Zongman: Kulaixiku, resurrection!

As a result, under the strong request of Kashiwa Sanhui and the eager expectation of Hongxia, Xiangzi finally took the skirt home.

Sitting on the tram, Xiangzi's mind was full of the image of Kashiwa Sanhui wearing a black leather coat and the protruding part of the windbreaker.

Can't we really find a chance to take a picture... No, no, Xiangzi, the doctor will feel embarrassed... Ah, but...

Xiangzi looked down and found that his breasts didn't seem as plump and firm as the doctor's.

Just as I was lost in thought, my cell phone's ringtone suddenly rang. It was Kashiwa Sanhui's LINE message.

"If Boss Chiyo asks why you're home so late, show her this picture."

Xiangzi glanced at the attached photo, his cheeks flushed in an instant, and his thoughts cleared.

This doctor...this...is a guy who has no male ethics!

……

Takamatsu Town, Takamatsu Light House.

The wind was a biting tonight, the departing warm current from the Pacific seeming to have carried away the vibrant summer. The usually noisy chirping of cicadas had vanished, replaced by a whistling cold wind and scattered fallen leaves.

The weather forecast says that autumn will come particularly early this year. Now it is only the second half of June and we can already feel the autumn feeling.

Although it might just be the climate disturbance caused by the typhoon season, Kashiwa Sanhui still wore the performance clothes given to him by Hongxia as his casual clothes, leaving only the hat at Fanxing.

One is to keep warm, and the other is to take time to send it to a familiar clothing store for maintenance and tailoring. This dress is still a bit tight, and I always feel like there is a bulge below the waist.

After ringing the doorbell at Takamatsu Deng's house, Kashiwa Sanhui said to the fixed intercom at the door: "Hello, I'm Kashiwa Sanhui, and I'm here to check on Takamatsu Deng's injury."

Now he is sitting at home in his room, writing something in front of his notebook, seemingly making the final revisions to the lyrics for the live performance in three days.

Deng's mother pushed the door open and said to Deng in a somewhat reproachful tone, "Deng, Dr. Baihe has sacrificed his rest time to come and visit you."

"Eh? Is the doctor here? I'm going to go greet him—Ahh!" Deng stood up with some surprise, but almost fell because of the unbalanced force on his feet.

Fortunately, Deng's mother was quick to support him. "Look, you're being so reckless again! Doctor Baihe specifically told you to get some rest, but you keep doing these reckless things to ruin his good intentions."

"Hmm..." Deng lowered his head in self-blame as he remembered that he had secretly gone to the observatory mountain a few days ago, causing Kashiwa Sanhui and Aine to be busy all night and unable to rest well.

"Okay, Mrs. Takamatsu, don't blame Deng like that." Kashiwa Miki suddenly appeared at the door of Deng's room and leaned against the wall. "After all, Deng is just a child."

"Doctor Baihe, why did you come upstairs so suddenly?" Deng's mother said to Baihe Sanhui apologetically, "I'm so sorry to bother you taking time out of your busy schedule to take care of Deng."

"It's a pity that her father is busy with work today and can't entertain you. If you don't mind, how about you honor me with dinner here tonight?"

"Thank you for your kindness, Mrs. Takamatsu," Kashiwa Miki smiled gently, his expression showing no sign of blaming Deng. "Besides checking Deng's exam today, I'd also like to have a quick chat with her."

"How about this, you make dinner first, and I'll talk to Deng here first?"

Deng's mother agreed happily, turned around and went downstairs to busy herself, without any intention of being on guard against Baihe Sanhui.

Let’s not talk about the fact that in the eyes of Deng’s parents, Baihe Sanhui is an extremely dedicated doctor. Deng has lived with Baihe Sanhui, and whatever he wanted to do for Deng had already been done long ago. There was really no need to come under the noses of Deng’s parents.

Besides, when the lights came back on, he was quite normal, able to eat and sleep, and was in very good health.

Watching his mother go downstairs and into the kitchen with the light on, Kashiwa Sanhui started from zero frame and opened the violin case directly.

"We don't have much time. Let's go over the songs we're going to sing at the live show as quickly as possible. I'll accompany you."

"No...don't you want to eat first?" Deng was a little surprised.

"As the old saying goes in China, you can play the violin when you are full and sing when you are hungry. It is better to sing when your stomach is empty." After setting up the violin and getting ready, Baihe Sanhui gestured to Deng to give him the music score.

"Oh... then, let's start then?"

Deng hurriedly rummaged through the drawer, found the music score, gave it to Kashiwa Sanhui, and then opened his lyrics book.

"In a place where no one knows, I'm slumped and dejected, even though you're right beside me..."

In this way, Baihe Sanhui stood upright beside the bed, Dengyazi sat on the bed, and the melodious piano music and clear singing came to the street from the open window.

As it turned out, Deng did not give up during these days at home. His singing level was basically the same as when he was in the practice room, and he even made some progress in monologue.

So after Kashiwa Sanhui went through the live song twice, he asked Deng Pei to record a song for him and upload it to YouTube with his own ideas.

Although I was interrupted by Mrs. Takamatsu who had finished cooking and was unable to start recording.

Kneeling in front of the dining table, Kashiwa Sanhui silently looked at the food in front of him.

It can’t be called a full banquet, it can only be called a fat-reducing meal.

"I'm so sorry for the poor hospitality."

Judging from Mrs. Takamatsu's expression, she didn't seem to think it was inappropriate to serve guests broccoli tempura, green beans and pork miso soup.

I remember the smell of meat was quite strong when I came here last time.

"Excuse me, Madam Gao Song, who usually cooks in your house?"

Baihe Sanhui drank a bowl of soup, which was so bland that it had no oil or fat.

"It's usually her father, but he always works overtime."

"It's a pity you couldn't stay for dinner last time. Her father was so determined to buy a big eel to entertain you."

Since the chef is not at home, why not learn from Mr. Trump and use McDonald's to host a banquet for guests? It's not embarrassing at all.

"By the way," Kashiwa Sanhui glanced at Deng who was silently eating... no, absorbing nutrition, "Deng's injuries have improved a lot. I think he can go back to school the day after tomorrow."

The light's eyes are bright now. Thank you so much, doctor!

"However, high-intensity exercise like running should definitely be avoided in the next few months. It's also best not to attend physical education classes. Not only can old injuries relapse easily, but new ones can also occur."

Baihe Sanhui glanced at Deng secretly, while Deng, sitting beside him, quietly pulled Baihe Sanhui's sleeve and the two began to exchange glances.

Baihe Sanhui frowned, "This is the limit of what I can do for you. The rest depends on you."

Gao Songdeng blinked his eyes, live will definitely not disappoint you, doctor!

As for Mrs. Gao Song, she just sat there with a smile on her face. Deng and Dr. Baihe have a really good relationship. She no longer has to worry about Deng being bullied at school...

……

7pm, Rising.

"So, that guy isn't coming back for dinner again?"

Damn Ke Sanhui, was he just trying to coax me yesterday?

Looking at Li Xiao's speechless and angry eyes, and his hand with veins faintly showing as he gripped the broom, Xiangzi turned his eyes away guiltily.

"Um, the doctor said to check the light..."

"He's going to be home at nine in the evening after the follow-up examination? Did he go to cook a feast for someone on the way?"

Although I don’t understand what “cooking a big feast” means…but I guess Boss Chiyo is angry, right?

Then just do what the doctor says, and as for whether the doctor lives or dies... leave it to fate.

"The doctor said he went to Shimokitazawa before and bought some clothes, but he's not sure whether to buy them or not."

"He has plenty of money, so why should he ask for my opinion when buying clothes?"

Seeing Xiangzi nod silently, Li Xiao asked in confusion, "What do you mean?"

"Just wanted to ask for your opinion. The doctor picked out a set he thought looked good and took a photo for your reference."

After saying that, Xiangzi opened the photo and showed it to Li Xiao.

In the photo, Kashiwa Sanhui is leaning against the black wooden wall of the Fanxing rehearsal room with a cigarette in his mouth. He is not wearing the woolen knitted vest he wears during rehearsals but a very thin white shirt, through which his thin muscle lines can be vaguely seen.

The black leather coat covered his somewhat thin shoulders, the angular jawline and the sharp eyes under the shadow of the hat brim. The collar was casually open like an Italian, revealing his sexy collarbone and neck.

Just like Xiangzi's reaction when he first saw the photo, Li Xiao seemed to be radiant, his face flushed and his heartbeat quickened.

But adults are adults after all. Li Xiao quickly calmed down and continued sweeping the floor as usual.

"Xiangzi, tell him I'll leave the door open for him until ten o'clock and that he should come back dressed like this tonight."