The trembling, constant sobbing, and the touch of the liquid wet on the cheek became more and more clear. Krist understood that this time, it wasn't sweat.
Krist wanted to question himself.
How could he be so despicable
How could he become so humble
-TBC.
I wish I had conveyed the picture in my heart to you...
07.
If only morning never came.
Krist stared at the familiar ceiling, thinking secretly. His face was expressionless, but his heart was filled with bottomless despair.
He got out of bed and carefully put on his slippers. Gently pushing open the door, every step he took was so cautious.
Krist never thought that one day he would be so nervous walking in his own home, just because he could smell the aroma of eggs and bread.
In the kitchen, the man with his back turned to him, wearing an apron turned out of nowhere, just shoveled up the eggs that were fried until golden in the pan. He put the eggs on a plate, and there were even a few cherry tomatoes on the plate. Krist doesn't remember having such a thing in her freezer, presumably that guy bought it.
Perhaps it was because Krist's walking sound was too soft, the man couldn't help but froze when he turned his head to meet Krist's eyes. Immediately, he raised the corners of his mouth and smiled at Krist: "I thought you were about to wake up. Go and wash up, Kit. It's bad for your stomach if you eat it after it's cold."
Krist nodded blankly, but the moment she turned around, she couldn't help a sore nose, a corner of her heart was secretly looking forward to it.
Looking forward, all the memories left yesterday are just a nightmare of my own.
"Kit, let's talk."
It was not a dream.
Kris wanted to laugh a little. He knew it clearly, how could it be a dream. The aching brain, the red, swollen eyes, the gloom accumulated in the heart, which one would be the food that appeared in the dream
If you have to dream, it is better to have a beautiful dream that never wakes up. For example, in the kitchen of my own home, Singto can always be seen.
"Senior, I drank too much last night!" My courage seemed to have been exhausted last night. After waking up from drunkenness, his reason was spinning around in a hurry, desperately trying to fill the hole eroded by last night's impulse. He interrupted Singto and raised the corners of his mouth, but he knew that he was smiling very ugly at the moment, and he was not the usual sunny boy at all, "I don't remember anything. I don't know if I have caused trouble for Senior Sing? "
lie. I clearly remember it all.
Krist remembered God taking his phone to report the address to Singto, remembering the touch of Singto's hand on his waist when he lifted himself up. I remember the sound of Singto panting when he put himself on the bed, and I also remember that Singto looked at his half-closed eyes and sighed helplessly when he washed his towel and wiped his face.
Krist also remembers her unstoppable tears, remembering that she wiped the tears on Singto's coat in a daze, remembering holding on to the hem of Singto's coat and not wanting to let go, remembering seeing Singto's eyes but never saying Without saying "I like you", I can only murmur "I'm sorry".
I'm sorry, I don't regret liking you, I'm just sorry, I obviously like you, but I still made you look embarrassed.
If only it wasn't so greedy.
Singto stared fixedly at Krist, and after a long while, he opened his mouth softly: "Senior Sing, I have a stunt that I don't know if I should be complacent. I won't be broken in the next day, and I can fully recall what shameful thing I did the night before.'" Singto paused, "Kit, you told me this yourself."
Yes, these are the words spoken by Krist himself. Krist likes to tell Singto these things, he wants Singto to know more about himself. This small thought was suddenly counterattacked at this time.
Why is the memory so good? Why is he so stubborn that he doesn't know how to turn a corner? Obviously following his words and pretending that nothing happened, both of them can be free.
But Krist knows that what he likes is this kind of Singto. Singto who won't deny his feelings for Arthit, and Singto who confronts his feelings for him.
Krist took a deep breath and let it out slowly. He no longer pretended to smile, and looked up at Singto with a serious and serious look: "I'm sorry Senior Sing, I really drank too much. But... I really like you too."
"Thank you, Kit. But I'm sorry, I can't accept your feelings."
He refused so simply, without hesitation. But... what to do, how do I feel that this unfeeling is also my obsession.
Krist sniffed, twisted his fingers quietly, trying to use the slight pain to raise his concentration: "I know...Senior Sing likes Brother Arthit." Okay, Krist, don't be too greedy, you already know the price of greed, " I have failed in my confession, senior Sing. Now I just want to be your junior, is that okay?"
Singto was silent for a while, but the short ten seconds felt extremely long in Krist's heart. In fact, he knows well that he can't simply be Singto's junior.
But ah, I really like him so much, I like him as low as dust, I just want to make him feel better.
"I'm sorry, Kit. I don't have the same feelings for you as you do for me, and...you're right, I'm subconsciously looking for a teacher in you. It's not fair to you."
Sentenced.
What does it mean
Krist looked up hurriedly. Singto didn't look away, his eyes were calm and clear. He stood up and smiled at Krist: "Kit, you are actually very independent, aren't you? Clean up the dishes by yourself after eating, I'll go first."
Speak up, Krist! Talk to keep him!
Krist stood up and almost subconsciously followed Singto's footsteps to the entrance. Singto had taken off his apron, folded it neatly, put on his coat and shoes, and opened the door. Seeing Krist, he smiled, walked a little closer, and handed the folded apron to Krist. His temperature only existed around Kris for a moment. Still as gentle as ever, as considerate as ever, as bright as ever.
As always, just smile at my brother.
He stepped out the door and waved to Krist.
Then, the door slowly closed in front of Krist.
Krist couldn't say a word. He opened his mouth, but finally turned around and walked back to the dining table. He didn't stumble, it seemed that he really just sent away a familiar senior, and then came back and obediently ate up the food made by the senior.
Krist cuts off a small piece of egg and puts it in his mouth. Well, it's a very normal smell of eggs, obviously Krist remembered that Singto told him that he doesn't cook well, but he still started the fire for him.
... Ah, my eyes hurt so much that I can't see what's on the plate.
Kris covered her eyes with her palms and smiled softly.
In the empty room, only his laughter echoed. Only him.
Krist has been ill for a while. It's not a serious illness, it's just a cold, but it's already a kind of torture for Krist, who is always healthy.
The cold never got better. Krist, who was wearing a mask, was listless, and her eyes looked dim. Gun sat across from him and looked at him, tapped his pen on the table: "You'd better go back and rest, Krist."
"Oh, it's impossible Gun, the discussion homework hasn't been finished yet."
"Don't you usually cause me too much trouble? Why are you being so brave at this time." Gun scolded with a smile, "Besides, it's not just the cold that bothers you, right?"
Kris was taken aback.
Singto is avoiding Krist. He finally knew, knew that Krist wasn't the kid who didn't know anything, that every clumsiness was just to talk to him. So Singto told Krist that he knew Krist was very capable and could solve everything by himself. It's like telling Krist with actions - don't come to him again. To like him with such a straightforward heart, Singto will project his love for Arthit on Krist. It's not fair to Krist.
But obviously, Krist just wanted to see Singto. Actually... It's better not to speak, seeing his smile is more important than anything else.
He never told Gun specifically about Singto, but at this moment Gun seemed to see through everything. Krist let out a heavy breath: "Thanks, little Gun."
"Call me brother." Gun raised his eyebrows. He hesitated for a moment, but still took out a small bag from his bag and put it in front of Krist, "Here, take it."
"What is this?" Krist wondered, took it and opened the bag to have a look. It's a box of cold medicine.
"Senior Off asked me to pass it on to you." Gun's serious expression made Krist a little dazed, "Although he told me not to tell you, I think you need to know."