Galaxy and Promise

It's a vacation, but it's actually only a few days, it's better to say it's a sneak in.

The stars shine on the sea, like a large piece of emerald green fluid gemstones, swaying and slapping the beach thickly, and it is hard to tell whether it is the waves or the wind.Terrence hid under the porch of the wooden house, staring at the ice drink on the table in a daze. The blue-green cocktail had bubbles hovering in the ice and rising slowly.

With a crackling sound, the ice cubes that melted into a round shape slid down the water in the glass. Terrence seemed to wake up suddenly, slowly adjusted his sitting position, changed the direction on the armchair, and turned his head to look at the seaside.

Unlike him, Andre is a very busy man.

In the vague impression, my brother was once so busy and rarely came home. What Terence often saw in the mansion was instead one of his adjutants, a smiling young man, who handled family affairs on his behalf.

At that time, the eldest brother was only a major general officer, but Andre, on the God's Descending Festival the year before last, skipped the rank of lieutenant general and received the honor directly, becoming a real so-called high-ranking officer.

"Jealous? Tell me?" At that time, Andre's arms were tightly wrapped around Terrence's waist, and his head was chasing after Terrence. The smell of alcohol mixed with his own breath was sprayed on Terrence. Lenz's neck.

Terence couldn't help shrinking his neck. Andre had a good drinker. He knew that this guy was definitely not drunk. "Let me go, you are too heavy."

The person behind him grumbled, his back sank, and his entire weight fell.

Not listening at all!

It was really unnecessary to send him back. Terrence felt itchy, wishing to give him a slap on the back, "It's too late, I have to go back."

"I want to drink water."

"Let me bring you the housekeeping machine." Terrence dragged him without turning on the lights in the room, and threw him on the sofa with a plop.

"You get it for me."

"Thirsty."

Andre couldn't tell whether it was real pain or acting, he didn't speak, he just reached out and groped to untie the decorated military uniform. The imperial dress was complicated in shape, with overlapping ribbons, medals and buttons.After watching for a long time, Terrence couldn't see it, and walked over resignedly, bent over and reached out to help take off the overly gorgeous coat from Andre's body.

Just as he was about to stand up straight, his wrist was suddenly grabbed.

In the darkness, Andre's face was close at hand, and his eyes seemed to have light, watching Terence quietly.

"..."

The air was still for a few seconds, and Terrence was disturbed by the look, and said, "I'm going back—"

"do not go."

Andre held his wrist with an inescapable strength, and he repeated, "Don't go."

Terrence panicked for a moment, he couldn't stop what Andre was about to say, and he just wanted to get out of this delicate conversation that he didn't want to develop as soon as possible.

But Andre didn't give him a chance.

"Let's live together."

As if I had a premonition, what should come will always come.

Terrence used his strength to regain freedom from the hand, but Andre did not catch him again.Andre stood up, holding the coat he had just taken off with one hand, and the metal badge made a crisp sound of friction.

He quietly unfolded the heavy admiral's gown, and solemnly, like a very serious hug, draped it on Terrence's shoulders, wrapping all the anxiety and panic in it.

"stay."

Terence heard her name being reverently mentioned.

"Let's live together, Terrence, let me protect you."

"I don't need to—"

"I need—" Andre lowered his head and pressed against his forehead, "I need you, don't let me lose you again."

Everything that happened later became a matter of course, once again proving that no one can resist Major General Legere, oh, it is the will of the general.

Hugs and kisses in the dark, closely connected limbs and breathing, countless murmurs and whispers...

"click"

The ice cubes made a crisp sound again.

The tips of Terence's ears turned red uncontrollably. He reached for the stirring stick and stirred the cup twice.

"I love you, Terrence—" Andre seemed to say that, what about his own answer?

Answer it... It seems that it doesn't.

Terrence looked at the seaside, and Andre in the distance was wearing fancy beach pants and a top, and his blond hair was blowing slightly in the sea breeze.

As if he sensed it, he turned around to take a look, waved at Terence from a distance, and walked towards the wooden house with his sandals.

"What are you thinking about?"

Andre quickly walked up the wooden steps of the porch and sat in the chair opposite Terrance.

When passing by, it brings the salty smell of a sea breeze.

"It's nothing." Terrence took out the metal cigarette case from the pocket of his shorts, popped out one and lit it. The smoke ring spread between the two of them, and disappeared in the breeze.

He has always had his own world, and Andre has long been used to it. He reached out to pick up Terrence's glass and drank the half-melted cocktail. Just as he took a sip, the glass was suddenly taken away from his hand.

In his inexplicable eyes, Terrence sat sideways on the table, held a cigarette in one hand, and held the back of Andre's neck with the other, bent down and gave him a tobacco-flavored kiss.

"I love you too."

Andre seemed to hear that the insignificant words were blown away in the wind in an instant.

After a kiss, Terrence let him go, picked up the coat that was draped over the back of the chair, walked down the porch and walked away.

Andre touched his lips, couldn't help laughing, and shouted at the walking away, "Do you want to get married?"

His reply was a back that was getting further and further away and a raised middle finger.

Andre finally couldn't help laughing.

The tide slaps the beach, leaving traces of its presence over and over again, and all the footprints left behind are gently buried in the waves.

The author has something to say:

Saying that the next chapter is over, it must be the end of the next chapter!

Take the daily jokes of my friends and make up the number. The bug is my fault, because this joke was written earlier (hey

By the way, my friend is the best dog in the world, he has no flaws except laziness, my greatest wish is to see him fill up his brain one day