Summer 【Chiqin】

It was already noon when he opened his eyes, and the chirping of cicadas was extremely rampant. The hot sun was blocked by the thick curtains, and the edges of the curtains were plated with golden light.

He turned his head, and the pink rabbit drooped its ears happily.

It's been a long time since he slept in his own bed, he thought, so long that this room is already filled with the breath of another person.

And he was obviously alone in the room.The air conditioner in the living room was on, and cold air swirled in the space.He took out the iced water from the refrigerator and drank it, the room was empty.He was sitting on the sofa, his upper body was still naked (anti-convulsion), and the bandage tightly pressed the gauze on the wound, where there was a dull pain.

He thought he was sitting in this position last night, Gin's long blond hair slipped from his shoulders and burned into his peripheral vision, and he reached out to brush them behind his ears.

He saw that the white T-shirt that Gin wore yesterday morning was randomly thrown on the floor, and the bronzing LOGO became more vivid because of the blood.

Mementomori.

Don't forget that you will die.

He thought about it, Gin really can bring invisible pressure no matter whether he is present or not.

only.he thinks.This catchphrase was left to him by Gin, or it was left to himself.

It's actually hard to say.

With his still-moving left hand, he threw all the dirty clothes into the washing machine.So another mechanical sound was added to the space.

He later called the school to ask for a leave of absence, with a slight hesitation before reporting the length of the leave.He thought that since the injured student insisted on coming to school last time after only two weeks of care, then of course he, as a teacher, would not be able to exceed this length.

He said three days.

When Mingmei came, she couldn't hide the worried expression on her face.She said Maharaja.There were tears in her eyes.

He said it was fine.It took him a long time to comfort the weak woman.

Later, he sat on the sofa, smoking a cigarette, and watched silently as this woman who wanted to do something for him took the freshly washed clothes to the balcony to dry.A row of clothes dripped cheerfully in irregular splashes. Gin's dress shone with tiny golden lights.

He said quit the organization.Suddenly.

The woman on the balcony turned her head.There were tears in her eyes.

Because he said, I don't want you to be hurt.

And the door was pushed open. Gin.

Gin walked to the sofa and sat down, a little further away than last night.And he kept looking at the back of Mingmei leaving in a hurry, until the door slammed in front of him.

After a long time he heard Gin's voice.

Gin says no one can quit the organization.Unless die.

Say, that's what I do.

He turned his head away. Gin never looked at him while speaking.The bright red fireworks flicker on and off.The sound gradually dissipated like a cloud.He remembered that the first time he knew about Gin was in the files provided by Miyano Shiho.According to the information, this man is decisive and absolutely loyal to the organization, and most of the handling of traitors is handled by him.

He noticed Gin's attire.A black overcoat wrapped his body, his top hat had been thrown aside when he entered the door, and his long blond hair was loose and pouring down.

Not a back from school outfit.

Only then did he see that the corners of Gin's mouth were slightly swollen.

You are hurt?

You are the one who is hurt.

He saw Gin stub out the cigarette.He didn't even meet his eyes when he answered.

Then he thought, it's up to now.It's all over now.

Acting on your own is always more direct and effective than asking for answers.

The body of the person opposite was slightly stiff, and his eyes were slightly widened in disbelief.He felt a gun barrel against his throat when he kissed, and the touch was slightly cooler than the warmth between the lips, but there was no other resistance.He thought that he had already seen through it a long time ago, that this posturing gangster didn't shoot every time he raised his gun.He reached out and took Gin's gun hand.There is no other resistance.

The grand light descends this summer.

His mouth was full of bloody sweetness.

After a long time he repeated the previous words in a different tone.

You are hurt.

They each gasped slightly.

He thought it was obvious that Gin had been slapped so hard that the inner wall of his mouth was broken by teeth and bleeding.And he just went to meet someone from the organization, and he thought it was probably that adult.The legendary BOSS.The ultimate goal of his latent mission.

He knew their wounds felt differently for each other.Only then did he realize another shortcut in exchange for trust.

It's just too risky.

If he hadn't deliberately avoided it, he shouldn't have been such a slow-witted person.

He saw Gin walk into the bedroom, folded his clothes on the bed and pulled the quilt indiscriminately.The room was full of air-conditioning, and the air conditioner was always doing its duty with a low roar.The freshly washed laundry dripped merrily on the balcony.The heavy curtains in the bedroom were not opened, and the pink rabbit drooped its ears in the dark.

He smoked and thought it was too risky.

He didn't want to include himself in it.