Qiu Ren is always very tired [Comprehensive]

With a bag for clothes in one hand and a bag for breakfast in the other, Yamada opened the door in front of him with some difficulty.

As soon as the door was pushed open, a piercing chill hit his face. Yamada shivered for a while, and while standing at the entrance taking off his shoes, he complained that it was so damn cold here.

Until he saw the phenomenon in the bedroom that couldn't be explained by common sense.

"What's the situation?"

As soon as Yamada pushed open the bedroom door, he saw that the whole room seemed to be decorated as a scene of an ice and snow world in an amusement park. He stepped back and walked in again to make sure that he had entered the right room.

"The air conditioner in the room is broken."

The owner of the room explained calmly.

"You are lying! Which brand of air conditioner is broken and can cause such consequences!"

"Well, I think it's from Panasonic..."

"Who asked you this!"

After Yamada complained a few words, he turned his gaze to the 1.8-meter big bed in the bedroom, on which lay a boy with strange hair color at the moment. The boy was closing his eyes tightly at the moment, and he didn't know if he was asleep or fainted. past.

"Whose child is this?"

With such a special hair color, one can leave a deep impression upon seeing it. Yamada is sure that he has never seen this child before.

"I picked it up when I was walking in the morning. It should not be a nearby resident."

"I picked it up while walking again? A dog and a cat are not enough, but this time I even picked up a person. How many things are you going to pick up!"

Yamada acted like I really convinced you.

Qiu Ren waited patiently for him to finish complaining, and when the young man on the opposite side seemed not ready to say anything more, he opened his mouth slowly.

"I'm going back to Kyoto tomorrow."

Yamada raised his eyebrows, "Go back to my home?"

Qiu Ren nodded slightly, "There will be a family dinner tomorrow."

Then he looked at the unconscious boy on the bed, "Tomorrow you take him to the store to take care of him for a day."

"No."

As soon as Akito finished speaking, Yamada immediately refused.

"I have an appointment with Mari to go to the aquarium tomorrow, and I don't have time to take care of this kid."

Qiu Ren glanced at him, "The year-end bonus is doubled."

Yamada's attitude was quite firm, "Ten times can't do it. I had an appointment with Mari for almost half a month before she agreed to go to the aquarium with me. This is the most important thing related to my happiness for the rest of my life."

Qiuren changed the condition again, "The Feng family will open a marine-themed nursing home in Tokyo next month, and I can help you get two tickets."

The corner of Yamada's mouth twitched, "The ocean-themed sanatorium is also a sanatorium. I chose the sanatorium for my date because I don't want to live."

Akito was silent for a moment, as if he was still thinking about other conditions, and Yamada spoke before he could speak.

"You might as well take this brat back to Feng's house together."

Qiuren: "..."

When the boy woke up, the first thing he saw was the black-haired young man sitting in front of the floor-to-ceiling window and reading a book. The petals of cherry blossoms outside the window were brought into the bedroom by the wind, but the young man was wearing a light gray dress that didn't suit the season. down jacket.

"You're awake."

Qiu Ren closed the book in his hand, walked to the bed, looked at the young man lying on the bed, the vigilance in the young man's eyes gathered again in an instant.

"Although there are many things I want to ask you, the most urgent thing is to ask you to solve the situation in the house. I think you should have a way to solve it, right?"

In the 20-square-meter bedroom, every part is covered with snow-white and transparent frost, as if it has been decorated with the theme of an ice and snow world. The room is very cold. If it is placed in the hot summer, it will be a summer resort. The key It is only April now, and it has not been long since spring has just entered. After a lapse of a month, he had to put on his down jacket that was stuffed into the bottom of the cabinet again.

A trace of hesitation flashed through the boy's light gray pupils, but in the end he stretched out his left hand and placed it on the frosted place. The subsequent development was like magic, a white mist evaporated, and with this mist The appearance of the bedroom, which was covered with a layer of frost, is returning to its original appearance at a speed visible to the naked eye.

When the bedroom was completely restored to its original state, the boy lost his strength and collapsed on the bed again.

Akito walked to the desk and opened the bag of breakfast that Yamada had sent over. There were many kinds of breakfast in it, but due to time constraints, most of the breakfast was cold. He planned to heat it up in the kitchen microwave later.

"What do you eat, bread, milk, rice balls, or sandwiches?"

While searching for the breakfast in the bag, Qiuren asked the boy on the bed.

"Soba noodles."

"Ok?"

"Do you have soba..."

The boy lowered his head and said in a low voice.

Qiuren rummaged through the bag for a while, and finally found a box of instant soba noodles. He turned his head and looked at the boy on the bed, "Is this kind okay?"

The boy nodded slightly.

"Then I'll warm it up first."

Qiuren took another piece of rice ball and a carton of milk from the bag, and prepared to heat them in the kitchen.

"no need."

The boy shook his head, with a serious expression on his little face with a bit of baby fat, "I don't like hot food."

……

"Perhaps you may find my next words unbelievable, but I think it is still necessary to tell you the truth of the matter."

After Qiuren finished his breakfast, he decided to have a showdown with the boy, but the boy in front of him was still engrossed in eating the soba noodles on the plate, as if he didn't hear what Qiuren said at all.

Qiuren didn't care about his attitude and continued talking.

After he told about all kinds of creatures appearing next to his pillow one after another in the past few days, the teenager paused while eating noodles, and after saying "space is personality", before Qiuren asked what "personality" is He continued to bury his head in eating the noodles.

"But your situation is better than dogs and cats, at least you can tell me where your home is."

The boy ate the noodles again, and after a few seconds, he put down the chopsticks in his hand, looked up at the black-haired young man opposite him, his light gray eyes were full of determination.

"I'm not going back."

It's not that I don't want to go back, but I don't want to go back.

Looking at the several layers of white bandages wrapped around the boy's left eye, coupled with the vigilance and defense that the boy showed at the beginning, in an instant, all kinds of news about "domestic violence" flashed in Qiuren's mind.

But he is not a philanthropist after all. There are countless examples of domestic violence in the world. He doesn't have the energy to deal with them one by one. Such matters can only be handed over to the police in the end. If his ability is discovered by outsiders, it is absolutely impossible for the government to ignore it.

His family runs a hospital, so he naturally understands how precious material such people who are different from ordinary people are.

After contemplating for a moment, Qiu Ren finally made a decision.

"I can take you in temporarily, but if your parents come to me, I won't care about it, and the most important thing I hope you can remember is not to expose your special ability in front of others except me. "

It was as if he had done charity on a whim.

After the boy heard his words, a trace of bewilderment flashed across his immature face, but he finally nodded.

"Thank you."

he whispered.

"Then the name, since we're going to live together in the future, at least I need to know your name, or if you don't mind, I'll just call you Soba Boy."

Qiuren looked at the young man who still had a few soba noodles left in front of him, and the corners of his lips curved upwards slightly.

The boy was stunned for a moment, and then fell into deep thought briefly, as if he was really considering the feasibility of this title.

A few seconds later, he looked at the black-haired young man opposite, and said slowly, "Your name..."

He paused, then continued, "Tell me your name first."

Qiu Ren raised his eyebrows, "Didn't I tell you my name before?"

The boy shook his head with a straight face, "It's not that, it's his real name."

Qiu Ren was amused by his serious look, "But according to your age, you should call me by that name."

The boy didn't speak, just looked at him calmly.

"Alright alright……"

Qiuren decided not to tease him anymore.

"My name is Feng Qiuren, a real name."

"phoenix……"

The young man whispered his name softly.

"I'm not the only one named Feng."

Qiu Ren frowned, "So you should call me Brother Qiu Ren."

"Autumn people."

The boy decided on this title without hesitation.

"so rude."

Qiu Ren stretched out his hand and quickly pinched the boy's slightly baby-fat face, as if punishing him for calling him by his first name.

The young man raised his hand in a daze to touch the pinched position, a trace of confusion flashed in his light gray pupils.

"Can you tell me your name now? Soba Boy."

Aware of the boy's trance, Qiu Ren reached out and waved his hand a few times in front of the boy's eyes, trying to bring him back to his senses.

Several cherry blossom trees were planted in the courtyard, and a gust of wind rolled up the pink and white petals, and they fell into the bedroom along the open floor-to-ceiling windows on the second floor. One of the petals happened to land on the top of the boy's head, sandwiched between the boy's white and red hair.

Qiuren stretched out his hand to remove the petals from the boy's head, but when his fingertips touched the soft petals, he heard the boy whisper.

"Boom and freeze."

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