Endless Debt

Boluogo returned to his serious look, as if nothing could affect him, like an efficient and cold machine called an expert.

Aimu knew that he was not really indifferent. On the contrary, Boluogo was a sentimental guy.

She heard Bologg tell the story of Adele. Bologg didn't mention that story many times, and the content was not detailed, but Aimu could see Bologg's eyes as he told that story. At this time, Boluogo's eyes sparkled.

It's not often that Bologna shows his softer side.

When saying goodbye to Irwin for the last time, Aimu felt that an indifferent person would not write that ending, let alone an indifferent person would not choose to save himself.

Aimu feels that Boluogo has strong emotions, but this person is not good at expressing these emotions, so he always has a cold face and often uses work and experts to extricate himself, like a seemingly Dead volcano.

Bologg continued to live with this attitude until Irwin left a crack in his strong heart, and Bologg tried to make the crack bigger, or even completely break the shackles.

After realizing this, Aimu suddenly realized what he could do for Boluogo.

It's a pity that I can't pretend to be drunk.

Aimu thought that drunkenness was a good excuse for everyone to say completely what they usually couldn't say, but Aimu didn't drink, and Boluogo even more so.

"Are you really unwilling to drink because of some expert attitude?"

Aimu narrowed his eyes and looked at Boluogo carefully. Boluogo didn't understand why she suddenly mentioned this, and casually said, "I drank for a while, and then I quit."

"when?"

"When I was in the military, I would drink alcohol almost whenever I had time, and sometimes I would take some psychotropic drugs," Bologo did not say clearly, "some stimulants. Only in this way can we maintain high concentration for a long time." For several hours, this is the only way to numb our fear of death."

"Then there was the first year of work, and my mental state was very bad during that time. Fortunately, it all passed."

Aimu asked, "Well...are you unwilling to drink because you are afraid of showing your bad side?"

Boluogo didn't respond. He thought it might be because it was difficult for him to fully accept others, just like his own resistance when Amu said he wanted to try the mental image.

It's not that Boluogo hates others, it's more like... he hates himself. Boluogo doesn't have the courage to show his true self to others.

A noble person.

Such thoughts flashed through Boluogo's mind. He himself couldn't figure out how to become such a person, so he could only put shackles on himself one after another, and he was unwilling to take them off even in front of close relatives.

"The feeling you give me is very strange, Boluogo."

"What's weird?"

"Sometimes it's very enthusiastic, sometimes it's very cold. It makes people confused."

Aimu took a deep breath. If you want to conquer a high mountain, you must first have the courage to climb. She controlled her expression and said, "Just... hot and cold, I often feel that I have made you angry. "

Burlogo replied decisively, "No, there isn't."

Aimu took advantage of the victory and pursued it, "Then why is this happening?"

She has seen the changes in Boluogo during this period, but with the limit of Boluogo's personal ability, that is to say, it is just a joke. She wants to bring him one step closer. Without external interference, It’s simply a fantasy.

"Why……"

Boluogo thought deeply. Until now, he had not realized the significance of the conversation between Aimu and him. He only regarded it as a normal discussion and thought about it seriously.

After about a minute, Boluogo spoke.

"Amu, I'm not good at socializing."

Aimu looked forward to what Boluogo would say next.

"Communication between people is more difficult than I thought. Compared with these, I am better at speaking with a sword, but I also know that this kind of thing is inevitable, and I must try it sooner or later."

Boluogo stopped as he spoke. He was surprisingly serious about this matter. He was thinking carefully about every sentence, but he couldn't think of an accurate answer.

"I don't have many friends."

"continue."

"So I care about what you think, and I will perform myself as perfectly as possible."

"But that's not the case with you and Palmer."

Aimu glanced at Palmer who was cheering. He cast another miraculous value, and he was as excited as a gorilla who had obtained the right to a spouse.

"I'm right, right? You are very relaxed when you are with Palmer, talk random things, and watch random movies together. Is it because you are more accepting of him? Or is it because you don't care about him, so you don't care about him?" Don’t you care what he thinks?”

Aimu tried to deepen the conversation, with a cunning look on his face, like a little fox poking out of the grass.

"No, it's not that I don't care about Palmer, it's just that he doesn't need me to take him seriously," Bologo said. "We are friends. No matter how close our relationship is, there is always a distance, and that distance is not something that can Filled. That’s Vosilin’s spot.”

Boluogo was arranging his words. At this time, he realized that he was very clumsy. Aimu also noticed this. She was wondering if she had gone too far.

"In a house, everyone lives in different rooms and rolls around in the living room together when needed, but when the door is closed, no one can break into your world - except the person you can really accept."

"so?"

"So Palmer is my roommate, in every sense of the word. When I get along with him, I won't worry about him breaking into my world."

Boluogo said and looked at Aimu. He frowned, his eyes were full of thoughts, and he obviously didn't drink, but there was a feeling of drunken sadness on his face.

"I don't know how to treat you. I'm not good at socializing, let alone with the opposite sex."

"Then you and Bailey had a good chat?"

"Are you sure I had a good chat with her?"

If it is not necessary, Boluogo will never talk to Bailey, and he will even take a detour if he encounters her by chance.

Seeing Boluogo's strong reaction, Aimu couldn't help but smile, and then said, "Then why? Is it because you hate her?"

"It's not really annoying."

"Then we are of the opposite sex, why can you get along peacefully with her, but you can be hot and cold towards me?"

Before Boluogo could answer, Aimu struck while the iron was hot, "Do I mean something different to you?"

Boluogo still looked calm, talking about his own thoughts without answering Aimu's question.

"Sometimes the more you care about something, the more worried you will be about the other person's opinion, the more reserved you will become, and the more you will want to make yourself perfect."

Boluogo asked back, "You became very reserved before, and why? Is the relationship unfamiliar? I think we were already very familiar at that time, and we were considered good brothers through life and death.

So what do you care about? "

Boluogo's sudden counterattack caught Aimu off guard.

As Bologg said, Aimu cared very much about how Bologg looked at her, so she worked hard to learn, to get better, and to show her own value in crisis actions. This was the same as Bologg at this time. So similar.

Aimu was dumbfounded, not knowing what to say. She looked calm on the surface, but in fact her facial expression was almost out of control.

The two people were like scholars, discussing strange issues seriously.

Bologg didn't say it clearly, but Aimu felt that he got the answer he wanted. Bologg also cared about himself, so he became so weird, hot and cold, because he didn't know what to do.

Yes, Boluogo seems to be an immortal, but if you calculate it carefully, he has actually spent less than thirty years, not to mention that most of the time he spent was fighting and killing.

Boluogo has experienced many things, and his heart is as hard as stone, but emotionally he is as barren as a desert. Even if there are seeds falling, he does not know how to maintain them.

Aimu hid her face in the shadows. She felt that if this topic continued, it would easily get out of control.

"You can be more interesting, Boluogo, with your words. Don't always look so cold and serious."

Aimu sincerely suggested this. In the conversation just now, she felt like she was listening to Boluogo's experimental report.

"I don't like this. There is no basis for establishing a relationship. Too casual words will make me feel...feel..."

Boluogo didn't know how to describe that feeling for a moment, and then he heard another cheer.

Sere stepped on the table and laughed loudly at Palmer. He had been lucky for a night and finally met his doom.

"I think I'm going to be like Sere, and I don't want to be like that," Bologo said. "I have very high standards for myself."

Aimu said, "But without some bold moves, no matter how sincere you are, it will be difficult for the relationship to continue to advance, right?"

Boluogo fell silent, and his expression did not change much from beginning to end, but Aimu could see his trembling eyes, wandering around as if fleeing.

This seems a bit difficult for Boluogo, like a paradox that is difficult to break.

Aimu was silent. After a long time, she let out a long sigh and reached out to pat Boluogo on the shoulder.

"At least it's a good start."