The Heavens: Hogwarts Transfer Students.

Chapter 446 The King of Feng

At night, there was an orange firelight shining through the tent. The tent cloth was like a shadow puppet screen, but there was no figure floating under the light.

"Ha." Linde lay on his side on the bed, looked at Millicent's face, and suddenly laughed.

"What's wrong? Is there something on my face?"

"I just suddenly remembered the plots of many movies."

"Ok?"

"Look, we are hiding in bed now, looking at each other under the lamp. Doesn't it feel warm? In many movies, the widowed hero often flashes back to this scene when recalling his wife."

"You're talking bad about me." Millicent criticized implicitly and gently. She was being coquettish, but it didn't sound obvious.

"I'm just imagining a fragment of the future - remembering you. Although it will happen many years later, maybe tomorrow, maybe the next second I close my eyes, I will think of this scene. Hiding in bed and looking at you , it does have a different feeling.”

Millicent's honey-colored eyes flashed with complicated expressions. Her attention left Lind. Then she sighed, stretched out her hand to pull off the quilt, and stretched her head to breathe in the filtered air in the tent.The magic fragrance Linde uses is soapy, like the sunlight shining through the glass window on the balcony at noon.

He said that he particularly liked the smell, and that the smell was a deep and strong memory.

Linde also poked his head out of the bed.He asked funnyly: "Why are you angry?"

"I should be angry, you can't always be like this."

"What do you want to say?"

"You are always immersed in the vision of the future and remembering the past. Because of this, you are distanced from the present. You look at your life like an audience in a theater. You always have a cold-eyed view, so you will To say such irritating words. Doesn’t the me in front of you impress you more than the me in the prophecy?”

"That makes sense. It's really hit the nail on the head, my Mi Bao."

"What you said is really nice!" Millicent's cheeks were hot with his affectionate call, and her attitude softened, "But it's not nice enough. Do you know what I'm thinking?"

"No doubt you are trying to persuade me."

"Then you are very wrong. It seems that you don't know everything." Millicent gently turned her waist and moved sideways into his arms like a snake, pressing him to turn over and lie down. On Linde.

Her red hair hung down like the velvet curtains of a four-poster bed, and the light passed through her hair, covering her cheeks in the warm light of the grid, and her eyes were blurred and misty.

Linde put his hands behind his head, and his smiling expression showed a clear calmness.

"I won't advise you. People who know too much are never happy. How can I accuse you of being omniscient? I just want you to know what I saw."

"What did you see?" Lind felt like he was reciting lines to compliment her, while Millicent's every word of love was a revelation.

"you."

"It's not me. It would be a ghost story if there was a third person in our tent."

Millicent was briefly amused. She lowered her head and chuckled, then raised her head again. The honey in her eyes seemed to drip down, forming a thick layer of amber on his face.

"I'm not finished yet."

"Oh, then go on."

"I saw Lind." "Yes, me."

"Don't interrupt...I see your face, your eyebrows, your eyelashes."

"No nose hairs, right?"

"puff."

Lind could feel Millicent's tough, soft body trembling.

"You can continue to make nonsense. I can repeat it a thousand times or ten thousand times. I saw you, Linde, who fascinated me for a long time. I wanted to touch your eyebrows gently with my fingers. Is it with a warm ball? As soft and delicate as dust? I want to gently touch your cheeks with my palms, gently raise the corners of your mouth, and make your deep and cold expression become funny.

"Lin De, I want to put my fingertips against your lips and feel the hot breath you blow on the back of my hand. I want to knead your earlobes a little harder and share what you said in my ears. I breathe into your ear like a whisper. I also want to put my chin against the tip of your nose and draw circles on it, so that the air you exhale flows along my neck and blows into my collar.

"This is what I was thinking when I saw you. I want to become a puppy without any worries. I just want to be by your side. I don't think about what will happen in the future. I just want to live for you for one day. If I imagine parting , imagine that I am old and feeble, like a crumpled rag, but you are still radiant beside the sickbed. What if I imagine that one day after my death, you suddenly say: If only Millicent was still here. What if I imagine you have traveled countless light years, met countless good people, and changed the fate of countless people, only to find that there is no one around you.

"Lin De, I don't think like that, because missing you will crush me. Even if I just mention it casually, I already want to cry. But when I see you, I only feel happy, but there is no Where are the tears?”

The words that came out of Millicent's mouth were like a rain of gravel, smashing into the hearts of two people at the same time.

Linde could feel her excitement, and her scorching hot heart was like an incandescent iron core, piercing the loneliness that Linde had stared at for eternity.Even if he could see through Millicent's infinite moods in the infinite future, when these moods were truly revealed in front of him, they were far more profound and poignant than a calm glance in history.

He felt bad, very bad.

"Look!" Millicent shouted happily, in a lowered voice of course, "you're shy!"

"Ah -" Linde sighed and pinched his eyebrows, "No wonder."

"No wonder what?"

"I can see all the futures of others, but there is no myself in these futures, because I transcend the timeline. But because of this, I didn't expect it. I didn't expect that these words of yours would actually come out when I said them to my face. Such strength makes me more dizzy than a hammer hitting me in the face. Millicent, you are really..."

"What's wrong with me?" she asked eagerly. Her body was as hot as a fever, her fingers were shaking uncontrollably, and her lips were dry and white. Her soul had already thrown itself in front of him, and the breath she breathed was the form of her soul. Tangled in the space a foot between them.

"You are really eloquent. Much more eloquent than I thought. You really don't look like a girl who has lost her memory."

"I can be silent, I can be as quiet as ever, just looking at you quietly, counting my heartbeats every second I'm in the same room with you. You know I read a lot of books, and during your Christmas vacation Here, I am in a different world. Apart from helping to run the tavern and reading books, there is nothing else to do.

"I like books because I'm doing the same thing as you. I've read a lot of poetry before I know it. If you want to hear it, I can recite Shakespeare's sonnets. I also like Adonis -' When I sink my eyes into yours, I glimpse the deep dawn, I see the ancient yesterday, I see everything I cannot comprehend, I feel the universe flowing between your eyes and mine.'"

At this moment, Linde felt that the girl in front of him was simply wonderful. Her red hair was burning like wildfire, and her fair and thin cheeks were more gorgeous than the peach blossoms that Wuling people walked past.

The story of her life is like a long collection of poems. Lind has read every sentence, and now the footnotes of each sentence are his own. The strange and clear notes written by a ghost suspended outside the dimension are Millicent. A poem dedicated to Linde with his life.

He responded softly: "'I give orders to the stars, I stop and look, I make myself the throne, the king of the wind.'"

"Lind, ah--Lind, please be merciful," cried Millicent.

Linde sat up gently, took his hands out from behind his head, and hugged her tightly.

The shadow puppet lights at night are turned off, and the figures float in the darkness, like two transparent jellyfish dancing in the waves.

(End of this chapter)