[My English] It's not a problem if you can communicate with your fists

I froze in place.

If I had called an ambulance at that time, the couple would have been saved.In other words, they were dragged to death by me.

Shimura quickly disappeared into the crowd.Hong stood quietly on the side, as if he didn't hear anything.

I turned around slowly while digesting what Shimura said.The boy looked at me indifferently, which made me feel a little embarrassed, "...then go get busy, I'll go shopping again."

It seems that Shimura is not even willing to give me face, and would rather give up the opportunity to talk to me than help me complete that not-so-clever lie.

Just now I was still "shopping with friends", but now I am shopping alone.

"I'm going to see my mother," the boy pondered for a few seconds, then suddenly looked into my eyes, "Together?"

The brain suddenly shuts down.

Hong said he was going to see his mother, and then asked me if I wanted to be together, what kind of strange development is this?

However, I really didn't want to waste this hard-won opportunity, so even though I felt strange, I still nodded and followed him to the destination.

Seeing that I had been walking behind, the boy slowed down a little and walked side by side with me.We didn't speak, only the noise of vehicles and the sound of advertisements on the shop's horns.

Boom probably heard what Shimura said, but he didn't ask, and I didn't want to say it either.

With more information today than I have learned in the past 11 years, I need time to sort out my feelings.Besides, I don't want to expose my embarrassing past to him.

I am afraid that Hong will look at me with the same eyes as those adults.

If those adults are secretly talking about "did that child kill his biological parents", I can completely ignore them, but if this sentence is said, I may collapse.

I don't want him to know my dark side. I'm afraid that he will look down on me, but I think it's natural for him to look down on me.

After all, I don't have that qualification.

When passing by the street, the horn of the ice cream truck pierced through the noise of the car engine and came to the ears clearly.That car was very fancy, with a huge colorful logo printed on the body, which stood out in the dusty corner of the street.

I couldn't help but look a few more times.

When I was in the orphanage, every summer, there would always be groups of children running to the place where the ice cream truck was, looking at the colorful cold drinks on the display racks across the street and drooling. Then wait for the staff to take the person back cursing.

I was one of those too.

What about later?

Then I rescued Naoya, and no one wanted to go to the ice cream truck with me.It seems that I haven't seen an ice cream truck for a long time, and by the time I realized it, I had already left the orphanage.

"wait for me!"

Hong stopped suddenly. He handed me the snack box in his hand and asked me to hold it for him. Then he quickly crossed the road and bought an ice cream from the salesperson.

I stared at the ice cream handed to my eyes in a daze.

It's not that no one has bought me these cold drinks, but none of those people are Boom.I don't know whether I should take this ice cream, I can only look at the boy with doubtful eyes.He gave me a smiley face back.

"You took a few glances at that car, do you want to eat ice cream?"

I suddenly felt a little embarrassed.

In fact, I didn't want to eat ice cream, but simply recalled the past.But a direct denial would be embarrassing for both parties, so I reached out and carefully grabbed the bottom of the ice cream to hold it in my hand.

Hong seemed to chuckle a couple of times, but when I looked up at him, the boy still had his usual expression of no joy or anger.

"Do you have a sweet tooth?" he asked.

I thought about it, "It should be regarded as liking..." When I was in the orphanage, I couldn't eat too much sweets, and I could only get one candy every month, so even when I was in the first year of high school, I still felt that sweets It is the best food in the world.

Oh, no, the best thing to eat should be ochazuke, and the sweets should come second.

The weather is a bit hot, and the ice cream in my hand will soon start to melt.The sweet and creamy aroma diffused in the air, with a little chill, bit by bit eating away at my few sanity.

I thought of the love novels I had read before, in which the hero and heroine walked side by side on the street like this, sharing the same ice cream.

It would be great if I could do that with Hong.

I think.

But that's impossible. To Hong, I should be just an ordinary acquaintance, maybe not even a friend.It would be too presumptuous to think about doing something more intimate with him.

"Don't you like this flavor?" The boy also noticed the ice cream that was beginning to melt, and he looked down at my hand, "It's flowing on my hand." I just noticed that when I was in a daze, the melted ice cream flowed The outline of the cone moved down, all the way into the fingers.

I was in a hurry to find a tissue to wipe my hands, and suddenly remembered that I should deal with the ice cream first, so I stuffed the ice cream into my mouth and took a bite out of desperation.The temperature of the cold drink stimulated the nerves along the teeth, and the liquid, which was not known how many grades lower than the outdoor temperature, slid down the esophagus and down the throat, causing a feeling of pain or itching.

I couldn't help but cough loudly while clutching the wrapper of the cone.

It should be quite embarrassing, and I don't know if Hong will think that I am inexplicable.

The boy stuffed the snack box into my free left hand again, and reached out to grab my right wrist.I subconsciously wanted to withdraw my hand, but I heard his slightly low voice.

"do not move!"

I didn't dare to move for a while.

Hong took out the handkerchief that had been with me for a while from his pocket, picked up the cone in my hand with his left hand, and wiped my hands little by little with the handkerchief in his right hand.

From my angle, I can see the boy's smooth forehead.His movements are very light, as if he is wiping the body of a newborn kitten, so it took a lot of effort to barely wipe my right hand to the extent that the ice cream will not hinder the movement.

During this period, I kept staring at his forehead and dared not take any action.

I admit I was a little freaked out.

After wiping my hands, the boy silently folded the handkerchief and put it back, then put the cone back into my hand.

"Let's finish it quickly," he said, "the ice cream will be melted in a while."

I hawed and hawed, ate the rest of the ice cream in two or three bites, and threw the wrapper into the roadside trash can.The few leftovers of ice cream didn't melt on my hand, and my right hand was clean, which made me feel a little regretful.

We stopped at a general hospital.

Before that, I didn't know where Hong was going to see his mother, nor what his family was like, but I heard some things about his parents intermittently from him.

The combination of his parents is a personality marriage, and Andeva wants to train him to be a hero beyond All Might.

But other than that, I don't know anything about Hong Jiaodong's family.

After all, our relationship is nothing more than a relationship of "feelless fiancées". Because of this relationship, Hong has no interest in my affairs, and even when he heard something obviously wrong with his own ears, he didn't do anything.

I am too wishful thinking.

"Let's go," the boy walked back to me after registering at the front desk of the hospital, "I'll take you to the ward."

The author has something to say:

Mr. Hong: I'm going to see my mother, shall we go together?

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