Reborn in my brother's body

Just like what Wuji said before, he likes Toru, he likes Toru's appearance, he likes Toru's body, but he doesn't like Toru's temperament alone.

In his eyes, Che is too boring. If he didn't really like him, he wouldn't have dragged on for more than a year before breaking up.

And the person in front of him, with his face upturned and a provocative appearance with claws and teeth, has patched up the broken jade with missing horns into a perfect piece.

Therefore, even though he had a bad nose, he was whetted by Che's aloof attitude.

"It's not the best choice, but it's still one of the choices. It's up to Sasaki to ask you to join the R team. As for us, you have to at least give me a chance to perform to be fair."

"Heh." Che couldn't help but let out a sneer, because in his opinion, saying the word "fairness" from Wuji's mouth is itself an irony.

But this laughter, including Che's raised eyebrows, fell to Wuji, and he automatically translated them into encouragement.

"Since you're all sitting here, why don't you let me buy you a drink?"

"Okay. To be fair, I'll give you a chance to show off. Since you're my brother's friend, you should know what his favorite drink is, right? Please order me something similar."

Looking at the slightly stiff corners of Wuji's mouth, Toru had a hearty smile between his brows and eyes.

Of course he didn't know, how could he know.

In view of the fact that Che told him countless times about his seafood allergy, and the fact that he led people to seafood restaurants, forgive him for breaking his head, but he still can't solve this problem.

"Hehe, then you are really embarrassing me. Every time Che orders something different, I really can't remember. How about I order you a cup of my favorite drink."

After Wuji finished speaking, with his cynical playboy face, he ordered two olive martinis from the bar.

This is really something that a person who is extremely self-righteous can do, and only that kind of person can take shamelessness as a joke very naturally.

Looking at the green olive still swaying slightly in the cup, Che tried to adjust his breathing, and then restrained his urge to splash the wine on Wuji's face.

"I……"

"Jin."

As soon as Che started talking, he was interrupted by a soft call from behind.

Turning his head, he saw Okamoto wearing a long black trench coat, walking towards him.

"Brother Okamoto, you are here."

Toru's voice was raised, and it contained a completely different emotion from before.

Of course, Wuji could also hear the enthusiasm uttered by this ice man, and he frowned and opened his mouth to ask, "Who is he?"

But Che didn't even look at him, and said coldly: "I told you earlier, I have an appointment."

In two sentences, Okamoto had already walked to the bar, but as soon as he sat down, he saw the martini in front of Che.

"You were not old enough to drink when I left."

The pampering and tenderness in his mouth are mixed with Okamoto's unique breath. For a moment, time seems to be brought back to the era when Toru and Jin were holding soda bottles and drinking hard.

The evening wind of summer night blows into the yard. The two brothers are barefoot, sitting side by side on the bench, holding their respective soft drinks in their hands, talking about the game during the day while drinking, while Okamoto is leaning on the opposite side On the big tree, looking at Jin's joyful eyebrows and Che's sincere pride, he quietly bent over and smiled.

Unfortunately, everything has changed.

The next moment, Okamoto lowered the corners of his eyes sadly.

"I'm getting old, but I don't like drinking this at all." Che said, moved the glass aside, cast a slow look at Wuji, then turned his head and raised his finger at the bartender, "Please give me a glass of lemonade, Brother Okamoto, what would you like to drink?"

Okamoto raised his head, looking at Toru with a flash of surprise in his eyes, and then he regained his usual composure, smiling and ordered a glass of whiskey for himself.

The tacit eye contact between the two made Wuji on the side unable to even say hello, and finally had to walk away resentfully with a wine glass in hand.

Looking down at the two wine glasses in his hand, and then back at the two people at the bar, Wuji's chest was suddenly aroused with a strong desire to win.

Tamiya, do you want to play?Alright, I'll play along with you.

At the bar, Okamoto stared at the glass of lemonade in Toru's hand for a long time, and drank the wine in the glass before opening his mouth.

"Brother Okamoto..."

"Jin, actually I asked you out because I wanted to ask you something."

"kindness?"

"Can you tell me what happened to you in the past three years?"

In the first year after Okamoto left, he still kept in frequent contact with the Tamiya family.

Tamiya's mother has always regarded Okamoto as her own son, and she will call him every now and then to tell him to eat well and add clothes when it's cold.

Che and Jin don't talk about their thoughts like their mother, but they communicate more frequently in private, and their emails fly back and forth on the Internet, almost without stopping for a day.

Okamoto still remembers that Jin's last email said that he had successfully signed with the D team, and then he would undergo a three-month closed secret special training.

And Che's last message was two months after that, the usual lengthy email, unexpectedly only two sentences that time.

"I've completed the formalities for studying abroad. I'm going to find you."

The email was sent before Che got on the plane. Although it was only a few words, it took him a lot of effort.

It takes a year to miss, and a year to see clearly. After Jin signed the contract, Che finally realized that he may not be able to walk with Jin on that road, and in his heart, he will also yearn for a long time. own life.

There was a simple, beautiful life in it, and a man he loved dearly.

Che sat in the waiting hall, clutching the ticket to Boston, worried about the reunion fifteen hours later.

He didn't have too many extravagant expectations, and he didn't even plan to tell Okamoto what he was thinking. At that time, he chased after him without hesitation, but he just hoped to stay by that person's side.

But even if it was just such a small wish, it still came to naught.

In the end, Che did not board the plane. When the plane spread its wings and approached the place of his dreams, he was huddled in the back seat of the taxi with his back facing the dream and fled.

All of this was not because he changed his mind temporarily, nor was it because of fear, but because of an accident.

Mom and Jin were in a car accident on the way home. The always kind and gentle mother died before the ambulance arrived, and Jin was already in a severe coma when she was carried into the ambulance.

On the way to the hospital, Che kept staring blankly, the only memory in his mind was the scene of his mother and Jin seeing him off at the airport.

Mom still looked worried about not enough, helping him tidy up his clothes, while wondering if he had all his documents.

Jin, however, stood aside with his mouth pursed, his eyes fixed on something.

Che turned his head to look at Jin Shi, with an apologetic expression on his face, of course he knew why Jin had such an awkward expression.

No matter how invincible Jin is on the field, once he is in front of him, he becomes that little brother who will never grow up again.

Although Jin never admits it, he still relies on him in his heart. After all, they have been with each other since they were in their mother's womb.

Perhaps it was because of this inexplicable sense of betrayal that Jin didn't speak until he finally hugged Che, he turned his head away slightly.

Seeing Jin's injury, Che felt sore in his heart, but thinking of that person, he gritted his teeth and silently advised himself to be selfish once more.

But it was such a willful decision that caused Che to taste the pain beyond regret.

He couldn't comfort himself by saying that his mother's death and Jin's serious injury had nothing to do with him.

He couldn't help but imagine what his family would be like if he gave up pursuing that unrealistic dream.

After sitting by Jin's hospital bed for a day, the only conclusion he came to was that he couldn't forgive himself.

For Jin's treatment, he sold the family house.

To punish himself, he cut off contact with Okamoto.

On the day when Jin was out of danger, he made a seemingly absurd decision-he wanted to stand in the professional baseball field instead of Jin.

In the following days, apart from taking care of Jin, Tohru spent almost all his time on training.

He practiced until his fingers peeled off and his arms lost strength. He didn't have the talent of Jin, so he could only repeat the same movements over and over again, using high-intensity training to strengthen muscle memory.

How many times, after his training, he didn't even have time to take a shower, so he collapsed on the bed and fell into a deep sleep.

How many times had he opened his eyes only to realize that he was not in that cramped apartment, but curled up on a bench by the side of the court, or that there was grass beneath him.

This is the most direct way of atonement he can think of, and even the decision to be with Wuji has a bit of self-deprecating subconsciousness.

If Okamoto hadn't started this topic, Toru would never have thought about looking back to see what kind of life he had lived in the past three years.

Toru imitated Jin's tone and told his experience of being hospitalized in a car accident and later waking up.

He lied that he was conscious during his coma, so he took to heart what Che said at his hospital bedside.

"Che said he felt sorry for me, sorry for mom, and very sorry for you." At the end, Che said his apology through Jin's mouth, but he didn't say a word about his death, because in his opinion, that Seems like the end he deserved.

On the other side, Okamoto also listened silently, and then poured the fourth glass of wine down his throat.

"Toru is like this, always thinking about others and forgetting about himself."

Che raised his head, facing Okamoto's eyes that were drunk, the sadness and affection in those deep eyes made him forget to breathe for a moment.

In the corner of the bar, someone is playing with the old jukebox, the sound is not loud, but the familiar melody is floating.

It was "Red" by X-Japan, Toru's favorite song.

When Tohru mentioned it to Okamoto for the first time, Okamoto showed a little surprise, then touched Toh's head and asked, "Why do you like such a passionate melody when you are so quiet?"

Che's explanation is: "There are too many mortals in this world, but geniuses are always only a few, and I am willing to devote my whole life to enshrining those geniuses who squander their talents wantonly."

Toru recovered from the song, only to realize that Okamoto had been staring at his face, his eyes full of disbelief.

"Brother Okamoto, you are drunk."

"Yes, I also feel that I'm drunk. The one sitting here is obviously you, but I feel that I'm seeing Toru. I'm sorry."

When Okamoto stood up from the stool, he swayed for a while, Toru wanted to help, stretched out his hand halfway, and then retracted it again.

When he walked out of the bar, the street was still lively with people coming and going, but Che's heart was deserted.

Looking at Okamoto's tall and thin back wrapped in a windbreaker and gradually going away, he reminded himself cruelly in a low voice: "Even if he really likes you, it doesn't matter, he thinks about Toru, and you are Kam now. "