[Fu Ba] love poem

Zhou Fang has been lying in the ward for three months.Moved from intensive care unit to VIP ward.With the initial pain, everyone's mood gradually became normal.

Time does not stop because of people's life or death.Those who live must die, and when winter goes, spring will come.

Of course...it's a love story.

It's not called the tragedy of love.

So, like all successful stories, Zhou Fang wakes up peacefully in a quiet evening.

Three months is a medical miracle.

Later, the attending doctor concluded that it must be because the patient continued to be positively stimulated—no family member could insist on reading aloud for more than 8 hours a day to accompany him like President Munakata.

So this is also a miracle of love.

Fushimi and Izumo's conclusion is "[-] hours a day, who can bear it. Ghosts also jumped out of the grave."

so bad.

But this is all for later.

That day Fushimi and Hatta made an appointment to let Munakata read the manuscript.Munakata's mood has been very stable, perhaps because he has already prepared to live in this ward for a long time.

The ward is very luxurious, enough for him to live and wash for a lifetime.

Fushimi and Hatta knocked on the door, but Munakata didn't answer.They tentatively opened the door, and Munakata fell asleep beside the bed.Manuscripts were scattered all over the floor.

It was his Sirius star that had been dusty for many years.

Zhou Fang was stroking Zongxiang's head with his left hand, like a puppy.

The scene was so embarrassing that they were too embarrassed to laugh and forgot to exclaim.

The scene was so warm, Fushimi always felt that these two psychopaths must be like firewood when they were together, never thought that it would be such a silent drizzle.

Zhou Fang smiled laboriously, and gave them a "shut up" look.

However, Munakata was still awake.

He didn't wear glasses, he probably saw things very blurry, or he couldn't believe that Zhou Fang in front of him was already looking at him and smiling alive.

He rubbed his eyes.

"Is it still dead?"

The voice is full of anger, and it is soft and hoarse because of long-term reading and waking up.

After inserting the oxygen for too long, and just waking up from a coma, Zhou Fang was a little slurred, but Munakata could hear clearly.

"If you have died once, how dare you die again."

Zongxiang stared at him hard.

"Your Excellency is not a god, and you will inevitably die."

"Don't force me to talk."

Zhou Fang pressed Munakata's head with his trembling left hand, and the drip needle was still attached to his hand.Zongxiang wanted to stop him, but his head couldn't help but lowered.

Zhou Fang pressed that pretty face to his dry mouth.

No kiss is long enough.

"Savage. You're starving for oxygen."

"Is it annoying or not."

The scene abuses the dog.The two old men kissed until the sky was dark, and they didn't even care that there were two children standing beside them.Fushimi and Hatta silently put down the manuscript in their hands and withdrew.

Fushimi heard the violent ups and downs in Hatta's chest, pounding like a mountain.

So is he.

An indescribable excitement, and an indescribable calm.

In front of this pair of lovers who have been entangled for many years, they really understand one thing - in this world, apart from love and hate, life and death can separate people.

Too late, but no later.

Wear eliving, and dying.

Every day in life is precious, and there are only more than 3 days in a life.

How many days are there for us to waste our youth for a little love and hate?How much time is there for us to hold each other back because of the vague desires in our hearts?

From acquaintance with a smile to entanglement with resentment, from fiery collapse to long flow of water, everyone has become humble in love.

That humble pain has so strongly obscured our view.

Looking back and staring, ask yourself, is the pain and embarrassment in the past also inevitable?

In those never-turning-back times, there are such bright youthful years.Like laughter, like tears, like the Milky Way.

The so-called love is to waste each other's life without complaint or regret.

Being able to live together is more precious than anything else.

Fate did not let them separate, why should I run away from my beloved?

Fushimi held Hatta's hand tightly.He felt Hatta struggling, and then Hatta's body leaned towards him.

It was as if there had never been any quarrels and anger in the past, and all embarrassment and hesitation were left behind.Like all passionate lovers, they embraced tightly at the door of the ward.

The footsteps of the patrolling nurse could be heard in the distance, and Fushimi pulled Hatta up and ran away.

"Why are you running?"

"Don't idiots run away and wait for people to see me hug you?"

"...What about Brother Zun?"

"Stupid? There are nurses and doctors who can't die. The two of them don't feel ashamed and I feel ashamed!"

They forgot that the car was still in the parking lot, and rushed all the way into the falling night.At first it was Fushimi pulling Hatta, and later it became Hatta pulling Fushimi.

Where are you going?

It doesn't matter where you go.

As long as we hold hands like this, even if we can run forever.

They held hands and ran all the way, turned around the hospital building, turned around the bustling store entrance, passed by H agency, passed by S agency, passed by the street that was just lit up, passed by the street corner where they used to hesitate, passed by a small tattoo shop together, and passed by the endless spring river , passing the gate of the campus evening class.

It's like being a teenager.

Crush the gorgeous night of this sensual city under your feet.

Broken into a piece of soft heart fire.

They stopped before the broken wall where they met.

Both were running out of breath, sticking out their tongues like dogs.

The night is clear and bright, the willows are on the moon.

The gentle moonlight illuminates the once passionate and lonely broken wall.

They gasped for breath, gasped and laughed.

Fushimi grabbed Hatta's hand again.

"Ape Bigu, I like you."

Hatta hurriedly said, as if he was afraid that he would be one step behind Fushimi. Is it shameful to be one step behind?

He said it too hastily, he thought about it, and felt that it was not appropriate, so he corrected it again.

"I love you."

——It turns out that the confession can be temporarily modified like this, isn't it funny?

Fushimi was speechless.

He had no choice but to force Hatta's head to his arms, and seal the moment with a deep kiss that exhausted his life's fanaticism.

A month later, Izumo's wedding was held as scheduled.

The day was fine that day. Although it was raining lightly, it did not hinder the joy of the wedding.The United Press and several friendly media were all dressed up.

The J-Series Group was invited as a VIP, and Munakata also appeared on the VIP seat pushing Shuo in a wheelchair.

The two wheelchairs looked neat.

"Is the right hand still not working?"

"Ha, it's good to be alive."

Zhou Fang smiled freely at Hatta.

"What does it mean to be alive? Your Excellency will undergo systematic rehabilitation next, please don't be vague."

"Ah……"

"Don't smoke either. Who gave the cigarettes?"

Fushimi hurriedly pulled Hatta and fled.

The church organ played holy ritual music.All eyes are on the bride and groom.

What a couple.

Awashima is unbelievably beautiful, a hundred times more beautiful than in all the promotions and picture albums in the past.Hatta and the others suffocated their laughter, seeing that Yun was saluting solemnly, and his father-in-law handed him his daughter's hand. At this point, Izumo finally couldn't hold back his power, his legs weakened and his body shook.

Laugh out loud.

"President Grass Pheasant, hold on!"

"You have to pick up the fairy bride!"

"Goddess Kikyo slaps me again!"

Even Papa Awashima couldn't help laughing.

The wedding banquet was coming to an end, and the car that came to pick up Zhou Fang had already parked outside the venue.

"Oh, are you leaving just after drinking the wedding wine?"

"Well, I have already contacted the rehabilitation hospital in Kyoto. It should be sooner rather than later."

"It's Munakata who is worrying, Zhou Fangzun, you bastard, can't you say a few words?"

"Trouble...listen to him."

Zhou Fang confidently grabbed Zongxiang's hand and slowly moved to the car.

Zongxiang kicked him into the car, turned around gracefully and nodded goodbye.

Everyone watched them go away in the continuous spring rain.

The rain is so fine and soft, and it whispers to the whole world with indistinct warmth, just like a continuous long-term love that has lasted for more than ten years.

The city has been rainless for a long time.

Countless lives burst forth in the caress of clouds and water.

Izumo will be responsible for the work of the publishing house in the future, and Fushimi and Hatta are also slowly learning to manage with integrity.United still has a long way to go, but it is full of hope. How long will the era of giants last?

I hope it will be like the stars and the moon, and the years will last forever.

Under the transparent umbrella, Fushimi turned to look at Hatta.

Hatta is also turning his gaze to Fushimi beside him.

——How lucky to be able to hold hands with each other in life.In light rain, in spring, in summer, in autumn, in cold nights, in warm wind.

In the endless shadows of time.

In the infinite universe we live in, is there a red thread like time and shadow intertwined in the dark?

Like a poet, like a painter, weaving lonely souls among thousands of people into a masterpiece of love.

Why not?

Winter goes and spring comes again, year after year, the four seasons rotate.

I hope that we can live together.

The spring is deep, and the vigorous spring is depicting the bright poems of the grass growing and the warbler flying in the moist drizzle.

It is a long poem of never-ending love.

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