Hoshimi lowered his head and unbuttoned intently, his eyes fixed on the buttons, his lips pursed, and the dark red blood stains were particularly obvious on the white palms.

Hashimoto gently grabbed Hoshimi's wrist, looked at the scabbed palm worriedly, and asked, "What's the matter with the hand?" ”

Hoshimi raised his hand and glanced at the blood scab and replied blankly, "It's broken." ”

Hashimoto frowned and sighed, "I know it's broken, so obvious." She gently shook Hoshimi's wrist in an attempt to regain Hoshimi's lost consciousness.

Looking at Hoshimi's innocent and pitiful look, Hashimoto frowned and locked it tighter and carefully released Hoshimi's wrist, looking at Hoshimi's already open placket, the wet skin under Hoshimi's already open placket was a little red, she leaned forward again worriedly and pressed it on Hoshimi's forehead, "It's okay, hurry up and take it off, raise your right hand and don't touch the water first, wait for me to deal with it for you first." ”

"Hmm." Hoshimi nodded obediently, noticing the genuine concern on Hashimoto's face and no longer speaking, just lowered his head and continued to change into his almost soaked single clothes. Hashimoto only felt angry and funny when he looked at the obviously accelerated movements of her hands, and couldn't help but pinch her tight and elastic cheeks, and snickered at Hoshimi's rare ignorant and coquettish appearance.

Hoshimi shook his head in annoyance, his cheeks bulging, shook off Hashimoto's claws, clasped the placket of his clothes with one hand, pressed one hand on Hashimoto's shoulder and pushed her out of the door, shutting the door in shame, but obediently unlocked it.

When Hashimoto pushed the door in with a cotton swab and medicine, Hoshimi was completely submerged in the bathtub, leaving only his right hand obediently swinging outside, his fingertips curled up on the white porcelain-like glass plate, staining her temperature on the still cold glass wall.

"Don't move." Hashimoto sat on the clean bathtub sideways, gently held Hoshimi's palm up and put it on her knee, and wiped her hot palm with a wet cotton swab, even the back of his hand conveyed the owner's pleasing shyness to Hashimoto who held Hoshimi's right hand.

Hoshimi, who had submerged her body in the water, had been waiting for an expected reproach after the sound of pushing the door, but the sound of teaching that would have annoyed her had not arrived, making her anxious, and a string of small bubbles popped up in her nose, and she straightened up with a big grin, as if there was still a trace of heat sticking to her collarbone.

Hashimoto noticed that Hoshimi's right hand suddenly exerted force, and subconsciously clasped her fragile wrist with his backhand, and when he turned his head, he saw her looking at her seriously with drooping eyes, and asked strangely, "What's wrong?" This potion shouldn't hurt. ”

Hoshimi shook his head slightly, leaned sideways on the bathtub, rested his chin on the back of his left hand, raised his eyes and looked up at Hashimoto and laughed at himself, "I thought you would talk about me again." ”

Hashimoto was stunned for a second and asked, "What are you talking about?" ”

"Say I'm holding my breath." Hoshimi's eyes widened, and there was a drop of crystal on his fluttering eyelashes that was so small that it was almost invisible, like the wings of a butterfly fluttering, and a burst of imperceptible air flowed through the tip of the person's heart, and then only an inexplicable itch remained.

As if he had heard Hoshimi tell some funny story, Hashimoto naturally asked, "Why should I say that you are holding your breath?" You can't hold it back, will you get out of it? You won't suffocate yourself. ”

Hoshimi's eyes suddenly lit up as he looked at Hashimoto, and he repeated with a whisper, "yes, I'm not going to suffocate myself." An inconsequential remark, but the water droplets on Hoshimi's eyelashes couldn't bear to fall, and smashed into the corners of her eyes, making her eyes red.

Hashimoto didn't understand Hoshimi's abnormal performance, but subconsciously reached out and patted her on the back of the head, "What idiot question were you just asking?" There were still water stains from Hoshimi's wet hair in the palms of her hands, and she only reacted at the moment when she had unconsciously beaten down, and the stupid guy in front of her was just her colleague Hoshimi, not her stupid brother in Hokkaido.

However, the inconspicuous water marks in the palms of her hands quietly reminded Hashimoto that she already had some friendship with Hoshimi in her heart that exceeded that of ordinary colleagues.

This is the second time today. Hashimoto sighed helplessly in thought, refocused his attention on Hoshimi's potion-coated palm, and gently lowered his head and blew towards the scar, as if he had given back the sultry aura that Hoshimi had secretly given her just now, and that careful look was something Hoshimi had never seen before.

Hoshimi looked at Hashimoto with a smile on his head, judging the two of them from the bleak appearance outside the door before, his head was still shaking from side to side from time to time, and he was slapped and pursed his lips silly and snickered, so that Hashimoto couldn't help but want to burst at her head again and knock her hard. Hoshimi's appearance seemed to be a vivid replica of Hashimoto's younger brother in his memory, which made her smile and shake her head.

Hashimoto took the band-aid and gestured at Hoshimi's palm, thought about it, and put it on the most severely broken skin, and after pasting it, he gently pressed it mischievously, and noticed that Hoshimi's frowning eyebrows were unintentionally released.

Hashimoto still grabbed Hoshimi's hand and pressed it on his knee, turned his head sideways and said, "It's done." Isn't Miho hungry? What do you want to eat? I just flipped through it, and I still have the stew and noodle soup I made in the morning. ”

Hoshimi raised his chin and boasted proudly, "It's okay, I'm not a picky eater!" ”

Hashimoto finally couldn't help wrinkling his nose and raised his hand to knock on Hoshimi's head, as she expected, it was soft, and he said unrelentingly: "You don't have a chance to be picky, I don't have any beef or ice cream here, you can only eat it yourself at home if you want to eat it." ”

As soon as the words fell, Hashimoto felt Hoshimi's right hand tense instantly, and his body stiffened for a second, and the conversation between the two when they were outside the door flashed in his mind, and Hoshimi's whisper of 'Mom won't even sell here' became clear, making her immediately understand what was probably happening in Hoshimi.

'Quarreled with Auntie? Hashimoto wanted to ask, but pressed the question back down. She patted Hoshimi's right hand and motioned for herself to get ready, "I'll go boil the water first." ”

Hashimoto noticed that there was almost no heat in the bathtub, and remembered that his water heater had always been not powerful, so he tested the water temperature with his fingers, and the water in the bathtub was not hot, and it was suitable for warm and cool, so he urged: "Come out in a few minutes, the water is not very hot, I'll go and get my clothes." After speaking, she walked to the door and picked up the clothes basket, "I want to put your clothes in the washing machine to wash them, they may not be able to dry today, the rain outside is getting heavier and heavier, don't mind staying a little longer." ”

Hoshimi nodded heavily, and suddenly shouted before Hashimoto went out, "Nanamin! My phone is in my clothes pocket, please help me take it out. ”

Hashimoto pointed to the single clothes placed on the top, looked at Hoshimi and nodded in response, "Okay, don't soak for too long." ”

The rain outside the old apartment seemed to have subsided, and the stagnant water that had seeped into the corridor slowly flowed away, and a striking orange light appeared in the corner of the lead-gray sky, firmly breaking a crack in the thick clouds, allowing the light to seep in.

It's just that the scene of sunrise in the east and rain in the west is always strikingly similar, the cold wind is wrapped in the rain star and ruthlessly discarded outward, and the east and west are slamming into the windshield in front of Hoshimi Mikoto's car, the rain star seems to be looking for something but has no clue, so he can only break through hard, and the dark and heavy sky is pressed into the sky, like a cold-faced supervisor urging the workers to work.