Once Again Tsuka Fuji

"Seeing that you have been out of your mind these past few days, is it because of Fujisuke?" Atobe Keigo said.

Tezuka Kunimitsu suddenly widened his eyes, turned his head, and looked at Keigo Atobe in disbelief.

"Don't try to escape the eyes of my uncle." Atobe Keigo said, "You said you would take care of me for the rest of your life, just because you can't help me."

"Jingwu..." Tezuka Kunimitsu frowned.

"However, I didn't expect that Fuji would also have a car accident..." Keigo Atobe rolled his wheelchair to the window and said, "That day, the day Kikumaru came here, the day Fuji left Right? And the phone call that day was to let you see Fuji for the last time, right?"

Tezuka Kunimitsu listened quietly, without speaking, but his hands clenched into fists unconsciously.

"You've never liked me, even a little bit." Keigo Atobe laughed at himself, "My uncle has never lost so badly. You will change as soon as you leave."

Yes, since the death of Fujisuke, Tezuka Kunimitsu's soul seems to have been taken away.He uses Keigo Atobe to numb himself every day, but once he calms down, all he sees in his mind is the figure of Fuji Shousuke, all the bits and pieces of life with Fuji Shousuke in the past.Every time I wake up from the dream, the soft words of Fujisuke seem to echo in my ears.That's right, he never let go of his best friend.

"At the beginning, Fuji didn't push me." Keigo Atobe said suddenly.

"What?!" Tezuka Kunimitsu was startled.

"It's me who wants to pull him. I just want me to let go. It's just that the car just happened to drive over, and you just saw it wrong." Keigo Atobe explained.To be honest, he kept this matter a long time ago, and he was always afraid that if he told Tezuka Kunimitsu the truth, he would lose it forever.

"What?" Kunimitsu Tezuka fell down on the sofa, his hands clenched into fists and trembling.I... really misunderstood him?That's it...

"Tezuka, it's really not me... I don't have a trace department..."

"Why don't you believe me? Why..."

"I didn't push him..."

Fuji Zhousuke's cries seemed to be still in his ears.

"Forget it, Tezuka, let's go, I don't need your care anymore." Keigo Atobe sighed.This kind of forcing is meaningless, he has never been his own.

Tezuka Kunimitsu didn't know how he got home.

Open the door, no one will throw himself into his arms and act like a child to himself, no one will wear an apron in the kitchen cooking mustard dinner, no one will wait carefully by the window With pots of green cactus.

The whole room was empty, like his heart.The cactus on the windowsill seemed to be as dead as its owner.

"Zhou Zhu..." Tezuka Kunimitsu picked up the photo on the coffee table, it was originally a group photo of him and Fuji Shusuke, but now, only himself was left.

"Are you not leaving me even a little bit?" Tezuka Kunimitsu's tears finally came to an end.He flipped through all the photos, only to find that Fuji Shusuke had been cut out from each one, but Tezuka Kunimitsu had been kept intact.

Tezuka Kunimitsu turned on the phone, clicked on the voice messages sent to him by Fujisuke before, and listened to them one by one.

"Hey, Guoguang, come back soon!"

"Guoguang, when are you coming back? I miss you so much."

"Guoguang, it's getting cold, you are playing outside, remember to add clothes."

"Tezuka Kunimitsu, if you don't call me back, I'll kidnap your little Mary!"

"Idiot Guoguang, call me back!"

"Guo Guang...isn't the game over yet? If you don't come back, I'll elope with Xiao Hu."

"Zhou Zhu... I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." Tears rolled down unstoppably, containing endless remorse and grief...