Allen and his little bones [Western Fantasy]

The brave and fierce hero in the rumors, once stripped of that layer of "legendary filter", seems to be just a mortal who is more talented than ordinary people.

Without being selected as one of the "Three Great Legends", he has a reinforced iron frame and has become a "legendary body" ever since.

Nor is it because he is said to be the "son of the God of War" that he really has a godhead, can escape from the vulgar entanglement of the seven emotions and six desires, and lives and is born again.

He will still be trapped in the emotional entanglement that all ordinary people will have, and he will be close to nostalgia.

For the matter of "being forgiven", Hall had expectations and doubts at the same time, so he finally chose to run away.

"I don't want to confirm, but I still have a thought." After a short silence, the senior continued, his voice was so low that he almost muttered, "If there is nothing to settle, you can still talk to me from time to time. Think about it...what if?"

What if the access to the manor was really restored, what if he was really forgiven when an elder passed away?

As long as you don't confirm it, this "what if" will last forever in your heart, and no one can burst this beautiful and beautiful bubble.

It was placed there by Hall "just in case", and it turned out to be safe and sound for nearly a hundred years. It became another unresolved question in the heart of the hero after "Will Lawrence and I get back together?"

It's like a weight tied to the heart by a thin thread. I don't know if the rope will suddenly break one day, and it will fall down.

Since he couldn't comment on whether the senior's ostrich behavior was good or bad, and felt that he didn't have the position to comment, Alan didn't answer after Hall finished speaking, and he just became a quiet listener.

Hall stared at a certain place in the room for a while, as if he had quickly fallen into the past memories.

Eli, who was asleep, continued to bury his head on Alan's shoulder, ignorant of the conversation in the room that had been blessed by magic.

For a while, the room was so quiet that a needle could be heard.

The wind didn't know when it stopped.

As long as there is no need to be disturbed by anyone, the candlestick that can glow and heat by itself is still working hard, and occasionally makes a unique "rustling" sound when it is burning.

This noise, which is usually not able to attract much attention, seems to be magnified several times in the exceptionally quiet night.

By the time Allen realized it, he had already adjusted his arms around Eli, and changed his posture so that the other's neck would not bend too much, while unconsciously turning his gaze to the candlestick.

Hall did exactly the same thing he did.

The senior looked at the flickering candle lightly, and slowly, those two lights finally came into his eyes clearly.

He woke up from the memory.

"...that's not okay."

Hall, who woke up from his memory, seemed to mutter this sentence in a low voice. His voice was softer than when he spoke just now, and it almost merged with the rustling sound of the candlestick. However, Alan still easily caught it. The senior was a little puzzled by these words, and then saw Hall let out a long breath.

The opponent straightened his body that had been leaning against the wall for a long time, and his shoulders that had been on the verge of collapsing just now were also straightened.

Hall seemed to have suddenly realized that it was not good for him to show his decadent side in front of the juniors, and wanted to immediately restore his previous mental appearance. After closing his eyes for a short time, he actually gave Alan a "bitterness" that was no longer compatible with "bitterness". Bian smiled: "I almost made you read a joke, sorry."

Allen didn't know whether to be surprised by Hall's rare and serious "sorry" first, or to shake his head at the first half of the other's sentence.

After weighing briefly for half a minute, he gave priority to the latter.

"You don't have to apologize to me," Allen said.

Then he hesitated for a moment, thought for a while, and decided to continue to speak out his true thoughts: "You have heard many times about Eli's troubles. Although it seems that you act casually occasionally, in fact, the key suggestions you give every time are fine. It is very effective, you have helped us a lot, if you also have troubles that you want to talk to, and you don’t mind talking about it, Eli and I are very willing to listen.”

Hall frowned slightly.

Allen: "We may not be able to give many equally effective suggestions, but at least we can be good listeners."

"... This makes it even more difficult for me." Hall rubbed the center of his eyebrows, his words sounded like a complaint, but his eyebrows stretched a little more, as if he was smiling more sincerely than before.

Allen hasn't figured out whether the senior's "difficult" sentence is a joke or a sincere one—he finds that Hall's "natural optimism" is not only a part of the other party's nature, but also a nearly perfect protective color—this surname and The inseparable seniors of Alberta College had already left the wall, walked up to him in a few steps, and stopped within a distance of touching each other with an arm stretched out.

Allen was pressed on the head by Hall, but he didn't escape.

This taste is a novelty to Allen.

It is basically Eli's "exclusive" to be randomly rubbed by Hall on weekdays. It may not be that Hall has never cared about Allen, but Allen seems to have a kind of personality that is difficult for people to claw. His temperament made the senior's hands freeze for a round every time they were only in the "ready to move" stage. After calming down, the "Hand of Evil" changed the target with ease and rubbed another one. The more docile and oppressive junior Eli.

It wasn't until just now that Hall succeeded in attacking Allen for the first time.

He gently rubbed the top of the black-haired young man's head twice, and let go of his hand: "Anyway, I'm a few rounds older than you and Eli, and I also have such a thing as a 'predecessor's face'."

Alan has already been rubbed by his mentor Anthony enough times today, and was rubbed by Hall again. Although he was surprised in his heart, he didn't feel unacceptable. I'm sorry for the trouble."

"Of course I can't say it's bothering me." Hall couldn't help but started again, and he said, "The problem here is me, because I think that as a senior, I should appear to be experienced and able to handle things with ease. How can I let the young people see the despondent side by not paying attention? I have not passed the hurdle in my heart, and I always feel that I am a bit "disqualified as a senior". Sorry—so for the sake of your hapless senior's little self-esteem, let's change the subject next?"

Allen quickly digested Hall's confession, and a smile appeared on his lips.

After figuring out that his good intentions should be communicated, he agreed to Hall's proposal to change the subject.

Because the distance between Hall and Allen has been shortened, he can rub the top of Allen's hair as soon as he stretches out his arm, and he only needs to move his hand down a little, and of course he can easily touch Allen's body and sleep Eli.

"..."

"...Ah oh."

The above is the sound made by Allen when he quickly blocked Hall's hand, and Hall found that he wanted to rub Eli's paw again and was blocked.

"I'm just a little handy..." said the senior who couldn't restrain his itchy hands.

"You might wake him up." Allen pushed Hall's hand back with a straight face, and after seeing that the other party's arm was indeed hanging back to his side, he put down his arm and lowered his eyes to confirm Is Fan Yilai still fast asleep?

Perhaps due to the posture adjustment just now, Eli's blond hair fell a little to his cheeks again. Half of his face was pressed against Allen's shoulder socket, and the other half was covered by these drooping hairs.

And even if the facial features of this face are "difficult to show" for the time being, from a third-party perspective, you can only vaguely see the outline of eyebrows and a pointed nose.

Eli is the kind of person who can make people imagine the overall superiority of his appearance just by looking at the parts of his facial features.

Allen originally just wanted to make sure that the man was sleeping well, but when he lowered his eyes, his gaze was attracted by his lover's sleeping appearance, and he couldn't help but look at it for a while longer.

After he reached out his hand to push away the strands of hair that might affect the quality of breathing and sleep for Eli, and moved them lightly behind her, he raised his eyes again, and met Hall's half-smiling gaze.

The senior has obviously recovered from the slight embarrassment caused by the previous "disqualification of the senior", and began to have the leisure time to observe "two or three things about the emotional life of the junior" as usual.

Seeing that Allen and himself met their gazes, he winked at each other: "I just realized it." Hall said softly, "You just took over Eli's right to speak, and you are speaking for the two of them."

"Because I am confident that our ideas will not be too far apart." Allen was not moved by the senior's banter, "He is a person who is more considerate of others than me. If he was awake just now, he must be too. He will also express concern to you, and his expression may be more tactful than mine, and he will even consider whether the expression is beneficial to the other party."

Hall: "Well..."

Allen: "Do you think there is something wrong with what I said?"

"Of course not." Hall waved his hand, showing an expression as if he was suffering from a toothache, "I regret it a bit."

Allen was surprised: "Regret?"

The senior put up a finger: "One, I regret that I didn't prepare the technique or tools in advance, otherwise I could record what you said just now and show it to Eli tomorrow-you usually boast like this in person him?"

Allen asked about this "face-to-face compliment".

Hall immediately raised his second finger: "Two——I regret why I talk so much. I originally wanted to tease you to see that you were embarrassed for a while, but your ability to stand upright and flash your eyes is really increasing day by day. I There is no sense of accomplishment for teasing the younger generation, but I feel that I have cheated myself."

"..." Regarding the second item that the senior regretted, Allen found it difficult for him to comment, so he had to say sincerely, "I think this should be your problem."

"Yeah." Hall sighed, "It's my problem."

The tone is heavy, the words are reflective, but the expression is smiling.

At this moment, Hall has a completely different mental outlook from the one he had just heard from Allen.

"Be serious," said Hall, after a laugh.

He calmed down a little again, and glanced at the list of forms that was still placed here with Allen: "I have been escaping for so many years, and Lawrence is willing to see me, and the matter of access to the manor should be confirmed once. ...this happens to be an opportunity."

"After visiting Alman and the Anduru Valley, I came to see if I could think of a way to go back to the Alberta Manor without making a fuss. If my feeling was true back then, I just happened to Also drop in to explore the way, to check the list I made."