I won't be a loser.

The relationship between father and son is not bad, but it is not that close either, which makes Miyamizu Futaba always feel a little concerned.

"Have you ever thought about the future?"

"When I'm almost recovered, I'll go back to school, get into a good university, and marry Setsuna. That's it."

"...Kento, have you ever considered having a child with Setsuna?"

The sudden topic was a bit subtle, which surprised Xianren. He looked at his mother who was standing beside his bed. He didn't know why Miyamizu Futaba suddenly brought up this. He lowered his head and glanced at his bed sheet. For a moment, he wondered if the doctor was hiding something.

"Why are we suddenly talking about this?"

"No, it's nothing. It's just that since you two have decided to get married, you will also consider the matter of having children, right?"

"I...will consider this matter after I graduate from high school and go to college."

What happened that day was still clearly remembered in Xianren's mind, but he didn't know how to talk to Miyamizu Futaba. After a moment of silence, the answer he gave was the plan he had thought of earlier.

Plans can never keep up with changes.

Maybe she won’t have to go to college, but she will be able to see her grandchildren when they are in high school.

"College?"

"Ah."

The ward suddenly fell silent again. Miyamizu Futaba had many things she wanted to tell her children, but due to delicate reasons, she didn't want to tell Xianren either. After a long silence, she chose to wait a little longer.

He had been absent from the private school for two months, and it was already November. Since he had contacted Tsubota before, he knew the reason why Kento had been absent for such a long time. He understood Kento's situation and said that this period of time was not counted in the original length, which surprised Kento a little.

"Take care of your body and get healthy soon."

Tsubota gave his blessing, and Xianren also thanked him. He then used his free time to read the books he had read bit by bit to consolidate his memories.

When I feel tired, I will look at the flowers on my bedside.

Those were flowers sent by a stranger. The other party gave them to the nurse, who then passed them to him. This started when he was in a coma and continues until now.

Every day is a wild chrysanthemum.

Sometimes he would care about who sent him the chrysanthemums, but the person who sent him the flowers never showed up and remained a mystery.

Time gradually passed, and the days lying in the hospital were not very colorful. Every day was spent with IV drips and taking medicines, and it was difficult to cheer up.

Various complications after a car accident also make it difficult for wise people to fall asleep sometimes, especially the side effects of some medicines.

It was not until mid-November that his condition gradually improved and the amount of medication he needed to take gradually decreased. After a careful examination, the doctor who came to check on him confirmed that Xianren's condition was gradually improving and that he would be able to be discharged from the hospital after about another month of rest.

"Another month?"

"The previous one month was just a rough estimate, but judging by your current recovery, you're almost able to walk. However, for safety's sake, you should stay in bed for a while longer."

"It's not happy news."

"I think most people would be happy to hear this news. The only people who wouldn't be happy after learning about their recovery time would probably be children who don't want to go to school."

"But when adults get into trouble and try to get back on their feet, they face not just academic problems but also a mountain of other problems."

"Interesting answer."

Not knowing what was written in the doctor's hand, Xianren guessed that it might be an observation log.

Wu Jianmiao raised her head and glanced at the boy lying on the hospital bed. Among the patients she treated, there were some interesting people. Xianren was one of them. I heard that he was also a writer?

The identity of a high school writer is indeed very interesting.

After recording today's observation diary, she turned and left the ward. Xianren, lying on the bed in the ward, felt a little relieved when he saw the female doctor who was full of "thorns" leave the ward.

It’s hard to describe, but when I first saw Dr. Takemi, he felt more like a musician in a visual kei band than a doctor.

But after more than a month of contact, I found that the other person's personality is not what he appears to be. Instead, he is more gentle... No, it can't be called gentle, it's just an illusion caused by the contrast with his appearance. He can only be described as calm and delicate.

My mother, Miyamizu Futaba, is not here today. She seems to be meeting a friend from her last visit to Tokyo. When I asked her about her identity, she was evasive. Xianren was curious in his heart, but he couldn't get an answer, so he could only suppress his curiosity in his heart.

Although there were not many people, Xianren had recovered some basic mobility, and there were nurses available to take care of him at any time, so he did not feel any trouble or distress.

He picked up the unfinished book on his bedside table, gently picked up the page with the bookmark, and continued reading.

"I'm not kidding. I don't know why, but when I see her, I always feel that she might become a heavy burden to me in the future. Take you for example, if you like her and observe her carefully, you will think the same." Komako put her hand on Shimamura's shoulder, snuggled up to him, and suddenly shook her head and said, "No. If she meets someone like you, maybe she won't go crazy. You carry this burden for me."

"Don't say that."

"Do you think I'm drunk? Whenever I think about her being loved by you, I feel happy living a dissolute life in the mountains."

""Hello!""

"Leave me alone!" Komako hurried away, hitting the rain shield with a thud. That was Komako's home.

When flipping through the book in his hand, Xianren always couldn't help but feel the gap between himself and those traditional literary masters, and he would often think deeply about the differences between himself and these literary masters.

But no matter from which angle you look at it, he is completely different from the literary masters who have visited him.

“It’s about life, but it’s more than just life.”

It might be better to use "return to basics", but his level is still that of using clumsy fancy words, struggling to choose words and compose sentences, using those flourishes and gorgeous words to cover up his essential deficiencies.

I didn’t have any special feeling before, but when I saw the car gradually approaching and coming in front of me, the clear feeling of despair is still clearly remembered after I woke up.

This made him start to reflect carefully on everything about himself. At first, he looked at these works simply for entertainment, but now when he read and looked at them carefully again, he found his shortcomings and wondered whether he was really qualified to write.

"They use modern entertainment to comfort themselves, but what's the reality? Thinking about participating in those literary awards, eager to prove themselves, using their own shoddy works, if they actually win an award, it would be unfair to those who have carefully polished their works."

I also understand that this society is not determined by the word "fairness". In many cases, there are other factors.

However, today's wise men hope that they can write a better work.

“In front of these literary masters, one should have the heart of an apprentice.”

While looking at the work in his hands and reflecting on himself, a ringtone sounded beside him. He turned his head to look at the phone beside him. Xianren clipped the label in the book, reached out to answer the call, and put it to his ear.

"Mr. Miyamizu from Ward 608? We have a guest who would like to visit."

"guest?"

As a resident of a superior single room, the service and care are very good. Even if there are guests coming to visit, they will first contact the sage in the ward and confirm the sage's intention before allowing the visitors to the ward to see the sage.

"The one who sends flowers every day."

Looking at the wild chrysanthemums beside him, Xianren was a little surprised. He thought that the other party would always hide his identity and not appear in front of him.

"Okay, let the other party come over."

"Ok."

The nurse at the front desk hung up the phone, and Xianren put it aside. He was already a little curious, and thinking that the person who sent him flowers every day would be coming soon, he closed the book in his hand, put it aside, and waited quietly.

Because of the special situation of the residence, it took nearly ten minutes before footsteps were heard in the corridor outside.

"Mr. Miyamizu, may I come in?"

"Please come in."

The nurse opened the door and gestured to the people outside to come in. Then a short-haired girl holding a flower entered the ward and bowed to thank the wise man.

"Thank you for saving me at that time."

Looking at the girl who gradually raised her head, what came into Xianren's eyes was a bright and beautiful face and a pure and transparent feeling that was somewhat similar to Mito Yuge, but completely different.

"Asakura Toru, my name."

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When the Summer Cicadas Chirp: 273. Can I help you take care of your boyfriend?

Higuchi Enka, who came to the hospital with Asakura Toru, is now standing quietly outside the ward door, waiting for Asakura Toru.

After hearing the girl's name, the wise man lying on the hospital bed turned his gaze to the girl in front of him, stared at her for a while, and then looked at the wild chrysanthemums on his bedside table.

"Can you please help me get that bottle of green juice over there?"

Pointing at the drinks on the table, the girl came to the table, picked up a bottle of drink on the table, held it in front of her with both hands, and slowly handed it to the wise man.

"Thank you."

It was a little difficult to unscrew the bottle cap with both hands. I didn't know how long it would take to get back to my original level after being discharged from the hospital.

He took a small sip and looked at the girl who was standing by the edge of his bed, also looking at him with her fingers against his. There was not much fluctuation in his heart. After lying in bed for such a long time, his mentality had long since settled down.

"So, what brings you here today? Thank you?"

"Well, that day, I was distracted and caused such an unfortunate incident. I should have been the one to suffer, but Miyamizu-kun got hurt. I'm very sorry."

"I feel your apology. Is there anything else?"

"..."

The two looked at each other, and seeing the indifferent look in Xianren's eyes surprised Asakura Toru. He had thought that the other party would have some requests, but unexpectedly, he said nothing.

"In that case, please go back. I want to rest for a while."

"I understand."

After hearing what the wise man said, Toru Asakura bowed silently and walked towards the door.

"Then please have a good rest."

The door of the room was closed again, and the girl left the ward. As for Xianren, he looked in the direction the girl left, lying alone on the hospital bed, lost in thought. At that time, seeing the other person's short hair, he thought it was a boy, but he didn't expect it was a girl.

I am used to seeing girls with long hair, so I was a little surprised to see a girl with short hair.

"it's over?"

"It's ready, let's go."

Asakura Toru walked out of the ward, looked at Enka standing at the door, smiled, and walked towards the elevator. The girl in the black sweatshirt followed Asakura Toru, and the two of them took the elevator to leave the floor where Kento was...

It was already three o'clock in the afternoon when Miyamizu Futaba returned to the hospital.

She entered the ward carrying an expensive-looking paper bag, and then took out a small jewelry box from the bag.

"this is for you."

"what?"

"Bracelet."

“I don’t like this.”

Seeing the jewelry box handed to him by Miyamizu Futaba, Xianren couldn't help but frown. He didn't like jewelry very much and never wore necklaces, rings, or earrings.

"Put it on. If one day you see someone familiar wearing the same bracelet as you, you might get a surprise."

"what?"

After hearing what his mother said, Xianren was confused and felt that she seemed to be hiding something from him.

But when he looked at Miyamizu Futaba, he didn't get any information from the other party. Facing the gaze of Xianren, Miyamizu Futaba just turned her head away silently. Xianren, who was sitting on the bed, couldn't get the answer he wanted. He could only look down at the bracelet in his hand, wondering what it meant.

The wise man lying in the hospital ward, with the air conditioner on, did not have much profound experience.

But then he saw Miyamizu Futaba who was taking care of him, and the nurses' clothes which were getting thicker and thicker. The weather was getting colder and colder, and it was already December from November. Xianren's body had almost recovered to the point where he could get out of bed.

12 month 8 number.

"Congratulations, you can be discharged from the hospital."

Wu Jian Miao carefully examined Xianren's body and gave an answer that Xianren had been waiting for for a long time.

"Can I finally be discharged from the hospital?"

Xianren, who was wearing a hospital gown, relaxed his expression after hearing Wu Jianmiao's words. He had been waiting for such a long time, and if it continued like this, he didn't know what would become of him.

"Can I go through the discharge procedures today?"

"Of course you can, but there's no need to rush. Wouldn't it be nice to be discharged tomorrow?"

"It happened to be Monday, and I was discharged from the hospital today. I feel a little better. I have been in the hospital for such a long time, and I just want to go home early."

"You know your physical condition very well. Even after you are discharged from the hospital, you should not do strenuous exercise for a long time. Also, remember to come to the hospital for checkups on time."

"Ah."

After expressing his decision to be discharged from the hospital, Wu Jianmiao did not stop him and signed the document.