No two ambiguous records

(26)

By the time all the work was done, the sun was almost down.After tidying up briefly, and saying goodbye to his companions, Fuji walked towards the dormitory with a tired face, intending to take a short rest before going to see how Yuta was doing.

As soon as I opened the door, I smelled a tangy fragrance.The wings of his nose flapped a few more times unconsciously.

"What's the smell?" The smell gets stronger the further you go into the room, and the fragrance mixed with a bit of milk whets the appetite.

"Ah, Bu Er, you are back. I made you a cup of health-preserving tea to ensure that you will get rid of fatigue." Bai Shi poked his head out from one side and walked over with a cup of tea.

Health tea?

Why is the old man and old woman the first picture that comes to mind?

Bu Er was a little speechless, obviously he was still very young.

However, considering that the tea was not too bad to drink, he still took it frankly.

"Oh, by the way, the band-aid on your face needs to be changed. The wound is still quite deep." Holding the tea, Buer saw Baishi staring at the box of band-aid for a while before handing it over as if nothing had happened.Although the matter was very subtle, Fuji still observed it sensitively.

"What's the matter, Shiraishi?"

Baishi watched Buer quietly for a while, but then smiled immediately: "Maybe I am overthinking."

Before the words finished, the door opened, abruptly interrupting the sound that hadn't dissipated.

"Yukimura." Shiraishi turned around and greeted very naturally. Yukimura still had a faint smile on his face, but nodded slightly, and his eyes naturally swept to Fuji.

It really didn't feel right.

Yukimura and Fuji looked at each other for a while, but neither of them spoke. If it was normal, they would definitely greet each other well, and then began to share various interesting things that happened today.The time of silence is only when Yukimura is serious about painting. At that time, everyone is usually doing their own things.Bu Erhui is taking care of the cactus, and he is playing Gabriel.

But in the past few days, the unusual silence has obviously become a lot, making it uncomfortable for me to be caught in the middle alone. I tried to adjust it, but I was frustrated frequently.Although I hope that this is an illusion, but looking at the current situation, it seems impossible.

As soon as the front foot stepped into the door, a breathless call was heard from behind: "Minister Yukimura—" Then a kelp head appeared from the door, with an anxious expression on his face: "It's not good, Minister! I don't know who is here The water was poisoned, and the deputy minister fainted after drinking it!"

As he said that, he completely forgot about the horror of his own minister, and dragged Yukimura directly to the corridor, where the slightly opened door was left hanging, not opening or closing, making him look particularly lonely.

But that's good too, it seems to resolve the unbreakable silence.

But, is this really good?

"Fuji, is there a misunderstanding between you and Yukimura?" Shiraishi couldn't help asking, looking at Fuji who was changing the band-aid.

Gently put the band-aid on the face, Buer replied lightly: "No."

"This box of band-aids was brought by Yukimura." But he didn't give it to you, obviously it was for you.Shiraishi stared into Fuji's eyes and said seriously.Sometimes silence will only lead to the sudden emergence and even intensification of non-existent contradictions.Especially for two equally sensitive people, if they both speculate subjectively and don't spread everything out, it is easy to have ideological deviations, which will lead to mutual misunderstanding.

There is nothing in the world that hurts more than a misunderstanding.

Looking into Shang Baishi's eyes, he could see the worry inside.But he was just silent and didn't say a word.

"Some things should be said better."

say?But I don't know what to say.Silence just didn't know how to deal with it, because he couldn't figure out what Yukimura was thinking, and suddenly he didn't know how to get along with him. It was really strange, this strange feeling, as if he had never understood He does.

but.

Maybe I really thought too much, so I glanced at the band-aid on the table and stood up: "I do have something I want to say to Yukimura." I don't know why Yukimura pulled the distance away, the silence is really inexplicable , Is it because of the phone?

"Why do I have an inexplicable sense of crisis?" Baishi thoughtfully sat back on his bed.

"You're thinking too much." Fuji's threatening smile bloomed, and the surrounding temperature dropped a bit. He walked straight to the door, and opened the half-open door without hesitation.

Shiraishi stuck out his tongue, and lay lazily on his back on the bed, with a warm smile on his face, hehe, he could finally relax a bit.

As the saying goes, innocent children are particularly easy to be deceived, and the matter is far less serious than expected.At best, I don't know whether it was Liu or Gan, who developed a colorless and transparent liquid, put it on the table, and was drunk by Sanada who didn't know it, and the result was such a tragedy.

Yukimura decided to go back to the dormitory after finishing the group of teammates who were either worried, calm, or watching the show.However, he stopped abruptly and suddenly didn't want to go back so early, which had never happened before.He temporarily changed direction and walked towards a balcony at the corridor.It wasn't until he got closer that he realized that this balcony was the one where he and Tezuka were talking, and a wry smile gradually filled the corner of his mouth.

It's not that he didn't notice the distance he deliberately opened recently, on the contrary, he paid special attention to it.But this is just because he cares, he doesn’t want to pretend to be innocent and say something irrelevant, the gully is there, he just stands proudly on this side, staring at every move on the other side but refuses. step over.

He has no intention of apologizing. He is very clear about the consequences of what he did. He is not surprised by Fuji's estrangement. It is because he understands this feeling that he doesn't want to make up for it, because no matter what the result is already Produced, and this result was also created by him.

As long as the purpose is achieved, no matter what the process is, no matter what side effects there are, it seems that it is not worth mentioning.

His goal has been achieved, and that is the best result.

The gust of wind in late autumn rolled up his coat and messed up his hair.Occasionally, a few ink-plated maple leaves whirl and fall into the balcony, landing silently.There seemed to be a sound of wind hitting the door behind him, but when he heard slight footsteps, he realized that it was not the sound of wind, but the sound of the door opening.

"So you're here." A palm-sized maple leaf slanted down in front of his eyes, and when he turned around, he saw a warm smile on his face, which formed a sharp contrast with the slightly cold balcony.

Perhaps this also formed a sharp contrast with his silent expression not long ago.

"You should have something to say." Maple leaves were constantly blown off by the wind and fell on the balcony, but they had no color when they lost the sunlight, they were only dressed in the dark color of night.

In such a dark and cold background, Yukimura is like an animal on alert with its thorns erected, coldly warning and marking its territory.Putting on all the armor is just for self-protection, to cover up the deepest softness.

This state is very familiar, just because I have experienced it myself.

Gradually he seemed to understand a little bit, and there was indeed a misunderstanding, but now everything is becoming clearer.

"I do have something to say. So, will you listen to me?"

Yukimura just looked at Fuji's bright eyes quietly, remained silent, the corner of his mouth raised a shallow arc, but there was no smile at all.

Seeing that Yukimura didn't refuse, and didn't do anything else, he just stood there and waited, waiting for the next words.Fuji took a deep breath, and the curve of the corner of his mouth was extremely soft: "I just want to say, thank you, Yukimura, thank you for doing so much for me. In the past, I might refuse the help of others and bear everything alone, but now I Got it, just like I want to help everyone, companions need to help each other. So, are you willing to bear it with us?"

The slender hand seemed to be condensed with unusually firm strength, stretching out in front of Yukimura.

Yukimura was slightly taken aback, he really didn't expect Fuji to say that, but then he broke into a warm smile, stretched out his hand to hold the slender hand: "Does that mean you won't stare at me anymore?"

"I thought you were alienating me on purpose."

The two stared at each other, and suddenly burst out laughing. It was just a misunderstanding, but they were too sensitive. They both thought that the other party would have a grudge, so they didn't dare to approach easily, and a layer of separation was naturally formed.But this is not a barrier of alienation, but an illusion formed by caring for each other. Perhaps there are such beautiful misunderstandings in other aspects, but as long as you pierce through this layer of tulle, you will find that you are not alone. All smiling companions reaching out to you.

I can feel the tepid heat in the palm of my hand, conveying the only heat in this bleak autumn wind.Suddenly, I feel a little arrogant and seem to be vulnerable in the face of caring, he is, and so is Budu.Originally, they always tightly closed their hearts, wrapped their fragile side with a mask of kindness, and did not let anyone touch it.Maybe they didn't even realize it, but the gully opened couldn't be ignored.

So when they really had to open their masks and be honest with each other, they realized that being brave was just a shackle they set for themselves, and loneliness was just an excuse to escape.You can see that they are both strong, but at the same time they are also vulnerable.

Holding that slender hand, I can feel the thin layer of calluses. I didn't expect that it was Buer who took a step closer first, but now that I hold this hand, I won't let it go again.

"No two, I will always stand by your side." He said every word without any hesitation.

Maybe the two of them can't be regarded as the most harmonious, but they are the ones who understand each other the most.

"Yes, me too."

If there was no support from this group of partners during the most depressed period, I am afraid I would not have cheered up so quickly.If a person does not know how to give, he will not get anything.But if a person only knows how to give, but does not know how to accept other people's kindness, it is easy to fall into the lonely circle set by himself.Only when both parties take care of can we understand the charm of fetters.

They've all grown up.

The author has something to say:

Can I say that the emotional tone of each chapter depends on the songs I listen to and the TV I watch at the time? . .

In the preview of the next episode, the interesting things caused by Douzi are mainly because I have dug out many interesting stalks, and I want to make up for itchy hands. . . .