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Looking at the uninvited guest sitting opposite, Khun glanced at his bedroom without leaving a trace, then adjusted his breath, put on a formulaic smile and said calmly, "So, who are you and how did you break into my house?"
The man opposite had a thick head of long hair, hung his head, and his eyes were covered with long bangs, so he could not observe his expression at the moment. Khun was very patient, so he poured a glass of water into the cup and pushed it to the man's hand.
After a long time, the man spoke in a low voice: "My name is ... Viole."
Wow, that's a mighty name. Khun sighed in his heart.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to barge in ... I don't know why I came here."
Viole clenched his hands awkwardly and missed the flash of interest in each other's eyes. Khun smiled, picked up his cup with a tea bag, and the heat was transferred to the palm of his hand through the wall of the cup. The warm water was just right.
He took a sip and led the conversation again: "I think hiding all the time is not a good way to communicate. Why not show your sincerity in person?"
Viole froze and didn't move for a long time. Khun was in no hurry, drinking tea slowly, waiting for his prey to take the bait.
That's right, prey. The teacup blocked his uncontrollable smile, and he began to count down and calculate how long it would take the other party to obey the order.
1，2，3……7，8。
At the eighth second, Viole looked up, and the long bangs still blocked most of his face, but a pair of golden eyes could be glimpsed through the gaps in his hair.
"Sorry, I was rude." He apologized dryly, but his eyes still shifted to the floor, afraid to look directly at Khun.
Khun didn't mind too much. He put down his teacup, leaned his elbows on his legs, and supported his chin with his hands. Looking up slightly, he could see his face under multiple shadows. Relaxed, he asked in a conversational tone, "It's summer, why are you wearing such heavy robes?"
There was another silence. But this time, Khun could see his hesitation and hesitation. So he asked again, "Where is your home? Do you need me to take you back? "
"No,no." Viole shook her head, pondered for a long time, and explained to him, "I don't have a home. I'm ... lost, and I don't know how to get back to my original place."
"Well..." Khun made a thoughtful look, and after a few moments, he warmly offered an invitation, "Then you can stay at my house for this time until you can find your way back."
Viole was surprised and hurriedly refused: "Don't bother, I can do it myself ..." In a hurry, the eyes hidden under the hair were completely exposed, just like Khun thought, shining, making people unable to move their eyes.
"Let's just say I'm looking for some compensation for today's' illegal entry'. You stay with me and clean up my house and cook for me, and so on."
After that, he got up and walked towards the bedroom without waiting for the other party to answer.
"I'm going to find you something to wear. You're burning me to death just looking at it."
Viole was left helpless in the living room.
One second, he was still in the dark underground cave, and FUG was racing against time to catch his breath in the devil's training. The next second, he suddenly came to this strange living room. Having not faced the sun's rays for a long time, he subconsciously raised his hand to block his stinging eyes and looked at his surroundings in peripheral light.
The decoration style of blue and white theme, household items can not be said to be luxurious, but it is definitely not simple, which shows that the owner has a unique aesthetic.
Viole stood still until he was getting used to the daylight, then lowered his arms and turned around to take in a panoramic view of the room.
I don't know if FUG did it. If so, what do they want to do?
Before he could think, the sound of the key unlocking outside the door suddenly sounded, and the door was pulled open, and Viole had no time to hide and ran straight into the sight of the entrant. Four eyes to each other, two people are surprised!
Viole looked at the young man outside the door in disbelief, with a white shirt, a black tie, black trousers and a suit jacket hanging from his arms. When his figure was reflected in those blue eyes, he subconsciously took a step forward.
It's Khun! He was overjoyed and wanted to run to recognize him, hug him and tell him how much he missed him.
But the next moment, the clattering sound of the heels on the wooden floor momentarily pulled his thoughts, as if his soul were dragged into the ice by a pair of invisible hands.
Is this a trap set by FUG for him? If he acts rashly, will they catch hold of him and threaten the safety of Khun?
A lot of thoughts rush into each other in the mind, and it only takes a few seconds. Viole was about to pull back and wait when Khun, who was standing outside the door, spoke.
His eyes were cold, his voice was like quenched ice, and the piercing cold rushed straight to the uninvited guest, and the momentum of only one sentence made Viole's body stand motionless in place.
He asked, "Who are you?"
Khun returns to his bedroom and closes the door to block Viole's view. He breathed a sigh of relief and briefly reviewed what had happened in the five short minutes.
Coming home from work like every other working day, I opened the door to see a young man wrapped in a black robe. When the man moved toward him, he thought he was going to kill him, or when he approached, he pulled out a weapon and threatened him.
But the man quickly backed away.
When he looked at each other, he saw the man's clear gold eyes, a pair of gold eyes full of several unspeakable strong emotions, full of charm.
He suddenly remembered the child he had seen.
A conjecture slowly formed in his mind, and after the initial stalemate, he uncharacteristically changed his attitude and received the visitor politely.
With their conversation, Khun confirmed his idea, so he decided to keep Viole.
The huge net has been sown, the prey has been hooked, and the rest is to wait patiently.
He walked over to the wardrobe, rubbed the smooth wall a few times, and evoked a shallow smile.
Summoning and casting the magic water were fruitless, Viole finally determined that this was not the tower. His back was stretched straight, but he still dared not relax.
Since it is not in the tower, the Khun in front of him must not be the Khun he knows.
To find out the present situation and find a way back ... As soon as possible, if FUG finds himself missing, he will definitely attack his companions.
While thinking, Khun returned to the living room with a shirt and shorts in his arms, threw them next to Viole, and lifted his chin: "It's such a hot day, I found you a cool set. The bathroom is there. Help yourself."
Say that finish, he sank into the sofa, bent up a leg, lying on the sofa, not caring about the image of playing mobile phones, and didn't treat Viole as an outsider at all.
Whispering thank you, Viole picked up her clothes and went into the bathroom.
Khun's body shape is similar to his own, and his clothes are still obedient. He changes his robe, looks at the lifeless face in the mirror, slightly lifts a pinch of bangs, looks at himself in the mirror for a few seconds, then puts down his hand and goes out with his robe.
"The clothes fit me very well, thank you ..." Viole opened her mouth to stop calling out the other person's name in time-after all, he is still a suspect of "illegal entry". If he shows his understanding of the owner, he will not be a gangster.
"Oh, forget to introduce yourself, just call me Khun." Khun lowered the arm holding the phone, looked it up and down, and nodded with satisfaction, "Good, it suits you very well."
Viole didn't know what to say next, so he just stood there awkwardly, and he didn't know where to put his clothes in the hand.
Fortunately, Khun had no intention of hanging him out, sat up and continued to ask, "Do you still have your mobile phone with you? Is there anyone who can be contacted? "
Cell phone? Viole was confusion. He had never heard of it. But it does sound similar to the function of the ball.
He shook his head. "I don't have a phone."
Khun frowned and sighed sorrowfully, "I just have a spare machine, let me lend it to you first."
"Sit down, I'll get it for you."
Viole didn't miss Khun's expression this time, and his mouth was obviously comfortable as expected.
He does not know what it represents, which may come from his trust in Khun. He does not think in a bad direction at all. In his opinion, the most excessive speculation is just because the other party thinks that he does not have the conditions to own a mobile phone after seeing his dress.
Commonly known as judge a book by its cover, look down on him.
The first time he touched the mobile phone, he learned the general operation under the simple guidance of Khun. When he said, "Are you a caveman who can't even use the mobile phone?", he laughed a few times, and then continued to explore various functions.
When he had almost got to know it, there was suddenly a knock at the door, and Khun asked him to wait for a moment to open the door himself. Viole looked sideways and saw the man wearing a yellow dress and a helmet. Khun says thank you and closes the door to return.
The strong aroma came to the nose, and Khun walked to the kitchen with his lunch box, greeting Viole as he walked: "Come to dinner, I only ordered one person, but I can't finish it."
Viole subconsciously refused: "No, I'm not hungry, don't bother."
There was no immediate response from Khun, and Viole continued to fiddle with his mobile phone. After a while,documents, materials and heavy books.
The books in the bookcase are all classified, including literature, finance, science and technology and many foreign language books that Viole can't understand. He swept all the bookcases one by one, thought for a long time, took out a book on science and technology, sat on the ground and began to read it carefully. Although there are many technical terms, he used his mobile phone to search and nibbled at this obscure and highly academic book bit by bit.
Immersed in the book, Viole did not notice the passage of time until the phone rang the message, he suddenly pulled back his thoughts and raised his eyes to see the pop-up message.
It's Khun. He clicked and replied without thinking too much. After all, he was just an intruder and had no right to make demands on the owner. But when it came to dinner, he remembered that he had promised to take care of Khun's household affairs, including cooking...
He went to the kitchen, opened the fridge and checked what was in it. There was not much inside, a few cans of soda scattered on either side, a few boxes of instant food in the middle, and an open bag of noodles in the corner, with plenty of noodles in it.
He sent another message to Khun, and after receiving the consent of the other party, he took out his noodles and began to prepare dinner.
Khun didn't tell him the specific time to come back, and Viole didn't know if he was on his way by this time. He thought for a moment and decided to wait for half an hour before lighting the stove.
At 6: 10, Khun came home with a candy bag, opened the locked door and smelled a faint fragrance. He went into the room and looked into the kitchen. He saw Viole stirring the noodles in the pot.
Viole looked up at him and said in a low voice, "I'm sorry, I didn't know when you will be back, so I cooked the noodles early. This is the third time to return to the pot, and the taste will not be very good."
Khun nodded and replied that it didn't matter, went back to the living room, took off his coat, and entered the bedroom with the bag. He closed the door, tapped five times on the wall next to the wardrobe, put the goodie bag on the floor, and turned to walk away.
Viole just put two bowls of hot noodles on the table. Pour in the prepared seasoning respectively, and Viole tries to outline a smile: "I made this myself, and I don't know if the noodles taste good."
Khun took his seat leisurely, stirred a few times, picked up a few pieces, stuffed them into his mouth, and the fresh sour and sweet taste instantly exploded the taste buds, even neutralizing the rough taste of noodles after repeated boiling, which made people appetite.
"Excellent." Khun praised it without stint, and then enjoyed the delicious food gracefully and without losing speed.
The energy expended in the afternoon gradually recovered in this dinner. A bowl of ordinary noodles relieved half of his fatigue, which greatly improved Khun's impression of Viole.
"As long as you like it." Viole breathed a sigh of relief and settled down to take care of his share.
As the modest dinner comes to an end, Viole silently clears the dishes and hears Khun say to him, "Have you seen the guest room?" Let me know if you need anything, and I'll make up for you later."
Viole answered, "Don't bother."
He's scared now. In his impression, Khun is not a person who will send out so much goodwill to any stranger, especially a guy of unknown origin like him.
However, it does not rule out the possibility that the other party's temperament has changed greatly in recent years. Viole smiled bitterly in her heart and comforted herself: maybe he saw that he had a sense of sight? After all, he also knows Khun in the tower.
Suddenly, he had a flash of insight: Yes, since he appeared in Khun's home, it means that there must be a clue to go back!
The energy that had been sapped all afternoon was suddenly rekindled, and the fire of hope was once again spreading in his heart.
The rejected Khun stopped thinking about it. Being too attentive when you first meet each other will make the other person wary, which is not conducive to the follow-up relationship.
After planning how to develop the relationship in the future, Khun was no longer polite, and ordered: "Prepare breakfast before seven o'clock tomorrow morning. You can solve the lunch and dinner yourself. I won't come back to eat. When I trust you enough, I will take you out for a walk. "
He smiled faintly. "After all, you still haven't told me how you broke in."
After that, he got up and went to his room: "If something happens, send me messages, don't knock on my door."
The living room was quiet, except for the flushing in the kitchen.
Back to the bedroom closed the door, the sugar on the floor predictably disappeared. Khun taps the wall seven times rhythmically, one short, four long and two short, and then presses the whole palm on the wall. Within two seconds, cracks appear on one side of the wall. With a gentle push, it opens inward like a door. Revealing the dark, subterranean staircase.
Down the stairs and further down, the space gradually became bright and spacious.
This is a small room. A double bed occupies most of the corner, and on the other side is a nightstand and a small bookshelf filled with children's books.
"There you are!"
The crisp voice approached Khun with joy, and a hairy head jumped on him and hugged him. He used to touch the fluffy long hair, and his tone was relaxed: "How many sweets did you eat?"
"I only ate two, not exceeding the limit." Twenty-Fifth Baam's head was buried in his arms and his voice was muffled.
"Good boy." Khun patted him, motioned to let go, and sat down with him on the bed.
Bam consciously sat into his arms and handed over the picture book that had just been turned upside down to the side, saying, "Is the guest you mentioned staying here?"
"Well, be careful here, don't be found by him." He took the picture book and casually said, "Maybe someday you'll meet formally."
"Really!" There was a little light in the child's pupil, full of expectation. "What was that guest like?"
"Oh, he... like you."
Khun pinched the child's nose, smiled and threatened, "Well, if you still want to hear the story, just sit still."
Children are easy to coax. In a piano-like voice, Twenty-Fifth Baam took risks with the little Aries in the story and gradually fell into a deep dream.
Khun gently put him on the bed, covered him with a quilt, turned off the lights and left.
The secret door is restored to its original state, and the wall is as smooth as ever. It's half past ten, and the nightlife in the city has just begun. Khun turned on the laptop, checked the morning surveillance playback, and observed the pictures of various rooms at home at double speed. Everything was so calm, which was completely in line with the calm of office workers living alone.
Until three minutes before he went home by himself, a black shadow suddenly appeared in the empty living room, as if it were a stain accidentally rubbed, which was incompatible with other monitoring pictures.
Khun "snapped" the pause button, went back for a minute, adjusted the slow play, and once again saw the scene that obviously did not belong to the scientific category.
He frowned and ruled out the possibility that the other person was wearing an optical stealth coat that could see. At present, whether there is a completely flawless technology for the time being, it is very shocking that you can enter the room out of thin air without opening the window, opening the door and taking the pipeline.
He leaned back to the bedside, calmed down, and muttered, "This is exactly the same as Bam's situation. It seems that they really come from the same place."
And his bolder conjecture seemed to be positively confirmed at this moment.
He turned the corners of his mouth involuntarily.
The same person ... It's convenient for him to do anything.
Viole thus settled in Khun's family. Khun's company has a single day off every week. On the day of rest, he would still get up early under the urge of the biological clock, enjoy the breakfast prepared by Viole, and then enter the work.
Viole had been given tacit permission to sit in the study with Khun and go through the books after he finished his chores.
Occasionally, they communicate, mostly when Khun inquires about the origin of Viole in his spare time. Viole was unguarded against him, and during his increasing time together, he told everything about himself without reservation, including Khun in the tower.
"Another me ..."
The meaningful tone suddenly lit up a thought in Viole's mind: Will there be another self in this world?
Maybe it is the key!
Without waiting for him to think deeply, Khun added, "After lunch, I'll take you to the shopping mall for a walk-your activities will be in this street from now on."
Viole perked up and did not hide the caper in her voice: "Thank you, Khun-ssi."
Khun, whose smile deepened, didn't speak again, leaving the other party to be immersed in joy in ignorance.
The shopping mall is very large, with six floors. Khun showed Viole around every floor.
Compared with the tower, except for the different transaction methods and currencies, the things sold are basically the same, as are the things, clothes and daily necessities, and the streets when they come.
Before Viole could think about what to buy, Khun dragged him straight to the clothing section on the fifth floor. Viole looked blankly at Khun, who had already started to draw clothes in front of her, and saw that he had stuffed a sapphire blue shirt into his hand, which was very light in color-like Khun's hair.
Khun stuffed him with a pair of light blue jeans while he was in a daze, and then quickly pushed him into the fitting room.
The beige wall filled the field of vision, Viole sighed gently, and immediately evoked a little lip angle with a very small amplitude, releasing a smile.
Soon, a beautiful man with a melancholy temperament came out. Khun nodded satisfied with the style he chose, and then looked at the other person's face for a long time.
"Why, what's the matter?" Viole nervously picked up the corner of his shirt, slightly embarrassed. "... is it ugly?"
Khun raised his eyebrows: "The last thing you can doubt is my aesthetics." He pondered for a moment and asked, "Is there anything to commemorate your bangs?"
Viole subconsciously touched her long bangs, which had covered half of her face, and picked up a wisp and gently rubbed it.
"... No, I don't. I just don't care."
And, more or less, it covered up some of his emotions. Although FUG and they will force him to perform certain tasks anyway, but... It's uncomfortable to be seen through.
Khun nodded clearly. "Do you mind if I trim it for you?"
"Of course, you can do whatever you want." Viole paused and asked softly, "Why are you doing this for me? I ... I'll pay you back for the clothes later! "
Khun, who was walking to check out, stopped, tilted his head slightly, and his voice was as light as the wind, which was easily covered by noisy voices.
"I can do whatever I want?"
"What?" Although as sharp as Viole, he can also barely hears the pronunciation of the first word.
Khun half turned around, smiling and teasing: "My neighbors and I know each other very well. If they find out that you have been living with me in my clothes, won't they misunderstand?"
That's right, he doesn't have identification now, and he can't stand any investigation. The lower the profile, the better.
Just do it what they said at once, and the two returned to the apartment with vegetables and tomatoes. Khun went to find a haircut scissors and Viole went to simply wash the dishes.
Viole was lost in thought in the sound of rushing water. There was a saying "You can come in" from the bathroom. He quickly wiped off the water on his apron, walked to Khun in three or two steps, and consciously sat down in the chair in front of the mirror.
Khun wet his bangs with spray, combed all his hair, bent down and began to look at it carefully.
Click, click. The cut hair fell into the tray below, and Khun's hand occasionally touched Viole's forehead. The cold touch of the water made his mind more clear. His eyes were closed, and the breath of the man in front of him hit the bridge of his nose, soft and hot.
He subconsciously relaxed his breathing, the beating of his heart became more and more intense, and a powerful "splash" shocked the eardrum, as if he was about to break through the isolation of skin and flesh and compete with the reality of scissors.
"... Did I poke you in the head?" Khun's nervous voice sounded.
Viole suddenly realized that she had inadvertently held her breath. He quickly took a few deep breaths and smiled at Khun. "No, I was just distracted. I'm sorry to have worried you."
Khun looked dubious, but didn't say much: "Tell me if you feel unwell, and your face suddenly turned red just now, which scared me."
"Sorry ..."
"Don't apologize all the time. You thought I was bullying you." Khun laughingly interrupted him and moved the tray away, "It's already cut, get up and see how it looks."
Viole hasn't looked in the mirror in a long time.
To be precise, He haven't seen his face in the mirror for a long time.
The man in the mirror looks handsome, his eyes are slightly dull, and there seems to be an insoluble silence, which abruptly breaks the overall harmony.
Viole's thoughts are slightly biased towards past memories, but fortunately, he was awake in time and didn't lose his manners in front of Khun.
"I like it very much, thank you, Khun." Viole rarely reveals a complete smile.
Khun proudly lifts his chin and accepts the compliment.
It's still early, and Khun asked Viole to come to the study with him.
After entering, Viole wanted to sit in his usual position and continue reading, but Khun asked him to move a chair and sit next to him, and had something to say.
He turned to Viole, his face serious: "Assuming that the world in the tower you speak of really exists, do you have any idea how to get back?"
Viole was stunned: "Assume ...?" He immediately realized that this fact was too illusory, and from Khun's point of view, it did not have any credibility.
But he still felt wronged and whispered, "I didn't lie to you. I was, and I will be."
He kept his eyes fixed on Khun as he said this. Khun smiled faintly. "OK, I see."
Taking a deep breath, he spoke again: "So, do you know how to get back to the tower?"
Viole shook his head in silence. For a moment, he added, "I want to investigate whether there is another me here. This may be the key to my coming here."
Khun lowered his head slightly, and his forefinger habitually tapped on the desktop, with deep eyes: "I'll help you pay more attention later, and I'll let you know if I find anything.
"And..." He looked around his study, his lips slightly raised. "... None of the books here suit you very well. I'll pick out some good ones for you in a few days."
The unexpected voice dropped, and Viole froze for a second before blinking in surprise and happily replied, "Thank you, Khun-ssi!" "
Ssi ... It's a bit harsh. Khun frowned without leaving a trace and quickly relaxed.
The prey has followed the bait and advanced comfortably.
In the following time, their lives gradually got on the right track. Khun goes out to work during the day, occasionally comes back for lunch, and comes home at night to chat with Viole. Although Viole is curious about the progress of Khun's investigation, he will not take the initiative to ask, and he doesn't want the other party to think that he is urging.
Viole's life is simpler. He cleans up at home in the morning, goes out for a walk in the afternoon and goes shopping. He is also trying to find more clues through the Internet.
That evening, Viole came to the living room after washing the dishes, and saw a file bag lying on the coffee table, which should have been thrown there casually.
There is a white seal on the envelope, and there is no word on it. Viole was not sure about the importance of the document and whether to help Khun put it in his study, so he went to Khun's bedroom door and knocked with his hand.
"Khun, there is a file bag on the coffee table, did you leave it behind?"
No one in the room responded.
"... Would you like me to put it in your study?" He knocked on the door again.
Still no sound.
Is he asleep already? Viole turned on her phone and sent a message to Khun: 「Are you asleep? I saw a document on the coffee table, do I need to help you put it in the study?」
Seeing that the page showed that it had been sent, before Viole could think about the question of what to do if Khun really fell asleep, the person on the other side had already replied with a message:
「Don't bother, just leave it there, thank you.」
Didn't sleep. Viole breathed a sigh of relief, then thought of something else and nervously asked,「Sorry, did I wake you up?」
This time, the other party did not respond to the second, after Viole agonizing for about 20 seconds, a new message popped up at the bottom of the page:
"I didn't sleep, just in the processing work, didn't hear you coming. 」
Before Viole made any response, the door in front of him suddenly opened, and Khun put his hand on the doorknob and smiled happily: "Just before you left, why don't you come in and sit down?"
It wasn't until he sank into the soft mattress that Viole finally realized he was in Khun's room. He looked at the decoration of the house, the furniture layout is simple, but like the living room, it reveals the high exquisite aesthetic and pursuit of the house owner.
Khun sat in the swivel chair in front of the computer desk and looked at Viole.
Like a frightened little animal, the eyes look around, and finally carefully fall on the only person in the space.
"Khun-ssi..." Viole did not know why Khun wanted to let her in. Just as she was about to ask, she saw that Khun's face changed for an instant. He closed his mouth, not daring to speak again.
All this time, Viole has been addressing him with the suffix "Ssi", the only time he calls him by his first name, is the last time he cut his bangs. He could clearly see the nostalgia in Viole's eyes at that time, perhaps he was missing another himself?
Khun thought, maybe he is missing that "Khun" ,who is in the "Tower"?
Twenty-Fifth Baam appeared in front of him a year ago.
At that time, he was also sitting in front of the computer, frowning at a string of fast-running codes that popped up on the screen. Just as the progress was about to reach the last 1%, a low voice of panic suddenly sounded on the bed behind him. He stopped the program running quickly, which prevented it from being affected by the sudden noise.
Impatiently, he looked back and noticed that there was a young child lying on the empty bed.
He stood up, walked to the bed in two steps, and rudely pulled up the child's arm so that he could look up at himself.
"Who are you?" He asked coldly.
The child's eyes were still at a loss and helpless was replaced by fear. He waved his weak arm in an attempt to break free, but he was trapped in the black hole with no light for years, and he did not have the ability to compete with an adult man, and he had no strength after a few struggles.
Khun also saw that the child's physique was weak, but he didn't dare to relax his vigilance. He just relaxed his hand a little and carried the child to the bedside and sat down against the wall.
"Who are you?" He asked again.
The child didn't respond, and Khun noticed that he was timidly glancing at himself through the messy bangs. He tutted, lifted all the hair on his forehead with his other hand and pressed it to the top of his head. In this posture, he forced his head to look at those clean golden eyes.
At that moment, Khun thought he was in heaven.
Quiet, peaceful, comfortable and pure.
"... who are you? Why do you in my house? " Khun heard his softened voice and saw that the child was no longer as frightened as before.
When the child moved his arm, Khun frowned subconsciously, and immediately relaxed, ending his imprisonment. The child curled up, buried his face in his knees and shivered.
Scold "trouble" in the mind, Khun brought the cup on the computer desk and handed it to the child.
"Drink some water."
The child's body is obviously stiff, and his eyes like a small animal quietly fall into the clear and colorless water.
"Water ...?" He blinked and stared at the glass. "What is... water?"
Khun raised his eyebrows and stared at the child for a long time, but found no trace of his lying. He gave a short laugh, sat down next to him, and gently stroked the top of his head, as if apologizing for what happened just now.
"What's your name?" He leaned in front of the child, smiling gently and with irresistible fascination.
He knew that he was about to find new fun in a dull life.
The child's eyes are buried under the hair, observing the man for a long time and saying his name in a muffled voice.
At that time, the child's bright eyes, completely occupied by their own body shape.
Khun can't tolerate Twenty-Fifth Baam's eyes with other people. Viole is naturally the same.
Even if that person is another self.
The sound of opening the door called back Khun's thoughts. He looked at the door, and Viole's foot was about to step out of the room.
"Where are you going?"
Khun didn't notice that his voice was very offensive, so he ordered him unquestionably: "Come back and sit down." He stared at Viole's stopped footsteps. "... or do you want to take a walk?"
He stood up, opened the door, which was only a crack open, and went out first. "Come on, it's a fine evening. Let's walk on the bridge."
Viole was arranged without saying a word. He looked at Khun's back with concern and put on his coat without much attention. When his eyes fell to the porch, he found that Khun was fully dressed and looking at him calmly.
Viole is familiar with "Khun", so he sees the urging and impatience hidden under the blue ice.
He was angry because of me. He thought about it silently, but he couldn't understand what he had done.
The weather is really good tonight.
Breeze with moisture, silver moon hanging in the sky, and stars dotted the night sky.
Viole couldn't help but stop and look at the twinkling stars in the sky.
He has seen pictures of stars in his mobile phone and found out the essence of stars. Every night, he would lie prone by the window and look at the sky, counting every star he could see.
"So beautiful ..." He couldn't count how many such feelings he had sent.
Khun, who walked side by side with him, also stopped, turned around slightly, half of his face disappeared into the darkness of night, and his eyes flickered at the youth.
"Do you like stars?" He asked softly.
"hmm!" Viole stared at the stars. "There is no sky in the' tower'. There are only many light balls of similar size instead of the stars. The biggest light ball represents the sun and the moon."
"Tower" again. Every time the "tower" is mentioned, the light in Viole's eyes will be particularly dazzling. Even at the moment when the night is shrouded, those pure eyes still shining, overshadowing everything around them.
"It's really beautiful ..." Those eyes.
Viole turned back and smiled with joy and excitement: "Sure enough, Khun feels the same way! The stars are like miracles..."
It's "Khun". Khun sneered in his heart and casually answered, "Yes, it's beautiful."
He took a small step forward, and the distance between him and Viole was extremely close. Khun looked at him closely and his eyes were extremely focused. Viole was drowned in that dark sea, unaware of his movements.
The cold fingertips touched the corner of Viole's eye. He suddenly widened his eyes, subconsciously held his breath, heard Khun talking, and felt the hot air spraying on his lips.
"Next month, let's go to the celebration, where there is a good star-gazing point."
All Viole can do is nod head and keep the appointment.
After that night, Khun came into contact with the restrictions on Viole. He was free to explore the city and buy anything he wanted with the money Khun gave him.
Viole could see that Khun was in a bad state that night, but he couldn't find the right time and method to have a serious talk with him. The excuses are nothing more than those few, either busy with work or pretending that nothing happened, laughing and saying that he thinks too much.
But you are obviously angry with me. Viole swallowed this sentence, stopped doing useless work, and stopped touching him.
After all, this is not the Khun who spent the test layer with him. Plus, after such a long separation, he has no way of knowing whether the other person's personality has changed.
A month is neither short nor short. Viole took this opportunity to visit most of the bustling places in the city, looking for possible clues and entering every boutique, hoping to pick out suitable gifts to apologize to Khun.
Khun gave him enough money to buy half of the shops in this city, but unfortunately, he didn't find anything worth seeing. Either too mediocre or too exaggerated, there is nothing particularly suitable for Khun.
There are a few shop owners vaguely see his identity is not simple, offered to help him customize, but Viole also can not think of what to want, had to politely refuse them.
Once again, he went home without any gains. Viole went to prepare dinner in a depressed mood and accidentally found Khun's coat on the back of the sofa.
Has Khun-ssi come back already? He quickly dismissed the idea. Now the porch only has its own shoes, and judging from the two long sleeves of the coat, there are obvious traces of finishing, and at first glance it will be thought that it was thrown up at will.
Someone else was here. Keenness and vigilance, which were shielded by peaceful days, suddenly recovered, and the small doubts found in the past surfaced again. He quickly pieced together a rough guess.
..... is a child.
The most obvious ones are the slippers in the bathroom, then the candy that Khun buys home from time to time and eats up quickly, and ...
Viole pressed his lips and wondered uncertainly: Perhaps the fairy tale picture books and children's books that Khun had given herself belonged to that child?
However, this is Khun's home, and the child has left traces of his life, so it's not an invasion. Besides, he'd probably be gone by now.
No, technically, I'm the outsider. Viole laughed and stopped thinking about it and went into the kitchen to prepare the dishes.
Tomato beef brisket today!
Khun, who had eaten a little too much, leaned back and whispered: "Are you going to take part in a cooking contest? Everything is so delicious."
Viole laughed: "I just enjoy cooking for others, which makes me relaxed."
Khun, who had already had in-depth communication with him, also knew his dark memory. He looked at the clean and bright roof and asked slowly, "If you go back now, will you go straight back to your training ground?"
Viole froze and lowered her eyes: "... I think so."
"Even so, you decide to give up this stable life now ... and go back to the' tower'?"
"Hmm." Viole didn't hesitate to look at Khun seriously, "because there are companions waiting for me. I'm going back to protect them. "
Khun stared at him for a long time from an oblique perspective, squeezed out two muffled smiles from his throat, and didn't continue the topic: "Put another bowl in the living room，I'll take it into the room."
"OK." Viole never asked him why.
The cleaning at night has been completed, Viole has returned to her room, and Khun took the steaming tomato-beef brisket to the small secret room and saw Twenty-Fifth Baam wrapping himself in the quilt, revealing only a small face and looking at himself piteously.
“Khun！” He called softly with a bitter face.
"Hey, don't be afraid, I'm back." Khun put the bowl on the bedside table, brushed the quilt off the child's head and gently left a kiss on his forehead.
Bam sniffled, smelling the attractive fragrance, and the originally depressed tone unconsciously relaxed: "I didn't expect him to come back so early today and didn't have time to put everything back in place ... I'm sorry ..."
Khun grabbed Bam out of the quilt and held him in his arms, squeezing his soft face: "Don't worry, he didn't mention it to me." He scooped a spoonful of fragrant soup and handed it to the child's mouth. "Drink it, the temperature is just right now. This is also made by big brother. How about tasting it? "
When Bam heard that it was the big brother who did it, he immediately got his spirits up. He took a spoon in his mouth and swallowed the soup drop by drop. Suddenly, his eyes lit up and he even asked Khun to feed himself several pieces of meat.
Khun helped him to wipe the soup from his mouth with his eyes full of spoil, and watched the child satiate in his arms. The original anger towards Viole disappeared a lot.
"Bam, do you like brother's cooking?"
"Yes! I like all the dishes he cooks! " Bam rushed to nod and tried to express his love through action.
Khun touched Bam's head and asked with a smile, "How about letting brother stay and cook for us all the time?"
"Yes, yes!" The naive child picked up the bowl and drank the soup little by little. Khun scooped up the meat pieces from time to time and fed them into his mouth, which was really a warm scene.
And this scene will soon add a new member.
Summer celebration is a lively festival when you listen. The streets are covered with all kinds of lights, which blend in with the scattered stars in the sky.
Viole was attending such a lively party for the first time. He couldn't hide his novelty and excitement, and kept turning around with Khun for fear of missing any interesting objects.
Even in modern times, this kind of celebration is rarely held, so in addition to the dazzling array of shops crowded together, there are especially many tourists who come to participate.
Behind him came the noise of children approaching quickly, and Viole dodged to the side in time, only to find that when he looked up again, Khun, who followed closely, had disappeared.
No matter how spacious the road is, it can't match the crowded people tonight. People with different heights keep moving, and many people wearing different wigs pass through his eyes, completely disturbing his vision.
Suddenly there was an obvious thrust behind him, and he stumbled for a while and almost bumped into others. So he looked around and found a place where there were relatively few people standing.
Fortunately, his mobile phone was fully charged before he went out. He sent a message to Khun asking where he was.
As soon as he sent it, he was suddenly tapped on the shoulder from behind, and he turned his head in shock, subconsciously preparing for a counterattack. In the process of turning around, the peripheral light swept a touch of ice blue, promptly stopped the attack, and fixed looking at Khun.
"There were so many people just now, and you still dare to wander and look for you for a long time."
Viole first apologized, then asked doubtfully, "There is no message on your mobile phone?"
Khun naturally took him by the hand, pulled him along and replied, "I turned off the message tone. In addition to work, there are a lot of harassing information, I can not check all of them, simply do not read. Work is done during business hours."
So that's it. Viole remembered the last time he had stood outside his door and heard nothing.
Khun's smile next to him became deeper and deeper, and his clasped hands became tighter.
Khun is not one for crowds. He took Viole around, saw that he did not have a special nostalgia, and directly took him to the stargazing point he said before.
It was on the roof of a building.
The streets extending in all directions on the ground are as bright as day. Looking down from a height, you can feel the noise of the world more intuitively. Khun pressed his arms against the fence and enjoyed the refreshing wind here.
"Viole, look at those people down there, and look at the stars in the sky, don't you think they are similar?"
Viole leaning over the fence like him, followed his words, looking at the sky and the ground, and finally shaking her head: "What does Khun-ssi think they are like?"
Khun let out a small laugh, the tone of lazy: "You see those ups and downs of the movement, like a twinkle of the stars? Do you see their tiny bodies like tiny stars in the sky?
"- Do they look to you like specks of dust that blow away, or grains of sand that are everywhere?"
Viole looked at him puzzled.
"Forget it, it doesn't matter." Khun looked back at Viole with a wanton smile on his face. "Do you know what I'm thinking now?"
Without giving the second subject of this conversation a chance to think, he pressed his folded hands against the fence, leaving the other to touch his face, content to see that he had taken up the whole field of view of his golden eyes.
He stuck the tip of his nose, lingering gently, and his lip was at arm's length from his skin, whispering dreamily: "I just think that the stars are mercy and within reach."
After saying this, he firmly shackled Viole, who had hidden the intention of fleeing, kissed his lips, and the arms that embraced him suddenly became strong, as if they wanted to crush him into their own flesh and blood, and never parted.
Suddenly, the long and loud noise of the sky broke, and the first fireworks of the celebration burst loudly. Golden firelight lit up the sky and rowed into Khun's frozen eyes.
He stopped the predatory kiss, leaned into his ear and gasped with a smile. "Viole, you can't leave. You belong to me."
Viole had just changed her breath twice, and her breath was forcibly taken away again.
He doesn't know what Khun is doing. He didn't know what kissing meant. No one taught him.
The only thing he knows now is that Khun is happy, and Khun isn't mad at him anymore.
Speaking of, I secretly bought a gift for Khun at a booth just now, thinking of giving it to him sometime.
Viole gradually fell into this rude and cherished kiss.
Give it to him tomorrow when I have time...
He slowly let go of his efforts to break free and clung to Khun by instinct. His brain seemed stuffed with cotton and it was difficult to think.
Viole looked at the thin child in front of her, in a trance for a long time.
The child's long fluffy hair shows that it has been carefully maintained, and the trimmed bangs make room for the eyes, so that those clear eyes are completely exposed.
He was reflected in those golden eyes.
And the owner of the eyes seems to be him.
The child looked at the motionless, sculptural man and took half a step forward tentatively: "Hello, are you the brother Khun said?"
Seeing that the man didn't respond, he quickly added, "M, my name is Twenty-Fifth Baam, and Khun took me in a year ago ..."
Doesn't know which word stimulated Viole. He looked around this warm basement again, and his fingertips began to curl up, and finally he unconsciously made a fist.
Twenty Fifth Baam could not understand what emotion was brewing and settling in his eyes at the moment, but instinctively felt uneasy. He took two deep, nervous breaths, took two more steps forward, and quietly took his imprecise hands.
Viole opened his eyes wide, firmly clenched his soft hand, and stared at the young figure: "Twenty-Fifth Baam..."
The child shivered for a moment and tried to raise a cheerful smile: "It's me!" "
The man fell silent again.
Sensing that he meant no harm to her, the Twenty-Fifth Baam again summoned his courage, took his other hand, and slowly moved his face close to the other's.
"Brother, Khun told me a lot about you. I've always wanted to see you. I finally met you today.
"Brother, I really like your cooking, Khun said, and my appetite is much better than before. By the way, last time he said that you would stay and cook for us all the time. Is that true?
"Brother, what's your name? Khun won't tell me. I can only ask you in person ..."
Full of children's unique crisp voice constantly sounded, Twenty-Fifth Baam kept asking questions about the brother who had been curious for a long time, and kept sharing his life.
For a long time, the sound of rustling clothes replaced the sound of words, and Twenty-Fifth Baam closed his mouth, blinked, and watched the man squat down and gently stroked the back of his head.
"... My name is Viole."
The temperature of the palm is so warm, so real, but this clearly should not exist.
Khun。
He had found his other self a year before, and found Twenty-Fifth Baam.
Viole began to suspect that it was a dream, a deep one from which he was addicted and from which he could not wake.
The voice of the nightmare came after itself:
"Well, Viole, do you like my return gift?"
Clatter, clatter...
Accompanied by a lilting tune, the electronic door lock's icy ticking sounds.
Khun stopped turning the key finger, stuffed it into his trouser pocket, took off his coat, threw it on the sofa, and sauntered into the kitchen.
Before long, the rich aroma of tomatoes permeated the whole living room. Carrying the tray, Khun returned to his bedroom with two bowls full of tomato and beef brisket, humming the previous song and stepping into his "Garden of Eden".
Two black and brown heads together, not supple long hair messy spread all over the bed. Khun put down the tray, sat down on the bed, and gently shook the shoulders of two figures, one large and one small, with a soft and tender tone:
"It's time to get up, if you go back to sleep, you'll lose sleep at night... I wouldn't mind playing with you all night, but little Bam needs to keep a regular schedule..."
Whispering, they opened their eyes, with the tiredness that has not faded.
The city is brightly lit and the stars are lost in the darkness.
The hunter soothes the tame prey, returns to the computer desk, and unwraps the plastic-sealed file.
A half-length man with dark brown hair was impressively printed on the front page document.
Khun stroked the rough surface of the paper, stroking his golden eyes.
The hunter has not enjoyed himself yet, and a new round of hunting is about to begin.