Qiu Ren is always very tired [Comprehensive]

Akito was woken up by Yamada's serial calls.

He slept a little late last night, and the lack of oxygen supply to the brain caused him to have low blood pressure when he woke up. He picked up the phone and asked the person on the other end of the phone what was going on in a not very good tone.

"Didn't you ask me to pick you up at your door this morning to take you to the nursing home?"

Yamada's loud bluffing voice came from the other end of the phone through the receiver of the phone, and his already uncomfortable brain hurt even more from the noise.

"You remembered wrong."

With a cold face, Qiu Ren pressed the hang up button neatly, completely cutting off the only source of noise.

After being so noisy by Yamada, Akito no longer wanted to go back to sleep. The time displayed on the phone screen was [-]:[-], which was nearly half an hour later than his usual wake-up time, but it was summer vacation , He didn't have to get up as early as usual.

His head was still a little dizzy, the temples on both sides were slightly swollen, and his right eyelid had been twitching non-stop since just now, coupled with the waking up gas from being woken up, his heart was extremely irritable at this time.

He always felt as if he had forgotten something, but he couldn't tell what exactly he had forgotten, and the more he thought about it, the more irritable he felt, and even he himself couldn't figure out where this irritability came from.

At this moment, the mobile phone at hand vibrated suddenly, and Yamada sent him a message, asking him if he was going to the nursing home today.

He did seem to have Yamada come to his house this morning to pick him up from the nursing home last night.

The scene of him calling Yamada last night suddenly appeared in Akito's mind.

But what was he going to the nursing home for?

Qiuren realized that he seemed to have forgotten the reason for going to the nursing home.

From just now, he found that he seems to have forgotten some things. Although he is not the kind of genius with a long-term memory, he has always been quite confident in his memory. He suddenly remembered a report published by the American medical community last month. According to a report about an underage teenager suffering from Alzheimer's disease, experts say that this kind of disease is not limited to the elderly, and people of all ages may suffer from this disease.

It seemed that whether he could think of a reason to go to a nursing home or not, he would have to go there for a full physical.

After sending back a "Go" message to Yamada, he habitually deleted the message. Just as he was about to turn off the power of the phone, Akito suddenly discovered that there was a message record that was silent on the message interface that should have been blank at this moment. Lie quietly in the topmost position.

The sender displayed "Jiangdong", but when Qiuren clicked in, he found that there was nothing in it. He stared at the sender's name for a long time, but in the end he couldn't find out the information about "Jiaodong" in his mind. Any memory of the name "Frozen".

Probably someone's prank.

Qiuren thought uncertainly, and then pressed the delete button.

See 【Are you sure you want to delete this message? ], a trace of panic suddenly occurred in the depths of his heart for no reason, and the right eyelid, which had just recovered its calmness just now, began to twitch non-stop again.

Qiu Ren hesitated for a moment. He was puzzled by his abnormal reaction. After a moment of contemplation, his right thumb finally landed on the [OK] button on the right, and the message interface returned to blank again. .

At that moment, he suddenly had a wonderful feeling, as if a certain string in his heart was cut by someone abruptly, and immediately, the dizziness, tinnitus and unreasonable irritability from before were found like a raging flood The flood outlet disappeared without a trace in an instant, and the brain with insufficient oxygen supply seemed to be injected with sufficient oxygen. There was no longer the feeling of blockage and stagnation just now, and it was operating normally as usual.

At the same time, Qiuren also remembered that he was so busy with Bingdi's school trip recently that he was physically and mentally exhausted, so he wanted to go to a nursing home to relax. He even skipped the last school trip in high school, and it turned out that Matsukawa called and scolded him.

The problem that troubled him was solved in an instant, Qiuren changed his clothes, opened the door, and was going to the kitchen to make a plate of soba noodles for today's breakfast.

Wait...why soba noodles...

Qiu Ren paused for a moment with his right hand resting on the doorknob, and a trace of bewilderment flashed across his handsome face.

He seemed to have made this decision subconsciously just now.

But he obviously doesn't like eating soba noodles...

……

"Jiao Dong, Jiao Dong, get up and eat."

Hong Dongmei stood at the door, raised her hand and knocked on the partition in front of her, a slight doubt appeared on her face, usually at this time, the boy would have gotten up early, there was no need for her to come and call him.

On the other side of the partition is a traditional Japanese room. A gray-blue quilt is spread on the beige rush surface floor. Hearing the sound outside the door, the boy in the room slowly stretched out a piece of cloth from the quilt. hand.

By the way, should send "good morning"...

The young man thought in a daze, then retracted that hand again, opened the mobile phone he had been holding in his hand with sleepy eyes, and typed the word "good morning" on the chat interface.

"Jiao Dong, are you there? I'm coming in."

Hong Dongmei outside the door yelled a few times but didn't hear a response, so she couldn't help feeling a little anxious. She remembered the scald of the young man's left eye, and a worried look appeared on her face.

It was my sister's voice, and I always felt as if I hadn't heard her voice for a while.

The boy curled up under the blanket and thought vaguely.

I'm so sleepy, I can't keep my eyes open, but it's time to get up, Qiuren said yesterday that he will take him to a nursing home today...

The young man slowly got his head out of the bed, half-closed his eyes and got up bit by bit from the bed.

At this time, there was a crisp sound of "click" at the door, and the partition door was pulled open from the outside. Hong Dongmei entered the room impatiently, and finally breathed a sigh of relief when she saw the strange hair color, but Soon, she discovered something was wrong with the boy.

"Jiao Dong, when did you take off the bandage?"

Hong Dongmei looked at the brown scar on the young man's left eye in surprise, from the forehead to the cheekbone, the scar almost occupied more than half of the left half of the face, it was particularly shocking on that immature face.

According to the current medical technology, it is not difficult to remove the scar, but the young man rejected the advice of the attending physician, not only did not perform scar removal surgery, even after the injury recovered, he did not wrap those scars around his left arm. He took off the bandages on his eyes, and no matter who persuaded him, he was indifferent. As an elder sister, she was really worried that the boy would completely seal up his heart like covering his scalded eyes with bandages.

So after seeing the bandages on the boy's eyes disappeared, she was more than happy when she was surprised. Since he is willing to take the bandages off, does that mean that he has seen it and is no longer obsessed with it? about that...

"bandage?"

The young man looked at the familiar figure standing at the door in a daze. He didn't realize what she was saying for a while, and then he suddenly realized a very important thing.

"Why are you here?"

"what are you talking about."

Hong Dongmei frowned and looked at him worriedly, "This is our home, where else can I be if I'm not here."

"our home?"

The young man was stunned for a moment, the previous drowsiness had completely dissipated at this moment, he raised his head and looked around at the familiar but long-lost environment around him, a trace of confusion flashed in his eyes.

"I am back?"

Hong Dongmei felt that it might be necessary to take her younger brother to the hospital to have a look later. Just now, she thought that her younger brother had completely come out of the psychological shadow. Before she was happy for a while, she saw him looking like he had lost his soul. Not to mention a little relief, I'm afraid it's getting worse.

"Where's Qiuren?"

The boy suddenly asked in a ignorant manner.

When Hong Dongmei heard this strange name, she frowned delicately, with a trace of doubt on her face, "Who is Qiu Ren?"

The boy's body froze.

Qiu Ren is not here...

Then, almost subconsciously, he quickly picked up the mobile phone beside him, and before Hong Dongmei wondered where his mobile phone came from, the boy dialed the only contact in the mobile phone address book.

After a short but long "beep" sound, a sweet female voice came from the other end of the phone.

[Sorry, the number you dialed is empty, please check it before dialing...]

The boy pressed the hang up button without hesitation, and then dialed again, but no matter how many times he repeated the call, the cold sentence [Sorry, the number you dialed is empty... ...]

The young man stared blankly at the brand-new smartphone in his hand. The word "Good morning" edited earlier had not been sent successfully so far, and a rare look of helplessness appeared on his usually expressionless little face.

"Jiao Dong, what's wrong with you?"

Hong Dongmei looked carefully at the young man holding a mobile phone in his hand who seemed to be in a trance. It was the first time she saw her younger brother showing such an expression. After that incident, the expression on the child's face was obviously much less.

"It's nothing."

After a long while, the young man who came back to his senses shook his head lightly, and responded sullenly to the girl at the door.

"Then you change your clothes and prepare to eat. Breakfast is ready."

"Ah."

"Breakfast has your favorite buckwheat... Eh? What's wrong with you?!"

Only halfway through Hong Dongmei's words, she rushed to the boy with a panicked look on her face.

"What's wrong with me?"

The boy looked blankly at the panicked sister opposite.

"Stomach pain? Headache? Or something uncomfortable? Do you want to see a doctor?"

Hong Dongmei asked with a concerned face.

"I don't have any discomfort."

The boy shook his head and denied it.

"Then why are you crying?"

Hong Dongmei hesitated and pointed at the liquid overflowing from the corner of the boy's eyes. She didn't have a handkerchief on her, so she couldn't wipe it off for the boy.

He froze for a moment, then unconsciously raised his hand and wiped it on his face, feeling the moist touch from his fingertips.

it's tears...

he is crying...

[You are only seven years old now, so when you feel sad, you can cry freely without taking into account the feelings around you, because crying is the right of children. 】

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