[Shenya] Aphasia

On the day we left, it was raining again in London.

The huge dome of Heathrow Airport is like a silver tile in the rain, buckled on this not-so-large land.However, under the roof of the tiles are guests from every corner of the world.They are holding a suitcase or a child in one hand, and a plastic bag containing a wet umbrella in the other hand. They are tired of traveling, but their faces are always full of excitement or comfort. It's easier than life on the go.

Duty-free shops are still crowded with tourists, there are always long queues at ATMs and foreign exchange offices, and the bar owner is still enthusiastic about giving directions. Everything is the same as when we came.Kanda even subconsciously avoided the lady who was approaching with a disposable paper cup, and the cornflakes in her cup were steaming.

Even he, who was carrying a travel backpack, didn't look changed.

The time for the flight back to Japan happened to be on the weekend, and the "Windermere Fairy" was overcrowded, and Ya Lian was too busy to take care of others, but Kanda refused to send him to the plane.

"What's the relationship between us now, can't I send you off?"

"Because of our current relationship, you can't give it away, bean sprouts," Kanda said solemnly, "I'm only going back for a week, I hope you are not a fool who clings to people regardless of their importance when you are in a relationship."

Allen stared, shook his head, and snorted.

After living in the Lake District for a while, Kanda didn't even want to go back to the city.The time there is a bit slower than other places, just like a slow-frame film, so you can let yourself be as lazy as a cat, stretching out its paws with fine meat to touch the heart of nature.

He was surprised to find that he began to love this place irresistibly, unlike when he came here full of complaints, even the air is now lovely.And it has only been half a year since he came here. For Yu Kanda, whose habits have not changed, this is almost an astonishing change.

At this time, he was standing in the front hall of the terminal with his luggage, and the tall floor-to-ceiling glass was covered with tiny raindrops, which made people lose their sight.

Probably only such mild rain can change the world in one's eyes.

"Stop him, that thief!"

An angry reprimand from a short distance pulled Kanda back from his wandering thoughts, and then he saw a white man wearing a leather jacket and pulling down the brim of his baseball cap, rushing towards him like an arrow leaving the string.The people around looked at each other, wondering whether they should meddle in this business.

Kanda is also prepared to protect himself wisely and give way to this "thief" in accordance with the usual practice.He took half a step back with his right foot, but the usual smile of a white-haired boy suddenly flashed in his mind.

——If it was that guy, he would definitely make a move.

Thinking of this, he stepped forward and grabbed the man's arm, swept his leg, and cut his hand backwards, pushing him to the ground.

The man screamed in pain, and his baseball cap fell off as he struggled.

"Hey, buddy, you're an oriental," he grinned. "I advise you to stay out of our business. This is not your place."

Kanda did not speak, and took out three mobile phones from his bulging pockets.

"It's a lot of harvest," he raised his eyebrows, "There shouldn't be any of these three that belong to you, right?"

"The police will take you away in the name of violating other people's private property."

"You can try it." Kanda said, and saw a man in a suit and leather shoes trotting over panting, who seemed to be the one who shouted to catch the thief just now.

The man gave his number, and indeed one of the three stolen mobile phones belonged to him.

"Oh, sir, I really don't know how to thank you, that phone has all the photos of my daughter from birth to the present two and a half years." The man looked at Kanda almost tearfully, "Look, I A divorced businessman, I have nothing but money. But how much you want paid, go ahead."

Kanda ignored him, but suddenly became dazed.

He was stunned for a long time, until the police came and took the thief away, and he didn't notice until the man stuffed the business card in his hand.

He stared at everything in front of him, and suddenly felt strange, as if he was like a freshwater fish washed into the Irish Sea from the estuary.

He turned around and ran towards the exit of the terminal building.

如果在半年前，有人告诉神田，他会爱上一个男人，神田大概会狠狠揍那个人。

If someone had told Kanda half a year ago that he would fall in love with a man to the point of becoming that "sticky idiot" he called, he would have broken that man's neck.

And the truth is, he threw away his plane ticket and is now heading back home—which is probably the craziest thing this man has ever done in his budget-conscious life.But Kanda just wanted to see him, to hug him, to kiss his lips, to see him playing stubborn and unwilling to moan under him, his face flushed with lust.

This is the person who made Kanda think he could transform himself, but unintentionally transformed himself.

The continuous drizzle was like layers of curtains that did not break off. Kanda remembered that guy always followed him tirelessly in rainy days, trying to find topics to chat with.If it was raining at night, he would crawl under his covers like a begging puppy, although the real puppy Crow never did such a thing.

He clearly knew that he would not make excessive demands, but why did he leave that idiot alone?

When the phone rang, Kanda was in a daze in the taxi.Seeing that it was Rabbi on the caller ID, he was instantly annoyed by the interruption, but he didn't know what the interruption was.

"Ayou, you haven't boarded the plane yet, have you?"

"What's the matter?" Kanda didn't intend to explain his current situation.

"If it's convenient, can you go and see Allen?" The voice on the phone sounded a little anxious, "I just received a call from the female owner of the shoe store in the town, saying that a group of gangsters have entered the Windermere elves and have There's a fight."

When receiving this urgent report, Kanda felt calm.

After hanging up Rabbi's phone, he quickly called the police, and then dialed Allen's number, but no one answered as expected.

He forced himself to make countless guesses as the taxi drove to the train station.From the estimation of the combat effectiveness of the bean sprouts that he regarded as thin and muscular, to the estimation of the number of neighbors who would rush to help or call the police, one thing was finally concluded, that Allen would be fine.But after his brain worked quickly to get this reassuring result, he started to feel uneasy again.

Gradually at night, the grotesque balls of light reflected in the rain on the side glass of the car indicated that they had entered the urban area.Although I can't see where it is, it's useless to see it clearly, because the unfamiliar noises are crowded in the ears-Kanda has never been keen on going out, and for the urban area of ​​London, except for the impression of being dragged by a rabbi , and the rest are nothing.For him, London seemed alien.

But this is not important, this is not his place at all.

Time is as long as the old beech forests that grow forever on both sides of the road, and there is hardly any trace of change.There were also some beeches by Lake Windermere, and one of them seemed to be very old, and its branches spread far into the sky. Burrito.He had just stepped off the London-to-Oxenholm express train to take a special train to the Lake District when the rabbi made the second call.The young man explained that the chaos over there has been resolved, the hotel has been smashed, and people seem to be fine.

"The police are chasing those bastards. They smashed the hotel without any explanation, didn't take anything of value, and didn't beat anyone. What the hell are you trying to do?" The rabbi was very puzzled, "Alien also Confused, he is packing up the damaged tables, chairs and decorations, he is very sad. I will not arrive in London until tomorrow, Ayou, or you still..."

"I know, I will go." Kanda interrupted him impatiently, the two brothers were really chattering like they came out of the same mold.

He immediately dialed Allen's cell phone.

"I'm fine. I got a little injury when I stopped the group of people, but I've taken care of it. I have to clean up the broken things now. Fortunately, they didn't move the luggage of the guests... Don't miss the plane. "

Kanda looked at the time, and it was already an hour late.

"You invite all the guests away, close the door for me and wait, and don't go anywhere within half an hour."

"...I told you not to come..." Allen was a little anxious, "I'm fine, I'm still alive and kicking. Mrs. James across the street said..."

"I got in the car."

"Hello..." Allen was speechless, and muttered to the phone that was ringing with a busy tone, "You are too foolish."

Kanda didn't arrive at the hotel until it was completely dark.

He pushed the suitcase to the swing in the garden, looked up at the window on the first floor with shards of glass hanging on it, and even the light could peek through the hole in the messy corner of the front hall.

He stepped forward and knocked on the closed door, and then hugged the person who came out to open the door tightly.

"Yu, you idiot," Allen leaned on his shoulder and giggled, "What if someone else opened the door?"

Kanda let him go and looked carefully, and found that he really couldn't easily believe this guy's refusal... There was gauze on his forehead, scratches on his face, his sleeves were rolled up, and his arms were full of bruises.Kanda frowned deeply.

The front hall was in a mess, the bar was smashed, the small round table was dismantled into eight pieces, the wrought iron flower stand was twisted into a ball of unrecognizable wire, all kinds of small potted plants that used to be bright in four seasons were now scattered on the ground.Kuro trotted around the dirt that was strewn all over the ground, wagging his tail as if claiming credit for Kanda.

"Crow helped me a lot this time," Allen said happily. "Thanks to it biting one of the guys in time, the man's iron pipe didn't land on me."

"They hit you?" Kanda was surprised.

Allen shook his head, and looked at the clay puppet of Peter Rabbit that fell into small pieces behind him with a little regret: "I hugged Peter Rabbit to prevent them from smashing it, but unfortunately, I still couldn't..."

"At a time like this, why are you protecting Peter Rabbit..."

After hearing this, Kanda burst into anger, and was about to go upstairs by the collar of the man in front of him with a bruised nose and swollen face.

"It hurts! You bastard!" Allen yelled in pain, "What are you doing?"

"an examination."

Kanda opened an empty guest room, and the wooden wind chime at the door made a slight sound.He threw Allen on the bed, and the boy staggered and fell into the snow-white quilt.

"I'm not hurt!" Allen protested loudly.

"Just look to see if there is any injury." Kanda tore off his coat without saying a word.

The cold air fell at night, but the heating in the house was fully turned on, so it didn't feel cold.Allen was wearing a gray-blue plaid pullover sweater and white shirt. Kanda took off the sweater and was about to untie his bow tie when he was caught off guard by his arms and fell on the bed.

The boy straightened out the messy shirt that had been ripped apart by his rude lover, turned over and rode on him, looking down at him viciously.

"You took off two of my clothes, so it's my turn, right?"

Kanda was stunned for a moment, then chuckled, "You bastard..."

Before he finished speaking, a drop of warm liquid fell on his face.Kanda stared wide-eyed and sat up.

"what's wrong with you?"

Allen had a nosebleed, and he tasted it himself, because the blood was still spilling from his nostrils and sliding to his mouth.

His lips were gray.

"Yu, I'm a little dizzy." Allen blinked vigorously trying to see the scene in front of him. He stretched out a hand in a daze, and Kanda quickly grabbed it.

"Hold me, don't let go," Kanda heard him breathing fast, his voice trembling with fear, "I can't see you clearly, where are you?"

In the next second, Kanda quickly caught his unconscious and limp body.

It was already the next afternoon when the rabbi pulled away and rushed to the hospital.

"It's impossible!" He yelled after hearing Kanda's report of his symptoms.

"When Allen was injured by falling rocks at the construction site, I personally accompanied him to do the CT scan. The re-examination three days later proved that there was no abnormality. Why did he suddenly find an intracranial hematoma? This is absolutely impossible, isn't it the doctor? Mistaken?"

Kanda shook his head. His major is biomedicine. Except for a superficial understanding of human body structure, professional knowledge is of no use to him.

The rabbi was tongue-tied for a long time and sighed.

"Is he still running a fever?" He glanced into the ward.

The doctor explained that the traumatic brain injury caused by the rockfall on the construction site a year ago formed a chronic hematoma and hidden vascular abnormalities.

Over the past year, glial cells and connective tissue proliferated in the brain to form a hematoma envelope, with slight calcification inside the tumor, and abnormal blood vessels expanded silently.Under another brain stimulation, the fragile blood vessels ruptured again, forming a delayed traumatic intracranial hematoma.The new lumps and the old squeezed against each other in an astonishing condition.

The rabbi didn't understand, but Kanda did.This kind of continuous symptoms is really rare. No one knows which areas of the brain are being stimulated by the two hematomas. It is no wonder that the doctor is afraid to suggest craniotomy. Consider resection of old hematomas.

The appearance of a new hematoma caused Allen's blood pressure and body temperature to rise, and his breathing was always short and heavy in a coma with a high fever, as if he was tormented by a nightmare that he couldn't wake up from.

"What will happen to him?" The rabbi grabbed Kiaren's hand at a loss and held it tightly.

Kanda didn't answer, the disease in his brain has ranged from self-healing to death since ancient times... He took a deep breath, closed his eyes and thought for a while, no matter what he became, he could accept it.

As long as people are alive.

He stared at the bright incandescent lamps in the corridor. What he was really worried about was a blank future.He hated the feeling that the situation was out of control, and even more hated that what needs to be done and what can be done are only one step away, but it seems like a whole mountain is separated.

Just the day before, Allen was fighting with him on the bed.Kanda, of course, ignored the gauze on his left forehead, in the same direction as the scar on the left side of his face, and thus ignored the consequences of two severe blows to the same part of the brain.

What made him even more angry was that the guy himself didn't seem to notice the problem.In fact, he never noticed the problem in this area, as if he lacked a tendon.

Therefore, in the end, I can only feel annoyed that no matter what the reason, I failed to protect myself as promised.

It seemed that the treatment in the hospital would not end in a short time. The rabbi stayed there all night before being driven out of his mind by the work call.Despite the hospital's reputation, Kanda intends to transfer Allen from the Lake District town to a hospital in central London.So the rabbi was called to the "Windermere elf" before leaving to get some of Allen's clothes.

"Are you planning to stay with Allen in London all the time? Aren't you going to start school soon?" The rabbi was searching Allen's closet while chatting with Kanda on the speakerphone.

Kanda was helpless: "Wait until the condition stabilizes before transferring to Manchester City."

The rabbi was stunned for a long time: "Ayou, you have become a very gentle person."

"What do you mean?"

"It's nothing, you guy," he laughed, "By the way, I found Allen's diary, and he brought it to the hotel? But since I was with you, there is no new diary, it's strange. "

Kanda was speechless, he brought the diary and kept it on him all the time.But it seems inconvenient to tell this guy who is keen on making a fuss.

"Hey!" He said loudly as if he suddenly remembered something, "Who allowed you to watch it casually?"

"I've seen it all the time." The rabbi said it as a matter of course, and there was an obvious sound of paper flipping quickly on the phone, "By the way, Ayou, I found that Allen wrote a line on the last page, you know ?"

"What word?"

"I send it to you."

The phone was hung up, and before Kanda could react, he received a photo from the rabbi.

At the end of the notebook on the photo, there is only a short sentence written in familiar handwriting.Kanda glanced at it, and couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth.

He looked at the side of the bed, opened the painfully clenched fist of the person on the bed, and held it with his fingers interlaced.

As Mrs. Browning wrote in her poem, he loved him only more deeply.

-TBC.