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When he woke up again, Yong was sitting facing the window, the curtains were opened a little, and the sun was making his calf itchy.

This is a common trick—let the sunlight wake him up; but he can’t say anything about it, because “the old people don’t sleep much.”

Not wearing a shirt, Shinobu walked lightly, wrapping his arms around Yong's shoulders from behind.

"Where should I go?" Yong lazily held the hand on his chest, with the other hand hovering green smoke.

It was almost time to check out, but the two of them still didn't know where to go next, so they could only hug instead of thinking, and simply let time go by.

"I'll go wherever you go." Shinobu tightened his arms again, and buried half of his face in Yong's neck.

The orange-red flames burned quietly in the gray-white soot.It is no longer a person's travel, Shinobu emphasized so much, which made Yong feel very comforted.

"That's it."

I have always been like this, complicating things one-sidedly.Time or something is no longer important, as long as the two are together, there will always be a way.

The hands held by him are very relaxed, and he can always give himself peace of mind.It just so happened that it was not just him, but also himself, wherever he was, that was fine, it was the place where he wanted and would always stay.

"Go and eat something," so I solved it in the most relaxing way.Yong extinguished the cigarette, "Let's eat and think."

Shinobu nodded, still holding Yong's hand reluctantly.Suddenly, he jerked his head up.

"what..."

"what happened?"

"By the way," Shinobu stretched out his hand, "Lend me your phone."

"...Well." The picture replayed in his mind, the moment he threw the phone into the sea, he told himself forcefully that in his world, he was the only one from now on.

Not quite understanding what kind of medicine he was hiding in the gourd at the moment, and handing over the phone, Yong felt that Shinobu had brought too much shock to him these two days.

"...Hey, it's me, Takatsuki Shinobu." He dialed the number skillfully, and Shinobu who was sitting on the bed looked a little excited, even shaking his toes childishly.

"Yes."

"Yes."

"um, yes."

"Okay, I'll listen to him instead."

The mobile phone was tossed and returned to his palm - it was a person he knew and he also knew.Yong took it suspiciously and put it next to his ear, looking at the young master opposite with a somewhat smug expression.

"...Hey."

"Ah."

In the end, he still lost to this kid.

Yong shook his head, took the opposite hand and put it on his forehead.

"You, if you don't treat him well again," Hiroki's voice on the phone paused and was a little hoarse, "I won't let you off, you bastard!"

"Yes." Yong closed his eyes and smiled.

"I see."

Sitting in the restaurant of the hotel, Yong and Ren bowed their heads silently to eat.

How did he find him, how did Hiroki help him, and how much did he know about his own situation?With too many doubts in his heart, Yong raised his eyes to look at Ren from time to time.

Seeing that he was eating deliciously, he swallowed the words as they came to his lips.After coming and going, both of them ate a lot.

Coming out of the restaurant, Yong rubbed his stomach, he hadn't gorged himself for a long time.Age is indeed a big problem, and the "child" next to him who eats about the same amount as himself has a normal face.

"Let's go for a walk."

The ground was hot from the sun, and there were not many people on the road.Yong and Ren got very close, basically Yong was talking, and Ren was listening—how did they get to the town, what did they do every day, who did they meet, and what interesting things happened.

"So, fate or something..." Suddenly remembering Shinobu, that painted-faced kitten, Yong laughed.

"What?" Shinobu was a little concerned when he heard the word "fate".No wonder, I always believed in it back then, and I still believe in it today, this is the bond between him and myself.

The red light that prohibits pedestrians from passing was on, and the two stopped.

"It's nothing, a secret." I used to think that I would no longer have any contact with him, but I didn't expect the appearance of the cat, which made me believe that this relationship with him was arranged by the gods.A little unwilling, if this kid knew that he still had such feelings, he would laugh his teeth out.

"cut."

"hey-hey."

"Then, what about other places?" When the green light came on, the two continued to move; they didn't hold hands, but their arms touched each other.

"Where?"

"Have you been to...other places?" The white shirt in the taxi, the only memory of going to Kagoshima.I kind of want to confirm that if it was really him that time, then the answer is really——

"Well, ah! I've been to Kagoshima because of Hiroki."

really.

"That's it."

Suppressing a smile, he grinned in great satisfaction.

"what happened?"

That's okay, even if we have to go through separation.

"It's so weird to laugh, Shinobu."

But somewhere there is always a kind of force that will pull each other, creating accidents again and again.

"The more you talk, the more excited you are, tell me quickly!"

because--

"It's nothing." Quickly regaining his composure, he rubbed his nose forbearance, "Secret."

"Brat, learn from me!"

This is destiny.

"I see." Ryo Nosaka hung up the phone, and lit the bottom of the dry glass for the bartender.

"Yes." Soon, the glass in front of him changed, and the transparent ice cubes reflected the golden-yellow transparent liquid, giving off an attractive luster.

The Takatsuki family has been very uneasy these two days.First of all, it was about her own campaign, and Risako "let go" at this time.Yuo Takatsuki aged a lot in an instant, and the father and daughter also started a cold war-"father" became a topic that was forbidden to discuss at home.

"Nosaka..." A familiar voice came from behind.Having lost the election, coupled with the stimulation of alcohol, Nosaka no longer wants to care whether he will make headlines because of this turn.

The person wearing glasses was surprised, Nosaka smiled awkwardly, and pointed to the chair beside him.

"It's like having a glass." Sitting down on the chair, Jun Nagasaki pushed his glasses, but before he could speak, Nosaka snatched him away, as if he wanted to send the bartender away immediately.

"What a coincidence, I met Dr. Nagasaki here. I didn't expect you to have a hobby of drinking once in a while." Nosaka took a sip from his glass and put it down.

"It's not often that such a high-end club..." The wine was served, but Nagasaki didn't move, "It's you, is it okay to appear in this kind of place?"

"Don't worry," Nosaka Ryo sneered, "It's time for me to stop, too."