[Yan Zan] "In short, find the time machine first!"

When Yan Ke was still a "dogmatic force field" in the past, most of the "I'm going to smoke a cigarette" he said to the mourners at night was to hide and release updates.It is rare to actually smoke a cigarette on deck like this.The mourners found Yan Ke at the edge of the deck at two o'clock in the morning. To be precise, they first found a flickering fire, and then followed the fire to find him.

Rhodes Island was moored on the dark land, the light of a small round of waning moon above their heads was dim, and the brightest thing between the sky and the earth seemed to be only the red light of a cigarette caught between Yan Ke's fingers.The smoking man was tall and tall, lazily leaning back against the railing of the ship, his face invisible in the night.All the mourners could see were his nails, which were dyed black. They were deviant, but not feminine, which was surprisingly consistent with his overall temperament.

The December night wind blew their cheeks and palms, leaving red halo marks on them.

"Mourner? Why are you still awake?" Before the undertaker could speak, Yan Ke called out his name first.The mourner collected himself and replied, "I'm coming out to find you."

"Is it because you are worried that I will die?"

The mourner was silent for a moment, and turned his gaze to the large dark desert behind Yanke.He was tall, and the rails on the edge of the deck came only to his waist.With a slightly taller male center of gravity, if Yanke wants to seek death, he only needs to lean back slightly, and the gravity will bring his body straight down, turning the swordsman into a ball mixed with origin stone crystals flesh and blood.

But he said firmly: "No, I believe that at least now you will not take the initiative to seek death."

Yan Ke seemed to be smiling.Suddenly there was a crystallized reflection in the dark night—he actually folded his waist and let more than half of his body hang out of the railing!

The undertaker subconsciously took a step forward: "No..."

Something did fall, but what fell was the cigarette butt that was burning on Yanke's fingertip.The mourner's vision immediately fell into a brief blur when the light source left.It was as if the chest had been stung violently, and then there was a sharp pain.He retracted his outstretched hand and hammered it heavily on his chest.He didn't even know why he felt so angry.

"Just now you said you believed that I would not seek death...why didn't you continue to believe?"

He was embraced in a fiery embrace.Yan Ke slowly closed his arms, and firmly locked Sakota, who was half a head lower than him, in his arms. He stroked the soft light blond short hair on the back of the mourner's head with a big hand full of calluses, and at the same time lightly He smiled and said, "Is your belief so fragile?"

The mourner was short-circuited for half a second by the sudden embrace.In this half-second of blank mind, the strange emotions that he called "dangerous goods" that had troubled him for a long time roared in, uprooted the barriers in his heart, and occupied all his mind with all his teeth and claws.With no way to escape, no way to forget, and no way to do anything, he barely managed to stabilize his emotions, and responded with the same calm and indifferent voice as before: "That's just because I suddenly couldn't see you."

"Can't see? You can't see me now, do you think I don't exist?" The hand resting on the back of his head suddenly pushed forward, pressing the mourner's face into two full and firm chest muscles.

He turned his head and struggled a few times, but to no avail, he had no choice but to say: "You are hugging me now. I can confirm your existence through touch."

"Then do you believe in the future?"

"what?"

"Okay, let me change the question. Do you believe the sun will rise in the morning after tonight?"

The mourner frowned in bewilderment: "Of course the sun will rise. This is a natural law, and it has something to do with the earth's rotation."

"Do you believe you will live to see the rising sun?"

"What?" The mourner felt that he had vaguely grasped the deep meaning behind the content of the conversation, but he was not good at interpreting it, "Why did you suddenly mention the sun? We are all in Rhodes Island now, and the security system here is very complete. Even if it encounters the invasion of the integration movement now, it can resist for a period of time."

"Because I want to ask you why your 'belief' is so vulnerable." Yanke said, "You do have good combat skills, but the battlefields you have experienced are too immature and fragile compared to reality You will only follow the orders of others, and those who direct you have built a false stability for you with strategy and teamwork. In this world where natural disasters are rampant and wars are frequent, real fighters must learn to maintain firm beliefs, and you That’s still missing.”

"Firm faith? Lateran founded the country with religion, and I was baptized as a believer since I was a child..."

"No, it doesn't mean that." Yanke helplessly rubbed the smooth neck of the undertaker, as if to comfort a child or a kitten, "Have you ever seen me pray to any god? The belief I said has nothing to do with religion, just a It's just a simple belief—believing that you can control your own life. But you put your own life in the hands of others to play with. Is the so-called 'entrustment' so important to you, Angel?"

The night wind began to slowly become gentle. It wrapped around the sides of the two embracing men, and the hem of Yanke's clothes and the belt on the mourner's back swayed gently in the wind.The undertaker thought for a moment and said, "What I have been taught is that the tasks of the notary office and the contractor must be put first. This is a manifestation of professionalism."

"So based on your professionalism, don't you even know how to enjoy your own life? You can only rely on others to entrust you, or even entrust those around you?"

"what?"

"The birthday present you gave me, that calendar." The warm voice paused in his ear, as if trying to guide him to recall, "That's the entrustment, angel. You are ordering me to follow your standards Live on. Is the only thing left in your behavior pattern is entrustment and entrustment execution?"

The Undertaker couldn't answer that question.His language center has been ruled by crazily extended strange emotions, his throat is dry and the tip of his tongue is shrinking.It seemed that a brand new life was about to tear his body apart, like a butterfly breaking through its chrysalis. He instinctively suppressed and guarded against it, but he couldn't reverse the tearing of his body.The first to go out of control were the hands.The mourner watched helplessly as he raised his arms and tightened his grip on Yanke's slender waist, as if he wanted to rub himself into the opponent's body.Yanke seemed to feel his tension and urgency, so he smiled softly against his ear, the vibration transmitted through the sternum was very clear.

The second traitor is the throat. It only takes a moment to go from hesitant to decisive.The undertaker heard himself say:

"Yes, I hope to entrust you to continue living."

"Of course I will live, but it has nothing to do with your entrustment." Yan Ke said, "You are stuck by your habits, delete those two words, and say it again."

"I... I want you to live on."

The moment the voice fell, the empty and dark deck was almost audible, and even the breathing of the two of them was subconsciously slowed down.They hugged each other tightly, like two entangled trees growing silently. After a long time, Yan Ke spoke, his voice was deeper and hoarse than before: "That's right... remember this feeling. No one has the right to interfere Other people's lives or beliefs, but you can firmly believe. People like us live by one after another 'I believe' and 'I hope'. Maybe you still don't understand what I'm talking about, simple In other words..."

His golden eyes hidden in the darkness are slightly bent, and the melting sun flows in the pupils:

"I believe that I will not die easily. I believe that I am in control of my own destiny."

After saying this, he let go of the hand that was holding the back of the mourner's head, and at the same time easily pulled away from the hug that had gradually become loose, lit a cigarette with his fingertips, and strode towards the place where the mourner came. direction.In the darkness, he could only see a star of fireworks flickering on his fingertips, the speed was not fast, very leisurely.

But the strange thing is that this time the undertaker did not feel worried.He is still chewing on the words Yanke left him.It's like a promise, but he's not sure.

Since when did you start being manipulated by the emotion called "dangerous goods"?

Is it because I read a fanfic in the Rhodes Island forum?No, when I first got involved in those novels, I was just curious.

Is it because the novels written by the "dogmatic force field" are too close to life, which aroused their own associations in life?No, that might be true at first, but it's not out of control yet.

What is it that really leads you step by step to become what you are today?What is it that makes me lose initiative again and again and face the control of strange emotions?See, the answer is actually there.He is going farther and farther away, but you believe that he will not suddenly disappear from this world—it is more likely that he will go back to the staff dormitory directly, and it is less likely that he will go to another place to smoke and watch in the dark. I don't know the direction he is walking, but there is a kind of trust that has been rooted in my heart...

Then the mourner suddenly called out his name loudly: "Yan Ke——"

A star of flame floating in the distance waved leisurely at him, and finally completely disappeared into the darkness.

【Flame Burial】About our cheesy love (R) (serialization has ended)

Host: A cup of black tea

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The germination of love has three processes.At first it was a heartbeat, and after the heartbeat settled down, it became possessive, pulling the two people together.In the end, the desire to possess settled down and became a habit, and they believed in each other that the other would not suddenly leave them one day.As a result, they become devout believers at the knees of their lovers.

This chapter is over, thank you for reading

(TBC)