The fine ice crystals fell from the air, but they did not melt when they landed on the road. Gradually, a layer of white snow piled up where Mu Ke swept away the snow with a broom.
"Mr. Mu." Hannibal crossed the street and walked to the door of Mu Ke's house. Mu Ke was sweeping the snow outside the door, "Do you need help? I saw that you have been sweeping snow for two days."
Mu Ke temporarily stopped his hands, "Thank you, Dr. Lecter, but no need. I have nothing else to do."
"Tonight is Christmas Eve, don't you have any plans?"
"I don't celebrate Christmas, I'm not a Christian, and I don't have family to reunite with."
"What about my friend?"
"They always have their stuff to do, don't you want to prepare dinner too?"
Mu Ke said this to Hannibal in the afternoon, but in the evening he violated his habit of not having festivals for decades.
Will asked Muke to go to his house. Of course, the reason was not Will. He was willing to stay at home alone as usual, with firewood burning in the fireplace, holding his dogs and unpacking the gifts given to him by his colleagues. Boring Christmas presents, he'd always received the one with a sailboat on the packaging, and Hannibal had complained about the smell.
So, when Abigail jumped out of the car of a kind stranger he hit on the side of the road in heavy snow and rushed to Will's house, and made Will call Muke to ask for a Christmas present for Abigail ——When he was invited to come over, a glimmer of hope rose in Will's heart irresistibly.
There is also irritability, he did not prepare a Christmas present for Mu Ke.Even the gift he had prepared for Abigail was vetoed by himself before it was delivered.
But at Abigail's begging, Will gave Abigail the fly-fishing gear anyway.
Jacob Hobbs taught her to hunt, and Will taught her to fish.Will didn't feel like the gift that popped into his head was well thought out, but thanks to Jesus Christ, who was born tomorrow, Abigail didn't have too many nasty associations.
When Mu Ke came here, he brought two gift boxes, not the colorful paper boxes with ribbons usually seen in gift shops, but two large wooden boxes.
After entering the room, he took off his snow-covered overcoat. Abigail took the overcoat and helped him put it aside, then stood on tiptoe and blew a big breath on the top of his head, blowing off the snow on Muke's head. The snowflakes fell one after another, and a light snow fell indoors. The two dogs around his feet were startled by the sudden melted cold water drops, and wagged their tails to escape.
Abigail narrowed her eyes with a smile, and Mu Ke patted her on the shoulder, "Why are you here today?"
"She ran out over the wall." Will answered for Abigail from behind, "I talked to Alana, and she agreed that Abigail can go back tomorrow."
"Don't do that next time."
"I want to go out for a walk, it's too boring there, and the support group is also very annoying."
Will rubs Abigail's head.
The three of them didn't go to the dining table or the sofa, but sat on the carpet in front of the fireplace, letting the red fire light reflect on their cheeks, and the water droplets left by the snowflakes on Mu Ke's body were quickly dried.Abigail brought a plate of pies strewn with various fruits from the kitchen to Muke, who hadn't had dinner yet.
Abigail unwrapped the gift brought by Mu Ke excitedly.
"This is a scarf?" Abigail first opened the wooden box that belonged to her, and took out a navy blue silk scarf embroidered with white snow and red plums.
"Well, it's very thin, so it can't be used to keep out the cold, but it's suitable for you to wear in spring and summer."
Abigail folded the silk scarf neatly and put it back into the box, and put the wooden box into her backpack, "What about Will's? Take it apart, take it apart."
Will shook his head with a smile, and put the wooden box on his lap, which was a little heavy.
"I asked for Dr. Lecter's opinion, but in the end..."
"You didn't listen." Will quickly picked up Muke's words.
"No, I don't. I think we need that more, at least for now."
Will took out a bottle of brandy from the box, Georgia, with a bright yellow painted label in the style of the 70s.
"Whoa, I don't think this plate of fruit pie tastes like it right now." Abigail poked the label with her finger.
"This isn't Hannibal's table," Will said. "Nobody cares."
"But you can't drink." Will suddenly reacted.
"Uh-ha" Abigail snorted and went to get two glasses, took the bottle from Will's hand and poured it, and then pushed the glasses to the two adults.
Winston ran over kicking his paws and lay down in front of the fireplace. His long down was glowing red by the fire, and Abigail sat beside its head, keeping an eye on the flames so as not to lick Winston's fur. .
And Spot, lying on his stomach at Will's feet, enjoying Will's grooming service.
"It gained a lot of weight."
"You mean Spot?" Will said softly, "He still hasn't given up his habit of digging through trash cans and eating as much as possible in one meal when he was wandering. I can't control his appetite."
"Let him change slowly, he won't be wandering again. Where's Leah? What about her puppies?"
"Everything is fine, I'll let them live upstairs temporarily."
In the first half of the night, Will, Abigail, and Muke just talked about dogs, fruit pies, and tomorrow's itinerary. Time was lost between words.
There were no cases, and no dead bodies.There is only the sound of snow falling on the pine branches when it snows, the smell of burning wood, and the warm body heat of animals.
It's just that in the middle of the night Abigail dozed off after sneaking a glass of wine, and Will carried her upstairs to sleep in Will's only bed.
Will had never thought of such a night, and had never thought of leaving a guest room at home—he had never thought about family.
When Will came down the stairs, he saw Muke move from the fireplace to the sofa, with the last half glass of brandy in his hand.
Will thought for a while, and sat next to Muke, "Did I disturb you by calling you here at night?"
"Not at all, and I have nothing to do."
"Aren't you going home to meet your family?"
"I never thought about family, I didn't have a mother or a father."
Will squeezed his palms, "Then what about starting a family?"
"A child? Well," Muke smiled, "This idea is too risky for me. I don't know what my child will be, so how to raise him or her? I haven't even taught myself well. .”
"You are talking about inheritance."
"The inheritance is not limited to the family." Mu Ke turned to look at Will, "Then which character in the family do you want to ask?"
"Husband, wife."
"Who will accept me? Who knows the real me? Who can I accept? Sometimes I think about it and realize it's a fantasy."
"Muk, you are not alone (youarenotalone)."
Is this some sort of consolation?
Will's serious expression made Muke smile helplessly, "I am alone (Iamalone), but I have never felt lonely (Iamnotlonely). I have never had such expectations, and I will not be disappointed."
There was a silence, and Will drank the wine in the glass, "Do you need me to give you a hug?"
Mu Ke was stunned for a moment, but he let go of his brows, and he directly opened his arms to hug Will.Both of them drank a lot of alcohol, and the alcohol mixed with the breath quickly filled the narrow and warm space.
Alcohol has affected his thinking, Mu Ke knows this, but he doesn't dislike this kind of slow and fuzzy state of consciousness. In this state, there will always be some behaviors that are beyond his own expectations. He usually can't tell. With such an emotional sentence, it is impossible to do such an emotional thing.
But that's fine.It wasn't the alcohol that drove him, but something real in his psyche that he was often unaware of—feelings he never knew, and how he let his subjective consciousness search for them.
Will froze when Muke hugged him, but quickly relaxed his countless muscles that were suddenly stimulated. Drunk people are like this, he is, and so is Muke.Will wrapped his arms around Muke's waist and buried his head on Muke's neck. He felt the heat emitted by the arteries covered by the skin rising and falling, and the sound of blood gurgling was amplified dozens of times.
The heart beat at the same frequency, and then gradually increased, like a drumbeat, speeding up and turning into a torrential rain.Will saw this beating heart that was about to explode.
It wobbled as if being lifted forward by a blood vessel wrapped around the ventricle, almost touching the tip of Will's nose.
Until Mu Ke's side face rubbed against Will's curly hair, a slight sound like a loud thunder interrupted the rainstorm, pulling Will out of the pool of blood.The heart disappeared, and everything in front of him returned to darkness.Will closed his eyes and gasped, feeling his teeth chatter.
The darkness in front of him was once again covered with gray, and this gray glow made Will feel his eyes stinging, and the eyeballs rolled quickly under the closed eyelids.
"Ah—" The feeling of falling into an abyss made Will wake up instantly, and opened his eyes. The bright light made his eyes swell and hurt, and his hands helped him block the intruding light.
"The snow outside is too bright," Mu Ke said.
"Is it morning?" Will wondered.
"Well, it's eight o'clock, and Abigail got up, ate a few slices of toast, and went back to bed."
"Mr. Mu." Hannibal crossed the street and walked to the door of Mu Ke's house. Mu Ke was sweeping the snow outside the door, "Do you need help? I saw that you have been sweeping snow for two days."
Mu Ke temporarily stopped his hands, "Thank you, Dr. Lecter, but no need. I have nothing else to do."
"Tonight is Christmas Eve, don't you have any plans?"
"I don't celebrate Christmas, I'm not a Christian, and I don't have family to reunite with."
"What about my friend?"
"They always have their stuff to do, don't you want to prepare dinner too?"
Mu Ke said this to Hannibal in the afternoon, but in the evening he violated his habit of not having festivals for decades.
Will asked Muke to go to his house. Of course, the reason was not Will. He was willing to stay at home alone as usual, with firewood burning in the fireplace, holding his dogs and unpacking the gifts given to him by his colleagues. Boring Christmas presents, he'd always received the one with a sailboat on the packaging, and Hannibal had complained about the smell.
So, when Abigail jumped out of the car of a kind stranger he hit on the side of the road in heavy snow and rushed to Will's house, and made Will call Muke to ask for a Christmas present for Abigail ——When he was invited to come over, a glimmer of hope rose in Will's heart irresistibly.
There is also irritability, he did not prepare a Christmas present for Mu Ke.Even the gift he had prepared for Abigail was vetoed by himself before it was delivered.
But at Abigail's begging, Will gave Abigail the fly-fishing gear anyway.
Jacob Hobbs taught her to hunt, and Will taught her to fish.Will didn't feel like the gift that popped into his head was well thought out, but thanks to Jesus Christ, who was born tomorrow, Abigail didn't have too many nasty associations.
When Mu Ke came here, he brought two gift boxes, not the colorful paper boxes with ribbons usually seen in gift shops, but two large wooden boxes.
After entering the room, he took off his snow-covered overcoat. Abigail took the overcoat and helped him put it aside, then stood on tiptoe and blew a big breath on the top of his head, blowing off the snow on Muke's head. The snowflakes fell one after another, and a light snow fell indoors. The two dogs around his feet were startled by the sudden melted cold water drops, and wagged their tails to escape.
Abigail narrowed her eyes with a smile, and Mu Ke patted her on the shoulder, "Why are you here today?"
"She ran out over the wall." Will answered for Abigail from behind, "I talked to Alana, and she agreed that Abigail can go back tomorrow."
"Don't do that next time."
"I want to go out for a walk, it's too boring there, and the support group is also very annoying."
Will rubs Abigail's head.
The three of them didn't go to the dining table or the sofa, but sat on the carpet in front of the fireplace, letting the red fire light reflect on their cheeks, and the water droplets left by the snowflakes on Mu Ke's body were quickly dried.Abigail brought a plate of pies strewn with various fruits from the kitchen to Muke, who hadn't had dinner yet.
Abigail unwrapped the gift brought by Mu Ke excitedly.
"This is a scarf?" Abigail first opened the wooden box that belonged to her, and took out a navy blue silk scarf embroidered with white snow and red plums.
"Well, it's very thin, so it can't be used to keep out the cold, but it's suitable for you to wear in spring and summer."
Abigail folded the silk scarf neatly and put it back into the box, and put the wooden box into her backpack, "What about Will's? Take it apart, take it apart."
Will shook his head with a smile, and put the wooden box on his lap, which was a little heavy.
"I asked for Dr. Lecter's opinion, but in the end..."
"You didn't listen." Will quickly picked up Muke's words.
"No, I don't. I think we need that more, at least for now."
Will took out a bottle of brandy from the box, Georgia, with a bright yellow painted label in the style of the 70s.
"Whoa, I don't think this plate of fruit pie tastes like it right now." Abigail poked the label with her finger.
"This isn't Hannibal's table," Will said. "Nobody cares."
"But you can't drink." Will suddenly reacted.
"Uh-ha" Abigail snorted and went to get two glasses, took the bottle from Will's hand and poured it, and then pushed the glasses to the two adults.
Winston ran over kicking his paws and lay down in front of the fireplace. His long down was glowing red by the fire, and Abigail sat beside its head, keeping an eye on the flames so as not to lick Winston's fur. .
And Spot, lying on his stomach at Will's feet, enjoying Will's grooming service.
"It gained a lot of weight."
"You mean Spot?" Will said softly, "He still hasn't given up his habit of digging through trash cans and eating as much as possible in one meal when he was wandering. I can't control his appetite."
"Let him change slowly, he won't be wandering again. Where's Leah? What about her puppies?"
"Everything is fine, I'll let them live upstairs temporarily."
In the first half of the night, Will, Abigail, and Muke just talked about dogs, fruit pies, and tomorrow's itinerary. Time was lost between words.
There were no cases, and no dead bodies.There is only the sound of snow falling on the pine branches when it snows, the smell of burning wood, and the warm body heat of animals.
It's just that in the middle of the night Abigail dozed off after sneaking a glass of wine, and Will carried her upstairs to sleep in Will's only bed.
Will had never thought of such a night, and had never thought of leaving a guest room at home—he had never thought about family.
When Will came down the stairs, he saw Muke move from the fireplace to the sofa, with the last half glass of brandy in his hand.
Will thought for a while, and sat next to Muke, "Did I disturb you by calling you here at night?"
"Not at all, and I have nothing to do."
"Aren't you going home to meet your family?"
"I never thought about family, I didn't have a mother or a father."
Will squeezed his palms, "Then what about starting a family?"
"A child? Well," Muke smiled, "This idea is too risky for me. I don't know what my child will be, so how to raise him or her? I haven't even taught myself well. .”
"You are talking about inheritance."
"The inheritance is not limited to the family." Mu Ke turned to look at Will, "Then which character in the family do you want to ask?"
"Husband, wife."
"Who will accept me? Who knows the real me? Who can I accept? Sometimes I think about it and realize it's a fantasy."
"Muk, you are not alone (youarenotalone)."
Is this some sort of consolation?
Will's serious expression made Muke smile helplessly, "I am alone (Iamalone), but I have never felt lonely (Iamnotlonely). I have never had such expectations, and I will not be disappointed."
There was a silence, and Will drank the wine in the glass, "Do you need me to give you a hug?"
Mu Ke was stunned for a moment, but he let go of his brows, and he directly opened his arms to hug Will.Both of them drank a lot of alcohol, and the alcohol mixed with the breath quickly filled the narrow and warm space.
Alcohol has affected his thinking, Mu Ke knows this, but he doesn't dislike this kind of slow and fuzzy state of consciousness. In this state, there will always be some behaviors that are beyond his own expectations. He usually can't tell. With such an emotional sentence, it is impossible to do such an emotional thing.
But that's fine.It wasn't the alcohol that drove him, but something real in his psyche that he was often unaware of—feelings he never knew, and how he let his subjective consciousness search for them.
Will froze when Muke hugged him, but quickly relaxed his countless muscles that were suddenly stimulated. Drunk people are like this, he is, and so is Muke.Will wrapped his arms around Muke's waist and buried his head on Muke's neck. He felt the heat emitted by the arteries covered by the skin rising and falling, and the sound of blood gurgling was amplified dozens of times.
The heart beat at the same frequency, and then gradually increased, like a drumbeat, speeding up and turning into a torrential rain.Will saw this beating heart that was about to explode.
It wobbled as if being lifted forward by a blood vessel wrapped around the ventricle, almost touching the tip of Will's nose.
Until Mu Ke's side face rubbed against Will's curly hair, a slight sound like a loud thunder interrupted the rainstorm, pulling Will out of the pool of blood.The heart disappeared, and everything in front of him returned to darkness.Will closed his eyes and gasped, feeling his teeth chatter.
The darkness in front of him was once again covered with gray, and this gray glow made Will feel his eyes stinging, and the eyeballs rolled quickly under the closed eyelids.
"Ah—" The feeling of falling into an abyss made Will wake up instantly, and opened his eyes. The bright light made his eyes swell and hurt, and his hands helped him block the intruding light.
"The snow outside is too bright," Mu Ke said.
"Is it morning?" Will wondered.
"Well, it's eight o'clock, and Abigail got up, ate a few slices of toast, and went back to bed."
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