Chapter 42 Suzuki Mamoru was pushed down

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Chapter 42 Suzuki Mamoru was pushed down

So what do you do next?

Sitting on the sofa, Suzuki Mamoru and Asagiri Xi next to him looked at each other, Suzuki Mamoru fell into thought.

Of course, the two of them are not strangers to each other. When they were in Tokyo, Asagiri often came to the hospital. Sometimes Yuko was really busy, and it was Asagiri who came to help. Therefore, the silence between the two at this time was not unfamiliar.

I'm embarrassed, I just don't know what to do at the moment.

"Suzuki-kun." Fortunately, Chao Wuxi spoke first.

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

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

The look in the girl's eyes and the expectation in her eyes made Suzuki Mamoru hesitate, "...This."

"Isn't it possible?"

"It's not impossible. Okay." Suzuki Mamoru responded. There was nothing he couldn't read in his room, and the observation notebook was also locked in a drawer.

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

"Yes." Chao Wuxi also stood up from the sofa and adjusted his skirt.

When I arrived on the second floor, I pushed open the half-opened bedroom door. Everything in front of me had not yet fallen into night. The sky outside the window was still the color of dusk, and the remaining light passed through the leaves of the trees in the courtyard of Yucheng Family and spilled in.

Room.

Suzuki Mamoru walked in and turned on the light.

"Okay, please come in."

"Okay." Chao Wuxi walked in with his head tilted and looked around curiously.

Under the bright lights, what appeared in front of you was a room that gave people a clean feeling - just like the feeling given by the young man beside him.

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

And there isn't much clutter.

There are bookshelves lined with books on the wall, with the spines of each book neatly arranged together; there is a desk by the window, with a pen on the table and several stacked books, one of which is Natsume Soseki's "I

It's a cat".

"It's very clean."

Chao Wuxi stopped looking and looked at Suzuki Mamoru beside him.

"Thanks."

Suzuki Mamoru replied casually, walked to the bed, stretched out his hand to straighten the quilt on the bed, revealing the empty space.

"If you don't mind, please sit down for a while."

"What if you dislike it?" He walked towards Wuxi.

"There's nothing I can do if I dislike it." Suzuki Mamoru sat down first.

"What an irresponsible statement."

Despite saying this, Asagiri still held down her skirt and sat next to Suzuki Mamoru.

"Because it's impossible to dislike it," Suzuki Mamoru said casually, "What will you do next?"

Being alone in a room and sitting on the edge of the bed together is indeed a very intimate act. However, when I was in the ward, sometimes when I woke up after taking a break in the afternoon, I would open my eyes and see Chao Wuxi holding her cheek next to the bed.

It was impossible to dislike it. Chao Wuxi, who was sitting beside the bed, swayed slightly with her calves in white socks.

She slightly bent her eyes and looked at Suzuki Mamoru, who was holding his hands behind his back.

"We haven't seen each other for so long. Is there anything you want to say to me, Suzuki-kun?"

Suzuki Mamoru's posture was very relaxed, and of course he was tired. He practiced kendo and washed dishes when he came back.

He looked at Chao Wuxi's cheek, thought for a moment, and muttered, "Well, if you want to say something, thank you?"

Chao Wuxi blinked, "Why are you thanking me all of a sudden?"

"I remembered what happened in the ward."

"That's it."

"Um."

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After staring at each other in silence, Chao Wuxi suddenly turned away and looked ahead.

"I think I still have a notebook here, Suzuki-kun."

"Notes?"

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

"This, there shouldn't be." Suzuki Mamoru sat up straight, "I remember it seemed to be put away by me."

"That"

"I'll look for it."

Suzuki Mamoru got up from the bed, passed by Asagiri Xi, and walked towards the bookshelf on the side.

"I seemed to have seen it when I was cleaning the room before."

Suzuki Mamoru's eyes searched for the area on the bookshelf where notebooks were placed.

When he first moved here, when he took out his things from the carton, the notebook should have been stored together with his diary.

——Suzuki Mamoru has the habit of writing a diary, but he usually only writes when he is bored in the hospital bed. Unfortunately, he has many opportunities to write a diary every year.

So he had another habit of changing his diary every new year.

I started this habit when I was 8 years old and am now 17 years old. Over the years, I have accumulated a total of 12 diaries - because I used a total of 3 diaries last year.

Suzuki Mamoru took down all the books on the bookshelf at once, and after counting them, he found that there were 13 books.

Sure enough, there is one more book,

"Found it."

Suzuki Mamoru pulled out one of the books and put the other 12 books back.

"Give."

He came to the bedside and handed the notebook to Chao Wuxi, who reached out and took it. The notebook was well preserved and had no wrinkles.

"It seems that Suzuki-kun has taken good care of it."

"Of course." Suzuki Mamoru sat down again.

"Wow."

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

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

All that was left in my ears was the gentle sound of turning pages.

When the sound stopped, Chao Wuxi gently closed the book.

"Have you finished the inspection?" Suzuki Mamoru, who had been looking at the ceiling, raised his head slightly and looked at the back figure left by Asakishi.

"Yeah." The girl nodded, and her long hair swayed behind her, "That's great."

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

"I said, that's great."

Chao Wuxi repeated it, turned around, and her eyes fell on the doubtful eyes of the young man lying on the bed behind her.

And her eyes were shining.

Suzuki Mamoru blinked.

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

However, the crystal light shining in the eyes under the light, if Suzuki Mamoru saw it correctly, was clearly reflected from the tears.

Suzuki Mamoru felt a little confused about what to do, "That."

He pushed himself up and sat up.

"It's okay." Chao Wuxi continued to smile at him, "I'm just happy."

She wiped her tears, put the notebook aside temporarily, and then said:

"At the beginning, I had just learned that Suzuki-kun had been discharged from the hospital safely, and I was still immersed in joy. Then, I turned around and got the news that I was going to transfer to another school. For a moment, I thought I would never see him again."
To be continued...