28.
After the annexation of Carol, our momentum became stronger and stronger, and we became a major force in the northeast of Vanessa. Other big forces are eyeing us, and many small and medium-sized forces have expressed their surrender to us.
We sang all the way, and with the help of Frius, we won more and lost less, and almost never lost. The soldiers were both high-spirited and self-satisfied. Andy and I looked at each other and couldn't help but worry.
Another battle no different from the previous one. Our territory continued to expand a little further west.
After this victory, Frius did not fly back to his own vault to sleep as usual. Instead, he rejected his part of the treasure and said to me, "I'm almost recovered. You don't need to give me so much. Take it and fix it. Repair your bow towers and catapults. Look at your fortifications, what they look like."
A look of disgust.
Although the expressions of dragons are not as rich, subtle and obvious as those of humans.
I murmured and didn't know how to answer, but I was a little moved. I realized that Frius would actually care about the construction of my territory, so I couldn't help raising my eyes to look at him: "Aph..."
However, Frius suddenly panicked, raised his front paws and didn't know where to put them, just stared at me and lowered his voice: "Why are you crying, who is bullying you again, I'll beat him... don't cry , this time, no, and next time, next time, how about all the treasures you grabbed back to you?"
I thought to myself who was crying. Is my Lord Smith such a weak person
I think it must be because I was telling Frius stories of bullying in my territory from the beginning, so I left an indelible impression on Frius that I was a weak creature.
I perfunctorily coaxed Frius back to his room, then back to my own.
I accidentally saw the floor-to-ceiling mirror in the room - the corners of my eyes were red and the eye sockets were full of water vapor.
I cursed inwardly, but fortunately, no one else saw this look. No wonder Frius thought I was crying.
But... Is it my fault that emotionally rich and sensitive lacrimal glands develop
29.
In fact, I know that I like to be emotional. It is easy to cry when I am stimulated, and I cry miserably when nothing major happens.
But I also know that I should be a strong and resilient person like my father.
So I haven't seen a tragic drama in public for ten years.
I only dare to light the lamp myself in the middle of the night and silently read the poems of Haider, the greatest tragic poet of our time.
Then indulged in tears burst into tears.
So I attribute my blushing eyes today to being too busy with work and not reading poetry for a long time.
I decided to vent tonight.
Carroll's collection includes Heidel's Poems, When the World Turned Around, Collector's Edition
This book is now mine.
I flip it out from under the pillow, turn on the light, and start looking.
In no time my pajamas, pillows and quilts were all wet. I closed the book of poems for a moment and sobbed softly under the velvet quilt.
Then I heard the sound of something hard slamming against the window lattice.
I crawled out of the bed, wiped my face hastily, and looked out the window calmly—
Frius is flapping my window with his wings.
I opened the window and the cold night wind blew softly in.
Frius looked at me. I can't understand the expression of this dragon.
"I was about to go to bed and found that you have a light and a sound here," Frius explained.
I remember that the senses of a dragon are much more sensitive than that of ordinary humans. He lives next to me, and our balcony is connected. I can see the light here naturally.
I do not know what to say. I can't say the words that I cried when I read Heidel's poems.
I could only bow my head and tell him, "I'm fine."
Frius did not speak.
After a while he asked me, "Would you like to try the feeling of flying?"
I looked up at him in shock.
Having been with him for more than half a year and nearly a year, I know very well how proud Dragon is, and I have long given up the plan to ride on him and let him take me around.
I think my eyes and expressions have betrayed myself.
Frius flew a little further, I hurriedly put on my cape and pushed the door open to the balcony. Frius swooped back like lightning, grabbed my front, turned his head and put me on his back.
I was caught off guard by this, dizzy, and when I reacted, my hands were already instinctively clasping his neck.
Frius let out a soft whistle and took me straight into the sky—Yuehui, Xingzi, and Liuyun all seemed to be by my side. The night wind was cold, but traveling through it made me feel excited and happy.
He flew so high that I could see my territory and the lands beyond—the sky and the earth were so vast that I could even see the silent sea of death. I know that beyond the sea is the hometown of Frius, which is a wider world.
My heart suddenly became quiet and gentle, as if everything unknown in the distance no longer frightened me. I just need to be reverent and move forward.
Victory is not arrogant, defeat does not need to be dry.
Frius slowed down. We wandered among the stars and the moon, silently.
It wasn't until I shivered on his back that Frius accelerated again and quickly took me back to the fort.
He took me and put me back on the balcony, then leaned his neck over and pressed his chin to my neck.
"You're so cold." There was a hint of annoyance in his iceberry wine-like voice, and he involuntarily put me back on his back, carried me into his room, and pulled me down with his claws and put it in his arms.
I cuddled in his chest, feeling like some kind of little animal in his palm.
However, the long-cherished joy regained the upper hand, and I reminisced about the feeling of flying in the sea of clouds, and I quickly fell asleep in Frius's arms.
I think Frius is really just a dragon.
Not at all as contempt for human pride and bad temper as those recorded in those books will destroy the world without a word.