ebentbackdown.Alookatcarefully,onlytofindthathisbackisnotlikewhatInoticedbeforebigstrong,blackhairseemstobehiddeninalittlesilverline.

    Hehurriedbehindmybacktothehospitaltocheck,thatisjustasprain,boneunscathed,hebreathedasighofrelief.Thenhealreadykublakhahdrippingwet,amItooheavy,orbecauseofwhat?

    Athome,Ididnotspeakanythingwentintomyroom,shutthedoor,lefthimapersonlonelyfigureinthelivingroom.

    Summerskyisalwaysdarkverylate,butoncetheblackupisparticularlyfast,oneminutecan'tseethefaceinthehouse.Iopenthelampoftheroom,onlytofindthatthesittingroomisnotbrightlights,alsodoesnothaveasound,inisIopenthedooroftheroom,shotarayoflightintheroom,faintlightsquarelyinthesofaofthesittingroom.Foundthatdadhadthenfellasleeponthesofa,releasingthesubtleandIgentlymovetotheoppositethesofa,lookingathisface.Hisfacebulkypore,storingandreleasingkineticenergytheentirecheekradiantwithapink,sothatspreadfromtheearstotheflushoftheneck.Foreheadwrinklesatthemomentitwouldbeastretch,butlightafew,likebethumb-naillightlyacross.Thehandsomeappearanceisstillretainedthefainttracesontheface,justlikeawormandagingneverstoppedsincemotherhomeonthispieceofcrawlingonhisface.Myheartsuddenlyaquiver,solovedearly.

    Thatnightisstillasusual,Istayuplatehomework,againthatacupofhotteatable,butIfinallyknowthatnight!EverynightwashegentlyIputacupofteatable,inthecoldisgoingtochangewhenacup,maybeIwasbusywithmyhomeworkhasn'tbeenfound,maybehisactionsarealwaysgentle,Idon'tmakeasoundinterference.

    Thenextday,postedpatchonmyanklemiracle,vaguely,likeafigurewithamedicatedwineatmidnighthasbeenhelpm-->>

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