The heart is bound by an invisible thread. Every beat of the heart seems to involve the invisible thread of bondage, which tightens the heart and draws a series of wounds on it. This symptom is accompanied by fever. The more you fight, the more it hurts, but the more you fight, the more it hurts.

Remarks: In the later stage, the heart will no longer be painful, but the patient will burn to death due to continuous fever.

It is said that this disease is called love.

Tsurumaru Kuninaga was lying in bed, frowning and sweating. His mouth trembled slightly, as if his name were about to be spit out.

But he didn't spit out even a few vague syllables until he woke up with air like a drowning man, until the pajamas on his back dried up.

Groaning, he got up and turned on the light, and the weak but dazzling light shone on his face, a little paler than light, and reflected the criss-crossing light marks. He dragged his furry slippers to get up and rummaged through the cabinets, only to see boxes of painkillers.

My stomach is crying. Eyebrows are also wrinkled into a knot.

I rummaged in the cupboard for a long time before I found a box of instant noodles. Tear it apart without looking at the shelf life, pour in hot water, heat it up, and the dry and flat surfaces gradually loosen each other to absorb enough water.

Tsurumaru Kuninaga inserted a mouthful of noodles with a straight face, stuffed it into his mouth, chewed freely, and almost swallowed it. After taking a few bites like this, he suddenly trembled all over. As soon as he got to him, he spit out a pool of dirty things, followed by a rapid cough. He staggered to his feet and fell to the ground with a bang without walking a few steps.

My leg hit the table, but the pain was not as severe as the throbbing at the left three inches of my chest. He curled up on the ground, his mouth wide open, but he was too painful to make a sound.

He grabbed the ground with his head, hoping to relieve the pain, but to no avail. A searing heat spread from his chest, making him dizzy.

"Ah-ah-"

The vocal cords vibrate, but they can only make a dumb sound. Lacrimal glands don't know why they secrete transparent tears and fall to the ground to become water.

"Ah ah-"

Screaming in pain, like yelling at someone, and like meaningless.

one

"Drop-drop-drop-"

In the ward, the young man was as pale as a dead man. His dull eyes moved slightly and turned to the display screen, which showed his own appearance-skinny.

"Never mind, we will try our best to treat you." With the smell of disinfectant, the doctor's hollow and unemotional voice came. Tsurumaru Kuninaga turned and looked at the ceiling. There is nothing there.

Cold needles pierce the skin and enter the body. I don't know what red liquid is. Could be an anesthetic.

Consciousness is groggy, as if entering the sea.

[why? This heart is empty, why does it still hurt so much? ]

[What is lost? ]

Dim room, a pair of bright eyes. I can't escape the pain in my heart. I feel crazy.

"Ah, it really scared me."

two

When I opened my eyes again, Tsurumaru Kuninaga was stung by the white ceiling. He struggled to stand up and looked at the doctor next to him: "Really ... have you forgotten anything?" I think ... something is wrong. "

"Sequela." After the doctor said this, he bowed his head and brushed something. "It's okay. Go out. "

The young man got up with his head down and went out. Knowing that he was scarred, he just tried to avoid the sight of the crowd. Who knows that he accidentally hit someone.

He sideways tried to bypass the person in front. Just turning left, he saw the clogs again, but the right turn was blocked by the same person. Crane pill didn't pick up, stare blankly in situ.

The person in front of him is wearing a kimono, and his eyes are beautiful, but his face is broken, and his eyes with moon lines are staring at him. Then he stepped aside and said softly, "I'm sorry."

"... no. "Tsurumaru Kuninaga felt his heart beat uncontrollably, but he was bound by invisible silk thread. I panicked. I felt a sharp pain, and he seemed to run away.

After watching the man walk in the same place for three days, he walked into the doctor's office: "I just saw the man I like." Your dream of treatment is so interesting that he doesn't even seem to know me. " Sun Riyue pulled a chair and sat down, smiling warmly. "The moment I saw him, my heart ached, which was more painful than reality."

The doctor was stupefied: "The person you like ... crane?"

"Yes," the man smiled with a frown. "Tsurumaru Kuninaga ... it pains me to mention him." He rolled up his sleeves and showed his snow-white arm: "Doctor, please wake me up."

The red liquid invaded the body, and the man was all smiles, as if he were in heaven.

three

The doctor hurried into the conference room. Put a stack of materials in front of the dean: "Dean, you can't inject Mr. Sanriyue with hallucinogens any more. In this way, he can't tell reality from illusion. " The thought of a man's eyes overflowing with his sweetheart in advance will become real tenderness, and the doctor's heart will overflow with a real guilt.

The dean raised his eyebrows: "There are two treatments for this disease. One is to let the patient forget the cause, and the other is to inject drugs. "

"Is this really a treatment?" The doctor said. He doesn't understand why there is only this kind of "treatment" for this disease. He thought for a moment and then said, "Just now, Mr. Sanriyue seemed to see his inducement ... in reality."

"He will find out sooner or later. He and his lover separated seven years ago. "

The dean frowned: "The seven-year itch is nothing."

The doctor knows that this is just the dean's self-deception. After all, the more you love this disease, the more painful it is. He never believed that falling in love with someone would be so painful before, but all the patients who handled it told him: yes, it is so painful.

The door closed behind him, making a heavy sound and beating his heart. Step by step, he walked forward firmly the next moment.

As soon as the ward door opened, the man looked at the book in his hand gently. Hearing the noise, he raised his head and smiled gently: "Doctor, when can I get out of this dream?" I want to get back to reality as soon as possible. "

The doctor looked at him: "This is the reality."

four

Three days later, I got a disease called love. The initial diagnosis was due to her boyfriend "Crane" who suddenly disappeared a few years ago. As the heir chosen by the three families, his life is very important. But there is no cure for this disease, so the hospital has to use deception to relieve the symptoms for three days.

They told him that this was his dream of treatment, but his dream was the so-called "reality". Reality and dreams are upside down. For three days, I lived in a dream and stayed happily with my sweetheart, but because it was fake, I didn't suffer too much from my heart.

"I see." The doctor chuckled, "but you just told me that you seem to have seen him, so I think it's better to tell you."

When the man closed the book, his hand was released and he coughed in a hurry. He held his chest in his hands.

He suddenly stopped and fell-

five

"Drop-drop-drop-"Next to the fluorescent mirror, the expressions of the sun and the moon stopped. He frowned at the ceiling.

"Where is he?" His voice trembled.

"I don't advise you to see him in this situation." The doctor raised his glasses and said, "You know, the more you love, the more it hurts. Seeing him will only aggravate your illness. "

For three days, the sun and the moon began to attack frequently. Heart colic accompanied by high fever, mottled wounds caused by longing for death.

"ah! ! ! "Sharp roar echoed in the ward, as if to break free from this empty white cage.

[Find him. ]

The sun and the moon said to themselves. [Find him and use him to fill all the gully wounds in your heart, even if they burst. ]

six

Tsurumaru Kuninaga was ill when he got home. Why is this? He thinks so. Apparently, the doctor said he had signed it.

That piece of paper ...

He suddenly got out of bed, stamped his feet barefoot and rummaged around the room like a demon. Kneeling on the ground, surprised expression solidified in front of a crumpled white paper. He regards it as a confidentiality agreement that bears the risk of treatment.

His name-Tsurumaru Kuninaga is written on the right of "Party B" in the lower right corner.

Some weak handwriting looks shaky when signing.

He suddenly gasped, like a fish without water, as if being strangled and having difficulty breathing.

Tears welled up in my eyes, and my eyes were sore and red. I seem to be ill again, shivering all over, having a cramp in my heart and dizzy in my head until a double image appears.

But who is it?

The arsonist who set fire to his heart.

He can't concentrate on the person who once said he would never forget.

Once recovered, now it recurs. Tsurumaru Kuninaga curled up on the ground, giggling. It's useless to laugh at yourself at first. Living like a walking corpse these years, it is better to die completely at that time.

He cried and laughed wildly.

He involuntarily spit out a few vague syllables, but he couldn't make them clear.

"Knock, knock, knock"

The door is flushed.

He struggled to get up, knocked down many things, panted on the doorknob, and punched the door that kept knocking with his own weight.

"Notice-"

The dim corridor, the dim light, the pale man wearing a hospital gown, holding the door frame in one hand and making a fist in the other, stagnated in the air. His hands and neck were wrapped in gauze, and his blue eyes with moon stripes stared at him tightly.

The heart beats uncontrollably, with tearing pain. An unusual flush appeared on his face.

[Why ... is it so sweet? ]

The man was clutching his chest with cold sweat and a smile on his face. It seems that someone is crying, someone is laughing, and it seems that they are crying with joy.

"Crane."

Tsurumaru Kuninaga doesn't think he knows the man in front of him, but he knows the eyes that appear repeatedly in his dreams.

My hands and feet moved first, and my eyes were full of tears. All physiological reactions are clamoring and screaming like illness: it's him.

Tsurumaru Kuninaga hugged the sun and the moon for three days, and tears fell on his back. The sobbing vocal cords trembled slightly and pieced together syllables that were no longer blurred. He said:

"Three days ..."

He was in tears, as if he had collapsed. He seemed happy that his heart was no longer painful and was released. I even cried until I choked and burped, repeating each other's names over and over again.

The pain in my heart gradually subsided, but my body was hot and burning. It seems that the fire in the chest has ravaged the whole body. Sanriyue held the crane pill like a child and smiled gently: "It really scared me."

Fortunately, this mottled heart found you when it was about to be destroyed. ]

It doesn't matter what happened before or after.

seven

The weather turned cold and the doctor went out with the hospital's dismissal letter. He tightened the scarf around his neck.

After running out of the hospital on the third day that day, the doctor never saw him again, nor did he look at his Tsurumaru Kuninaga carefully.

[Probably it will be happy when it dies. ] The doctor thinks so. It was because he was in a daze that he accidentally knocked down a pedestrian.

"Oh, I'm sorry!" He lifted the man up. The man looked at him and raised his eyebrows. His eyes glanced at the sign on his medical suit and he grinned. The beauty spot also changed: "Yamatonokami yasusada? You really walk unsteadily. "

He patted the doctor on the shoulder, only to find that the young man in front of him was wearing bright red nail polish: "However, your Excellency will forgive me."

Yamatonokami yasusada stood there until there was no trace of the other party, only to find that the information in hand was scattered all over the floor. He squatted down to pick it up, missed the stop when his fingertips touched the paper, and turned in one direction to cover his chest.

[It hurts ...]

eight

"It's so hot for three days," Tsurumaru Kuninaga was lying in bed, and his heart rate and various indicators were displayed on the instruments beside him. On the third day of this month, he was lying next to him, and the same instrument was attached to him. He looked sideways at Tsumaru next to him and said, "I'm hot, too."

Kogitsunemaru came in from the outside, looked at the indicators on the instrument, and then went out silently.

"Brother, thank you."

"Ah." Kogitsunemaru waved. "You are the one who wants to die. I can only let you die peacefully. What are you thankful for? "

When the door closed, Tsurumaru Kuninaga suddenly laughed and looked at him puzzled for three days. I saw Tsumaru Yongle say, "Am I roasting a goose now?"

"... do you really want to belittle yourself like this? "Three days shook his head.

The young man squinted: "I told you a secret for three days, and I still don't know what happened to me." Have you ever been afraid? "

"After all, your memory has disappeared ... I mean, it really scared me." Sun and Moon also smiled. "The name of this disease is love."

"The name of this disease before is love? What is the name of this disease now? "

Looking at the ceiling for three days, it is white, like Tsurumaru Kuninaga's hair. This metaphor made him smile gently.

"The name of the disease is you."

"Drip-drip-drip-drip-drip-drip-drip-drip-"

End of movement

Kogitsunemaru found Tsurumaru Kuninaga's notebook a long time ago when she was collecting the relics of Yuewan and Sanriyue. He turned it over gently, and the number of pages stayed at the last page, which read-

Every time my heart aches, I will shout "I love you". When my heart stops beating, I may be saying "I love you to death". I heard that this disease is called love.

"In the past, the name of the disease was love. Now, even later, the name of the disease is you."

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