Qiu Ren is always very tired [Comprehensive]

The black Bentley was driving at a constant speed on the newly repaired flat concrete road. The sycamore trees on both sides of the road stood tall, and the tops of the trees were lush green. The afternoon sun shone on the tall trees on both sides of the road. The emerald green leaf tips were like It is plated with a layer of brilliant gold, reflecting a warm color.The warm orange sunlight shines through the gaps between the leaves, scattered on the gray-blue concrete road, cutting into pieces of mottled fine shadows.

Qiuren was leaning on the soft backseat. The nearly [-]-hour plane journey had brought him a little fatigue. The teenager sitting next to him was looking out the window in a trance, the lush trees reflected In his eyes, left afterimages of vitality.

"There is still an hour to go home, do you want to sleep for a while?"

The air conditioner in the car was fully turned on, Qiu Ren took out two blankets from the grid under the seat and handed one to the boy.

"I am not sleepy."

The boy shook his head, and took the blanket from Qiu Ren's hand, but he didn't cover his body like Qiu Ren did, he just held it in his hand.

"I want to see the scenery of this world."

"I think it should be no different from that world."

Looking at the unremarkable scenery along the way outside the window, Qiuren said calmly.He didn't deliberately lower his voice. According to Uncle Matsumoto's temperament, even if he really heard something, he would just pretend that he didn't hear it.

"Different."

Looking at the receding scenery outside the window, the boy shook his head slightly, "I can't find a scenery like this there."

Qiu Ren looked up at him, "Since when did you start to like looking at the scenery?"

"It's not that I like it, I just want to write down everything I see in front of me, and when I go back, there will be new things to commemorate."

The boy said softly, as if muttering to himself.

The expression on Qiu Ren's face paused slightly, looking at the handsome but slightly immature side face of the young man, a certain part of his heart softened quietly.

"After the engagement banquet is over, let's go on a trip. In three months, we can go to many places."

Qiuren suggested aloud.

"..."

The boy next to him didn't seem to expect him to say such words, and the expression on his face froze for a moment.

The scenery outside the window suddenly changed. The original lush greenery suddenly switched to a modern city made of steel and concrete. In an instant, the sound of cars honking, pedestrians talking, and the sound of advertisements in surrounding shops Like a flood, a brain swept up.

Amidst a group of noisy voices, Qiuren saw the young man next to him opening and closing his mouth as if he was saying something, but the surrounding noise completely covered the young man's voice, and Qiuren didn't hear a single word.

"Did you just say something?"

Akito signaled Uncle Matsumoto in the driver's seat to close all the car windows, and after blocking those annoying noises from the car windows, Akito asked the boy beside him.

"I said I'm looking forward to it."

The boy replied calmly.

"Well."

Qiu Ren didn't doubt him, he nodded and yawned, a burst of sleepiness suddenly rushed over like a tide.

"I'll sleep for a while, and call me when I get home."

This sentence was said to Hong who was next to him, and it was also said to Uncle Honda who was sitting in the driver's seat.

Both of them nodded silently in response, Qiu Ren pulled the thin blanket in his hand towards his body, and slowly closed his eyes and fell asleep in the posture of leaning on the back seat.

Without the conversation between the two, the atmosphere in the car suddenly became silent. Uncle Matsumoto continued to act as his driver, driving the car conscientiously, with his eyes only on the front, without looking into the rearview mirror. Take a glance at the location.

After entering the urban area, the boy's eyes were completely diverted from the busy traffic outside the window. Qiuren had brought him to such a lively urban area many times before. In the past eight years, these densely packed high-rise buildings And dense crowds have appeared in his dreams and memories countless times in the past eight years, and he really can't arouse much interest in these scenery that he has seen no less than a thousand times.

He turned his attention to the sleeping young man beside him. He was probably really tired. There was a faint bruise on the lower eyelid, which looked particularly conspicuous on this overly fair face.

I don't know if it's because the air conditioner in the car is turned on too much. The sleeping teenager shrank his shoulders unconsciously. He originally wanted to ask Uncle Matsumoto, who was sitting in the driver's seat, to turn up the temperature a bit, but he thought that the young man has always been shallow. Sleeping, afraid that the noise would wake him up, so he could only gently cover his body with the blanket that Qiu Ren gave him earlier.

Perhaps feeling the warmth from the outside world, the sleeping young man subconsciously stretched his slightly frowning brows, showing a contented expression on his face.

Qiu Ren's sleeping face has always been calm, as if to cater to the calm and easy-going image he left to the outside world, even when he was sleeping, he would maintain his daytime appearance, like this kind of defenseless and casual sleep. Yan is quite rare.

The air conditioner in the car made a slight "hissing" roar, and the young man quietly watched the rare defenseless sleeping face of the person beside him, a rare softness flashed in the lake blue and light gray eyes.

Until now, he still has an unreal feeling from time to time, and maybe all this is just a dream he had.Qiuren didn't recover his memory, they didn't return to this world, and even the fact that Qiuren appeared in front of him again was just his imagination.

The young man couldn't help stretching out his right hand, and lightly touched Qiu Ren's face. The soft and warm touch from his fingertips gradually calmed down his heart that had been in a panic for no reason.

Familiar temperature, familiar touch, yes, it is him...

When they got home, Qiuren was still a little dizzy in his head, and he was a little unsteady when he stood. Uncle Matsumoto drove the two of them home and drove away. The boy reached out to support him so that he would not be top-heavy fell to the ground.

Qiuren took out a bunch of keys from his pocket, found one of them and tried to align it with the keyhole, but maybe he had just woken up, and he couldn't fully regain consciousness, no matter how many times he tried, he couldn't insert the key into the lock hole.

"Let me do it."

The young man at the side took the key from him, and unscrewed the door lock with ease. The door of Qiu's house is equipped with a double lock, and there is a fingerprint lock behind the ordinary door lock.Hong looked at the fingerprint lock in front of him in a daze for a moment, then stretched out his right index finger and pressed lightly on the sensor a few seconds later.

"Beep!"

The transparent sensor made a crisp sound, and the door in front of him finally opened.

The boy stood at the door, his feet seemed to be stuck with glue, and he still refused to take a step forward.

Qiu Ren, who was walking in front of him, walked into the room only to find that the young man behind him hadn't followed at all, and stayed at the door unshakably like a door god.

"How long are you going to stand there?"

Qiu Ren turned his head and saw the expression on the young man's face that was mixed with bewilderment, hesitation and other complex emotions. He raised his eyebrows. He stepped forward and grabbed the young man's sleeve, and led the young man into the house rather forcefully.

"It may be too late to say this now..."

After dragging the young man into the house, Qiu Ren let go of his sleeves. The young man stood in the entrance, raised his head slightly and looked around, with a look of nostalgia unconsciously showing on his face.

Qiu Ren raised his hand and rubbed the boy's furry head lightly a few times, and the corners of his mouth slowly raised a gentle arc.

"Welcome home, Scorch."

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