Cherish the time

One afternoon in June.

Shinto sat on the hospital bed and looked out the window.

A white figure appeared at the door of the ward and knocked lightly.

"Good afternoon." Shinto casually turned his head and smiled at him.

"..." The man wearing silver-rimmed glasses nodded at him, then walked to his bed and sat down with ease.

The breeze from outside the window blew in, gently blowing over the man's short silver hair and handsome face.

It took away the heat on the body surface, and also brought...a long silence.

Birds are singing outside the house.

The house was as silent as snow.

This time of silence was too long, so Shindo thought about it, and asked him briskly.

"Are you sure about the Chess Grand Tournament?"

Ogata didn't know what he was thinking, he was stunned for a while before he said suddenly, "...the opponent is Mr. Kuwahara, I think there should be no problem."

"Yeah," Shinto nodded, "...you should be fine now."

He spoke naturally, and Ogata didn't think too much about it, he just thought he was comparing the current self with the previous self, and then his thoughts scattered, and he didn't know what came to his mind.

Seeing his wandering eyes, Shinto knew that he was thinking about his illness again, and there was nothing he could do to think about it right now, so he just reached out and took off his glasses.

Without the modification of the glasses, his handsome face suddenly became sharp.

"What's wrong?" He frowned, and held Shinto's hand holding the glasses, but he didn't intend to take them back.

Shinto smiled, without answering, but gently placed the glasses on the bedside table with his other hand.

"How much is this?" Then he stretched out two fingers, waved them in front of Ogata's eyes, and asked quite embarrassingly.

Ogata: ...

He resentfully grabbed Jinteng's paw and took a bite, and a tooth mark with saliva appeared on the knuckle of the young man's index finger, which made people laugh and cry.

"Mr. Ogata, how old are you?" He asked slowly, his articulate words were so clear that one could pretend not to hear clearly.

However, Ogata has always had a thick skin.

He just raised the corners of his lips and smiled - coupled with his appearance without glasses, it was enough to make those adolescent girls so excited that their hearts would jump out of their chests - another kiss, and fell On the back of Shinto's pinprick hand.

Shinto flinched subconsciously, "Itches..."

So Ogata laughed.

The warm breath sprayed on the back of the hand, Shinto was so stimulated that he shivered, and his right hand trembled slightly.

——This is sick.

Ogata hurriedly took his hand lightly, laid it flat on the side of the bed, then stood up and smoothed the broken hair on his forehead with his fingers.

"It's okay, you don't have to be so careful." Shinto comforted him instead, "It'll be fine after a while—I still get injections when I'm usually sick,"

Ogata gave him a cold look with those silver-gray eyes, but didn't speak.

"So handsome." Shinto touched his eyelashes with the other hand, "He is so handsome, and he can also play Go. If I didn't happen to be a little better at Go than you, wouldn't I have no chance at all?" ?”

Ogata closed his eyes and let him touch his eyelashes, and smiled slightly when he heard this.

"Yup--"

As soon as he finished speaking, the hand touching the eyelashes grabbed his right cheek, and the owner of the hand said with a smile, "——what did you say? I didn't hear clearly just now."

"I said Ni is also very handsome," he just let the other party pinch his face into a strange shape, and babbled nonsense inarticulately, "Ni Jie is so handsome, and he can play chess well, I really don't know What kind of luck is there to be with Ni."

Shinto smiled, squinting his eyes, and let go of his hand.

"That's right, I'll let you go."

Ogata smiled lightly, stretched out his hand and stroked his forehead hair, "...want to play chess?"

"…OK."

So they laid out the chessboard.

In this kind of match, neither side intends to fight to the death, let alone talk about the outcome, it is just an ordinary daily communication.

When Jin Tengxia was tired, the two put away the chess pieces and chatted while sitting and lying down.

The things they talked about were actually quite unnutritious. Most of the topics were about seeing a bird that was particularly fat today, a joke that was very funny... and so on.

——Just like most lovers, they obviously talk about stupid things, but as long as they talk to this person, they feel that these things become interesting, and they have the desire to continue talking.

They chatted and chatted until the last moment when the hospital opened to visits. The nurse in charge had already come to urge them twice, telling them that if they didn't leave, someone would come with a broom and chase them away.

Ogata reluctantly got up to leave.

Shindo watched him put on his glasses and straighten the wrinkles on his suit, and suddenly spoke softly.

"...after today. You don't come here again."

Ogata paused, his brows deeply frowned into the word "Chuan".

"In a short while, my body will start to deteriorate rapidly," he continued, his tone calm as if he was not talking about his own affairs, "The symptoms of muscle atrophy will spread from local to whole body, and the articulation will gradually develop in the later stage. unclear, difficulty swallowing and other problems..."

He paused, and finally said the last sentence.

"—I don't want you to see me like that."

What he said... was so sad that the man couldn't help but suffocate, and subconsciously held his right hand.

The previous trembling had already stopped unconsciously, but now being held by Ogata, there was no other change.

——It just drooped powerlessly, like a dead thing with only bones.

Holding his hand, Ogata felt a slight pain in his heart.

——This originally...how suitable for holding chess pieces.

It's also... the hand that I want him to hold forever.

But now-

"...Is there no other way?"

Ogata asked in a hoarse voice, with blood in his eyes.

Shinto didn't answer.

Instead, he stretched out his other hand and gently took off the elegant silver ring on his ring finger.

"Thank you." - loved me like that.

The word "Seiji" on the inside of the ring reflects warm reflections under the light.

The man didn't move.

Shinto forcefully opened his palm, and put the ring into Ogata's palm.

The small ring fell into his hand, as if there was still a trace of Shinto's warmth.

Ogata gently closed his palms.

His movements are so gentle, but the strength is astonishing.

——as if wanting to hold that ring deeply and deeply in his palm.

"…goodbye."

He bowed his head and bent over.

He printed his lips on the young man's smooth forehead.

A tear slipped from the corner of his eye, followed the lines on the bridge of his nose, and finally landed on his lips.

It became a little salty on the tip of the tongue.

So long goodbye.

Mylove.