Qiu Ren is always very tired [Comprehensive]

At around 12:31 pm on December [-]st, Akito received a call from Harada asking him to visit the shrine for New Year's worship at [-]:[-] pm, saying that he was praying for his studies while seeking marriage.

Without any hesitation, Qiuren directly rejected his proposal, and euphemistically said that he already had his studies and marriage, and it would be better to leave it to those who need it more.

Harada was so angry that he hung up the phone directly.

Qiuren put the phone aside, picked up the neutral fountain pen that was left aside, and continued to solve the math problem that was half solved just now. Respond with hindsight.

It turns out that tomorrow is the New Year.

Since coming to this world, his concept of time has become more and more blurred.

New Year, what should we do?

After solving the last math problem, Qiu Ren put the exercise book aside, propped his chin with one hand, and began to recall how he spent the New Year in the past.

There seems to be nothing special, except that in the first few years he would take Jing Ye to visit Kiyomizu Temple, and in the next few years, he basically just went back to his hometown for a meal, and then greeted the seniors who came to visit. That's it.

As for the preparation of the New Year's Eve dinner, as well as the decoration of the room and courtyard, these are all handled by Uncle Matsumoto, and it is not his turn to worry about them.

So in fact, throughout the New Year, he just needs to sit at the dining table, pick up chopsticks and open his mouth to eat.

The more important the holiday is, the busier the hero's business is. He has not come back until two or three in the morning for several days in a row, and he will go out before six in the morning. Qiu Ren reckons that he may have to work overtime tonight to return. coming.

But Qiuren still sent him a message asking if he would come back for dinner tonight.

The news from Hong came back very quickly, saying that he was going to patrol another area tonight, and he probably wouldn't be back until tomorrow morning, and he apologized later.

Although he had already guessed that this would be the case, Qiuren was still a little disappointed when he actually saw the news.

Although the New Year has no special meaning to him, it is no different from other festivals, but this is the first New Year he and Hong have spent together, and Qiu Xin still has something with him in his heart. The idea of ​​a New Year's Eve vigil together.

However, this loss only lasted for a short while, and after Qiu Ren responded with "Got it", he began to think about how he should spend this New Year's Eve.

In the past New Year's Eve, after the New Year's Eve dinner, those uncles and relatives who separated from the family would stay in the reception room and talk with the head of the family about this year's achievements and plans for the coming year. own plan.

With a background like theirs, most of the friends they meet are either rich or noble, and the favorite thing for rich people to do besides making money is banquets.Every year on New Year's Eve, these so-called high-class people will hold a grand and gorgeous party at home.

Every year, Qiuren receives many invitations to parties, and every time he asks his father in advance, he will decide which family's banquet to attend this year.

In fact, he doesn't like the noisy place of hypocrisy, the strong and pungent perfume smell of the lady makes him dizzy, but every year he has to tolerate those choking smells, and with that false smile, he talks to these people Offer a polite compliment.

This year, just stay at home and watch the Red and White Song Concert.

The promotional advertisement of the Red and White Song Festival was playing on the TV, looking at the young artists singing and dancing on the screen, Qiu Ren quickly made a decision.

The mobile phone that was placed aside made a vibrate, and sent a message asking him if his back still hurts.

Boom These days, he has been busy until two or three o'clock in the middle of the night, and he has to leave before six o'clock in the morning. There is no time to stay for dinner, let alone do other things.

This morning, Qiuren originally wanted to get him breakfast early, but for some reason, it ended up being dragged and hugged by him and sat on his lap for more than an hour. It's longer, and I don't know if it's because the pressure I've accumulated recently is too much, the intensity is not well controlled, and I accidentally toss hard.

When Qiuren dragged himself to the bathroom to take a shower, there was almost no intact spot on his neck or even his chest, all were densely packed with ambiguous red marks.Fortunately, because of his physical fitness, he recovered quickly, and by the afternoon, the discomfort on his body had basically disappeared.

But even so, he was tortured enough in the morning, and he lost consciousness down the waist for a while. Qiu Ren was already a little dissatisfied with the morning, but now he was brought out again by the instigator, and he added an understatement " I will try my best to control the strength in the future." For a while, the expression on Qiu Ren's face was unpredictable, and two bright red streaks spread from the base of the ear to the fair face.

There is no more.

Qiuren originally wanted to send this message, but when he calmed down, he felt that this sentence was a bit naive, so he deleted the line, edited a new one, "Concentrate on patrol, don't play with your phone" and sent it as a reply.

Hong saw this news after he rescued a little girl from the scene of the fire. At that time, the rescued little girl was throwing herself into the arms of her parents and crying loudly. Saw this message.Thinking of the young man on the other end pretending to be calm even though he was ashamed, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but rise.

"No way, senior, are you laughing?!"

Kiyoko Mizumori had just brought the fire under control, and when she came over, she saw this unbelievable scene, that Hong Jiaodong, who was always known for his lack of facial expressions, unexpectedly showed a smile-like expression at this moment.

Hong raised his head and gave her a questioning look, and at the same time the smile on the corner of his mouth also subsided.

Kiyoko Mizumori: ...

That just now was indeed her illusion, thinking about it, how could that senior laugh...

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At seven o'clock in the evening, Qiu Ren put the refreshments prepared in advance on the coffee table, and then sat on the sofa and waited for the red and white song meeting to start.This was the first time he watched the live broadcast of the Red and White Song Club. In the past, he always watched the replay of the next day.

Five minutes before the opening of the Red and White Song Festival, the phone placed on the coffee table vibrated suddenly. Akito glanced at it, and the name of Harada was displayed on the screen.

Qiuren actually didn't really want to answer it, but he knew that with Harada's temperament, if he didn't answer it now, he would definitely send a bunch of messages to bombard him later, so when the phone on the coffee table vibrated for the third time, he still picked it up and pressed the button. Press the answer key.

"Help, big guy!"

The first second the call was connected, Harada's anxious and panicked voice came through the receiver of the phone.

Sure enough, it shouldn't be accepted.

Qiu Ren thought with some regret.

Qiuren imagined several ways to spend New Year's Eve, but none of them included going to the detention center to release someone on bail.

"I don't participate in any social activities anymore!"

The moment he came out of the detention center, Harada said with lingering fear.

According to what he said, he was coaxed by two boys he didn't know to join a fellowship while wandering on the road. As a result, the fellowship was only halfway through when a group of policemen came and arrested the two boys.

It turned out that the two boys were habitual offenders, and they often cheated young girls out of money under the pretext of friendship. Harada, who was with them, was also arrested as an accomplice.Harada didn't dare to call home and tell his parents about it, so he could only ask Qiu Ren to come and release him on bail.

"That's what you said last time when those girls let you down, and when you found out that the photos don't match your own."

Qiu Ren recounted his black history with a calm face.

"This really is the last time! I promise!"

Harada touched the back of his head resentfully, and promised not very sincerely.

"By the way, did I interrupt your time with your marriage partner?"

Harada found that Akito didn't seem to be in a particularly good mood, and thought he was disturbing others, so he asked cautiously.

"No."

Qiuren brushed off a snowflake from his collar and shook his head.

"He won't come back from working overtime tonight."

"Working overtime on New Year's Eve?!"

Harada looked like he saw a ghost, "What does your marriage partner do? He's so busy..."

"It's a busy job anyway."

Qiu Ren exhaled, the cold night wind stinging his face, he piled the scarf around his neck on his face, half of his face was buried in the scarf.

"I'll go back first, you will always have the money to take a taxi back."

His voice was muffled through the thick cashmere scarf.

"Wait!"

Harada quickly grabbed his collar, "If you have nothing to do, why don't we sit in a bar and go to the shrine when it's almost twelve o'clock?"

Harada suggested with anticipation.

"not so good."

Qiu Ren directly rejected his proposal with a smile on his face, turned around and left.

"You can't do this to me! I told my parents to play with you tonight and they allowed me to go out. If I go back now, they will definitely ask me what happened. I can't tell what happened just now. They, so you are responsible to me!"

Harada rushed to catch up with Qiuren's footsteps, and kept talking non-stop while running, and when he didn't pay attention, he spoke a little excitedly, and his voice rose accordingly.

Especially the last sentence, people with a radius of hundreds of meters can hear it clearly.

Looking at the tall young man who suddenly appeared in front of him, only ten meters away from him, at this moment the other party was quietly looking at him with those gray and blue eyes.

Qiuren suddenly felt a little back pain.

You really shouldn't be going out tonight.

Qiu Ren thought with some regret.

The author has something to say:

Today is still a day I want to drive_(:з」∠)_

I want to write about Qiu Ren's red eyes and hoarse voice when he is pressed on Mr. Hong's thigh_(:з」∠)_

The speed of the car in my mind has reached [-] yards, but in reality, I only dare to push my small broken three-wheeled car at a constant speed of [-] kilometers per hour, and I even worry about whether I will meet the urban management to check the water meter_(: з"∠)_