So what's next?

Sitting on the sofa, Mamoru Suzuki and Asaki on his side looked at each other, and Mamoru Suzuki fell into thought.

Of course, the two are not strangers to each other, when they were in Tokyo, Asagi often came to the hospital, and sometimes Yuko was too busy to help. Therefore, the silence between the two at this time is not unfamiliar embarrassment, but they don't know what to do for the time being.

"Suzuki-kun." Fortunately, he opened his mouth to the tide first.

"Ah, yes, what's wrong?" Mamoru Suzuki came back to his senses.

"I'd like to go to Suzuki-kun's room, is that okay?"

The look in the eyes of the girl he was looking at and the expectation in his eyes made Mamoru Suzuki hesitate a little, "... This one. ”

"Can't you?"

“... It's not impossible. All right. Suzuki answered. There was nothing in his room that he couldn't read, and the observation notebook was also locked in a drawer.

"Then let's go, upstairs." Mamoru Suzuki stood up.

"Hmm." Asaki also got up from the sofa and straightened the hem of his skirt.

......

When I came to the second floor, I pushed open the door of the half-hidden bedroom, everything in front of me had not yet fallen into the night, the sky outside the window was still the color of dusk, and the remaining light passed through the leaves of the tree in the courtyard of the Yucheng family and spilled into the room.

Mamoru Suzuki walked in and turned on the light.

"Alright, please come in."

"Okay." He poked his head into the fog and walked in, looking curiously left and right.

Under the bright light, a room that feels clean is revealed – just like the teenager next to him.

Except for the quilt on the bed, which was not folded and slightly messy, everything else was simple and clean.

And there isn't much clutter.

On the wall are shelves of books, on which the spine of each book is neatly arranged; The desk by the window, a pen on the table, and several stacked books, one of which is "I Am a Cat" by Natsume Soseki.

"It's clean."

He stopped looking at the misty and looked at Mamoru Suzuki beside him.

"Thank you."

Mamoru Suzuki replied casually, walked to the side of the bed, and reached out to slightly fix the quilt on the bed, revealing the empty space.

"If you don't dislike it, sit down."

"What if you dislike it?" Walk towards the Fog Tide.

"I can't help it." Mamoru Suzuki sat down first.

"It's not an irresponsible statement."

Despite saying this, Asaki still pressed the hem of his skirt and sat next to Mamoru Suzuki.

"Because it's impossible to dislike it." Mamoru Suzuki said casually, "What's next?" ”

Being alone in the room and sitting on the edge of the bed together is indeed a very intimate act, but at the beginning of the ward, sometimes I woke up after a nap in the afternoon, and when I woke up, I could see the tide of the bed supporting my cheeks.

It's impossible to dislike ... Sitting on the edge of the bed, Chao Mixi's calves in white socks shook slightly.

Her eyes were slightly bent as she looked at Mamoru Suzuki, who was holding her hands behind her back.

"I haven't seen you in such a long time, doesn't Suzuki-kun have anything to say to me?"

Mamoru Suzuki's posture is very relaxed, and of course, because he is really tired, he practices kendo and washes the dishes when he comes back.

He looked at the cheeks of the morning fog, thought for a moment, and groaned, "Hmm... If anything to say... Thank you? ”

Winked at the fog tide, "What are you doing all of a sudden?" ”

"I remembered what happened in the hospital room."

"That's right."

"Hmm."

“......”

“......”

Silently staring at each other, he suddenly turned his gaze away from the fog and looked ahead.

"I think I still have a notebook for Suzuki-kun."

"Notes?"

"Well, Suzuki-kun won't lose it, will he?"

"This... Probably not. Mamoru Suzuki sat up straight, "I remember it seems to have been put away by me." ”

"That..."

"I'll look for it."

Mamoru Suzuki got up from the bed, passed in front of the Kirishi, and walked to the bookshelf to the side.

"I think I still saw it when I was tidying up the room before."

Mamoru Suzuki's eyes searched the area of the bookshelf dedicated to notebooks.

When I first moved here, I took things out of the cardboard box, and the notebook should have been stored with his diary.

- Mamoru Suzuki has a habit of keeping a diary, but he usually only writes when he is bored in his hospital bed. It's just a pity that he has a lot of opportunities to write a diary every year.

So he has a habit of changing his diary every new year.

From the habit of starting at the age of 8 to the age of 17 now, I have accumulated a total of 12 diaries over the years - because I used a total of 3 books last year.

Mamoru Suzuki took down all the books on the bookshelf at once, and counted them a little, and there were 13 of them.

Sure enough, there is one more,

"Found it."

Mamoru Suzuki pulled out one of them and put the remaining 12 back.

"Give."

He came to the bedside and handed the notebook to Chao Wuxi, who reached out and took it. The book is very well preserved and has no wrinkles.

"Looks like Suzuki-kun has a good preservation."

"Of course." Mamoru Suzuki sat down again.

"Whoa."

The sound of page turning sounded in the quiet room. The girl held the notebook and looked at it page by page with nostalgia.

Mamoru Suzuki looked at her, and after a while he felt tired, so he simply lay down on the bed.

All I could hear was the sound of the soft page turning.

Wait until the sound stops, and gently close the notebook towards the foggy tide.

"Checked?" Mamoru Suzuki, who had been looking at the ceiling, raised his head slightly and looked at the back left by the morning Mirishi.

"Hmm." The girl nodded, and the long hair behind her shook with it, "That's good." ”

"Huh? What's wrong? The girl's sigh, Suzuki Mamoru asked.

"I said, 'That's good.'"

Repeating it to the miri, she turned her head and her gaze fell on the puzzled eyes of the young man lying on the bed behind her.

And there was a glint in her eyes.

Mamoru Suzuki blinked.

"I can still see this notebook, and I can see Suzuki-kun, so it's good." The girl smiled at him.

It's just that the crystal light shining in the light in his eyes, if Mamoru Suzuki is not mistaken, is clearly reflected by tears.

Mamoru Suzuki felt a little unsure of what to do, "That..."

He sat up on his back.

"It's okay." Chao Xixi continued to smile at him, "It's just happy." ”

She wiped away her tears, put the notebook aside for a while, and continued:

"At the beginning, I had just learned that Suzuki-kun had been discharged from the hospital safe and sound, and I was still immersed in joy, and then I turned my head and got the news that I was going to transfer to another school. All of a sudden, I thought I wouldn't be able to see it again..."

"I'm sorry..."The girl with tears in her eyes, Mamoru Suzuki didn't know what to say.

"There is no need to apologize. But... It's really nice to see Suzuki-kun again. ”

"This..."Mamoru Suzuki was about to say something, but as a result, his eyes were always looking at his morning fog, and at this time, he suddenly stretched out his hands and pressed them on his shoulders.

"So Suzuki-kun." Towards the tide of the mist, he looked directly at him.

“......”

With the girl's action, there was only a bedroom for two people, and the atmosphere suddenly became strange.

Mamoru Suzuki looked at the hand on his shoulder, and then at the face of the girl approaching him in front of him.

“... That one... Morning fog? ”

Mamoru Suzuki blinked quickly, feeling not good.

"Suzuki-kun... My Suzuki-kun, do you know how much I miss you? ”

whispered to the fog stream, her face seemed to have a little crimson in an instant, her eyes became more and more hot, and the rich emotion seemed to overflow like tears just now.

And Mamoru Suzuki felt the strength on his shoulders growing.

The not-so-good premonition is gradually becoming a reality.

"That, Asagi, calm down, calm down." Behind him was the bed, and in the face of this sudden situation, Mamoru Suzuki was a little panicked.

However, such reassurance did not work, and the girl was getting closer and closer to him. The delicate cheeks, crimson like the sunset, dazzling, moving.

Mamoru Suzuki tried to break free, but sadly, he found that he couldn't.

"At least close the door..."

It was Mamoru Suzuki's last sad struggle before he fell.

He was crushed on the bed by the girl.

“......”