The breeze brushed his cheeks, blowing his forehead hair, he stood on the ground, the canopy of trees with dense branches rustled above his head, the bright sun shone on the ground, and the sky was filled with white clouds, dotted with blue Sky.
A hand stretched out, and a soft tissue wiped off the sweat on his forehead. He raised his head and saw his mother standing in front of him, gently wiping the dust on his cheeks, while raising her hand as if teaching him Want to poke his forehead hard. He smiled and dodged his mother's poking fingers, but another hand reached out from behind him and slapped the back of his head hard, causing him to stagger forward.
As soon as he turned his head, he saw Tasha, who patted the back of his head unceremoniously, standing there with her waist in her waist, looking at him with her mouth curled up. Seeing him looking at her, she made a gesture to raise her hand to pat him again. Hiding behind his mother, his mother smiled and protected him, and Tasha was so angry.
He turned his head again, and saw his father sitting on the rocking chair under the tree, stroking the head of the big fluffy golden retriever and feeding it, smiling and looking at this side, with a peaceful expression and eyes that said no. Out of tenderness.
He hid behind his mother and smiled at his father. He saw the golden sun shine through the dense tree canopy and cast mottled light spots on his father. His chest seemed to be surrounded by warm sunshine, and he felt an indescribable sense of security.
The big golden dog barked, and his father raised his hand, as if calling him to come over.
He turned his head and saw his mother helping Tasha to straighten her messy hair, smiled at him, and walked towards his father.
The sun was falling on the earth, and he seemed to be walking towards his father on a path of light.
Halfway through, the sunlight suddenly disappeared.
Darkness descended, swallowing everything in an instant.
He looked up and saw that the darkness looked like a monster with its mouth open, swallowing his father and the big dog under the tree in one gulp.
He turned his head in a panic, and the flames suddenly illuminated his face, and the flames that came from nowhere rose from the ground, and spread to the two closest women in an instant.
He opened his mouth to shout, but he couldn't say anything; he stretched out his hand to rush over, but his body seemed to be turned into a stone and he couldn't move at all.
He could only watch with his eyes wide open as the crimson flames melted the two people in the flames in an instant, leaving only two white bones, and finally, the white bones also turned into ashes.
The violent wind blows the raging flame like a fire dragon whizzing towards him, and the crimson flame swallows him violently—
...
The young man suddenly opened his eyes, his face was so pale that he could hardly see any blood.
His forehead was dripping with sweat, all cold sweat, which almost soaked his forehead hair. He opened his mouth, his lips were pale, as if he couldn't breathe, and the corners of his lips were twitching slightly. The limbs seemed to be soaked into the bone marrow by the cold, frozen into ice, and could only tremble slightly, but the heart was beating crazily on the contrary, as if it would burst into the chest in the next second.
He was really out of breath. Although he was breathing rapidly with his mouth open, he couldn't take in any oxygen. He curled up, his right hand clenched tightly to his chest, the feeling of suffocation was so painful that tears leaked from the corners of his tightly closed eyes—
Someone grabbed the back of Mutt's neck and forced his head up.
His lips, which had been open for short breaths but still felt unable to breathe oxygen, were forcefully blocked by something cool. He was already suffocated in extreme pain, and he instinctively wanted to struggle to get rid of the thing that blocked his mouth. He opened his mouth and continued to inhale oxygen quickly, but his body was pressed hard, and the back of his neck was tightly strangled, making him unable to move at all, his lips were blocked tightly, and even his nose was completely covered. Out of breath.
He couldn't breathe at all.
The uncomfortable feeling made the corners of the boy's eyes turn red, and even the eyelashes at the corners of his eyes were wet from the oozing tears.
However, the strange thing is that when he opened his mouth and breathed rapidly just now, he felt like he was about to suffocate, but now that his mouth and nose were blocked, his breathing gradually became smoother.
Oxygen entered his chest, the feeling of suffocation dissipated, and his violently heaving chest gradually calmed down.
The nose that was tightly covered was first tentatively released, and Mutt breathed lightly through the nose, and the head that seemed to be filled with blood slowly calmed down. Then, the tightly clogged lips were released, and a low voice rang in his ear.
"Breathe slowly, don't rush."
That familiar voice had a power that Mute couldn't help but want to rely on. He opened his mouth slightly, and didn't pant in a hurry. He just took a breath slowly, and then let it out long.
The tightness in his chest eased a lot, and he continued to inhale slowly, and then let it out. As he repeated this breath, he felt a hand gently stroking his back all the time, patting him lightly occasionally, as if helping him to breathe or comforting him.
After his breathing calmed down, Mutt, who had kept his eyes tightly closed, opened them. His vision was a little blurred because of the tears.
In the blurred field of vision, what he saw at first was the graceful neck and chin. When he raised his head slightly, he saw the cold thin lips, which were pursed tightly at the moment.
Because of the reason just now, this little bit of raising his head has already exhausted his strength. At this moment, he is completely weak, his body is limp as if he has no bones, and he can't even move.
He didn't continue to raise his head, and he couldn't continue to raise his head. The hand that was holding the back of his neck went up, pressed the back of his head, and pressed his head into the marshal's neck socket. His whole body was hugged into Troll's arms, and Troll gently rubbed his hair with his chin, and his hands were still stroking his back.
"never mind."
He heard the marshal speaking in his ear, in a very soft voice, as if he was afraid of scaring him.
Troll hugged him like he was coaxing a little child.
The temperature of the skin on the marshal's neck passed over. Although it was a little cold, it somehow calmed people down. Although the arms that hugged him were a little hard and tight, it made him feel at ease.
Mute closed his eyes, relaxed his body, and snuggled into the warm embrace that made him feel warm, with his forehead resting on the other's chest, and through the thin shirt, he seemed to be able to feel the temperature of the skin under the clothes.
"… Um."
He hummed softly, it was just one sound, and the final sound had a slightly nasal sound, like the whimpering sound of a kitten, which made one's heart soften.
The room fell silent.
Caressing Mute's back, seeing the calm breathing and quiet face of the person in his arms, the solemnity in Troll's eyes also dissipated.
There was something wrong with the boy in his arms, and he woke up immediately. At first, Mutt was just struggling with shortness of breath like a nightmare. He was about to wake him up, but saw Mutt suddenly opened his eyes with a look of extreme pain , clutching his chest tightly as if he couldn't breathe, which made him tense all of a sudden.
Troll knew what it was.
Hyperpnea symptoms.
The reason why he knew it was because a small number of recruits who had just boarded the ship would develop such symptoms under extreme pressure after experiencing war. The reason why such symptoms occur is mainly due to excessive anxiety, depression, and severe and unbearable psychological load.
…
Troll put his arms around the person in his arms, lowered his head, and gently kissed the temples that were wet with cold sweat.
The young man who saw the destruction of the Emperor Star once again recalled the tragic memories of the past, except for losing control at the beginning, he has been very calm since then, even when he told them everything, his voice was very calm.
Just now, the child was still smiling at him in front of him, worrying about him, and coaxing him to rest... He smiled brightly at him, but hid all the heaviness and pain from others, so that no one could see or worry, Curled up and quietly licked his wounds.
Troll looked down at the man in his arms.
The young man nestled quietly in his arms, closed his eyes, the corners of his eyes were slightly red, and the eyelashes stained with tears were softly attached to the red corners of his eyes, but on the contrary, his lips were a little less bloody.
He curled up in his arms, with his forehead pressed against his chest, like a small animal that was afraid of the cold curled up and arched his whole body into his arms to seek warmth.
The fragile appearance that can no longer be concealed makes people feel distressed terribly when they look at it.
The room was very quiet, only the light and shallow breathing of different frequencies echoed.
Nesting into that familiar and reassuring embrace, Mutt felt that he gradually calmed down. After recovering that painful memory, he has been trying to tell himself to be calm, must be calm, and he forced himself to face that memory and calm down.
However, the more you forcibly suppress it, the harder it will rebound. That nightmare almost made him lose control again and fell into collapse again.
Fortunately, he is not alone.
Fortunately, there is a major general by his side.
He thought, as long as this person is still there, no one will easily let anyone hurt him again.
Listening to the heartbeat coming from the chest close to his cheek, Mutt's whole body has calmed down. He breathed gently, opened his eyes, turned his head back a little, and looked up at the person who was holding him.
His gaze crossed the white chin, pale thin lips, straight nose bridge, and met the man's slender phoenix eyes.
That person also looked down at him, and the eyes of that person looking at him always had the light of the stars and the sea.
A hand covered Mutt's eyes, blocking his view so that he could never see Troll's face again.
It was Troll's hand.
The marshal pursed his lips, and covered Mute's eyes with his left hand, preventing him from looking at his face.
"Major general?"
The boy whose eyes were covered for no reason yelled suspiciously.
However, his eyes were still covered, and the marshal's hand did not move away.
Mutt just felt confused, he blinked, raised his hand to grab Troll's hand, pulled it, but didn't pull it away.
"...Major General?"
"Don't look."
"what?"
"You don't want to see it."
There was a sudden flash in the mind of the bewildered young man, and he realized it instantly.
And when he came to his senses, Mute felt dumbfounded for a moment.
"What and what..."
He tugged on Lord Marshal's hand again, but he still couldn't pull it away, and he felt helpless all of a sudden.
"I said...even if that's the case, it's useless for you to do this...you can't keep covering my eyes like this?"
His eyes were covered, so Mutt couldn't see, and the Marshal's already pursed lips were even tighter after his words, as thin as a line.
The marshal did not say a word, but his face obviously looked worse, and he was obviously very unhappy.
"Major general."
Seeing that Troll was silent, Mutt called out again.
With his eyes covered, he was helpless and couldn't help but want to laugh. Troll's behavior was like a child who lost his temper because he felt wronged. He felt that when he saw his face, he would think of that person, and he would not want to look at it, so he covered his eyes to prevent himself Look.
"Major General." The young man finally couldn't hold back and laughed, "Unless you go for plastic surgery to change this face, I can still see it when you let go."
Facing the angry Marshal, Mutt couldn't help but want to tease him.
"it is good."
"what?"
"I'll do it."
What
The boy was dumbfounded.
What are you going to do? Major General, what are you going to do
[Unless you go for plastic surgery...]
[it is good.]
Fuck! ! !
The boy who was puzzled a second ago bounced up as if his butt was on fire the moment he figured it out.
A powerful force erupting from his body made him pull away Troll's hand covering his eyes. He turned over and sat up. Because he was too eager, he sat directly on Troll's body. Mute, whose mind had exploded, didn't notice this at all, and just sat on Troll, leaned over and stretched out his hands, and pressed his hands directly on Troll's shoulders.
A young man who jumped up and rolled over on the Marshal's body stared fiercely at the face of the man under him who was so handsome that it could only be described as a flourishing beauty.
"you dare!"
Mutt roared.
He stared at the face of the man under him, how beautiful it looked, how beautiful it was, how beautiful it was, and when he thought that this face might disappear, he suddenly felt his heart pumping and trembling with distress.
Lean, lean, lean!
This face—this face—is no exaggeration to say that it is a cosmic treasure—this prodigal son is going to destroy it!
As a serious face-controlling teenager, he felt heartbroken for a while.
Do you know how many people envy and hate your face and how many people want it but can't? (including Mutter himself)
You actually said no to it
And it's still such an understatement, it hurts the heart.
It feels like you are drooling enviously at a priceless treasure in someone else's hands, and in the end, he smashes the treasure lightly, that feeling is simply—
it's just—
"You, you..."
Mutt opened his mouth to roar, but when he met the dark blue phoenix eyes that looked deeply at him, he swallowed the roar in his throat involuntarily.
He paused, and felt that he should be soft, so he softened his voice, trying to coax Troll to change his mind like coaxing a child.
"A good face, you don't have anything to change it for, and, suddenly changed, wouldn't it be troublesome for your subordinates not to recognize you, and, and..."
Mute was still trying to find a reason to dissuade the Marshal, but the man under him looked at him deeply and spoke suddenly.
"You don't like it."
said the Marshal, succinctly.
One sentence, four words, made Mute's remaining words choke in his throat.
[Unless you go for plastic surgery...]
[it is good.]
[why?]
[You don't like it.]
No matter how much he said, it was stuck in his throat at this moment. Mut stared blankly at Troll, with his mouth open, but he couldn't make a sound. His throat was so congested that he didn't know what to say for a while.
The corners of his eyes suddenly became hot, Mute resisted the inexplicable sore nose, and managed to suppress the moisture in his eyes.
He leaned over, and the hand that was originally on the man's shoulder reached in and wrapped around the man's neck. He was already sitting on the man's body, but when he bent over, his whole body became lying on the man's body.
His face was almost pressed against Troll's, the tip of his nose touching lightly.
The boy narrowed his eyes, bent slightly, and gently rubbed the other's cheek with the tip of his nose.
"Do not make jokes."
Mutt said with a light smile, he opened his mouth and bit the tip of the opponent's nose lightly, and then deliberately turned his head away when the opponent wanted to rub against him, like a naughty kitten deliberately teasing people.
"I'm a superficial guy, the superficial kind that pays a lot of attention to appearance."
He tilted his head again, and lightly bit the man's cheeks with skin like the first snow.
The young man leaned close to the man's ear, put his lips close to his ear, and said with a light smile, "If you didn't have this pretty face, maybe I wouldn't like you."
He intentionally exhaled lightly into the ear hole, and continued: "At that time, whoever looked better than you, Major General, I would go find who—uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!"
Only halfway through Mute's words, a hand suddenly pressed down on the back of his head and pressed his head down hard.
His lips were tightly blocked, and the marshal who blocked his mouth seemed to hate the words he just said, biting his lips fiercely with his teeth.
The lips quickly became red and swollen, and it hurt a bit from being bitten, but it didn't just feel the pain. Along with the slight pain, there was also a kind of numbness, and the numbness followed the bite. When being sucked and licked vigorously, it quickly spread to the back of the neck and even the entire brain, and the lips and tongue that conquered the city unceremoniously devoured and robbed the oxygen in his mouth, making him unable to breathe, so His mind became more and more dazed, and he could only instinctively grasp the other person's shoulder.
"you dare."
The Marshal, who had already pressed against Mutt at some point, raised his body and looked down at him, his slightly narrowed narrow phoenix eyes looked extremely dangerous.
The young man was lying under the man, and his dark eyes, which were still moist like deer, looked at the marshal and blinked innocently a few times.
"Well, I dare not."
He looked at Troll with an innocent face and said obediently.
The corners of Marshal's eyes twitched, and his eyes fell on Mute's slightly parted lips.
The boy's originally pale pink lips, because he was biting and licking almost roughly, are now extremely red like blooming flower petals.
Troll lowered his head, trying to bite the lips that made him unable to look away again. But Mute turned his face away and avoided his kiss.
"pain."
Mute, whose lips were red and swollen from being licked by Su Yun, said angrily, and refused to let him kiss at first.
But after waiting for a while, seeing that he didn't move, the boy turned back to look at him again, his soft eyelashes fluttered, and his dark eyes looked at Troll, making his heart soften into a puddle of water.
The boy blinked at him, then suddenly spoke in a low voice.
"Major general."
"Um."
"I like."
"… Um."
Troll lowered his head, his jet-black hair hung down, intertwined with his light-black forehead hair, and his warm foreheads touched each other lightly.
His blue eyes reflected the smiling eyes of the young man below him, and there was a glimmer of light that was more gentle than anything else.