MTL - The Red Side is Always Blocking My Dog leash-Chapter 100
Qiu Zeyao's injuries have not yet reached the point where he must rely on the will to survive to survive. So even if he resisted facing reality again, he still had to open his eyes the next evening.
Today, "Officer Qiuzawa's espionage story" has begun to spread on the Internet. Mr. A, who was studying for the end of the exam preparation period in school, learned about it through the discussions of his classmates.
Because the image of Qiu Ze Yao in the words of the classmates was too exaggerated, he took the risk of being discovered by Sakamoto, put down the question book in his hand, lowered his head and took out his mobile phone under the cover of the table.
As a result, it turned out to be out of control. If he had to endure the embarrassment of his toes on the ground at first, after getting used to it, he could calmly judge the flaws and rationality of these stories in his heart.
Sitting in front of him, Xue Shen Sakamoto wrote a whole book of topics at a speed unattainable by ordinary people. When he looked back to check the learning progress of his "helped object", he found that the page number of the problem book on his desktop was still at the beginning. , The guy who was supposed to be doing the question seriously is bowing his head, slightly long black hair covering his face. But it's not hard to see the fact that he's smirking from his constantly shaking shoulders.
Sakamoto knocked on the table and looked at A-kun who subconsciously raised his head.
Mr. A: …
Mr. A!
He quickly put away the phone, smiled calmly, picked up the pen again, and looked like he was thinking seriously.
After Sakamoto turned his head, he stared at the topic for a while, completely lost in thought, and finally glanced down again.
He has been paying attention to the news, partly because he wants to see what other versions they can make up, and on the other hand, he is waiting for the Metropolitan Police Department to make a statement, and now he is waiting.
Rubbing his thumb on the screen a few times, he turned off the screen and put his eyes back on the subject on the desktop.
really…
The mechanical pencil made a half-circle at his fingertips and fell on the table with a soft sound. Mr. A reached out and retrieved the pen that was on the verge of falling, and casually wrote a few words on the paper.
It's hard to find which one the first edition of the report was. But no matter which media it is, Qiu Zeyao's image is that of a humiliated undercover agent.
But in fact he overturned the bomber's original plan, and persuaded the other two with his excellent villain image.
Not only took over the formulation of the new plan, but also made two bombs for crime.
Even if he knew it himself, such an action was to ensure that the Metropolitan Police would not lose anything but time.
After all, the bomber's original plan was too uncontrollable for him, and he could not guarantee that no one would be injured or killed in this attack.
However, no matter what his thoughts were, the fact was that Qiu Zeyao single-handedly orchestrated the entire attack.
Although in the end there was not much loss due to his reasons, in the good direction, the merits and demerits are balanced, and in the malicious direction, the crime is suspended. For extenuating circumstances, it can not be investigated, but promotion? This is absolutely impossible, and it would be nice not to be demoted.
I don't know when the truth here will be released.
He sighed and decided to give up fighting with Mandarin. I don't know if it was because of his partiality.
Mathematics and English are very easy, but when it comes to history and national language, it is particularly difficult. Sakamoto's study plan for him is more focused on these two subjects.
It was obviously just a "help plan" that was used as an excuse, but the other party turned out to be extra serious.
Not wanting to let down the other party's good intentions, Mr. A's intention to paddle has to be temporarily put down. Although this may not be much different for Sakamoto than building a bird's nest.
When Qiu Ze Yao woke up, his mind was still immersed in the ocean of knowledge. He reacted for a while and realized that he had gotten rid of one sea of misery, and now he was about to face another.
He has now given up thinking about what his image is in the eyes of others. After waking up, there is no one else in the ward, so he simply sits up by himself. In order to facilitate the dressing change, his upper body is not wearing a hospital gown. But the gauze wrapped around it is not much different from wearing a white vest.
A patient who has been in a coma for too long and cannot take care of himself always needs some nursing equipment. These things are old acquaintances to him, and there is no need to trouble the doctor. After a while, I made sure that I would not fall down when I came together before putting on my shoes and getting out of bed.
The winter nights come earlier, and now the sunset outside the window has sunk between the buildings, and only a dim orange glow is still trying to illuminate the city, pale in the colorful lights of the neon lights.
Or just jump from here.
Qiu Zeyao put one hand on the glass of the window and lowered his eyes to look at the greenery below. This is the eighth floor, with a height of more than 30 meters, and it will be over in a few seconds.
That way he could explain things he couldn't explain without thinking about how to deal with those friends.
"Officer Qiu Ze, when did you wake up?"
The white-haired young man standing in front of the window seemed to be frightened, his body trembled reflexively, and he turned to look at Amuro Toru who came in at the door of the ward.
The blond-haired young man was holding a convenience bag in his hand, and his smoky purple eyes were looking at him warmly and softly. Qiu Ze Yao felt a strong emotion called guilty conscience, although he just thought about it... He took his hand from the glass and pulled Close the curtains to completely cut off the outside scene.
"Just now..." He said dryly, handing a glass of water in front of him.
Still warm.
"Thank you..." Qiu Zeyao held the cup, his fingers rubbing the wall of the cup awkwardly.
He didn't expect that Amuro would still be here today.
Amuro picked up the needle from the ground along the infusion tube. There was more than half of the liquid left, and it had stopped flowing. He glanced at the various pipes that were hastily shelved around him. He hardly needed to think about what happened here.
He was silent for a moment and pressed the call bell.
"It's better to leave this kind of thing to an expert. If you do it yourself, it will be troublesome." He can only suggest a general euphemistic reminder.
The relationship between the other party and him is not that close, and there is no position to say something preaching. If it was Matsuda Jinhei, he would have learned the lesson of "idiot" and "idiot" long ago.
Amuroto didn't actually have enough time, but he did stay in this ward almost until now, and he was almost always accompanying him during this time. Of course, it's not all because the old classmate said "please" casually yesterday.
While waiting for Qiu Zeyao to wake up, Amuro Toru occasionally stared at each other for a while when he was free. He stared at Qiu Zeyao now, but his thoughts drifted to a little far back.
In the past, Qiu Zeyao didn't have a good relationship with Matsuda Jinping, and his relationship with other people was not close. There were only two or three people who visited each other's graves every year except for volunteers. One is Zhufu Jingguang, the other is Matsuda Jinping, and Hagihara Kenji will follow him to take a look most of the time.
From what Matsuda Jinhei mentioned several times by chance, he was about to enter the Ferris wheel before, but Qiu Ze Yao abruptly dragged him down.
Otherwise, he was the one who died, not Qiu Zeyao. Because of this incident, his mood has been very complicated, and it is not a life-saving grace.
But it's impossible without any emotional fluctuations. Moreover, everyone died, and the other party didn't have any relatives or friends. I'm afraid that in the past few years, the ashes of the tombstones will be several centimeters thick. That's why I insist on going to the grave every year on the day of death.
Now Qiu Ze Yao is lying here, and from time to time, people will come to visit with fruit.
But to say that the relationship is so good that he can stay and take care of each other day and night, there are almost no people, let alone him who used to be more withdrawn.
With the character of the other party, it is obviously unrealistic to work as a policeman intact. It is difficult for Amuro to think that Qiu Zeyao was lying in the hospital by himself at that time and woke up facing the unmanned bedside. Seeing the relatives of other patients in disarray, watching the endless stream of visiting friends, listening to the relatives' cries of joy or grief, listening to them talk about the future and dreams that may or may not exist... What kind of mood would it be?
With an inexplicable mentality, Amuro stayed in the hospital until now, but it was only time to go out to buy dinner, and the other party woke up and was in a ward with only one person.
He pushed open the door of the ward, and instantly noticed the other person's back standing in front of the window. The gauze covered the ferocious wound. The pale skin of the same color as the gauze glowed lustrous under the light, and the right muscle lines were deep and clear. Obviously it should be full of power.
Because the other party lowered his head halfway, his back was slightly bent, and his vertebrae were slightly protruding against the thin flesh on the back of his neck, giving the illusion that he was about to burst.
Amuro walked over to Qiu Zeyao, who was holding a water glass and pursed his lips, and spread his palms: "The back of your hand, can you let me take a look?"
Qiu Zeyao lowered his eyes to avoid his gaze, unable to ask why, he could only tentatively hang one hand above the opponent's palm. Amuro Toru helplessly curled the corner of his mouth: "The other side."
He is obviously a ruthless character who can break into the base camp of the underworld alone, and complete the undercover work of the police in one day for several months, but Toru Amuro can see the pitiful feeling from him. Just like Aoi Amuro, who knew that he was guilty of causing trouble and showing his plane ears.
Qiu Ze Yao changed his hand, and the distance he deliberately kept was easily crossed by the other party. Toru Amuro held his hand gently with his dry and warm palm, and looked around carefully to confirm that he did not cause any harm when he pulled the needle. as a result of.
Just as the doctor arrived, the blond young man released his hand after hearing the knock on the door, and turned to open the door for the person outside the door. Qiu Zeyao, who was behind, paused, folded his fingers, and hung it silently by his side.
Seeing the situation in the room, the doctor raised his eyebrows immediately: "How can you move things by yourself?"
Before Qiu Zeyao opened his mouth, Anshi dissipated the doctor's anger with three or two sentences, and responded a few times, showing his high emotional intelligence vividly. He went back to bed, took off the gauze and checked the wound. There was no problem. After explaining a few precautions, he left quickly.
Anshito sent him out, thanking him politely, and the other party waved his hand: "You take good care of Officer Qiu Ze, if you have any questions, just ring the bell, we have a doctor on duty at night, don't feel okay or embarrassed, don't Let him mess around."
"Do you know him?" The doctor was familiar with Qiu Zeyao's attitude just now, and An Shitou was a little concerned.
The doctor snorted: "Old acquaintance, Officer Qiu Ze is a frequent visitor to our hospital. I have been in charge of it three times, and I am very impressed." He paused, "Speaking of which, I don't seem to have seen it before. What is your relationship with him?"
What does it matter? Toru Amuro couldn't find a suitable reply for a while.
Said to be friends, but in fact his connection with Qiu Zeyao was basically through A-Jun and Zhu Fu Jingguang, and they got along with each other very little. They said they were strangers, who would stay in front of a stranger's hospital bed all day?
He got stuck for a moment. The doctor seemed to understand something and said, "Don't worry, although I am not young, I am not a pedantic person."
Amuro couldn't help laughing and crying: "No, you have misunderstood me, Officer Qiu Ze and I..."
It's just a nominal cannon friend. He remembered this oolong, and his voice paused, and then he continued to speak, always feeling a sense of wanting to cover up.
"No matter what the relationship is, in short, you remember to keep him under control and don't let him make fun of his body." The doctor waved his hand, and was about to turn around to leave. Before leaving, he said, "I wish you happiness."
Toru Amuro:…
Qiu Zeyao felt that he could be discharged from the hospital, but this decision was rejected by Amuro Toru, on the grounds that Qiu Zeyao had only one person at home, and the position behind him was not convenient for him to take medicine.
Moreover, his current physical condition is very poor. If he loses consciousness at home, he will not be discovered until he dies.
Of course, the other party's words were not so straightforward, but the general meaning was similar and justified. Qiu Zeyao choked directly, and finally he could only say dryly: "That won't happen."
He is an adult, and he can handle the discharge procedures by himself. Anyway, he has done this before, and the hospital cannot force him to pay.
go away...
An Shi could tell what he meant and said, "The doctor will not approve your discharge from the hospital. He also asked me to watch over you and not let you mess around. I can also pay for the follow-up medical expenses."
Qiu Zeyao said politely, "Don't bother Mr. Amuro anymore."
The implication is that Anshito has nothing to do with him, and what qualifications does he have to manage people and spend money?
Amuro smiled slightly: "The doctor thinks we are a couple, this is what I should do, no need to be polite."
Qiu Zeyao's eyes widened, panic flashed, "Why does he think so?"
You won't refute it!
No, the key is not this, Qiu Zeyao quickly changed his words: "But you and I are not actually a couple, so this is not something that should be done. Mr. Amuro is already very grateful for visiting me during his busy schedule, no more trouble. You are really sorry."
He didn't know how long the other party stayed in the ward after Mr. A left, presumably not too long.
After all, there are still a lot of things going on recently. A person who is so idle has to work two nights a week. An Shitou will only be busier. will be more.
It's not that he didn't think about helping the other party, but it was impossible for Anshitou to let him hinder the other party's plan. Everything that could be handed over to him was absolutely irrelevant, and this person would not agree to such a thing.
Toru Amuro looked at him with a calm and soft gaze: "No trouble, I've actually been here to take care of you all day. Officer Qiuzawa's colleagues are also very worried about you. But there is still work at the Metropolitan Police Department. So they can't stay forever. They brought a lot of stuff, and the apples are sweet, does Officer Qiuzawa want one?"
Qiuzawa Yao?
He was startled and thought he had made a mistake, so he quickly recalled and confirmed it. Qiu Zeyao and Amuro Toru didn't have much interaction, and the other party doubted him most of the time.
So anyway, it's not a relationship, okay? What's more, the kind that stays with the night, Matsuda Jinping has never done it!
Not knowing how to reply, he opened his mouth and said dryly, "Thank you."
"You're welcome..." Amuro rolled his eyes, put back the apple he just picked up in his hand, and took out a sealed bowl of porridge from the convenience bag, "Don't eat cold food on an empty stomach for too long. , drink porridge to fill your stomach, how about eating tomorrow?"
Qiu Zeyao took it with both hands cautiously, "Thank you."
In less than ten minutes, he had already said thank you three times.
Amuro Toru sat in the chair An Ran, and had no intention of leaving at all. Qiu Zeyao drank the porridge bravely, and threw the package into the trash can.
"Mr. Amuro doesn't have a job?" he couldn't help asking.
Amuro put down the phone: "If I leave, Officer Qiu Ze will be discharged immediately, right?"
He had planned to wait for the other party to wake up and leave. After all, it is really awkward for two people who are not very familiar to stay in the same room.
But just like what he said just now, Qiu Zeyao will definitely be discharged from the hospital as soon as the others leave.
Qiu Zeyao: "I won't."
He said things he didn't believe.
"Can Police Qiuzawa assure me?"
"I promise…"
Amuro pondered for a moment, then got up and walked to the hospital bed. Facing Qiu Zeyao who was sitting on it, he pointed his tail to him and his eyes were bent, "Then let's make an agreement."
The young man's snow-like eyelashes trembled a few times, his fingers tucked into his palms and pressed against the sheets, and he whispered, "Is Mr. Amuro so childish?"
Amuro blinked: "Childish...? My younger brother likes it very much."
A long time ago, when Mr. A was still in the hospital, he was away for a few days because of a business trip and promised to bring a limited cake to the other party. Mr. A already had a very good relationship with him. But in some respects there are still some things that can't be let go.
It might be the reason why they have to be separated for nearly a week after that, the first time the other party awkwardly behaved like a spoiled child.
The black-haired boy raised a hand to him, stretched out his tail finger, turned his face to the other side, and said, "It's agreed, the cake is limited."
Maybe Mr. A also realized his childish behavior at the time, and he didn't do it later, and when he did it, he would be disliked by the other party. Even so, Toru Amuro always felt that the other party still liked this kind of "promise".
Amuro Toru maintained a smile, not a gentle smile that floated on the surface of the central air conditioner like a human figure, but with a bit of sincerity. After living with him for so long, Qiu Zeyao could still tell the difference. Said: "Is it okay? Make a promise with me that "I will stay here until the doctor judges that I can be discharged from the hospital", and I will no longer disturb the police officer Qiuzawa. "
Qiu Zeyao was silent for a while, raised his hand and hooked his fingers that were hanging in the air, and the two little fingers, one deep and one shallow, were clasped together. open, but said, "It's not to disturb."
Amuro moved his eyes in surprise. The smoky purple eyes showed a gleaming luster under the light, making people dare not look directly. Qiu Zeyao looked away, and the other party's body temperature was passed to him along the touching fingers. The illusion of being burned, but he didn't let go.
He wanted to say that I'm happy that you are so worried about me, that I'm happy to see you when I wake up, and I'm actually happy that you stay.
But Qiu Zeyao couldn't say such kind words, so he could only say: "The temperature of the water is very suitable, and the porridge is not bad."
Although he has become accustomed to being Mr. A, this is the tenderness and consideration that he rarely experienced when he was Qiu Zeyao.
Matsuda Jinpei and the others are very good, but they are only colleagues and friends. They are all men. Except for Hagihara Kenji, most of the rough men don't have any delicate thoughts.
And no one will treat him as a delicate flower who needs to be taken care of. If he is injured, he just pays more attention than usual to not cause secondary damage to him. So most of the time the love he feels from his friends is a bit of a loss.
Of course, there is also the reason why he never shows weakness.
Amuro smiled dumbly after being surprised. He hesitated for a while, and patted the young man's unwounded shoulder with his free hand. The skin that was not covered by gauze felt cool to the touch, and it was easy to part with the palm of his hand: "I make it myself, it tastes better. How about if you stay in the hospital and bring you a copy when I visit tomorrow?"
Tomorrow?
Qiu Zeyao's heart warmed, feeling that his initial goal of making friends with the other party with this identity seemed to have succeeded. He couldn't help raising his head, and when he touched the other party's smiling eyes, he quickly turned away and said calmly: "It's agreed."
"Ah, it's agreed." Amuro shook the hand that pulled the hook with him.
Toru Amuro and him were separated for less than an hour, and then they reunited at home.
Jun A was huddled on the sofa, holding Xiaokui in his arms, watching the new show on TV with her. He quickly reacted when he heard the sound of the door, and looked over with Xiaokui.
"I'm back."
"Welcome back."
"Meow!" Xiaokui, who was hugged by him, also raised his body excitedly and let out a long cry.
The only person in the family who can cook cat food is Toru Amuro. When the other party is away, she can only eat cat food or raw meat.
Although it cannot be said that it is not delicious, it is obviously not as good as the cat rice produced by the master chef.
Amuro changed his shoes, took off his jacket, and asked, "Have you had dinner yet?"
"No, what about Brother Tou?" It stands to reason that dinner time has passed, but anyway, there is only one person in the family, and Mr. A has always ordered takeout when he is hungry.
Amuro Toru: "I don't eat much, but I can eat a little more."
Jun A put Xiaokui aside, stood up from the sofa, and walked towards the entrance with brisk steps. He was still wearing his school uniform, and he could go out after changing his shoes. He rolled his eyes, "I'm going to buy ingredients, What are you going to do tonight?"
Counting the time, Amuro has not come back for four days, and there is only a little food left at home that can be kept for a long time, which is obviously not enough.
Amuro thought for a while, said a few things, and asked him to bring a bottle of condiments that were about to run out. Mr. A wrote down, "Mmmm," that he had changed his shoes and brought his wallet. When he was about to go out, Amuro shouted. one sound.
The black-haired boy turned around subconsciously, so the whole person almost fell into the other's arms. Under the sudden closeness, Toru Amuro put the scarf on the back of his neck and tied it in a serious circle, "The temperature outside is a little cold. Remember to hurry up and come back."
Mr. A didn't know what he said. After he went out, he was blown by the cold wind, and the overheated CPU was barely cooled down.
How could that person be so close all of a sudden?
He wasn't mentally prepared yet, and he didn't know what he was doing at the time, but since his mind was blank, there should be nothing, and he might look a little silly.
Mr. A took a deep breath, exhaled it into a white mist, and couldn't help but stepped on the ground viciously.
hateful!
Jump jump jump, can't you stop for a while?
