Youguo's sleep has been terrible lately - pretty bad, to speak.

Because from the day when the physical problems began to be serious, Youguo's sleep time has become four or five hours longer than that of ordinary people, but the extension of sleep time does not mean that the quality of sleep is good, and it often makes Youguo feel tired and heavy, and the only daily activity that can be called peace of mind becomes unbearable.

But if you just can't sleep well, of course, there will be no problem, but along with Youguo's poor sleep, there are also palpitations and coughs from time to time, followed by blood flowing from the mouth.

Youguo has no doubt that if he continues to develop like this, he will sooner or later embark on the road of a life, he is not afraid of death, he has not died, but being able to face death calmly does not mean that he can calmly face a series of difficult and painful illnesses in his body.

When he woke up again in the middle of the night because of the heart palpitations that appeared from time to time, Youguo tossed and turned on the hospital bed with the collar on his chest, not only layers of sweat appeared on his forehead, but even layers of cold sweat flowed out of his back, almost wetting the whole dress.

The moon outside the window shone coldly and quietly on this place, the moonlight spread all over the ground like cold frost, Youguo lay quietly on the bed and took several deep breaths to calm down his somewhat fast heartbeat, then he touched his slightly dry lips, and then reached out to reach for the water glass placed on the head of the bed.

The cold temperature of the tentacles made Youguo pause, but he still raised the glass of water and slowly brought it to his lips.

When the cold water was about to touch Youguo's lips, another hand that reached out secretly took the cold water cup from Youguo's hand and replaced it with another cup of warm water.

"Drink this." The other party said calmly.

Youguo raised his eyes and quietly glanced at the person in front of him, and said with a little surprise: "Kurolo? ”

The moonlight illuminated half of Kurolo's face, but the other half was hidden in the darkness, and the cold moonlight illuminated Kurolo's handsome and elegant face like thin cool water, and the bandage's quiet black eyes and the moonlight that fell on his face also swallowed up, revealing a rather cold eyebrow at this time.

He watched as Youguo drank the water from the glass, then put it back on the bedside.

"You can't sleep well." "Many times. ”

Youguo didn't deny it, maybe it was because it was too obvious that he denied it and looked pale and weak, so he just pulled the corners of his mouth slightly, and then asked with a smile: "I'm like this, what about you, why don't you sleep?" ”

Kurolo was silent for a moment, then said calmly, "I'm used to it. ”

"Habits are hard things to change."

"Habit?" Youguo raised an eyebrow, "Because of Meteor Street?" ”

"Hmm." Kurolo said: "Habit. ”

Habits are indeed something that is difficult to change, and everyone has their own habits, such as Nobunaga's habit of wiping his precious knife every day, and the cat food that Parker Norda always carries with him......

And the habit that most people in Meteor Street will have is to come out of the dilapidated house they built every morning and start waiting for the garbage dropped by the airship that flew from nowhere today - according to the words of the people of Meteor Street, it should be daily necessities.

Kurolo also has habits, and many of his habits originate from Meteor Street, which is a great place to create monsters, such as Culolo, such as the Phantom Brigade.

It's just that Kurolo's habits are different from the other Meteor Street people, those people's habits are an essential part of their lives, the foundation of their survival, but those essential parts for them are nothing to Kurolo.

For Kurolo, the day is survival, and the night is his life.

For countless nights on Meteor Street, Kurolo would crawl out of his little house and make out every word of the dirty, broken books he had dug out of the garbage during the day, and he would read them word by word, word by word, piecing together a whole world from the old books that had been discarded.

He was like a shriveled sponge, and those books were just small shallow water stains, and even if the sponge tried its best to absorb the water stains, it would not let him know what it was like to be full, so from the moment he knew that there was a wider world beyond Meteor Street, Kurolo knew that his future would never be trapped in this square inch.

And as he thought, Kurolo managed to get out of Meteor Street, and even single-handedly created the Phantom Brigade that now scares many people, and the habits cultivated by those sleepless nights are also ingrained in him after a few years, and become one of the parts that Kurolo can never change.

But this is not bad, if it weren't for that, Kurolo wouldn't have noticed that Yugo was having trouble sleeping at this time.

"Why can't I sleep?" Kurolo's gaze shifted to Yugo's sweat-soaked forehead and hands clutched on his chest, and there was a look of understanding in his eyes.

"Do you have heart palpitations?"

Youguo nodded dispensably, leaned back on the pillow and complained weakly: "I have never felt that sleeping is such a difficult thing before. ”

Kurolo pulled out a chair and sat next to Youguo, but luckily they were in a single room, so they didn't have to worry about disturbing the others with such a late-night conversation.

"I can help you." Kurolo said that his expression was sincere, as if he was suggesting to peel an apple for Youguo.

Hearing this, Youguo became a little interested, he tilted his body to look at Kurolo, and asked curiously, "Is it?" So how can you help? ”

"I can knock you out." Kurolo said, he raised his hand knife to show Youguo, and his voice was unhurried: "My speed is very fast, as long as the strength is suitable, you will soon faint." ”

Youguo, who thought he would really put forward some constructive suggestions, almost laughed angrily, he pushed Kulolo's hand away, and said speechlessly: "You better keep it for yourself, I'll forget it." ”

Kurolo frowned and glanced at his hand, then put it down casually and continued to look at Youguo.

"So how?" Kurolo was still thinking about it, "You're weak, and your body won't be able to withstand it if you don't get a good rest. ”

Unbeknownst to Youguo, whenever he closed his eyes and was about to fall into a deep sleep, the occasional palpitations would quickly break him free from his sleepiness, not to mention the sometimes uncontrollable cough and sudden asthma.

When you can't sleep, you can't control your thoughts flying around, and the same is true of Youguo, who quietly looks at Kurolo's face in the moonlight with his face sideways, even if he knows such a beautiful skin

The next is a monster who eats people and doesn't spit out bones, but Youguo still sighs that he is so good-looking.

Perhaps knowing that his death was approaching, Youguo was less and less vigilant and precautionary in the face of Kurolo, especially knowing that Kurolo had the memory of the first three weeks, Youguo had a lot less scruples, so he stared at Kurolo's silent face like a landscape in the night, his heart fluttered slightly, and suddenly said in surprise: "Can you tell me a night story?" ”

It wasn't until he finished saying that he realized what he was saying stupidly, and asked Kurolo to tell him a nighttime story to lull him to sleep, which was simply the most ridiculous joke of all time, and Yugo had no doubt that if he wrote a joke about it and submitted it to the magazine, he would be the best joke of the year.

So after saying this, Youguo quickly refuted what he said before, just waved his hand and said, "Forget it, I'm just joking." ”

As if he thought the joke was funny, Youguo couldn't help but show a few teeth, but Kurolo, who was sitting on the side, lightly touched his hand on his knee, and then said, "I think you can give it a try." ”

The smile that overflowed the corners of Youguo's mouth suddenly stiffened on his face, and he looked at the serious Kurolo in front of him blankly, looked away and said to himself, "I probably have auditory hallucinations." ”

Then Kurolo said, "You heard me right. ”

He raised his eyebrows, and when Youguo looked at him in shock, he also showed a shallow smile: "What you said may be a good idea." ”

Youguo was stunned in place, he watched Kurolo get up neatly to look for the book, and the frightened words "You're joking with me" that were stuck in his throat had not yet been spoken, and Kurolo appeared in front of Youguo again with the book.

The three words of Kurolo stuck in Youguo's throat like a stone, and Youguo looked at Kurolo in a daze, and then asked him, "What do you want to hear?" ”

Kurolo may have been taken away, Youguo thought calmly, or maybe he was broken in his brain, he must ask Ilfan tomorrow if the two of them fought again when he didn't know, and if he stuck a nail in Kurolo's head once.

If Ilfan knew what Yugo was thinking, he would feel wronged, after all, it would be no good for him to mess in Kulolo's brain, but would cause some trouble.

Youguo didn't even have time to feel the excitement of the two handsome guys he missed fighting for him, and just calmly thought about how to restore Kurolo to normal.

Because such a Kurolo is too terrifying.

Before he could say anything, Kurolo got up from his chair again.

Youguo breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that it should be back to normal now, right? However, he heard Kurolo say, "Give me a place." ”

A question mark appeared in Youguo's mind, and the emotions expressed in his gaze were too obvious, and Kurolo explained indifferently: "That might be more effective." ”

Does Yougoxin say that there is any difference between sitting on a chair and sitting on the edge of a bed? But for some reason, the body naturally moved away a little, leaving a small clearing for Kurolo.

This is how Kulolo "occupies the magpie's nest" so naturally and openly, his straight back is half leaning on the head of the bed, holding a thick ancient book in one hand, and sitting on Youguo's hospital bed in a relaxed and natural attitude, and Youguo, as the master, had to move his body, and then was forced by Kulolo's hand on his shoulder to his side.

"Sleep." Kurolo also asked very intimately: "What do you want to hear?" ”

Youguo didn't know what he was thinking, so he let the ghost envoy say, "It's still the story of the butterfly." ”

Kurolo lowered his eyes to Youguo beside him, then tugged at the corners of his mouth and smiled quietly.

Kurolo is a man who appreciates food all the time, not only giving him an exceptionally good appearance, but also giving him an extremely intelligent brain, even if he was born in Meteor Street, which is of hellish difficulty, he has just broken out of the world in Meteor Street with his excellent mind, and in comparison, his magnetic and moving voice has become less prominent.

But when Youguo closed his eyes and listened to Kurolo tell him an ancient legend with his blessed voice, it was a rare pleasure. He thought that such a flashy joke-like act should be useless, but after closing his eyes, Youguo listened, and his consciousness sank into darkness uncontrollably, and when the last trace of consciousness fell into a deep sleep, Youguo only felt the fingers that fell on his shoulders and were not light or heavy.

He felt a rare sense of peace around Kurolo.

After noticing that Yugo was asleep, Kurolo stopped reading the book, closed it, and put his free hand to his lips with a fist, contemplating the meaning of his own behavior.

Kurolo wouldn't do things that didn't make sense, but reading the night story for Yugo was obviously not a meaningful thing, and he frowned and thought for a while, and finally found the reason.

He just wanted to do it, and he thought it was funny.

A funny thing is worth any reason, and Kurolo retracted his hand to his lips and re-read the book in his hand.

*

When Rosenjie arrived at the hospital, Youguo was still sleeping.

Almost the next second he heard the news of Youguo from the Yir fans, Rosenjie boarded the airship non-stop, and until he arrived at the hospital, his legs were still a little weak.

Standing at the door of the ward, Rosenjie wanted to push the door directly, but the sight of the only small piece of glass on the door of the ward made him temporarily stop his movements, and he saw that there was another familiar and strange person in the ward at this time.

That person was quickly turned over from Rosenjie's memory, it was Kurolo, who had a previous relationship at the auction.

Kurolo sat on Youguo's hospital bed with a leisurely and natural attitude at this time, this is obviously Youguo's bed, but he shows a kind of nature of doves occupying the magpie's nest, and the original owner of the hospital bed is close to his side at this time, his eyes are closed, and the bright morning light falls through the glass on the face of Youguo who is sleeping on the side, illuminating his already fair skin almost transparent, and the back of his hand on the quilt also clearly shows the cyan blood vessels under the skin, and only a pale and quiet side face is revealed in the tight quilt covered.

Rosenjie's figure stood at the door, but Kurolo on the hospital bed just casually raised his eyes and swept it slightly, and then continued to lower his head and wrap his fingers around a strand of Youguo's hair that had escaped.

Such an arrogant gesture would make anyone angry if they were treated like this, but Rosenjie was not angry, he just stood at the door for a long time, then turned around and waved his hand to signal that the doctors present could rest for the time being.

"Youguo is still asleep." Rosenjie said calmly: "Don't disturb them for the time being. ”