefully.

"That..." Yizi whispered to her opposite finger, "Men seem to be able to have children, it seems so."

Thinking of Aikawa walking with her mother with a big belly, Yiko shuddered, the picture was so beautiful...

The young man who didn't know where Miss Qingmei's thoughts were going, silently followed his stomach, child?Like dad in mom's notebook?

Minami Asakura, who suddenly found motivation, smiled softly, Yoshiko blinked her eyes, Zhuma was really poisoned by Ken Kaneki and could not be saved.

At a certain moment, that life was sown into the human world, and Mr. Yan came to find us...

The young man who was completely immersed in his own world sat quietly, and Asakura Minami, who had cleared away the haze in his heart, had his own father's foreshadowing. He didn't have the slightest aversion to pregnancy.

You have to work hard to be happy and take good care of your body so that you can wait for that ghoul to come back.

Yanjun has always wanted a home...

The doctor who did a series of examinations for Asakura Minami wrote the file and handed it over to the client, and the young man who took it took a quick look at it and it was done. The esoteric technical terms are hard to understand. Rather than waste this time, it is better to ask Watanabe directly. gentlemen.

Watanabe, who was flipping through the materials, turned the pen on his fingertips neatly before looking up and said, "Yiko, tell Nan, then I'll go straight to the point."

"Ok."

Qian Cangnan nodded, sat on the side and listened carefully, fearing that he might miss something.

"The old antiques in the evolutionary do not approve of combining with ordinary people..."

Hearing this, Asakura Minami thought of Yoshiko, and heard Mr. Watanabe's explanation before opening his mouth.

"Because this will cause the instability of genetic evolution, and half of them may make the offspring lose the qualifications of evolution, so Yiko did not live in the inner street before she became an adult."

Living in the inner street meant he was not protected, Qian Cangnan wrapped his arms around his abdomen nervously, and the doctor slowed down his tone to mediate the patient's emotions.

"As for the combination of ghouls and evolutionaries...I'm sorry but it's a fact...it's called a curse. There have been precedents before, but both the child and the mother died."

The boy whose pupils narrowed sharply just looked at the man wearing glasses in panic and without frustration, and Asakura Minami was a little restless because of his anxiety.

Yanjun, what should I do!

If only you were here...

Asakura Minami is very young, a boy who hasn't even reached the adult ceremony, will always be powerless and even frightened in the face of the cruel reality. The older doctor smiled badly, and he really scared Nan.

After satisfying his bad taste, Watanabe Shishi said slowly: "However, there are exceptions..."

The slender fingers with thick calluses left by years of surgery on the knuckles tapped the solid wood desk, and the regular sound lifted Asakura Minami's uneasy heart.

"Nan, you are that miracle, but it's a pity I didn't save your father, I'm sorry."

The boy looked up in surprise, this was the first time he heard about his father from someone other than his mother.

"Want to hear a story?" Watanabe said with a wink.

Qian Cangnan nodded curiously, he was not curious about his father, but he kept his mouth shut because of his mother's feelings.

Every time the topic of father is mentioned, mother is not happy. Ever since she was a child, Asakura Minami had a cold face and knew that this is someone who should not be mentioned in this family.

The story is very simple. The boy who was kidnapped was sold into an underground gold cave and met a girl. The two depended on each other and spent their childhood together until a ghoul appeared.

The ghoul who destroyed the entire clubhouse was the only one who let go of this pair of boys and girls. For some reason, he took the boy away.

When the frail boy who reappeared in front of the girl was already pregnant with a child, the boy took his last breath after giving birth to Asakura Minami.

"...Why did Mr. Watanabe say that he didn't save Dad? Where did that ghoul go?" Asakura Minami said dryly, his mood was a bit complicated, but those who don't fully understand the situation at that time are not qualified to say Make irresponsible remarks.

"The specific situation is not clear now, but Qian Cang-kun loves that ghoul very much. When he was sent to Watanabe Hospital, Qian Cang-kun entrusted Nan-kun to Miss Qian Cang, and he chose to accompany Mr. Ghoul. "

Minami Asakura, who responded in a low voice, stroked the dazzling sunset crystal under the light, "... Hey, Mr. Watanabe, if something happens to me, please help me take care of the child. In the future, Ken-kun will say Minami Asakura when he comes back. Don't want him..."

If Yan Jun had already waited for him below, then he could only be an irresponsible parent like his father. Such a tradition is really hard to evaluate.

"Don't be so pessimistic, maybe there is a way, isn't Nan Jun just an example?" Watanabe shrugged and said lightly, "Nan Jun's health is more likely to succeed."

Asakura Nanton stopped and looked expectantly at the doctor who seemed confident, "Do you have a solution?"

"The cells of ghouls and evolutionaries can be said to be two extremes. The knot between the two... an example is the relationship between water and fire, but if they successfully pass the phagocytosis period of cells, it is not impossible to live in peace."

"Nan Jun's cells are the cells of the evolutionary who have the advantage and completely devoured the cells of the ghouls. The sudden imbalance caused the sick and weak mother to be unable to bear...so your father is like this...I'm sorry, but Kaneki Ken is a half-made man-made Being half a ghoul, the situation is a bit complicated, but the general direction is not wrong."

The man who entered the research state continued to talk slowly after an unnatural pause, and his beaming expression showed excitement. New research will always refresh the spirit of scientific researchers.

Minami Asakura, who was dazed by a long paragraph of words, just kept listening. As for the doctor's words, he half-understood.

However, hope is better than no hope, Mr. Watanabe should be trustworthy, right?

Every parent is great, and Qian Cangnan, who finally survived the frequent vomiting period, was quietly raising the baby in the inner street. The already obvious belly became a heavy burden for the not-so-strong boy.

Yizi walked slowly in the safe garden with the support of the slow-moving bamboo horse. As autumn approached, the weather gradually turned cooler, and the colorful colors of autumn also descended on the world.

Regardless of whether it is a man or a woman, a small amount of exercise after pregnancy is always beneficial. Yiko, who walks with Asakura Minami after school every afternoon, deliberately checked the information about these things and told her Zhuma-kun one by one.

The boy who didn't dislike Miss Qingmei's nagging at all smiled and listened, asking questions from time to time.

Perhaps at this time, Asakura Minami is no longer suitable to be called a boy. His long open eyebrows are delicate and restrained, and his slightly pointed chin makes his face no longer look fleshy.

Minami Asakura is 19 years old.

The 19th birthday gift was still in the cabinet, but the person who gave it was gone.

Come back quickly, Mr. Yan...

I don't know how long I can wait...

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