【Moneng】stay gold

They arrived at Longmen Port in the early morning.It was still daylight, and there was a fresh sea flavor in the air that could not be smelled elsewhere. The sky was very clear and the wind was strong.

Mostima finally parked in front of a hotel a few streets from the entrance to the pier, ready to loosen his body that had been trapped in the car all night.Neng Angel felt that Mostima would be more tired than herself, and the two of them took turns driving, but Mostima drove for a longer time, and drove very fast. The accelerator pedal was pressed to the bottom, and it took a long time before it was released.She secretly looked at Mostima, her eyes were a little tired, but at the same time she was determined.

"Go and have a coffee break," said Mostima.The angel nodded, she felt very nervous and alert now, a desperate excitement was beating in her heart, and she probably couldn't eat anything.

The sun was sounding the alarm, the security of the night was evaporating, and she was beginning to really realize the consequences of what they were doing.

"You look tired... some apple pie? You won't be able to eat it when you get on the boat." Mostima's tone was relaxed as if nothing had happened, as if the two of them were out on vacation.She looked around as she spoke, as if she was looking for something in the empty streets where there were not too many pedestrians.

"What are you looking for?" asked the Enchant.

"Ticket dealer. You go back and rest first, I..."

"I want to be with you." The energy angel interrupted her immediately.

"Okay." Mostima smiled. "By the way, I still have luggage. I only have my staff. How about you?"

"My guardian gun, and..." Angela suddenly remembered the suitcase, which contained Mostima's gun.It's in the trunk right now.She completely forgot about it.

"For the car, you can put it here, and let Croissant take it back. But it takes a little thought to make this call, Phoenix has probably reached the Emperor's side..."

The energy angel looked at the Mostima in front of him, wondering if it was a good time to return it to its original owner—but the more he thought about it, the more he worried, there would never be the right time and place—” Moss Tima, there's one more thing I forgot to give you," she said.Opening the trunk, the suitcase, now re-exposed to the light, appeared before the eyes of both men.

The complex expression on Mostima's face was unprecedented for an angel, shock, nostalgia, and a hint of disgust.The two of them didn't speak for a while, and the whistle of the ship sailing was heard in the distance.

"Hmm... I didn't expect you to bring this box." Mostima seemed to be trying to keep calm. Suddenly, she seemed to think of something, and there was a desire to prove it in her eyes. She stretched out her hand, then flinched It took a moment to open the box, and the black gun parts inside were exposed again.Mostima lightly stroked the barrel of the gun. Angel Energy thought she was seeing an old thing and was thinking of how to comfort her, but in front of Angel Energy, Mostima touched it from between the inner wall of the box and the gun cushion. Out came a folded note.

Can Angel was dumbfounded.

"You never found this letter?" Mostima showed a really sad smile.

"I don't know..." Neng Angel was speechless in surprise, "I thought... I wrote to you and you never replied. I thought you wouldn't write back to me. I thought this box was a dumb fan."

"That's because my correspondence was closely monitored at that time. But I will read every letter of yours." Mastema sighed as if accepting her fate. She just opened the letter a little, and quickly closed it again.It was only then that Angel realized that there were several pieces of letter paper, and they were pasted very closely, as if there was only one piece of letter paper.Suddenly Mastema turned and walked to the corner of the parking lot. Her steps were decisive—throwing the letter into the trash can.The energy angel watched her do all this, still controlled by shock, unable to move.

"It's all useless stuff, forget it... let's go."

The sound of the sea can be heard from a distance. In the early morning, there are already a lot of people, in groups of three or five, pouring in from the two entrances of the pier, and people holding luggage and waiting to board the ship stumble in the crowd.Everyone held their heads up strangely and walked in a hurry.The angel looked at their faces, none of whom she knew, and she couldn't help but wonder what life was like for them.The sea under the sun is shining, giving people a very peaceful illusion in a trance.

Mostima said something to a smoking man in the distance, during which the man even glanced at the angel, and she kept looking at them, mainly at Mostima.Can Angel is afraid that she will suddenly disappear into the sea of ​​people again.Seems to have settled the conversation, Mostima turned around and walked back.The energy angel turned his eyes back and stared at his shoes, which had some dust on them.

"Very lucky, the fastest boat to Rutland is this afternoon."

Mostima's shoes came into view, and the energy angel looked up and saw a faint smile on her face.Mostima's long hair was disheveled by the wind, and the energy angel could not help smoothing it behind her ears.Her fingertips touched her ears, a little cold.Mostima was stunned for a moment, and then handed the ticket to Angel Energy.

"It's unbelievable that it went so smoothly." Neng Angel took the ticket.

"Yeah, incredible. I want to find a hotel to sleep and eat. We'll be leaving at four o'clock in the afternoon."

The two returned to the hotel, and Mostima went to open the room, and the angel stared at the crowd outside the window, "I left something in the car, I'll go get it..."

Before Mostima could nod, the angel ran out.She ran to the parking lot, looked around to make sure that Mostima was not there, and ran to the corner, the letter was still lying in the trash can, thank God, there was no dirt and sewage poured on it, and a few dry paper shells underneath , thank goodness, it wasn't dumped, it wasn't missing anything, it didn't even smell like a miracle.I can put it in my pocket with trembling hands, like a treasure.

Mostima has already got the key card and is waiting for her. "Have you got your stuff?" she asked, and the Enchanted nodded falteringly.

They walked through halls, stairs, and corridors, with Mastema leading the way, and the energy angel watching her back.It was unbelievable again, she just walked in front of her eyes, within reach.

Mostima finally stopped in front of a room, the door card clicked, and she pushed the door open.The energy angel followed her in, and the room was very clean. There was a big double bed, the curtains opened automatically, and the sunlight came in. There were two wicker chairs and a small round table beside the bed, and a vase of flowers was placed on the table.An angel walked over to take a closer look, and found that the flower was fake.She heard the door click shut and they were alone in the room now.

The Angel turned around and saw Mastema leaning against the wall, looking at her too.Mostima's eyes were deep, his fingers curled up, and he tapped the wall slowly and softly.Everything that stood between them, everything that haunted and danced in the sun was gone now.

"Aren't you going to tell me everything now? Even as a start?" Neng Angel asked.

"You'll find out soon enough." Her voice was so soft it was barely audible.

"Tell me now."

"The time and place are inappropriate." Mostima smiled wryly.

"There will never be a right time and place." Neng Angel felt that his voice was trembling, and it sounded like he was about to cry.

Mostima bowed her head in silence, turned around, then went to the edge of the bed and sat down, her hair covering her eyes.There was only one lip left on her face, and the energy angel stared at it, waiting for what kind of secret would be revealed from that red lip.

"I love you," said Mastema.

If this sentence had been four years earlier, the Angel of Power would have happily climbed up the tallest tower in Lateran and shouted Mastema's name.But now she was in terrific pain, she felt as if her heart was put into a medicine-grinding bowl, was beaten, crushed, ground, and finally turned into something that no one could understand.Could it be the right time and place to say this in this foreign inn?Can Angel didn't want to be too aggressive, and she didn't say a word for a while.She hated that Mostima lowered his head, as if admitting defeat.She walked over, took Mostima's face in her hands, and bent down to kiss her.

Can Angel feel Mastema's hand touching his face, from chin to ear and back again, back and forth, again and again.When she wanted to end the kiss, she realized how much she didn't want to leave Mastema's lips.Too long, really too long.It has been four years.She longed for Mastema's body, she didn't know where it was going to go, but this was the only thing she knew was out of place.Their lips pressed together, but their bodies kept a polite distance.

That's it, she told herself.stop here.

In the end it was Mastema who let her go first.

"Let's go get something to eat," she said.

When the two left the hotel, Angel accidentally saw a man at the service desk in the lobby.The black halo and the broken wings were very conspicuous. He seemed to be going through the formalities. He seemed to feel the gaze of an angel, so he glanced in the direction of the door.Then he turned quickly.

Angel could be sure he saw the Rutland Notary's logo on one shoulder.

"Are you sure?" Mastema asked.

"determine."

"Phoenix moved faster than I thought."

Angel Neng looked back at the hotel, "Let's go now."

"No, let's go eat first." Mostima's voice turned cold, and she didn't seem to be afraid. "Maybe you are wrong."

Can Angel also began to pray that she was wrong, and she regretted mentioning the notary, because the warmth on Mostima disappeared without a trace in an instant.But she knew she was deceiving herself.She had no guns, and Mastema had no staff.They walk around in the streets, and Longmen's snacks have become a local culture. Although there are not as many snack shops here as in the urban area, the number is still considerable.The energy angel has been paying attention to whether there is anyone following behind.

They ended up walking into a bustling restaurant and hiding in the crowd. "We'll know the answer in a little while," said Mostima.

The high-intensity tension and unstoppable drowsiness frayed Angel's nerves. With her back to the door, she could only look at her shiny wine glass, expecting the Sakota man to appear in the reflection of the glass, and expecting herself saw nothing.I don't know how long it has been...

"Here we come," Mastema said softly.

Neng Angel opened his eyes wide, and sure enough, the man appeared in the hall, looking around.His appearance was like a dream.Suddenly, his eyes locked on their direction.

"What are you going to do?" Neng Angel asked, already consciously touching the table knife.

"No, don't do this." Mostima pinched Angel's wrist, her hand was cold, "Let's talk to him."

The table next to it had new guests, and it seemed that they were a family of four who came out to play together.A small child kicked and creaked a chair, another kept saying he was hungry and wanted to eat.The father lovingly stroked his little daughter's hair, while the mother looked curiously at the Yanguo-style decoration of the restaurant.The Noah watched the happy family and hid the knife under the table.She suddenly felt grief, anger, and no one could stop her and Mostima from leaving.

"If you don't want to be there, then..."

"At this time, you still talk to me like this?"

The energy angel stared at Mostima, who suddenly burst out laughing. "The angel is on my side, and I can't lose," she said, reaching for the hand that put the angel on the table.

The man came over.Without warning, he took the empty seat next to them.Can Angel feel that his scalp is going to explode. "Can I sit here, there are many people." A voice without any emotion.She looked up at the man, a tall young Sakota man with broken wings and a black halo.Those hard eyes, dark irises surrounded by red light, no expression on his face, nothing about himself could be read from him, an empty nothing.There was the logo of the Rutland Notary Office on the armband on his arm, and the sleeve bulged abnormally, probably hiding a guardian gun.

"It seems that Phoenix's mind is quick enough." Mostima laughed.

"Mostima." The man's voice became very low, like an autumn wind blowing dry leaves, "You are suspected of violating the secret agreement, I suggest that you better join your supervisor as soon as possible and deal with the mess you left, so that It's in your best interest."

"My best interests are with me at the moment. I'm not going back."

"If you already have a deep understanding of the consequences of your reckless actions...then I'm afraid we have nothing to talk about." The man said, and he glanced at the angel.

At that glance, Neng Angel felt the long-lost malice from Lateran.She could feel a mockery in that look, a desire to tear them apart.She and Mostima, two women, what the hell is that saying?Against the doctrine?

Can angels don't care.She knew Mastema didn't care either.

She stared at the man's sleeve.Did he hit the jackpot?She was sure that she could hold a knife to the other person's neck in a second, but now it was a public place, and it was never a good way to solve the problem by force.The next family is still excitedly planning a boat trip.From the corner of her eye, she focused on Mostima, her head held high, her body like a straight line.

There was an argument in the distance, a curse, and something smashed to the ground.The whole hall fell silent instantly, and everyone looked in that direction.Only the song that I don't know where is still going on, the music is winding, circling, and rising into the sky.Then it stopped abruptly.

Mostima suddenly laughed.

At the same time, the human voice suddenly began to recover, and the hall became noisy again.

"No, you're not going to kill me. Your order must have included one: keep my life safe, right?"

A very small subtlety flashed across the man's face, which could be caught by an angel.

"Well, I won't make a deal with you, I want to make a deal with them." Mostima pointed to his halo, and took out something from his pocket, so that Angel dared not take his eyes off the sleeve of the person opposite him Open, can only vaguely see a mass of dark red.Mostima highlighted the thing on the table, and then pushed it to the person opposite.When the man caught it, the angel could see clearly—a bag of blood.

"In this way, they will be satisfied. We have a handle on each other. Don't chase after me, or I won't guarantee that you can return to Lateran alive. Aneng, let's go."

After Mastema finished speaking, he turned around without any defense.The man's last impression on No Angel was a face mixed with surprise and intrigue.

They ended up on Rutland's boat.Can Angel collapsed on the bed almost as soon as she arrived in the room, she was so tired that she didn't even have the strength to ask questions.The nerves that had been tense and tense for a day and a night were completely relaxed.Mostima put the things away, and the energy angel pulled her skirt, with her head up, and Mostima sat beside her knowingly, she put her head on Mostima's lap, and fell into it almost instantly. sleep.

When the energy angel woke up again, the boat had already docked.She suspected that Mostima had played a trick—how did the time go by so fast?She felt like she had just fallen asleep.

"Are you awake?" Mostima handed her a glass of water, "We are going to get off the boat."

"I feel... a bit strange." Being able to move the body of the angel, the sense of balance is different, the objects seem to be endowed with different meanings, the sense of distance has also shifted, and everything in front of me seems to have changed.She looked at Mostima, staring at her for a long time.

"It's good to go ashore."

They found a car, and Mostima carried it out to the destination: the Summer Palace.Only then did Angel recall the purpose of their trip, "Are we going back to the Summer Palace?"

"Correct."

"Where did you bury things?"

"Well. Buried under a tree by the Mirror Lake." Mostima paused, "Under that tree, you played for me the music you arranged yourself."

Can Angel frowned, "Does that matter mean so much to you?"

A few hours later, they were standing on the edge of Mirror Lake.Can Angel feels as if it has been a lifetime, unable to determine everything, and the feeling of walking on thin ice strikes again.The post office, the bar, the tranquil vegetation, the sunset that is always as rich as an oil painting, the rosy mirror lake, the eyes left by God in the world, and... of course, the Angel Tower.She once wanted to show Mostima a look at Mirror Lake, thinking that this would make Mostima realize the insignificance and eternity of human beings.How arrogant she had been.

"Would you like to go home and have a look?" Mastema asked.

"Home? ... No, I don't want to. I'm not sure."

They dug out a small iron box under the tree.Mostima opened it, and inside was a tape.The energy angel looked at Mostima, "Is this what you wanted to show me? What was recorded in it?"

Mostima was silent, "The truth. And... the ugly."

They finally went back to take a look at the villa where they used to live, only to find that the lights were on inside.It turned out that someone new had moved in.At this moment the house has lost all meaning.But it is always good to be able to make the angel feel calm and make the best use of everything, and she has changed a lot.They eventually left the town, and No Angel hoped it would be the last time they left.

As the sun went down, they reached another small town and found a hotel to stay.Mostima bought a radio specially and went out.She didn't want to hear it again.

The energy angel was curious about what was in the tape, but instead of playing the tape right away, she took out the letter that Mastema had thrown away and picked up again by herself.She took a deep breath, opened the letter, and read it again.Watched it again.

Mostima from four years ago was telling her...

"Dear able angel,

I hope you can read this letter calmly.Remember, be calm.

The court opened today, but I didn't attend directly.It is no longer necessary.

I have a hunch that what has happened you may never know - how can I guess what they will do to you?It goes without saying that the news is opaque, and I have given up imagining how dirty some people's methods can be.

The truth is, I did kill people, including children, and I know it's something that the most shameless person would not do, but then I was pushed into a very ugly situation - if I didn't kill them, Then I shall die before that empty and indifferent cathedral.

The people in my team, I later investigated, were all stones in the way.We were formed temporarily and used as guns, including your sister.sorry.

All letters written to me by others have been intercepted, including yours.I don't know how many were withheld, and how many were lucky enough to end up in my hands.One day, someone suddenly negotiated with me that if I obey the arrangement (just plead guilty and continue to work hard), then everyone will be safe.including you.Do you understand it?How, how despicable and shameless these methods are.The man (I don't want to write his disgusting name) said you were young and you adored me.Your name coming out of his mouth is nothing short of humiliating to you.He will never know what the real good things in the world are. The summer I spent with you was the brightest moment in my life. At this moment, I am deep in hell. I can only recall those beautiful days over and over again so I can hold on go down.

You're sure to blame yourself, and you'll want to ask me: Would I still be in prison if they hadn't cast their vicious net at your feet?The answer is no.But do I blame you?Won't.I will never allow you to have any thoughts of self-blame, in the whole world, you are the last person who should be involved. "

The eyes of an angel can be blurred.She wiped away her tears, opened the next page of letter paper,

"As for me, you don't have to worry. I prepared for the worst from the start, so I brought a gun and a bug to my first internal meeting. They told me to disarm me. I didn't listen, and they didn't." Just let it go - maybe they couldn't believe it, and didn't even think that I would shoot my own kind. They were wrong.

I recorded the entire process of the meeting. If this point were placed on an ordinary notary office official, I am afraid it would be a crime of depriving political life.But I've long since put myself in that category.Immediately after the meeting, before anything could happen, I sent the tape to Terra's most reliable insurance company.I signed a sky-high contract, the content is that I will personally confirm my property every month, as long as I don't show up, the property will be automatically sent to the Sarkaz government.

There are also people who sympathize with me here. Some people have sent me books and newspapers, and some people have advised me to forget all this when the dust settles.But I will never forget, because once I choose to forget deliberately, it means that there will always be shame knocking on the door of my heart in the future.Erasing one's past means curbing one's future.I have to be honest with myself that it's none of my business what other people say or do.The most important thing for me right now is to calm down the extremely strong self-destructive tendency in my heart. I am the only survivor in the squad. If I compromise now and indulge myself withered, it would be an insult to my comrades-in-arms.

As for my horn, as I said earlier, I couldn't control myself and killed a Sakota on the day of the first internal meeting.This may also be the result of me inheriting the fatal nature of my family... I haven't told you about my family, a family full of fallen angels and full of evil. I once determined to get rid of the shadow of the family before I chose to work in the government... Too boring to talk about.

I hope you can understand me, Neng, understand why I have not heard from me, understand why I have decided not to see you again, understand why I ask you not to come to me.Even after this mess is over, I have to keep silent.Make up your mind and move.If you can't understand, it can only be regarded as I think highly of you.But you've always been the smartest guy I've ever met, haven't you?

Remember to burn the letter after reading it.As for my guardian gun, I no longer need it.If one day this box becomes cumbersome and dangerous, just throw it away.

Don't come to me.

Mostima. "

The angel read the letter and read it again.Attached to the letter was a handwritten poem, no, not a poem, but lyrics. Lyrics of "staygold".Can Angel remember that record, only the melody without lyrics.She finished reading the lyrics, stood up slowly, and took a few steps unconsciously, struggling to fight against the urge in her heart to leave everything behind.She put her hands on the desk, stood for a while, took a deep breath, turned on the radio, and started playing the tape.

"...Mostima, you shot Divol that day, along with thirteen Sarkaz citizens..."

……

Can the angel go to Mostima.

She opened the door and found that Mostima had been guarding the door, with cigarette butts all over the place.

The two hugged each other almost at the same time, hot tears welled up in her eyes, and Nengtian could hardly speak a word accurately, her throat was hurting violently.She heard Mastema's heartbeat, that long-lost, powerful heartbeat.

"Why did you wait so long?" asked the Nengangel.

"Because... I thought I wasn't qualified anymore. I thought I wouldn't have any extravagance. Right..."

"I love you." The angel interrupted her, and she didn't want to hear anything else except these three words, "I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you." I can't say anything else, all the emotions turn into these three words in the end, "I love you."

In the dark room, Mostima held her tightly in his arms and kissed her vigorously. She took off Mostima's coat and stroked her lover's back through a layer of lining, from shoulder blade to tail The vertebrae, the bony ribs, she marveled at the fact that Mastema's body had become hers now, and she belonged to Mastema completely.Their bodies are intertwined, fit together, and warm each other, making Angel feel that the gaps in her soul have been filled, and the fear she felt when she tortured herself over and over again in the middle of the night disappeared, and love made her complete.She guides her hand...

Mostima kissed her, kissed her hard, she turned her head and bit Mostima's lips until a fishy smell spread in each other's mouths.

Looking back on the past days, those reckless, youthful, doubtful, joyful, sad, and cautious, Angel never feels regretful.She imagined that looking from the Angel Tower to the distance, the scenery is as rich as an oil painting, with endless green plants. When she stands on the tower, she is bathed in the sunset like the holy light, and her same-sex lover is standing beside her. people.

An angel has never been so happy, as if all the shackles on her have been broken, life can no longer be beautiful, even if they miss so much, they are finally lucky to have each other.She wept bitterly.

"What's wrong?" Mastema asked.

Can Angel choked up and shook his head, tears could not stop.She cried because she had wronged her, because it was not Mastema who had abandoned her, but she had abandoned Mastema.Because no one in this world has ever loved her like Mostima.She wept because they had been so close, so close, to passing each other forever.When she did realize that so much had been lost from her life, she was shamefully unaware.shame.sorrow.pain.loyalty.wake up.Her tears flowed into her intertwined hair.

"I didn't do anything."

"No, you saved me."

"But I didn't do anything."

"Ah Neng, the mere existence of some people is enough to make others feel happy and redeemed. Among thousands of friends and enemies, you are the only one who has made me see the light."

Mostima kissed her.Don't stop, please.

When spring comes again, Mostima, I want to find a quiet seaside town with you elsewhere, like another summer palace, where there will be green rivers, cool and tidy streets, and fields full of flowers , a small and lovely house, there will be music floating from the windows along the street to the outside from time to time, we will live there for a while, and when the sad aftertaste in life has completely settled, we will go to the future together, with you.No matter who is standing opposite this time, it will not be able to separate us.When the wind blows, I'll play that song for you.

"My darling stay gold."

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