Carlos woke up suddenly, and the moment he opened his eyes, he forgot what kind of dream he had, but was covered in cold sweat, and...a person was grabbing his hair.
Carlos's temples throbbed wildly, and he lowered his head almost tremblingly. The expression on his face finally became horrific - Archbishop Leo Aldo, was lying naked on his bed.
What hit him even more was that even under the warm quilt, he could still feel the stickiness of his lower body that could not be ignored. Carlos tremblingly planned to lift the quilt, but accidentally knocked something on the head of the bed , his sword fell to the ground with a "snap", making a loud noise.
The pig was about to wake up, obviously Aldo was not a pig.
Aldo opened his eyes and glanced at him. He seemed to be stung by the morning light. He covered it with his hands in discomfort, let go of Carlos's hair, and muttered hoarsely, "It's so early."
Carlos noticed with horror that there was a distinct bruise on his exposed shoulder.
"I..." Carlos's voice was very dry, his scalp exploded, his heartbeat soared to one hundred and four just after waking up, and he used all his strength to suppress the panic. He heard himself asking, "I, I did to you What?"
He thought it was one of the stupidest things he had ever heard in his life.
Aldo stared at him for a while, smiled, and said softly, "It's nothing."
He looked haggard, and Carlos felt that no matter how he looked at him, he looked like he was forced to smile after being tortured by an inconsiderate lover all night, so he lifted the quilt, and then was beaten to pieces by the mess inside, There was even blood stains on the quilt, I don't know where it came from... Anyway, Carlos knew it wasn't on him.
He suddenly became more haggard than Aldo, and his face was so ugly that he saw a whole new realm.
Aldo looked at his expression, gave a wry smile, and sat up propping his body up: "I said nothing..." Then his voice stopped abruptly, his movements froze there, and a fleeting flash across his face But distinct pain.
Carlos put his elbows on his knees, pressed his forehead, his shoulders slumped, and his mind was like a stampede of a thousand big fat pigs, and he was messing around when he thought about it.
The atmosphere became awkward in silence.
After some time, Carlos whispered, "Are you hurt?"
Aldo seemed to hesitate for a moment and shook his head.
Carlos sighed and turned to avoid his sight: "Let me see..."
Aldo pressed his hand and stared at him closely.
"No," he said.
"But… "
"I can't say, Karl, please give me some dignity."
Carlos' hands trembled when he said these words—he had woken up with a hangover countless times among homeless people, prostitutes, and even pirates, but he never knew that he had a problem with alcoholism. And at the moment of terror, he really had the heart to kill him.
Did you mean it Aldo? At that moment, Carlos really wanted to ask such a question, but Aldo's calm and pale face easily stuffed a stone in his throat, pressing it there so heavily that he couldn't even fart, even if There are thousands of words and I can only hold back myself.
I had no choice but to turn around by myself, sit on the edge of the bed with my back to Aldo, savoring the shocking thunder alone.
"I did it on purpose." Aldo said it before him, "I'm sorry."
Should I say "it doesn't matter" at this time? Carlos thought desperately.
Aldo sighed, and hugged Carlos from behind, his chin resting on his shoulder, the skin was pressed tightly together, but his heart was separated by two nasty ribs.
Carlos sat quietly for a while without saying a word, then broke away Aldo's hand, silently dressed himself, dragged the deck chair on the carpet, and sat stiffly as if sitting on a crater. On it: "Well, what do you want, His Excellency the Archbishop?"
Aldo looked at him leaning against the head of the bed under the quilt, and asked softly, "Don't you know what I want?"
Carlos was silent for a while, the panic and bewilderment on his face were gradually suppressed, his expression became a little indifferent because of deep thinking, he looked like a businessman sitting behind the negotiating table, as soon as Aldo saw him like this I sighed in my heart, this guy is like this, he can be forced, but he can't be forced too hard, otherwise I don't know what he will do.
Carlos said, "Sorry."
He raised his hand to stop Aldo's voice, then crossed his fingers on the armrest of the chair, and tapped his chin lightly with his fingertips: "In this way, even if you say you did it on purpose, I should indeed be responsible, I promise One thing for you, anything you think can be compensated, even if you want to come back now, or just give me a knife, it's okay."
Aldo smiled wryly: "No matter what, you won't give me a chance anymore? You can give trust to strangers so easily, but you can take it back so easily, it seems that there is always a kind of rejuvenation The illusion of winning it and you never give it a second chance... Carl, Carl...”
Carlos was unmoved in the slightest. He really knew the man in front of him, just like Aldo knew him. They had spent their entire childhood and adolescence together. Even a gesture could make the other person understand what he meant, so he knew very well, Aldo is an unscrupulous man.
"Don't be too greedy." After a while, Carlos said softly, "You have been like this since you were a child, and you are always obsessed with what you can't get—if you don't think about what you want, you can first Consider, my promise stands."
After he finished speaking, he stood up, intending to give himself a basin of cold water, sober up, and vowed never to touch alcohol again.
At this time, Aldo stopped him: "Yes, I have made up my mind."
Carlos stopped and turned to look at him.
"Come here," Aldo waved to him weakly, looked into his eyes and said, "Call me 'Leo'."
"That's it?" Carlos frowned.
"No, a lot," Aldo said, "As you said, I was too greedy, and I eliminated those impossible, those... that have no meaning for the time being, and the only thing I can think of is this one .You know... when you call me it gives me a trip back in time, and I think it's good enough."
Carlos stood by the bed, looking at him with a complicated face, and after an unknown amount of time, he stretched out his hand and held Aldo's face.
"Leo," he said.
Aldo closed his eyes and smiled as if he was indulging in a dream. Carlos looked at his smile, his heart was slightly picked up by something, and then his throat rolled slightly, and he whispered: "I don't want to give birth. You're angry, and I don't hold grudges against you, but... shall we forget about it?"
After finishing speaking, he turned and walked into the bathroom of his room. After a while, there was the sound of "squeaking" water.
never mind? Aldo opened his eyes, but deepened the smile on the corner of his mouth, that's not okay——Dear Carlos, I don't agree.
Taking advantage of this time, he quickly put on his own clothes, and left Carlos' room without a sound—moving freely, without any signs of weakness just now.
What about cheating? It is only a means to an end, and only an honest novice would be apprehensive about it.
To deal with a person like Carlos, three steps forward, two and a half steps back, never let him see the clues, don't touch his warning line. Carlos is the best hunter, well versed in the way of hunting, and it will take a lot of effort to catch him unscathed.
In this gap that made him tangled and regretted, Aldo decided to hurry up and do some serious things—it was hard for him to think of these things when he was so proud that he almost lost his mind. That being said, he is really a very reliable and responsible leader.
He washed up, changed his clothes and went out. Evan, who had just crawled back with two dark circles under his eyes after playing with Gal and all night, looked at the brilliance of spring on His Excellency the Archbishop's face hesitantly.
"Morning." Aldo said happily, "Gal, I need to go to Luther State—although it's important, but it's not that urgent. I don't want to risk my life to take that 'flying chicken'. Is there any way of transportation? ?”
Gal, who often risked his life on business trips riding on the neck of a chicken, swallowed the bread in his mouth, and continued to reach out for the phone with hesitation on his face: "Yes, I will book a train ticket for you, departing directly from Sara State South Station, If you want, I can drive you there—don’t worry, the train runs on the ground, and will never fly up midway... Well, isn’t Karl up?”
"I've woken up, but I'm probably thinking about the meaning of life, so don't disturb him." After Aldo finished speaking, he picked up the plate with bacon and toast and got up and walked away. When he passed by Evan, he said, "Actually, you really You can eat a little ketchup as Carl suggested, and it will be fine after a long time."
Mr. Evan Panda Gorado, with a dull expression that matched his dark circles, watched the archbishop go away.
Carlos, who lost his way at the crossroads of life, didn't show up until noon, when Aldo had already left for Luther State. Gal looked him up and down, and found that besides his bad complexion, he was as serious as if he had gotten it Apart from being an apprentice who doesn't know any of the test papers, there is nothing... well, more adverse physical reactions.
Gal thought about his words for a long time, and then he could hold back a sentence: "Are you okay?"
Carlos looked up at him faintly, and switched the TV to the drama channel without saying a word.
"I mean... a hangover will always cause some discomfort, such as a headache or something," Gal explained in a disguised manner, "Well, we all care about you, you know, we are family."
"So you mean, can you change your last name to Fraret?" Carlos asked resentfully poking potatoes on his plate with his fork.
Gal looked pale: "You can express it in a less misleading way."
Carlos muttered: "Unfilial son."
Gal sneered, and continued to ask tentatively: "You drank too much last night. His Excellency Aldo has been taking care of you. I was a little worried at first. You know, I was worried that he would take advantage of others..."
"Taking advantage of others' danger?" Carlos sneered, "If you think about it with your underwear, he will definitely do it."
Gal's laughter stuck in his throat, and Fengzhong shouted in unison with Evan: "What?!"
"Don't bark," Carlos pressed his temple painfully, "I have a headache—what's the big deal, underage babies?"
"You don't look like 'it's no big deal.'" Now that Mike has been sent back to his grandmother, Evan takes his place as the sharp-tongued man who always reveals the truth.
Carlos glared at him.
Evan was not afraid to add the second half of the sentence - he knew Carlos would not press his face into the soup anyway: "You look like you are silently screaming 'how the fuck did this happen' Same."
Carlos shrugged: "It seems that ketchup does have the effect of increasing people's guts."
"I knew it," Gal sighed, "I shouldn't have thrown you to him with confidence yesterday, so he put you..."
"What did I do to him!" Carlos threw the fork angrily, "Stop your confession, Mr. Xiaoden, that thing expires and is invalid! Please shut up now and let me have a full meal, okay? "
Gal glanced at him thoughtfully, and finally closed his mouth as he said.
"I think..." Evan interjected, ignoring Carlos' murderous gaze, "You should be responsible, Carlos."
To hell with it!
Carlos stood up and turned to leave.
"Hey!" Gal stopped him, "Where are you going?"
"Saint Vincent Hospital!" Carlos said.
"What are you doing there? Also, do you know how to get there?" Gal asked sharply.
Without turning his head, Carlos said, "Of course I know, they told me to take the subway."
"The question is, do you know what a subway is?" Evan seemed to have made up his mind to play such an annoying role all afternoon, as if he would not stop until someone kicked him in the face.
Carlos stopped in his tracks and glared at him angrily: "I can go out and ask someone!"
"Ask what a subway is?" Gal sighed, and put his arms around his shoulders, "Come on, I believe you can do it, but you will be sent home by the police uncle, so let me send you there."