PitBabe series2

The story of that day ended with Tony's last death. Everything related to him was exposed. It's not just half-hearted, like last time. This time, the whole country is aware of Tony's special sense that has always been hidden. The One project, including the corruption mechanism and all of Tony's network, was dragged into the public eye. Of course, there are still a number of big people who can escape. So they can only take refuge. At night, many people who can't escape are invited to rest in prison according to the rules.

 

As for The One Research Project, this matter must be given to Kenta and Kim, who went to deal simultaneously as Babe was with Tony. When Alan said they were divided into two teams, one team came to join us at the mansion. The other team broke into the lab's research team, which is almost twenty kilometres from the mansion. Of course, Kenta and Kim were not enough to break into it. But there were also North, Sonic, Dean, Mr Pete, and Pete's subordinates as reinforcements. They tried to catch all of Tony's researchers and all of Tony's teams. All the senses come out.

 

But during the raid to help, there was a rather violent clash. Because Tony's subordinates tried their best. And suddenly, a fire broke out. It was probably caused by chemicals or damaged lab equipment, resulting in an explosion and fire. Everyone on Mr Pete's side and Tony's subordinates had to escape or die. To say that it was a scary minute of life, yes. But on the other corner is good as well. In the end, everything they have done will be destroyed. There is no more left to do evil things.

 

As I said, Tony's network has almost been uprooted. Those who are still in the government, which may not be directly related to the colour of the government, changed colour. The project aims to take advantage of the people who have been permanently abandoned. And the state has promised to write a new policy to support these people shortly. He also said he must ask the Human 101 research team for help with this matter. Both in terms of support policies, campaigns, and further research to confirm the drug's effectiveness. Before being approved for real use, it will have to go through many stages. But it is considered a good vision to have a significant change. Therefore, we accepted the invitation without interruption. Although we don't like this government very much (because of corruption and the project that was just smoothly closed), everything will be wasted. Suppose we don't make it happen. Therefore, we intend.

 

Now, our big world seems to take a step forward. Even though it's just a small step, it makes our hearts warm all over. There will be only things in each of our small worlds. It seems that we still have a long way to go

 

My world with him as well.

 

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I fell out of my dream because of the bright light that splashed into the bedroom. This has never happened before. No one has ever entered this bedroom except me. In fact, it's not just a bedroom. I've never allowed anyone to enter this house, whether a secretary, a close friend, or a family member. Therefore, the incident of being woken up by something other than an alarm clock has never happened before.

 

The first image that came into view when I opened my eyes was a cloud of smoke floating outside the balcony. The faint wind scattered it. Bathing attached to the transparent glass, the cause of the fire came from the end of the cigarette butt in the hand of the first guest of my house... Chris

 

My T-shirt is a little loose on Chris's thinner body. It's good that the long-leg pyjamas have an elastic waist. He can wear it without any problems. His casual image is not familiar to me. But I don't want to lie that I've never imagined it. In my head, there are many images of him. Whether it's the image of him living under the same roof as me, lying in the same bed, sharing many items together. I've seen him in all forms. Not only when he's dressed at their best, but also when everything is natural without any embellishment

 

It seems that the day will come earlier than expected.

 

After the chaos at Tony's house ended, I rushed to Chris's home on instinct. His body was covered in blood, and his left shoulder was casually bandaged. He was sweeping everything into a large suitcase. He turned to look at me with a face that didn't look shocked. He smiled and said, 'I thought we wouldn't say goodbye.'

 

Chris intended to leave here as soon as Tony died. Staying is definitely not a good thing after He just killed a big businessman by hand. No matter how bad Tony is, in law, Chris would not survive. Therefore, if he refuses to go to jail, the only thing he can do is to escape as soon as possible.

 

It was my selfishness to ask him to stay. Travelling out of the country for Chris may take a little more time to prepare, so I used this as an excuse to carry his luggage into the car and take him to my safe house. It's far from the city. Forests surround one side, and the other side is a private beach. This place is quiet and safe for him, and it's a big gain for me.

 

I lie quietly, looking at his back, staring at every movement naturally as if it were a dance practised thousands of times. I sincerely admit that I am obsessed with everything about him. Even though I know almost nothing about him. In addition to the name and ideas alienated from most people, he looks a lot like Way, but simultaneously completely different. Seeing his face should make me disappear. Think of those who left, but it often makes me miss them more.

 

He and Way are different people.

 

Will I become a bad person if I fall in love with two people who look the same, while my thoughts keep flowing? The person standing outside smoking on the balcony turned to look back at me. Probably because I accidentally stared too long until the person caught it. Chris smiled a little. Reached for a cigarette to tickle with the ashtray on the nearby table. Before walking to slide open the glass door and say hello.

 

"I was going to invite you to see the sunrise, but it's too late."

 

"Why didn't you wake me up?" I asked while sitting up on the bed. I wanted to see the sunrise."

 

"You look tired, so I don't dare to wake you up," Chris said casually, but I felt embarrassed when I thought about what happened last night. I swear that bringing him here, I didn't expect anything but his peace of mind and myself. But when many things, it's the heart, including Chris himself, who started first. I have no reason to refuse.

 

"Really, you can go back to sleep."

 

"It's okay, I'm awake."

 

Chris didn't answer anything. He raised a small smile as he stepped back into the room. He stopped at the bedside. Leaned down and kissed me lightly on my lips. The kiss lasted a few seconds. But I've already concluded that today will be a good day.

 

"Do you want to do anything today?" I asked while looking at him uncontrollably. Chris walked over to open the closet, then took out his clothes and threw them on the bed as if he were about to take a shower. "There is a jet ski if you want to try riding"

 

"Jet skiing is good," Chris replied casually, "but I can't do it today."

 

"Why?" I asked back before I could think of something, "Oh! Your shoulder is the wound, isn't it? Good to get water now."

 

"Well, yes," Chris nodded slowly. "But I actually have something else I want to do more. Well."

 

"What are you doing?"

 

"Get out of here"

 

I'm sure I didn't think of it myself. In that sentence, there was some feeling. He didn't just say it indifferently, like he did every time. But instead of making me feel good, it made me feel a hundred times worse than when he was cold.

 

"Why?" I asked as if I didn't know the answer, even though it was nothing to be clear.

 

"Do you think I'd be with you here forever?"

 

"So you can't?"

 

"If I die again, where will you find the third Way, Pete?" As if I've heard this question before from somewhere, not just once. Twice, but ten, twenty, or maybe a hundred times, which is strange because if I've heard it a hundred times, this time it shouldn't make my mind shake again?

 

"Actually, it's not wrong for you to still miss him. And it's also wrong to care about me because I look like Way. But if you still can't answer what you feel. What is this? Way will never really die."

 

"Don't you think I really like you, Chris?"

 

"How can you like me?" Chris laughed. He seemed to be mocking me.

 

"You don't even recognise me."

 

"Then give me time. I want to get to know you better. Let's get to know each other. It's new."

 

"But I don't want to know you at all."

 

I always thought that Way was mean, but now I realise that, compared to Chris, Way is not even close to the word 'mean' at all.

 

"I don't want to get to know anyone. I don't want to understand or be responsible for anyone's feelings. I don't want to expect from others. And I don't want others to expect from me."

 

He's too different. I don't know if my feelings for him are the same as mine for Way. I only know that it exists in the most complex maze. There are traces of him left behind. I hope to find the answer from that trace. But now there is no time to investigate or understand.

 

"I'm not the person you want me to be, and I will never be."

 

"Chris, I.."

 

"Good feelings like this. Give it to the person he wants." I also want to know if I have any problems. Why do you keep paying attention to people who have never seen my identity in my eyes? Why do you keep chasing someone? That he never even looked back. Everyone I admire. They only admire other things. And never look back at anything other than their own goals. Maybe because that's why they look attractive to me, but that's all. I can only be a watcher. But never their goal.

 

"Please call me a car. I want to leave here before noon, " Chris said, walking to the bathroom. While I was already cursed to be used in my head, I always thought I should hold him. But his mouth didn't move at all. I took care of everything related to his travel, including arranging a security guard and using the line to clear the way for him to escape as easily as possible.

 

"It's not your fault."

 

The last words Chris said to me were not goodbye or good luck, but that sentence—the only sentence that made me realise that our farewell is not the worst story in the world.

 

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At first, I intended to make a video about the routine from the day I practised because I hadn't made this kind of video on the channel for a long time. But when I arrived at the practice field, I suddenly lost my mood to do that. Even though the situation is back to normal now, no chaos makes the team's atmosphere any worse. Until Alan and Jeff returned to love each other sweetly (and annoyingly) as before, all the racers came back to practice face-to-face and eye to eye. The same atmosphere that came back should make me more lively. I wonder if the turbid feeling in my heart is not due to the atmosphere.

Dean came to invite me to the timing field together. I said yes because competing with others might energise me to some extent. But in the end, I was disappointed to find that it didn't feel that different. I'm not excited. I'm just more alert. I instinctively glanced at someone standing on the side of the field. During the tenth round, he held a mobile phone horizontally. The gesture is like he was recording. The video of the car in the field may sound exaggerated. But suddenly, the blood in my body was pumped up like a good tonic. The image is dull, brighter. Driving at first seemed to be done like that. Now I'm starting to feel that it's more fun.

 

Collecting statistics round and round. I don't show any signs of getting tired, but Dean does. It's the one that signalled it was enough. Even though I really want to drive through my checkpoint for three or four more laps.

 

"Oh! Since when?"

 

I know that pretending he didn't stand and watch doesn't look cool, but he's by himself. When I see his face, I pretend I don't care much. Deep expectations in my heart may want him to show that he cares.

 

"It's been a long time," Sonic answered casually, just putting the phone in his pocket without thinking of watching the video he recorded. "Kim told you that you don't have the mind to practice, so Phu came to see it. I don't see that you're okay. It's like a horse."

 

I'm grateful for paying too much attention to Kim's matter. Even though I'm a little worried about what he said to Sonic, he came to the field even though he said he wouldn't come in this morning. But if the final result makes you feel good like this, never mind. I don't care anymore.

 

"It's okay." I'm acting cool again. But I don't know if Sonic will see me as cool. Since that day, my confidence has shrunk many times. "Just bored"

 

"It's not that I'm going to run out of power again."

 

"No," I refused. "This season, I'm going to win the championship. What's up?"

 

"Are you going to bring down Babe?"

 

"Do you think I can't do it?"

 

Sonic didn't answer immediately. He chuckled pleasantly. In fact, just by seeing him smiling brightly, laughing like this, I was already happy. At first, I was scared to death that after confessing (and then he rejected me), we would be awkward around each other, not look at each other, and finally not as close as before. But looking at the current situation, I think we have nothing to worry about.

 

"You can do it," Sonic replied with a big smile. He reached out and patted me on the shoulder. "If you want to win, why can't you?"

 

"But you just laughed at me."

 

"I just think it will be funny if Babe loses to you."

"Do you want to see it?"

 

"I really want it." Sonic made a face. "Let me see it."

 

"Wait, this season, meet North, PitBabe, PitBabe."

 

This is the atmosphere that I miss. For others, I don't know the team's aura. But for me, X Hunter is a small house with my best friend. We are together, playing pranks and getting scolded together. The two of us are not the best racers in the team. But it's never a matter of being humiliating. This is complete as long as we wake up to meet and play nonsense together for days. But that said, it would be a champion. That one is serious.

 

"North"

 

"Huh?"

 

"I'm going back to Paris."

 

I admit that that sentence made my heart fall. The happiness pulling me up was so weak that I almost fell. But it's still good that it's almost only.

 

"Why?"

 

"Well, my job is there," Sonic replied with a faint smile. His eyes sparkled with the same heart. "I've been here for a long time. It's time to go back."

 

"And this time... will you go for a long time?"

 

"Hmm... I'm not sure." He shook his head slowly. "Maybe ten months or a year."

"Is it that long?"

 

"I have a dream that I have to make come true, too."

 

I know that, I know that. That's why I never held him back. Whether it's last or this time, I wouldn't be brave enough to say Don't go. Let's be together even if that's my true need.

 

I have my dream. He has his dream. He feels heartbroken because it used to be the same dream. That's why we enjoyed chasing it together. When his dream changed one day, but mine is still the same, it's hard to let go. But I'll have to let it go.

Well, I love him.

 

"I'm going to see you," I said with a smile before hugging him. I'll think about this a lot in the future, so let's stock up now. "Wait, get me."

 

"Let's take it seriously. I'll take you to travel all over Paris."

 

"I'm going for sure. I can't wait for a year."

 

Sonic laughed while patting me on the back gently before moving his hand up to rub my hair until

It makes me have to hurry to hug and style in time.

 

"It's all lost," I complained while stroking my hair back to its original shape, but it didn't seem to be.

How much is the result? While the cause is broken, the hairstyle stands and laughs like it.

 

"What's so handsome?"

 

"Oh, I have to have a new person, Mr," I said, nothing. I made a handsome gesture and gave it to you. "You poured me. I have to find someone new. If you're not handsome, who will come back?"

 

"But there is only me here"

"Well.. It's true."

 

Sonic shook his head. Before looking at the field, Alan was arguing with Jeff next to Dean's car. The two of them must have fought about where to adjust first, as usual. Especially since passing through the black phase of the relationship, they seem more determined to fight. But the strange thing is the feeling that the two of them will break up. It's gone. They will be arguing for a long time.

 

"So where did Kim go?" I asked Sonic, while Alan hoped that Jeff would take it.

 

When did the wrench knock on Alan's head?

 

"I saw that he went back home for a moment."

 

"Huh?" I frowned in surprise. "Now?"

 

"Strange, isn't it?"

 

"A lot"

 

"He said he went to find Kenta."

 

It's not difficult to guess. Now the two of them are officially considered a couple. Kim said that Kenta is a roommate because he has no home. When Tony's story was over, Kenta was left alone. After going to the new court and proving that he didn't kill anyone. Stabbing Tony on that day was self-defence. Kenta is considered to have atonement. (Actually, it must be called an excessive liability.) Now, Kim volunteers to be a home for an adoptable stray cat.

 

"Let's talk about it," I chuckled. At first, I was stunned to realise that the two of them were close. But the closer I saw them, the more I realised. To be honest, I still can't get used to it. "Do you think they like each other?"

 

"I think so," Sonic replied with a serious expression, "but Kim said he was a friend."

 

"Oh... I've seen each other say this."

 

"Like us?"

 

"Don't say it"

 

Sonic laughs. Seriously, it's nice to be happy that we are so comfortable using this story as a parable. But I want to consider this broken heart because sometimes the mind is not as good as the mouth.

 

"Don't you guys seem to be able to change their status so easily?" I asked out because I couldn't help but wonder, "Why is it impossible to be me and you?"

 

"Hmm..." Sonic seems to be thinking more seriously than me. Looks like he himself would be suspicious of this as well. "Maybe it's because they're not good friends with each other like the two of us?"

 

"Do you think so?"

 

"Ugh," Sonic nodded confidently until his hair fell out of his smile because of his thoughtfulness.

 

He said, "Or am I a bad friend for you?"

 

"It's bad," I pushed him on the shoulder. "No other couple is as good a duo as you and me." The feeling is deeper than the friend I've always had for Sonic is a true story. Until now, it's still there. And it may take a while for it to disappear. But what's more real is our friendship. It's difficult for us to find someone like a spiritual soulmate. Someone who seems to understand everything, as if we had shared the space in each other's hearts since birth. Not everyone will be lucky enough to have someone like that. And I can't call myself lucky. In fact, I'm a lucky person. More than bad luck. But in the midst of many misfortunes in this ordinary life, He is my little luck.

 

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"Why did you come back? I told you I could handle it."

 

I stood looking at the person who said I could handle it with a feeling that was quite supportive. The heart that he seems to be able to manage. Another part of the tank is thinking about what to do with the kitchen. It's worth it to you.

 

Half an hour ago, Kenta called. Came to ask what I wanted to eat for dinner. So I replied jokingly that I wanted to eat anything he dared me to. But Kentatan didn't seem to understand my jokes much. He responded, "Okay," and hung up.

 

But after about half an hour, he called. Come back again and ask.

 

With a squeaky voice, if the kitchen has a little burn, will you be very angry? That's why I have to rush off the practice field, even though I didn't get much practice. When I opened the door, I smelled the first smell of burning. And a few seconds later, I saw an illustration of a Japanese man wearing a cat-patterned apron. The head is fluffy like a newborn cat. The cheeks have black stains. Pointed without art. One hand holds the lid of the pot; the other holds a jug of water. The background is my kitchen, full of white dust stains. He looked at my face and tilted his neck a little, as if asking why I came or something like that.

 

Still wondering why you came.

 

"Are you angry?" Kenta asked, with a scared expression, while I was still standing and didn't answer. When I saw him, I thought I wanted to pretend to be pretending too. If I were seriously angry, I would have seen a lot of funny reactions from him. But because the quieter I was, the heavier he looked. That's why I can't pretend. "It's a little technical error..."

 

"Are you okay?"

 

"Huh... Huh?" The Japanese man made a face. Probably because he thought he would be scolded for making a mess in the kitchen. But when he didn't get scolded as he thought, he went to the machine. "Means... Is it me?"

 

"Eh," I answered in a flat voice. Walking into the kitchen, which looked like a battlefield, I pulled off the lid of the pot Kenta was holding and placed it secretly next to the refrigerator instead. Before chasing his eyes, he looked at his feet. "Does it hurt anywhere?"

 

"No," Kenta shook his head slowly. "Oh! A little knife cut, this is it." After saying that, he proudly showed the knife cut on his index finger. Kenta now looks like an innocent child. Even though he usually seems better than me in these matters, sometimes it's shocking. Because he does everything with too much confidence, I like it, that's all. What will be difficult to go to? Causing negligence until the incident follows, as you can see.

 

"Does it hurt?"

 

"Pussy," he shook his head again. The more he did this, the more Kenta looked like a big child.

 

"I've been stabbed; it hurts more than this."

 

"Uh, come on." When I heard that answer, I was desperate to ask. Look at the posture. Anything that hurts less than being stabbed, he would answer that it doesn't hurt at all. If it were someone else, I would have asked how he grew up to be like this. But in this case, the answer is already clear. No need to ask for a waste of saliva.

"I'm sorry," Kenta said with a guilty expression. I was cleaning up the ingredients on the counter that I couldn't eat, and put them in a black bag. You go back to practice. I'll collect it myself."

 

"It's okay, keep it together."

 

"Are you angry?"

 

"Not angry"

 

"Really?" a Japanese cat asked repeatedly. When he did something wrong, he was always like this: "Keep asking if I was angry. Repeatedly, like an automatic reply system. How is it? "Are you really not angry?"

 

"Kenta, I'm not angry." I left the garbage bag in my hand. Then turned to meet his eyes, answered the question, and repeated that it was hard. With the hope that he will stop worrying about things for once. "The one who rushed to come because he was worried about you, not worried about the kitchen."

 

Kenta stood still. Looking at Kim’s stunned expression, I believe that he really didn't understand my intentions. Kenta looked at my face. It was blinking like a story I just read, but it was too new for his old brain to process.

 

"Are you worried about me?"

 

This Japanese man really has endless questions. When he understands the first point, he begins to ask questions, just like a curious child. If you never know the background first, who would believe that this is the former right-hand of the national tycoon? An ordinary person with so much physical potential that Tony did not dare to throw away, even though he had been betrayed before. He chose to keep this black cat next to his body with the intention that he would be the first ordinary person to receive the drug to create a chain.

 

Luckily, the drug didn't work. If Kenta happened, it had to be changed. It became a kenta that I've never known before. In that way, I would be quite disappointed. And I'm sure that he would feel no different.

 

"Yes," I replied.

 

"The one who came back in a hurry.. Are you coming to see me?"

 

"Yes"

 

“Afraid I'm hurt?” Kenta is still washing and using it.

 

"Yes", I answered usual.

 

"Do you like me?"

 

"Maybe"

 

"Huh?"

 

"Huh?"

 

We are different people. 'Huh?' Put it together, Kenta stared at my face like he saw a ghost. He probably asked me that question to scare me. But when I replied immediately, he had to be stunned until he made a face. As for me, I was confused because I wanted to make fun of him.

 

"What does it mean?" Kenta asked in a soft voice. His face still looked shocked, especially given his condition. He now looked like a mom cat. When he made a face like that, it was even more funny.

 

"What?" I'm pretending to be a book.

 

"You said maybe"

 

"Ugh"

 

"Maybe what?"

 

"You might like me."

 

"Huh?"

 

Kenta is really funny. He gets more confused every time I answer his question, even though I have answered very clearly. Why did he do something so difficult to understand?

 

"How can it be?" Kenta still doesn't stop acting like a kid, remember? "How can you like me?"

"Then why can't I like you?"

 

"You can like me, but you act like you don't like me."

 

"Where do you not seem to like?"

 

The boy stopped when asked back. In the past, he kept asking others questions until he had no time to answer his own. Now, Kenta's head is full of image processing, and there are so many reasons he overlooked it, and I've always thought I was a fool who never understood anything.

 

He is the stupid one.

 

"Do you think I bring anyone into the house?" I asked him seriously.

 

"Allow us to carry rice and food to eat here. Have your own room. Learn to cook so that you can eat. Take care of yourself when you are sick. Why do you think I do it?"

 

"I just think..." Kenta is really stupid.

 

"What do you think?"

 

"... I thought you were just being kind."

 

"Pu is kind to people, I like"

 

To be honest, it's embarrassing too. I didn't think I would say anything like this to him today. Plus, it's in a state without any romance at all. The kitchen is messy with amateur chefs who are sloppy. The current situation is not suitable for confessing love. But come on, in the past, there were many suitable opportunities, not that no one would agree.

 

"I don't know at all..." Kenta spoke in a soft voice.

 

"Well, you're stupid."

 

"You are stupid."

 

"I'm not stupid. I've known for a long time that you like me."

 

"Oh! But I can't tell you!?"

 

Looking at the attitude, it will take me longer for the two of us to understand each other, especially for those who have been raised to follow orders their whole lives and have never experienced a relationship based on true feelings. It would be difficult for him to understand that he himself can be loved as well. Receiving regular attention and concern is a fibre that is received without asking and without having to give anything back. There are so many things he has to learn and get used to. And I would have to play a heavy role for a long time. Anyway, I intend to keep him from now on. I will be everything he has never received.

 

"When you make a face because you think I don't like you, it's funny."

 

"Kim..."

 

When I let go of the stray cat to raise, I couldn't do anything but be intentional.

 

I think I feed him well.

 

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"How are you... Did you pass?"

 

Pho Alan's face when he saw me open the door and exit the car was very funny. The enthusiasm was so brilliant that my eyes were burning. The overly excited attitude made him lose his look, and Tan as well. But looking at the shape, now his uncle probably doesn't care about that.

 

"If I say I don't pass, will you be shocked to death, Alan?"

"I'm shocked," a Lot of talented people started to have a bad expression when they heard me say that. "No.

 

Really?"

 

"Obt...."

 

"See!"

 

He didn't even wait for me to finish the sentence.

 

"I told you to believe me, Jeff is so stubborn."

 

When I got it, I bragged. There's nothing wrong. Alan and Jeff argue with each other as if they were small and big mechanics, as they've always been. But this time it's a bit bad that I'm unlucky to become a middleman between the war between the new generation and the old mechanics. Both of them argue about how to adjust my car to enter the corner more smoothly. As a racer, I don't know what to do. But as a banned person, I said that if you want to call a technician to see the car next time, you have to call only one person.

 

"I've been overhauling the machine since it hasn't finished the beginning. Oh..."

 

"As for me, I don't dare to show off about this."

 

"Dean, who are you on your side?" The big foot at the waist looked at me, "You, my brother, have only one person who has the right to side with me."

"But that's my boyfriend."

 

"I'm already on my boyfriend's side. Who will I have left if you don't take my side anymore?" It can be called a relationship support that is quite depressing. Even though we just argued. And finally, Jeff allowed Alan to try tuning the car for me first. But in terms of dignity and politics in the house, Jeff should win as always. Honestly, I've hardly seen Alan win. Have you ever won, Jeff?

 

"Is it touchy, Jeff?" I asked while strolling on the sidelines.

 

On an old afternoon like this, there is almost no sun left. The practice field is clear, making you feel calm and fresh. In the past, when I practised alone, I often went for a walk like this. But of course, having a brother come back to walk with me is more comfortable.

 

"No, I'm too lazy to argue," Pu Alan chuckled. "He went to see the car.

 

North, it's a lot of work."

 

"It's good that you're not really angry."

 

"Jeff, he's not that big."

 

"Not like uncle, right?"

 

"Well, let it be stupid, but it's me."

 

I stopped laughing at his sarcastic words. Pu Alan's relaxed and normal face made me feel at ease. After a black shadow covered him for a long time, my brother finally smiled sincerely.

 

"How happy are you?" Suddenly, I want to ask about this. And I think Po Alan understands that I mean.

 

"Ugh... It's okay." Pho Alan nodded slightly. The faint smile still adorned On his face, "Thank you very much."

 

"Thank you for what you are grateful for. That's all."

 

"But without you, I might actually do it."

 

I think this story will stay with Po Alan for a long time because it is the battle he should have fought. Bigger and more dangerous than fighting with Tony, because he has to bear both victory and defeat on his own. And until the end, it is the most tormenting and single death. My brother, like me, can do much, but wait. Observe him from afar. Notice that in his brother, something is invading, slippery, and eating his identity.

 

It's so scary that I have to go beyond the scope. Secretly investigate and invade his life because I can't stand to look at him. Until finally, I found out because I saw him come into contact with the problem, like Winner often. Alone, just that he sneaked to see Winner was strange. But the suspicious point is that, More than that, when he was in the garage, he never talked about it. Even though normally, if something happened, he always had to tell the children. So I knew immediately that Something must have happened to him. And when I know, if I don't say anything, I'll have to regret it later. And blame yourself for a long time.

 

"I can't do it to you," I said. "I'm so damned, I can still forgive you."

 

"But I sent you to jail."

 

"If you didn't do that, I wouldn't be able to look at you the same way." Pu Alan didn't answer anything. He just looked at my face and smiled slightly. I hope he can let go of my story one day. The sooner the better. Because just two years ago, I thought it was too long to bear the guilt of something that I was not wrong about.

 

"When I was a child, I really wanted to have a brother. In my group of friends, everyone has a brother. I am the only child. When they talk about brothers and sisters, they complain that they are annoying, sometimes quarrel, and then they say they are jealous that I am an only child. I always think that I envy them too."

 

The wind is blowing, and the sun is getting weaker and weaker. Pho Alan and I walked away from the garage for a while and then came back the other way. Until now, I have started to see the garage door not far away.

 

"I'm jealous that they have people to fight with. Divide things and fight for things. I want someone to scold me when I make a mistake. I act like I'm not that weird. But I'm fully defensive when I'm teased. I want to try something like that, like other people."

 

There are many words, but the point is only in the last sentence.

 

"You are the older brother I have always wanted."

 

Alan turned to meet my eyes for a moment, reached out and grabbed my shoulder, squeezed it gently, and turned around. The face turns the other way.

 

"Are you crying?"

 

"I didn't cry."

 

"I'm sure you're crying."

 

"Eh! This guy," he turned to push my head. His eyes were a bit red. But I still don't see any tears flowing out. If it weren't for being good at holding back, it would have been secretly wiped dry. "I didn't cry out."

 

I laughed and agreed to stop arresting him, but it was considered a good trade-off for agreeing to be a brother.

 

"Thank you, too, for being my brother."

 

The talented captain said a lot before running straight into the garage without waiting for an answer. Jeff, who walked out of the garden, was hit by a lost child. A timid adult hugged him until he was confused. Jeff looked confused. He looked over Pho Alan's shoulder to make eye contact with me. He moved his mouth and asked silently, 'What's wrong with him?' So I can only smile and shake my head back instead of answering.

 

If you want to know anything, ask yourself.

 

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"What's going on, uncle?" I asked the old man, who suddenly ran to hug me like a child.

 

How did you come to hug your mother, who picked you up after school? "Are you healed, Jeff?"

 

"When did I go to touch him?" Pu Alan came out before asking in a confused voice. His eyebrows furrowed like I don't understand why I ask like that.

 

"Well, Jeff doesn't believe me," I replied flatly. "About the good car."

 

"I'm not touchy at all," he replied grumpily as if to confirm his own words. Another layer of "He called to discuss work. The work is over. Why would I touch him?"

 

"I don't know," I shrugged. "I saw a face like an ass."

 

"I almost lost the debate. It must be some assholes."

 

I laughed and shook my head gently to the spirit of the little boy who was still left in the body of an old man before walking back into the garage. The first time I walked out was to see how the people around here were testing the car. I'm afraid that I can't manage or stand. The eyebrows are tied into a bow alone. (Of course, Dean, who is with only a driving duty. Because I don't know what kind of mechanic work) But looking at the people running in and begging like this should mean that the result is satisfactory.

 

"What about the curry that you make as a face?" Pu Alan walked close to the back, appeared his face over my shoulder and tilted his neck to look with a face like a big dog who was wondering about something.

 

"No," I shook my head and answered without thinking. I was walking in front of the spare parts cabinet to check if anything was missing. When sending the order tomorrow, you won't miss it.

 

"Jeff likes that you make an ass face."

 

"Huh?" The old dog made a face, "Really?"

 

"True"

"Why?"

 

"Then why don't you like it?"

 

"Well, it's annoying."

 

"I don't think it's annoying at all," I replied, reaching for the order slip and writing the name of the spare part model on it because I had just noticed an item I had missed.

 

"How you feel, just show it... Jeff likes you more like this." Pu Alan was silent when he heard my words. I'm sure he knew it wasn't just about what he made a face. It's not just about what we argued about work until each of us got frustrated and went to different corners. But it's already in the past. The thing that's going on and what might happen in the near future is the story of the two of us.

 

After all the chaos was over, we had time to take a serious break, throw everything away, sit down and open our hearts that should have been done for a long time. For the first time, Alan revealed the great fear hidden in his heart. He took off his strong armour, named Captain, with coolness, firmness, and responsibility, as everyone's big brother. Come and sit in front of me. Only a man named Alan, who was brave enough to cry and tell me how much he hates his own ordinaryness.

 

Even though we are together daily, I have always realised that Pu Alan has something strange. But I have never gone that deep. Or has Alan never let me in? Because deep down, he is ashamed of crying and wants to get rid of it. That I try to get rid of. For me, seeing the future is a disgusting special thing. I was born with it. Suffering from insidiousness without a choice all the time. Because of that, I didn't think my life would be enviable. I didn't think it would be so wonderful as to make the people next to feel humiliated. Pu Alan bears both the expectations of those around you and the expectations of I've always wanted to be a person who can manage everything. I want to be an adult who can break through all obstacles in the blink of an eye. In order to be in an 'empty' state, which means free from other people's problems, he wants to depend on everyone but doesn't want to rely on anyone. And because of that great responsibility, the shadow swallows him. First, slowly spreading the black nest out between us. Realising again, we hardly know how to talk anymore.

 

"You won't be bothered, do you? If one day I have a lot to tell you. It's gone."

 

I'm really lucky to make it on time. Fortunately, we didn't let that shadow push us apart.

 

"To Alan, Jeff only has you." I took my eyes off the paper to look at my boyfriend's face. Who was standing next to me with another person with a face? After opening up that time, I felt Pu Alan would act younger. Anyway, I don't know. "If you just listen to me alone, you still don't know why we're dating."

 

Alan smiled. It was the smile that I longed for the most when we were stunned. A smile that came out of the heart without going through complicated thoughts. There is no customisation. Just one happy person. Comfortable until you have to smile.

 

"Jeff  is here to listen to everything about you." I smiled back because I'm equally happy.

 

"Thinking about it, I think that I'm not ordinary," Pu Alan said with a smile as if he had just realised something important. "There are so many people in the world. I'm still looking for someone like you... It's not a joke."

 

"Do you have to flatter each other like this?"

 

"Where, I'm all by myself." He stretched his chest to make a proud gesture before raising his hand and rubbing his head admiringly. "Really good, Alan. Find a good boyfriend, of very good quality, good workmanship. Emphasise, respect"

 

I shielded my face, but in the end, I laughed at his proud attitude. It looked both tinted and cute at once.

 

"Uh, you're good." I nodded unreservedly in favour. "Now you're good.

 

If we stay together for a long time, we will be even better ten times." The old dog gestured to hold back his smile. But he only held back for a few seconds. Finally, he smiled widely. Before the dart came to hug me again, he mobilised his head like its fangs until he couldn't stand it anymore.

 

"I will be better for you."

 

"Ugh"

 

"I'll complain to you for a long time," he said, caressing my hair tightly.

 

"Okay"

"You also complain to me."

 

"If there is anything you want to complain about."

 

"Okay"

 

It may sound like nonsense. But we both know it's a promise we give each other seriously. In a small corner of the garage where we spend time together almost every day, Pho Alan and I have chosen not to let that shadow play out in our work again.

 

"'We complain together until we can't complain."