Heather who counterattacked

Rain is the norm in England.

Although the climate is relatively mild throughout the year, it is quite annoying not knowing when it will rain and when it will stop.The location of the territory is good, and there is not much rain, but compared with the sunny beach town on the Mediterranean Sea all year round, it is always dark and humid.Lance tried more than once to persuade Cyril to leave England to recuperate in a warmer place, but it is clear that his lover loves this land where he grew up.

No matter how thoroughly the ancient castle that has been passed down for hundreds of years is renovated, it is difficult to conceal the ancient and decayed atmosphere. From this perspective, its owner is still fresh and fresh after so many years, like a flower blooming in full bloom, This is a matter of mentality.Even though her footsteps and vision were confined to this limited territory, even though she was living a life of aging in advance, Cyril always looked extremely young and bright.Time has treated him too favorably, causing the traces of aging to fade almost to a standstill.

Although it has been confirmed that the virus will not recur, and that it has minimal impact on Cyril's nervous and emotional systems, after going through that time, there are still some sequelae, and slow emotional response is one of them.He can generate emotions on his own, but his emotions are not fed back in time. After such a time gap, the stress phenomenon will hardly appear, and the lagged emotions will dissipate very quickly, so he always looks very quiet and rational.This is no different from his previous usual expression of emotion and anger, but for Lance, who can always easily provoke his emotional outbursts, the current Cyril is obviously more troublesome.I can't figure out his heart, so I can only guess and test more. If I can't understand his thoughts, I can only ponder based on experience. It is not until I get along with him for a long time that I can slowly figure out a suitable method, but I can't understand it. Avoid getting into the same pace as Cyril's mentality too.There's nothing wrong with that, and it might even feel like aging will slow down.

The journey of waiting for Cyril to break free from hell was too tragic, so tragic that Lance, who was staying by the side, was frightened and became a coward who would be alarmed by the wind and cranes, and finally waited until the dust settled and the years were quiet Well, there's nothing he wants now but to see Cyril happy and healthy.

And what kind of thing is love?

Only after touching its existence with his own hands, Cyril could understand the meaning of the words that Lance had described to him back then.It's not guilt or repentance, it's not deliberate self-hypnosis, and it's not unilateral affection.It will linger in your chest for a long time. At first, it was silent, but later it was turbulent. It precipitated in time, fermented in the years, gradually became richer with little accumulation, and finally broke your heart defense and firmly held it. Firmly occupy the softest position.

Cyril first saw it one morning.When he woke up, thick curtains covered the windows, and the dark room was filled with the thick and natural fragrance of log furniture and metal decorations. The sky light leaked through the gaps was hazy and dim, and it was obvious that it was raining again outside.He sat up and realized that there was no one around him, turned his head, and the person who was supposed to be lying beside him and wrapping him tightly was kneeling on the side of the bed beside him, only when he saw that he was awake did he dare to reach out to hold his palm, Slowly place it on the side of your face.

It took Cyril a long time to realize that the tentacles were all wet, and he couldn't see Lance's expression, but he thought he was probably crying.The bewildered and helpless emotions have been occupying his brain, and it took him a long time to ask: "... What's wrong?"

"I... had a dream." Every word uttered by the dry and dull voice was like a knife cutting the skin to bring out the horror of blood, so it was extremely slow and difficult.

Lance didn't say what kind of dream he had that made him so sad and scared, he raised his eyes to look at his lover.Cyril couldn't distinguish his eyes in the dim light, but those dark blue pupils were so dark that there was no light, like the dark chaos at the bottom of the abyss, which made people feel unspeakably sad.

Cyril felt the emotion in his chest for a moment, hesitantly stretched out the other hand and gently pressed it on his forehead, his fingers stroked the soft hair, the skin he touched felt cool, obviously he had already stayed outside a long time.

Destiny will always force the most arrogant people to bend their knees, and will suppress the most stubborn people to collapse their persistence. In the end, all kinds of stubbornness can only be captured with nothing, and in the end, they can only be calm and forgetful. Time is unstoppable, and time is unpredictable.What else to do but hold tight to what you still have?

Lance kissed his fingers, even his thin lips were slightly cool, he smiled, but his tone was so humble and pitiful.

"I can lose everything...just not you."

At that moment, Cyril heard his own heartbeat, beating calmly one after another, the sound made him feel dizzy for a while, as if seeing a wave rushing from a long time ago, the unstoppable force will The invisible fence was broken, and the high protective wall was washed away, and all the memories were a little confused—everything stopped after a long time, only that moment, the slow heartbeat.

Suddenly there were tears in his eyes.

The love between the two parties is not an accident to Cyril, but to Lance it is the key to unlock his shackles.

He was like a prisoner waiting to die who was finally pardoned, and he felt relaxed from the inside out.The tense heartstrings can finally be eased, and the fear of losing anytime and anywhere can also fade a little.

Cyril was by his side, but he never forgot that he forced it.After understanding what kind of illness Cyril had experienced, he understood how much his existence had affected Cyril's personality remodeling after the virus was suppressed. He engraved himself firmly without anyone's permission. Into his heart and his soul, in exchange for Cyril had to accept.So it is conceivable that he has always been afraid of cheating being exposed... But now, he has been truly forgiven.

To be forgiven, to be understood, to be trusted, and most importantly, to be loved.

When you clearly know that you are loved—loved unreservedly, no matter how careful you are, you can't help but act presumptuously within the allowed range.Lance is also a person who is used to stepping on the bottom line. After he was convinced that Cyril was basically too lazy to care about anything with him, the evil and wantonness that had been hidden for a long time in his bones inevitably began to move again.

Of course, Cyril would not dare to mess with it under normal circumstances, and the children suffered... especially Anmir.

An Mir grew up under the clutches of Mr. Leander, and because he was designated as the heir too early, any requirements and goals for him are different.He remembered very early, when he was familiar with the nature of this gentleman, he had not seen his father.In the next few years, due to various reasons, my husband's temperament was much more peaceful. At least when he was standing beside his father, he would not pay you a single glance unless he offended his negative scales.So when he noticed that Mr. Leander had some signs of returning to his original nature...he was not too surprised. Compared with the unpredictable, absurd and weirdness of the shadow world, this excessive desire for control and obsessive-compulsive disorder are secondary.

Of course, in An Mir's view, Mr. Leander is also quite persistent.The marigold manor was full of orange light, and the wilderness was full of heather. He moved a lot of black roses from somewhere, and planted them all over half of the garden of the castle.The climate of the territory is quite suitable for the growth of this rare plant, and when her husband is away, An Mir has to act as a half gardener, taking care of these plants carefully, because her father obviously likes these flowers.

Later, when she was a little older, Anmir left White Castle with her husband.The task of taking care of the flowers fell on the younger brother Alex.There are always some unexplainable things in this world. I don’t know whether it is a hidden fate or an accidental miracle. Alex showed political talent when he was very young. His father's surprise, that was the first time he saw his father's clear and exposed emotions, and then he held his forehead from the laughter to the unrestrained smile - he seemed to see something incredible, but he found it very interesting.It was later that An Mir found out that his grandfather was an outstanding politician back then, so something like inheritance will always announce its existence to you when you don't realize it.

Anmir admires Mr. Leander, but he admires his father even more.In his opinion, his father embodies all the most beautiful characters in the world, and those things deeply imprinted in his soul become his unique aura. The richer his experience, the broader his vision, the more he feels How incredible it is to see such an existence as a father.So he has always envied his little sister Naya who can lie on his father's lap and listen to him read poems - Naya is the only one who can be so close to his father without holding grudges for her husband.

Unlike Alex who was always trying to provoke Mr. Leander, Anmir understood a truth from the beginning, don't fight him, because you will never win.

One afternoon, Lance found a white hair on Cyril's head.

His whole body was stiff, and he stared at it as if he was facing an enemy. After a long time, he stretched out his hand to twist it and pull it out.Cyril moved her gaze away from the page, turned her head and glanced at him strangely.

When he was eaten by the virus to the worst, he lost most of his vitality like a tree about to decay, and even his flesh and blood withered away, not to mention his appearance.After a long period of careful conditioning, he is like a dead wood in spring. He has grown blood and hair again, and he has returned to his original appearance, but his body always remembers the suffering that happened to him. In recent years, he seems to be aging very slowly. However, Whether it is the internal organs of the body or the original functions, they are still not as plump and healthy as normal people.

Cyril didn't forget what Lance looked like at that time.

His tragic state was due to pathological changes, but at that time he himself did not feel much, because the nervous system was suppressed to the minimum, and he did not feel any pain or despair, but the people around him suffered for him. the suffering.Just like Lance, he is obviously healthy, but why can't he control his weight loss?It is said that a huge injury can make a person's hair turn gray overnight. When he felt that he was on the verge of losing, Lance's hair had also turned gray.

Cyril looked at Lance's golden-brown hair—it didn't seem to be any different from the first time he saw it now, at most, it just added a more mature and melancholy atmosphere due to the growth of age.Lance is far more critical of appearance than he is.

Thinking of Veronica saying that he is God's favorite every time she sees him, her white hair is endless, but Cyril is still the most beautiful when he is... So, occasionally seeing a few hairs White hair is also normal.

Cyril looked down at the book again, but couldn't find the line of the sentence he just read for a long time. After thinking about it, he stretched out his hand to press the page of the book, stretched out his other hand to hold Lance's finger, and gently Shaking.

This almost coquettish behavior obviously brought back the other party's sanity. He grabbed Cyril's hand with his backhand, paused, bent down and pulled out the book on his lap and closed it, and then wrapped his whole body around him. He picked it up and pressed it into his arms.

His head was buried tightly in his shoulder, warm breath hit his neck, Lance said nothing, but Cyril smiled, stroking the back of the other's head, and slowly stroking the back of his neck with his slender fingers.

Later, in a gap of chaotic thinking, I heard a low and lingering voice in my ear, as soft as the quiet waves of the deep sea.

"I'm always...fearful, time..."

Fate is unstoppable, time will take everything away.

— but I am grateful for the time.

Cyril thought in a daze, thankful for the time, I finally... can see you.

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The author has something to say: 1.10

I'm sorry...ORZ could have finished the update yesterday, but the car has been unable to start. After tossing until today, I resigned to my fate. Forget it, the car just can't drive.

So it's finally over!Intermittent, what a difficult journey, haha ​​thank you for your company all the time~

See you in the future.