"Can you take this shop? Our mother likes to take us to eat,” Oil said after following behind Boss for a while. Before that, the two of them stopped at a small white restaurant. It's not too far from Oil's house.

Boss looked up and looked into the shop as if he wanted to investigate something before speaking.

“Is this an a la carte restaurant?” the boss asked, adjusting his glasses.

"Oh," Aoi replied with a slight nod. The type I like to do regularly

"It's up to you. Let's go into the store."

Haven't finished speaking yet. The boss grabbed Oil's wrist as if dragging him into the store. Oil stopped and pulled his hand back slightly. But Boss grabbed Oil's wrist in time.

"Hey you," Oil stopped and looked at the boss' face as if he was suspicious of something.

"Ugh, what else?" Boss asked.

"Well, you don't have to hold my hand, Wei," Oil said directly. His face was clouded with doubt.

Boss looked down at his right hand that was holding Oil's wrist. before raising his head to look at Oil's face again

"Oh, okay," Boss replied slowly before letting go of Oil's hand.

"Oh, let's go into the store."

Oil said as he walked into the store. After his own hands were freed from the boss's hands.

Oil chose to sit in the innermost corner of the shop where there weren't any customers yet. Boss followed behind quietly. before sitting down opposite Oil

Oil slowly picked up the food menu and lowered his eyes to read it. Without noticing that the opposite person was still staring at Oil's face without looking anywhere else for even a second.

"Oil," Boss called while still staring intently at Oil's face.

"Uh" Oil made a noise in response that he heard the boss calling. But he still looked at the food menu in front of him.

"What day are you free? Do you want to go eat at our house?"

The boss held back his courage and invited him again. After inviting him once in front of Oil's house Of course, this question made Oil take his eyes off the menu and look up at the face of the person across from him.

"Do you have something wrong? You look strange."

Oil asked directly. The boss's eyes began to wander, like a wrongdoer who was afraid of being caught.

"And to let you meet your mother who is a psychiatrist, would that be a good thing? Is it really like I'm a psychopath?"

Oil asked again with doubtful eyes mixed with self-doubt. In fact, Oil is still afraid that others will see him as strange or a bad person. After the incident with bread

"Hey, no, no."

The boss hurriedly refused, and both hands hurriedly brushed it off for fear that Oil would misunderstand.

“Really, seeing a psychiatrist? It's not necessary that we have mental problems,” Boss explains in the expert style he likes to talk to his friends about.

"I just feel like If there's something you want to talk to, who? Who do you want to consult? Or like no one understands Try telling the psychiatrist about it. You might get some good advice. You can come back."

Oil looked at Boss' face and thought about what Boss said.

"Really?" Aoi asked, puzzled.

"I've always thought that people who go to see a psychiatrist must be delusional."

"You mean someone who looks crazy?" Boss asked, as if he knew what Oil wanted to convey.

"Uh"

Aoi responded with a slight nod. Because the boss said what Oil thought was right. With a smile at the corner of his mouth. If I'm being honest, Oil admits that Boss is one of Oil's closest friends.

"Our mother said Many patients who come to see They're students the same age as us," Boss continued to explain. “Some people are stressed because they study hard. Some people don't feel like going to school. I don't want to study. I came to help with what to do. Or some people feel that they are separated from their friends. It's not acceptable. Some people..."

Boss continues to explain. But stopped when he noticed that Oil's eyes became depressed when Boss spoke about people who felt separated from their friends.

"Oi, I didn't mean it like that," Boss quickly denied again.

"Oh, it's okay. What you said is correct."

Oil answered the boss without looking into his eyes. His eyes were still bent down. "That's exactly what we are. Maybe we should go see your mother."

Boss heard that and slowly smiled widely. The boss seemed to want to hide his happiness but couldn't.

"Really? Thank you very much, Oil."

"Hey," Oil smiled while making a puzzled face at the person across from him who was smiling beyond reason. “Why do you have to be so happy? Just go to the house."

“Oh, oh…” Boss looked clumsy like never before.

“What is wrong with you? Today it seems strange from the front of our house."

Oil continued to ask with a questioning expression. Oil's question made Boss even more annoyed. Boss doesn't seem to know where to look or where to put his hand.

"It's...us."

Boss suddenly stuttered as he realized that Oil's eyes seemed to be searching for an answer from him.

But it's like luck. Oil's damn cell phone rang.

“We survived,” Boss thought softly in his heart as Oil picked up his cell phone to answer the call. In fact, Oil forgot to pick up his cell phone when he left the house. But Oil asked to go home and pick up the phone before going outside again with the boss.

"What's up, First?"

Oil sends out a greeting sound on the other end of the phone. After seeing who was calling Boss' expression immediately froze when he heard who Oil was talking to.

"I'm going out to eat with a friend," he replied on the other end of the phone. Boss is still looking at Oil's face. But this time, Boss's eyes were clearly downcast.

“Yes, it's almost New Year's, but Papa Ma closed the shop for New Year's. But I probably won't be going anywhere." Oil is still talking to the other end of the line.

"Oh, I'm not bored. If I'm bored, I'll call and tell you." Oil talked to the other end of the line with a smile on his face. The eyes appear to sparkle with brightness.

“Thank you very much, First. But we're really much better. Let's talk."

Oil said the last sentence before hanging up the phone.

"First?" It wasn't until Oil pressed the end of the call button. Boss immediately asked.

"Oh." Oil nodded lightly and smiled before picking up the menu in front of him and continuing to read.

"I heard that you broke up. Is that true?" Boss continued to ask questions. Oil raised his head and looked at Boss with suspicion again. before answering

"Oh," Aoi nodded.

"It wasn't that long ago." This was the first time Oil had told others about her current relationship with First.

"What's the problem?"

Boss immediately asked back. Boss' expression and eyes now couldn't conceal how much he wanted to know about Oil.

Oil looked at Boss' face while thinking about something. If the person in front of you is someone other than the boss Maybe Oil will lie again to say that she and First still love each other.

“We don't want First to be uncomfortable because of us. We just want First to go back to First's life as before.” Oil answered the question truthfully without hiding anything.

"We're bad fans. We demanded this and that from First, causing First to suffer. We don't want First to have to be with us just because First feels guilty or is afraid that we will go back and hurt ourselves again.” Oil opened up directly to Boss.

"Oil" Boss called out to Oil loudly even though The seats are just across from each other.

"When you're with First Did you say everything you wanted to say while you were with us?”

Boss asked directly again, but Oil didn't seem to understand the question.

"Huh?" Oil didn't understand the meaning of what Boss asked. "What strange question did you ask again?"

Even Oil doesn't understand what the boss wants to convey. But this question made Oil gradually Think according to the boss's question. Oil looked blankly out of the shop and thought about the story between her and First. In fact, being with First It's not that Oil isn't himself. Many times Oil told First about himself and his family.

Plus, First has been to Oil's house many times. Therefore, if you say that First is another person who knows Oil's life well, it would not be wrong. But actually, there are many things that Oil has never told First. Or being with First didn't help Oil feel much more valuable.

"Oil"

Boss's voice called out to Oil again. It's like waking Oil up from a trance of contemplation. Oil was slightly startled.

"Oh." Oil turned to look at the person in front of him. "What do you say?"

"You answer the question." Boss still asks for an answer.

"With First?" Oil said slowly.

“We used to feel very good about First. It's like First saw our value and came to be with us. No one has ever treated us first," Oil replied.

"...If you don't count the bread."

Oil can't help but talk about bread because bread is really good for Oil.

"But sometimes when we're together with First We feel like we're not ourselves. It's like we have to do anything to make First not bored with us. Let First want to be with us Until sometimes it's like I'm forcing my own feelings."

Oil imagines himself at the game store with First after school. The feeling of having to sit and wait for an ex-girlfriend who played games with friends for hours is another thing that Oil can never forget.

"It's difficult to have someone who makes you feel like you're with us. Be yourself Without having to change or force yourself at all.”

Oil vented his deep feelings. The feeling of being the size of the person she used to love so much, First. It didn't help Oil escape this feeling much.

Boss still stared at Oil's face with eyes that were mixed with doubt and fear. Oil's side, after venting his feelings, Slowly, he smiled softly as if he had released himself.

"Order food. I'm starting to get hungry."

Oil picked up the menu again and looked at it intently. Without noticing that the boss sitting across from him was slowly moving his face closer to Oil.

"And when you're with us?"

The boss's voice sounded. It was a loud and clear voice, like it was whispered in my ear, until Oil had to look up from the menu.

And found that ...now the boss's face was only inches away from his own face. Until I could almost hear my breathing....

(All content is the imagination of the author only. Not the actual story in the series)

(Writing just for fun. But if someone likes it I might come back and get married again.)

Continue to the second apartment. (Probably) no more.

Late on the night of January 1st

Boss went to bed at 8 p.m. He tried to sleep since early evening but still couldn't fall asleep. The relatively cool weather during the New Year didn't seem to help the Boss' heart cool down at all...

10:00 p.m.

Until 10 p.m. passed.... Boss still didn't feel sleepy at all. In the end, Boss couldn't restrain himself from picking up the mobile phone on the nightstand and looking at it.

Boss focused on the phone screen for a long time. Before deciding to enter the list menu and type in English:

Oil

The boss waited anxiously on the other end of the line to answer his call. Has the person he wants to talk to fallen asleep yet?

"Hello Boss," Oil's voice sounded on the other end of the line. Fortunately, Oil's voice still didn't convey the slightest hint of sleepiness.

"Oh, are you asleep yet?" Boss asked softly. Which he probably wouldn't be able to answer himself in such a low voice. I'm afraid I'll disturb Oil in the middle of the night or I'll be the one who's afraid.

"Not yet. I just finished taking a shower. What's wrong with you? I slept so late." Oil's cheerful voice greeted him back.

Boss smiled, relieved that he didn't bother calling on the other end of the line. “Today you came to talk to our mother. How are you? Are you okay?"

After yesterday the boss went to see Oil at home. along with inviting Oil to meet his mother who is a psychiatrist The next day, which is this afternoon. Oil also came to eat at Boss's house with his parents. After finishing eating Oil then separated and talked with his mother alone for quite a while. And after Oil finished talking with his mother

Actually, the boss had a chance to ask Oil or his own mother what they talked about. But Boss chose not to ask at that time.

"Oh, that's good. I feel a lot more comfortable. It's like we're not the only ones with problems like this in this world." Oil spoke his mind to Boss again, the number of times he couldn't count.

Boss smiled in relief again. At least he brought Oil to meet his mother. It's not a waste.

"Glad to hear that."

"But your mother told us that Everything takes time to heal. And we must heal ourselves as well.” Oil said what Boss' mother told him to Boss.

"Thank you very much for taking us to meet your mother," Oil said, thanking the boss. Whether Oil's thank you speech was polite or from the heart, But the person on the other end of the line could hardly stop smiling.

"If you're free, you can come eat at our house, Boss," Oil said, inviting him back. At the other end of the phone the smile was even wider.

"Are you telling the truth, Oil?" Boss asked again, making sure he wasn't deaf.

"Oh, my horse makes delicious food. What do you want to eat? You can request it now."

Boss smiled as he looked out the window at the sparkling lights from the sky. Even though the countdown night for the new year has already passed. But many people still indulge in celebrating the new year and new things. Stay like last night

"Oil," Boss called the person on the line in a calm voice.

"Uh, what's wrong?" Aoy asked back.

"Can we... can we go find him now?"

Boss knew that he shouldn't leave the house to see Oil right now. But if Oil hears the boss's heartbeat Of course, it was now beating louder than the fireworks that had been set off in the sky.

"Huh, what do you say?"

Oil asked again to be sure. He looked up at the clock on the wall that said 10:20 p.m.

"We'll...we'll ride our bikes....let's go find you." This seemed like the first time that Boss felt that Saying what you want to say directly It's not easy at all. He really had never felt this nervous before.

“Now, now,” the boss reassured the other party that he would go find him now.

“Hey Boss,” Oil shouted, “It's really late. Riding a bicycle, it was dark. There's going to be a car crash."

Hearing this, Boss's expression became nervous. Starting to smile again

"Are you worried about us too?" Boss asked directly.

“Well, it's late. Tonight, people are still going out to celebrate the New Year. There will be too many cars and they will die," Oil explains the reason.

"It's okay. We have hats. I'll meet you in front of your house in 20 minutes."

"Hey Boss Boss Boss"

Oil shouted loudly over the phone. But the other party ended the call and jumped out of the bed.

10:40 p.m.

Oil slowly used his right hand to push the right side of the house door open. When the right door is wide open Oil used his left hand to push the left side of the house door open. But it's like suddenly It's getting harder like never before. Oil exerts more force on the left hand. But it seems like it's not very effective.

"We'll push it for you."

A familiar voice sounded and a medium-sized palm that wasn't as large as a normal man's would push the door on Oil's left side wide open.

"Boss"

Oil called his name when he saw who was helping to push the door. Before stepping foot and walking out of the house

"Why are you coming down so late? I've been waiting for 4 minutes now."

Boss arrived in front of Oil's house a moment before Oil came down. Which was a good thing because he had the opportunity to stand and reflect and calm himself before meeting the person he agreed to bike to in the middle of the night.

"You can ride a bicycle quickly," Oil said, laughing inwardly. “But what has happened now? Actually, you can talk about anything on the phone."

"Oh..oh."

Boss started to act annoyed. My hands started to become restless.

"We're going to ask, today is where you met our mother...how was it?"

Oil looks suspicious. “You asked me just now, didn't you? What we talked about on the phone just now."

Aoi asked out of curiosity. The boss side was even more annoyed than before. Boss couldn't do anything but grab the arm of his glasses and move them up and down.

"Oh, it's us..." Boss tried to find an excuse. "We will ask: What days are your parents free? You invited us to eat."

Even though it wasn't what he really wanted to say. But at least it was an excuse that would help the boss survive again.

“Huh?” Oil was surprised. “What are you asking?” Oil asked, making sure his face doubled in confusion.

"Oh, that's it." Boss suddenly had a serious look on his face. "I'm going to ask when your parents are free. We will also come to eat.”

The boss's serious expression in an unsmooth manner caused Oil to laugh lightly. It's like Oil herself is starting to feel that what Boss wants to talk to her about is definitely not this.

"I'm free every day. But it must be in the evening. The shop will be closed." Oil answered the boss's non-smooth question with a laugh.

“So what do you like to eat? We'll tell the horse to do it for us." Oil kept asking.

"We can eat everything. Except for it. Or useless junk food?” The boss returned to his fully serious expression.

"Oh, really," Aoy responded.

“So what do you like to eat?” Boss asked. His face is still as serious as a boss's.

"Us?" Oil seemed to be thinking.

“We like to eat everything that has vermicelli. Spicy Glass Noodle Salad Stir-fried glass noodles with eggs Or glass noodle soup." Oil replied with a bright smile that he rarely revealed to anyone.

"Really?" Boss responded. "That's good." Boss asked further. "So what color do you like?"

Boss himself isn't sure if he asked because he really wanted to know. Or find something to talk about with the person in front of you.

"We like blue, don't you?" Oil asked back.

"I like red," the boss replied before making a face as if he remembered something.

"Oh, actually, I like blue like you, Oil."

"Uh"

"Then...then you..."

The boss thought of questions in his head that were now so agitated that he couldn't think of anything.

"So, which friend do you like...which friend... Is it special?”

Boss began to feel that To ask something directly It's so difficult Each word was like a lump in my throat. It's like being trapped by something.

Oil when he heard that question He immediately looked confused.

"What do you mean? What do you especially like?"

"It means..."

Boss tried to keep his voice as normal as possible.

"It means a person who is good-natured or someone who is fun to talk to and is fun to talk to, something like this."

Boss explained, shrugging his shoulders in his natural style. Even though he right now doesn't feel like himself at all.

"Hmm," Oil pondered.

Boss stared at Oil as if he was waiting for something. Is it possible for Oil to mention his name?

"Um," Oil seemed to be still thinking.

"I don't know. You see that it's normal. We haven't talked to anyone much..." Oil replied.

Boss continued to focus on Oil's face as if waiting for the answer he wanted.

Oil still didn't say anything.

At that point, it seemed like there was only silence and the sound of the two of them breathing.

"...except for you."

Oil said the rest of the answer after a long period of silence. Oil, would you know that this answer makes the person in front of you almost unable to keep his balance?

"We like you, Oil."

Boss decided to say what he had been holding back for many days. Even though the previous words were difficult to say, But with the sentence confessing what's in your heart It came out without any hitches at all.

"Bang Bang Bang"

The sound of fireworks popping up

Oil looked up at the sky where many fireworks were lit and sparkling beautifully. But no matter how loud the fireworks are Boss didn't look up at the sound. He still looked at the female friend in front of him as before.

"So beautiful." Oil still looked up at the fireworks and smiled.

Three or four more fireworks were set off and sparkled across the sky. Oil smiled with satisfaction at what he saw now.

“What did you just say? The sound of the fireworks was very loud.”

Oil turned and looked at Boss. After the sound of several fireworks calmed down

"is..."

Boss wasn't sure if he would speak again.

"Uh, what is it?" Aoi responded.

"Well... we'll say that," Boss started stuttering.

"Well, we...we like to go to the mountain during New Year's."

The boss suddenly said something that had nothing to do with what he was thinking.

"Huh, do you like the mountain?" Oil asked again, "Do you like going to the mountain?"

"Yes," Boss returned, shrugging his shoulders in his own style. "I like to go to the mountain, but I didn't go this year." Boss kept making excuses. Boss's head to toes were now almost as cold as ice.

"Uh"

Oil responded that he understood what the boss said as if he didn't have any doubts.

"Then we'd better go back. You go to sleep."

Suddenly, the boss spoke up and chased Oil into the house. Because he knows that If you stay a little longer He'd definitely collapse right here.

"Okay, let's go into the house first."

Aoi smiled at him before turning around and heading back into the house.

Boss reached out and helped Oil close the door. Before both of them raised their hands to wave goodbye to each other.

As soon as Oil closed the house completely and walked in Boss immediately picked up his mobile phone and opened the chat program. He then quickly dialed the name of the person he had recently chatted with.

That's oil...

Persevere

A notification sound for receiving a chat message sounded on Oil's mobile phone. Oil had only walked less than ten steps into the house. Or should I say that right now she was only a few hands away from the person she had just met? Only a doorway apart...

Oil opened the chat message he received and read it.

"Oi, just now we really weren't saying that we liked going to the mountain."

Oil read the message he received from the boss and looked confused all alone and felt that the other party was probably typing the next sentence.

"We will say"

The next sentence that Oil was waiting for was delivered.

"We like you, Oil."

The sender of the message was still standing and typing a message in front of the house of the person he wanted to express his feelings to, without moving anywhere far from where he stood a moment ago. Boss felt like his heart was about to burst into pieces. When he typed out his last message a moment ago, and what the other party sends back It made Boss smile.

Even if it's just one sticker But will Oil know that? Now Boss's heart is like having wings and flying higher than the fireworks in the sky that Oil praised as beautiful. :)

END

It's over, it's over, let's go have fun together, Boss Oil team.