If this sweet shell is destined to be peeled off by you

The daily sunshine time is gradually getting longer, but for Xueyue who gets up at noon, as long as she walks into the work place, today's sunshine will end.

Yesterday, Maeda sent her home, but when she woke up, her body was still so heavy that Xueyue didn’t know what was wrong with her. She seldom catches a cold at ordinary times, and because she is not afraid of the cold, she almost forgot what it’s like to have a cold. Let the limbs feel at a loss.

"What's going on... Influenza..."

Although I have been wondering in my heart, I am glad that I am taking a rest today, and I should be able to rest.If it doesn't work, go downstairs to buy some medicine.Better to get some sleep now.

A drowsy feeling of discomfort hovered in his brain, and his throat began to become thirsty and hot. Although the feeling of being hungry was uncomfortable, it was no match for this sense of physical loss of control that would blow one's will.

Must be a very bad cold.

Xueyue thinks like this, although it is uncomfortable, but this long-lost fresh discomfort makes her head start to wake up, the thought of recovering vitality through sleep is interrupted, and the body is constantly giving sensory stimulation in the dull and heavy feeling , Wave after wave of scorching heat spread from the throat, as if the hot breath exhaled was dry, ironing the fragile throat.

"Knock knock knock."

The knock on the door was very soft, but it could be heard very clearly in Xueyue's room alone.He wanted to get up and open the door, but his head fell down accidentally just as he left the pillow.

"Knock knock knock."

……

"Mr. Inoue, I'm Maeda."

have to open the door...

Struggling against the heavy weight, Xueyue walked from the bed to the door in a half-stumbling state, the moment the door was opened, Maeda, who was standing outside the door with a plate in his hand, was startled.

The skin that was originally fair due to the lack of light became even paler at the moment, and the original white part of the eyeballs had a lot of red blood coming out. Hasty and weak, one arm was propped against the wall, and the extremely weak appearance made Maeda feel that Xueyue might fall down in a second.

"Are you OK?"

He just wanted to send some homemade food to Xueyue, but the way he didn't want to open the door was shocking.

"Sorry...cough cough! I'm not feeling well, I should have a cold."

It is not very convenient to hold the plate in your hand, even handing it over, I feel that Xueyue can't hold it.

"I made some pasta, but it seems that I have made too much. I want to send it to you for a taste. But people with colds should eat something lighter... that... can I go in?"

The inquiring eyes were full of concern, Xueyue couldn't refuse, so she had to step back and let Maeda in, and she tried her best to maintain her strength by leaning on the wall.

After changing his shoes, he put the noodles on the table, but before Xueyue walked back into the room, Maeda looked back at Xueyue who was leaning weakly near the door, and hurried over to hold the opponent's arm, supporting his body to hold him sent back to bed.

"If you are sick, lie down and rest more. Have you eaten?"

After helping to cover the quilt, Maeda sat aside and asked.

"Do you have ice packs and rice at home? What about medicine? Have you taken it?"

"...No medicine, I haven't had a cold for a long time...Ahem...I have already lost it...I have ice cubes, rice should also...and..."

Standing up, Maeda walked to the refrigerator on his own, packed ice cubes and came to Xueyue's bed, fiddled with the broken hair on his forehead with his hands, felt the temperature with his fingers, and then put the ice pack on Xueyue's bed. On the white forehead of the moon.

"I'll cook some porridge for you. I'll get up and eat some later. I'm going out for a while. Please lend me the key. I'll be back soon."

The figure of Maeda who broke into her life made Xueyue feel as if a vivid companion or friend suddenly appeared in her life.Slightly opening his eyes to look at the ceiling, feeling the comfort and coldness on his forehead, his hoarse voice just uttered a dry hoarse hmm.

"I'll be back before the porridge is cooked, you have a good sleep."

Maeda turned and left, took the key hanging at the door, returned to the room, put on a coat and went out.And Xueyue lying on the bed, seems to be reluctant to sleep because she is greedy for this rare cold.

I have hardly been taken care of like this since I was an adult, except that occasionally when I was harassed by customers in the bar, Jie Luo and the store manager would help me to block it. For the rest of the long days, I seemed to be alone.

Because the death day of her biological mother is Valentine's Day, Xueyue is not very interested in the intimacy between lovers. In high school, she was given a love letter, and she was stopped on the road and was confessed by her seniors. Touching love seems to be her own love. Actively reaching out to touch the burning flames, Xueyue was overly nervous due to unreasonable fear and resistance. When rejecting the beautiful senior sister, regardless of politeness and the other party's feelings, she uttered words that completely hurt the other party's heart, and never again. People dare to confess to themselves, and they have almost no friends.

No friends, no lovers, the meaning of life is unclear, and keeping vital signs seems to be the only purpose.Once, my uncle persuaded me with an almost pleading tone, even if no one loves you, you have to live to wait for the one who loves you, live to find the one you love.

"Really, I'm burnt out..."

While thinking about messy things boredly, that face with glasses also appeared in his mind.

The gentle smile, calm tone, and slightly squinted eyes all showed the gentleness of this man. Although she just met, Xueyue was looking forward to becoming good friends with Maeda.

This seems to be the first time that Xueyue actively desires to make friends with people, longing to have a friend by her side.

Is it because I really need someone to take care of me when I am sick, or is it because I am Mr. Maeda that I have this desire?It was difficult for Xueyue, who was suffering from burning, to think about this kind of problem, so she simply closed her eyes and waited for Maeda.

In a daze, in a half-dream and half-awake state, I seemed to hear the sound of the collision of the pot and the lid, the sound of footsteps on the floor, and the scent wafting over, but my eyelids were so heavy that I didn't want to open it.

"Are you asleep?"

Standing by the bed with a bowl in his hand, Maeda tentatively called out.

"Um..."

The uncomfortable feeling still didn't subside, Xueyue could only agree in a low voice, but Maeda's palms tightened and the corners of her mouth pursed slightly with an unconscious sound of "□□".

Putting down the porridge, he stretched out his arms to hug Xueyue's back and let him lean half on the pillow. Xueyue's weak state made it uncomfortable to use too much force, her eyes were only slightly open, and her expression was a little dull.

"I cooked porridge for you, took medicine after eating, and slept well."

"Thank you... Mr. Maeda... It's really troublesome."

"Everywhere, we are all neighbors, and we should help each other. But, can you still... eat by yourself?"

Although she was asking, it seemed that Xueyue was completely weak to the point of needing someone to take care of her.Maeda didn't wait for Xueyue's answer, he picked up the porridge and sat by the bed.

"I'll feed you."

Xueyue was a little embarrassed.

Although I didn't take the initiative to ask others to take care of me, but I always feel very sorry to let the other party feed me, especially when I just met Maeda not long ago.But the body's warning also warned me that I couldn't eat by myself.

Scooped a spoonful of porridge and handed it to Xueyue's mouth, looking at the steaming porridge, but Xueyue didn't open her mouth, looking at Maeda with her arms raised in front of her in embarrassment.

"……So hot."

……

Faced with Xueyue's unconscious and involuntary coquettishness, Maeda smiled, without saying anything, he took back the spoon and blew on it until the temperature dropped, before sending it to Xueyue's mouth again.

It was still hot, but I could barely eat it.When the warm porridge slid down her throat, Xue Yue frowned at the burning sensation.

Seeing Xueyue's appearance, Maeda stirred the porridge in the bowl over and over again, and let it cool until he couldn't even see the heat, before feeding it to Xueyue again.

"It feels... like having a baby."

Maeda's joking metaphor has a gentle smile on his face that seems to be like a loving father.However, Xueyue, who was seriously ill, felt very shy.No matter what the other party thinks, I need to bother the other party, I need to let the other party feed me in person, and it is just a neighbor I just met, which is a bit too much.

But the porridge flowing into his stomach carried a trace of warmth, gradually comforting himself under the flustered thoughts.

"Huh-"

After eating a full meal and taking the medicine, the tired yawn urged Xueyue to fall asleep one after another. He just said half of the words of thanks, but in the second half he couldn't speak clearly, so he went to sleep directly.This kind of embarrassment where people can easily see the sleeping position, if it is not for a severe cold, it will definitely not happen, at least, he will pinch himself hard to stay awake and send Maeda out.

But I couldn't resist it anymore, the effect of the medicine, the feeling of fullness in my stomach, and the cold feeling on my forehead were all hypnotic weapons.

Seeing Xueyue talking on the bed, Maeda didn't go out immediately, but chose to sit quietly by the bed, admiring his beautiful sleeping face.

Slightly flushed cheeks, plump lips, with a beautiful shape, a straight nose bridge with an elegant arc, long and slightly curled eyelashes evenly covering the lying silkworms under the eyes, a full forehead covered by an ice pack, fiddled aside Her light-colored hair was somewhat stained with moisture, and her nostrils were breathing slowly and evenly. Everything was so beautiful that it was unreal, but it was actually presented in front of her eyes.

It's so beautiful, as if it was born on the top of a pure snow mountain. The most beautiful fruit makes people have the desire to pick it.

Maeda thought of Xueyue's appearance in the bar yesterday, well-dressed, with a formulaic smile and routine-like service, making people feel serious but untouchable.With an aura of no desire, he doesn't make any extra expressions on his face, but because of his outstanding appearance, many people feel close to him.

Want, get this person, want to get his body, control his emotions, give him other expressions, and even exchange his love that can't be found under the clean body.

Can't help but be fascinated by watching, Maeda shook his head to wake himself up, and sat here in a daze, bored, although there are beauties to watch, but since he is easy to be obsessed with, and afraid of doing too much, he can only find something else Things to distract yourself.

Inadvertently seeing a few books on the table, Maeda just saw the name on the cover and laughed silently.Because there are 7 books, the author's name is the same.

Kang Si.

A few years ago, I wrote articles on a whim to pass the time. I happened to be in love with my students at the time. I calmed down and wrote something in this mood. I even forgot about it. These few books with mediocre sales Books, almost half of them are the gifts promised to give to their lovers at the beginning.

It’s not that I don’t know why the sales are not high. Maeda’s conclusion after reflection is that falling in love takes time, and my teaching courses don’t leave much time for creation. My lover likes this style, and I don’t have the idea of ​​becoming a famous novelist. , so under many factors, it is a lucky thing to be able to publish.And the fact that I was able to publish as many as 7 books is also because after the sloppy and unbearable breakup with my lover, I once suffered a blow and seemed to have a deeper understanding of feelings. It happened that I had enough time after resigning to have the opportunity to devote myself physically and mentally to it. .

It's just that I didn't expect that the boring works at the beginning were neatly stored in Xueyue's hands. The book cover was neat, the waist of the book was not damaged, and the inner pages had obvious traces of flipping through. book, Maeda reviewed the contents of his first two books.Although I remember the general plot, but the brushwork at the beginning is indeed a different mood and a very different state now.Presumably I will never write such a slightly naive thing again.

But looking at it, it seems that he is making trouble with himself. Maeda is a little stubborn and refuses to let go. He quickly browses his finished product, sorts out the direction of the story, and at the same time tries hard to recall the state of mind when he wrote these things. I feel that it is already afternoon.

"Umm... um..."

The person on the bed twisted his body a little uncomfortable, lying on his side as if he was a newborn in his stomach, his legs and waist were naturally curled, and he was muttering something in his sleep, but judging by his expression, it shouldn't be a nightmare , but with a look of enjoyment.

"...No...don't...don't...can't, don't...rob..."

The content of the ramblings seemed to be arguing with someone in the store, as if someone had snatched Xueyue's things, and occasionally frowned. Although the incoherent sleep talk was not always pleasant, it was uttered through the unconscious Xueyue's lips and teeth. It reveals a softness and sweetness, which is different from when talking to herself, and even more different from when serving customers. Whether it is the voice or the tone, it seems to be the state of a child acting like a baby, and it has never appeared in Xueyue's mouth.

"No guest...don't use it...do, do this kind of thing...no...please return it to me..."

Maeda couldn't understand the content of the sleep talk, but he still listened with gusto.Seems like a guest did something with his stuff, and it sounded a bit bad.

The author has something to say:

When I first wrote it, it was similar to the corresponding season in the novel.Listening to piano music and writing something, there is actually nothing in my mind, I really feel so flowing... Then!I have decided that if stars are needed instead of chapters, the word count will be indicated below.Whether it is necessary to read the full text can be considered based on the number of words, some of which do not affect the plot after all.