Qiu Ren is always very tired [Comprehensive]

"It seems that there will be a fireworks display by the sea tonight, at twelve o'clock."

A gust of cold wind blew by, and Harada was shivering on the street, and his thin windbreaker couldn't resist the invasion of the cold air at night.

"Oh."

Qiu Ren responded casually.

"If you don't want to go to the shrine, how about we go to the beach to watch the fireworks together? But before that, we have to find a warmer place to stay. My nose is almost freezing off in this damn weather."

"Don't go."

Qiu Ren flatly rejected his proposal.

"Let's part here."

Qiu Ren stood still and pointed to the direction on the right, "I'm going back to watch the Red and White Song Concert. Before the show ends, I will temporarily add you to the blacklist. By the way, if you encounter any emergency, I suggest you Call your family directly."

Harada looked at him aggrievedly, "Can I go to your house and watch it together?"

Qiu Ren gave him a rather formulaic smile, "No."

During the New Year, all major shopping malls closed one after another, and the usually lively streets suddenly became deserted. On the long streets, there were only a few homeless vagrants walking daggers with wine bottles.

Qiuren bought a bag of oranges at a nearby convenience store, and the young store manager gave him a box of lemon mousse as a New Year's gift.

After solving a few drunks who made trouble with alcohol, Qiu Ren returned to the empty house, looking at the empty living room, the refreshments on the coffee table have not had time to eat, but the tea in the teapot is no longer half warm .

A faint sense of loneliness suddenly appeared in his heart. He remembered the time when he ran into Hong on the street. Even though the distance was short, the eyes met in mid-air, and Qiu Ren saw his own reflection in those calm eyes.

Even though it was a cold winter night on the street, there seemed to be a warm current gushing out from the depths of his heart, flowing quietly in his blood.

When I was alone before, I never felt such a lonely state of mind. Is it because today is New Year's Eve?

No, in the past New Year's Eve, he would prefer to spend it alone, go back to his own residence, sit on the sofa and watch the unnutritious New Year's program on TV, just waiting for the arrival of the New Year with nothing to do.

At this moment, he was sitting on the sofa in the living room, peeling oranges while watching the singer in a beautiful kimono on TV, singing a rather old enka leisurely in a slightly vicissitudes of voice.

The orange-red orange flesh is slightly cool in the mouth, and the sweet juice stimulates the sensitive taste buds on the tip of the tongue. On the TV screen, some elderly singers sang simple but regretful songs with a little nostalgia on their faces.

【If かったあのごろ, He も fear くかった】

When I was young, I was fearless.

When Qiuren heard this line of lyrics, he was stunned. He had already passed, one foot had already stepped on the threshold of adulthood, but in the eyes of others, he was still young, very young.

Although young, but no longer young.

You can only be called a teenager before the age of 16. You will be troubled by your studies. When you see someone you like, you will blush and feel bewildered. You must have the courage to write a love letter and confess in person. Even if you are rejected, you will only be sad for a while. With the comfort and company of friends around me, I regain my mood. After school, I will discuss where I will go to play later. A new good-looking transfer student arrives in the class next door. Teacher XX is getting married. Which celebrity is rumored to be... …

Akito hadn't experienced this when he was 16 years old.

He will not be troubled by his studies. There are many admirers of him. They write love letters or confess in person almost every day, but he has never responded to any of them. He is not close enough to discuss. Where to hang out after school friends, it should be said, he has no friends.

The 16-year-old Fengqiuren, just like the Fengqiuren in the past 18 years, has played the role of Fengqiuren with due diligence.

Fengqiu's people are no longer young, but they are still young and luckier.

Fengqiu, a native of Fengqiu, met the seven-year-old Hong Jiaodong.

Fengqiu, a native of Fengqiu, met 16-year-old Hong Jiaodong.

Qiu Ren met the 26-year-old Hong Jiao Dong.

Qiu Ren never experienced the fearless and fearless youth in the lyrics, but when he was still young, he met Hong Jiao Dong.

He has always been aware of the other party's dependence on him, even though he has lost his memory, the almost persistent dependence has never changed.

He doesn't have much sense of responsibility, but his superior talents often make people around him unconsciously rely on him.

In the first year of high school, he became the leader of the karate club. The same grade or the seniors relied on him to win the national championship. In the second year of high school, he was elected as the president of the student council, and all the members relied on him to make correct decisions.

He is used to ordinary people's dependence on him, but compared to giving others a casual response, he is more tolerant and caring about Hong's dependence, almost unconditionally meeting any of his requirements.

Treating someone unconditionally is actually a loss-making business. The other party may not care about your efforts, and even if they notice, they may not give the same return.

Qiu Ren had done two such transactions, with the targets of his mother and Jing Ye, but both transactions ended in failure.His mother didn't even look at him once in the end. As for Jing Ye, he got the same reward from Jing Ye, but the reward lasted too short. When he saw alienation on the similar faces, he terminated this unilateral transaction.

Businessmen don't do business that loses money. After these two failures, Qiuren originally planned to never do this kind of business again in his life. , he changed his mind.

One last time, one last attempt to give unreservedly to someone...

At 45:15, the Red and White Song Concert came to an end in the melody of "Light of Fireflies". There are still [-] minutes until the New Year. Many people, like Qiu Ren, are sitting on the sofa in the living room, quietly waiting for the New Year The coming of the new year, some people are squatting in front of the shrine, waiting for the arrival of zero, to be the first wave of New Year's worshippers.

Qiuren was sleepy as early as ten o'clock. When he didn't work overtime, he always went to bed on time at 09:30. He let him take the flow and developed the habit of going to bed early.

The heating in the living room was fully turned on, and it was rare for Qiuren to be lazy. He lay on the sofa and fell asleep as soon as the Red and White Song Concert was over. The TV was still on, and the young anchor was talking about something excitedly, but he The weak consciousness was taken away by sleepiness, and I didn't hear what was said on the TV at all.

It has been a while since he had a dream about his childhood. When he was in kindergarten, he overheard a little boy in the same class complaining to his peers that his mother would rub his forehead on his forehead every morning before waking him up. Kiss, last time this matter was seen by his cousin, who is one year younger than him, and she has been making fun of him for it during that time.

But isn't this the New Year's resolution you made last year?You told me last year that you wish your mom would give you a kiss every morning.

His companion looked at him puzzled.

Because I was a kid then, now I'm a big boy, I don't need a kiss every day.

The boy said rather distressed.

Qiu Ren at the side listened to all these words calmly. On New Year's Eve that year, he ran to the shrine near his home and silently made this wish in the bitter cold wind.

I hope that every morning in the future, I can get a kiss from my mother.

……

The gentle kiss was like a feather, brushing over his forehead, eyebrows, nose, and lips.

Qiu Ren's sleep has always been relatively shallow, even though the other party's movements were gentle, he was still woken up.

He had just escaped from a bizarre dream, his head seemed to be stuffed with a ball of cotton, forcibly blocking every nerve in the brain, and there was a dull pain in his temples on both sides.

He inquired about the faint smell of mint, and the cool breath relieved his headache very well. Qiu Ren subconsciously moved over there, and the other party reached out to wrap him in his arms as usual, without making a sound, just Sitting quietly on the sofa.

A few minutes later, Qiu Ren's consciousness gradually returned. He picked up the glasses that he put aside and put them on, and his blurred vision regained clarity.

"what time is it?"

He just woke up and his voice was a little hoarse.

Hong picked up the warm water prepared in advance on the coffee table and handed it to him, "It's almost two o'clock."

The warm liquid properly relieved the dryness of the throat, Qiu Ren put down the water glass, and brushed off the snowflakes that hadn't melted on the right collar of the young man.

"Is it snowing outside?"

The dark gray curtains tightly cover the windows, completely isolating the indoors and the outdoors into two different worlds.

"There was a game around twelve o'clock."

Akito remembered Harada's mention of a firework display by the sea in the early morning, and wondered if it would still be held after it snowed.

"You want to watch the fireworks?"

The other party asked back after hearing his doubts.

Qiuren shook his head, "I'm not interested in going to the beach to blow the cold wind in winter."

"Not going to the beach."

Hong stood up suddenly, took off his cashmere coat and put it on Qiu Ren, and pulled him up from the sofa under Qiu Ren's puzzled gaze.

"What are you doing outside?"

Although Qiuren was confused, he still let him lead him out of the door. It was still snowing outside, and a thin layer of snow had piled up on the ground of the courtyard, and a lot of white had fallen on the rose bushes on both sides. Standing in the yard, Qiu Ren just came out of the warm room, and suddenly felt a little uncomfortable with the cold air outside, and flinched unconsciously.

He looked at the young man beside him, the coat was on him, he was only wearing a light gray turtleneck sweater, but he didn't look cold at all, even in this icy and snowy environment , is still the same indifferent appearance.

"Watch the fireworks."

"?"

Where are the fireworks?

Before Qiuren could open his mouth to ask, Hong stretched out his left hand, and a small cluster of flames shot out from his fingertips. Qiuren could almost feel the scorching temperature. Afterwards, this cluster of flames seemed to have a consciousness of its own. , suddenly rose into the dark night sky, and immediately, more flames condensed from his fingertips, clusters of flames rose into the night sky one after another, the orange-red flames lit up the dark and cold night, but these flames soon disappeared. Disappears in the air like fleeting fireworks at a summer festival.

"Does it look good?"

Hong turned his head to look at him, his indifferent facial features softened a lot against the firelight, maybe it was a psychological illusion, but Qiuren suddenly felt that he wasn't so cold anymore.

"nice."

"I will show it to you next year. As long as you like it, I will show it to you every year in the future."

His eyes seemed to still have the residual heat of flames, and Qiu Ren saw his complete and clear reflection in those beautiful eyes.

"it is good."

A snowflake fell on his eyelashes, and was quickly melted by the body temperature. The crystal water droplets slowly slid down the slender eyelashes to the corner of his eyes, leaving a thin trace of wetness.

"Happy New Year, Scorch."

"Happy New Year."

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