Let the whole universe drop SAN together

Igor turned out the military uniform that he hadn’t worn for a long time, buttoned the last button and looked at himself in the mirror. At this moment, he was like Wendy who came back from school with a report card, feeling a sense of emotion. There was a kind of illusion like a world away.

Perhaps it is not the length of time that makes people feel far away, but two or three irreversible events.

He sighed softly, and touched the pocket of his clothes. There was still a restaurant ticket in it that he didn't know when he put it in. It was the bill record for the last dinner together with him, Dr. Garcia and Nixon Evelyn.At that time, who would have thought that there would be so many ups and downs in the future?

The gray-haired young man, who didn't seem to have changed much from the previous two years, except that his hair grew a little longer, walked out of the room, and smiled at the god standing in front of the sunny floor-to-ceiling windows, looking at the blue sky in ecstasy. The moment the other party turned around, those black eyes, which were coated with a layer of golden brilliance by the bright colors of the stars, flashed a stunning light.

A bouquet of white roses raised in the greenhouse poked its head in through the open window, hanging its complicated and beautiful petals shyly while wanting to speak, as if imprinting a shy kiss on His cold black robe.On the other hand, the young human stands at the other end of the room, standing in front of the mirror that reflects the light and reflects the fine dust. From the neckline, the cuffs, and the legs of the trousers, which are mainly light-colored, they are meticulous, like a handle that can be unsheathed at any time. His sharp sword even carried the smell of blood settled in the bone marrow, but the face staring at Azathoth was exceptionally gentle.

In the memory fragments, is the deep scar on your face visible, is it the imprint left by the splitting of the past?

This question lingered in Igor's mind for a long time, but he thought of the lifelike sadness on Arthur's vivid human mimicry face, and his resolute ordering of his subordinates to commit suicide attacks on Sabrina Guevilla. He felt that there was nothing to ask about the results obtained in the matter of being seriously injured.

There is too much time for God to forget a thing, good or bad.

But at least when he is still willing to use "he" to describe, whether it is a tired bird in the world or a god wandering in the long river of time, they all have their own habitats.

Igor once saw Hugo holding a book with a sentence in it, which was written by another earth writer Balzac: "The so-called love is actually the expression of a frank person to the person who gives them happiness. Warm thanks."

Azathot deliberately teased him with this sentence: "I don't think I'm honest enough."

The god looked at Igor with fiery eyes, as if he wanted to melt his loved one into his soul: "Because the strange positive emotions you brought to me are too many, and the word 'love' alone It seems like I can’t tell.”

Strictly speaking, it is indeed because of Igor that Azathoth understands what is satiety, what is pain, what is happiness, what is loneliness, what is desire... and what is love.Those things may have originally existed in this human body, but no matter how many years had passed before, he was still the tentacle monster vigilantly hiding outside the glass cover and preferring to be a bystander, tossed by the emptiness echoing in his chest and abdomen He had to sleep all day until someone reached out and hooked his little finger and pulled him into the hood.

At this moment Azathoth felt himself a man.

He... He showed a shy, involuntary smile, and the feeling of being cold and out of place with other people was like the ice cream placed in the sun in summer that melted quickly, leaving only the sweet and soft cream core.

"You look really good in this outfit." Igor heard him say in admiration, "No wonder there are a lot of Omegas, Betas and even Alphas on the Star Network..." Behind him, there was something muttered in a low voice. Hearing it clearly, he was wrapped tightly in the robe, and he smelled the smell of the sea, the sun and the beach in his nose.

Igor couldn't hold back and used a little strength to hug the other party back, silently thinking in his heart: If love is measured by the gift of happiness, then he may never have the chance to pay it back in his life.As for gratitude... If Azathoth wants his soul now, then Igor will definitely give it without hesitation - if his soul can give the gods a moment to sleep, it will be enough to make humans feel gratified up.

**

In the morning, it took some time to put on and take off the clothes. In the afternoon, both Igor and Azathoth felt happy, so when Nixon Evelyn invited them to enjoy afternoon tea, each of them was in a state of mind. no comment.

They met in a somewhat remote cafe, because Igor's photo has often appeared on the news headlines recently, and this time he made a simple disguise, dressed like a dude who was away from home to date a beautiful woman, from the beginning There is a kind of down-to-earth and down-to-earth air all over the feet, and no one can connect the current Igor with the rigorous and serious man in the military uniform. ?

On the contrary, it was Azathoth...he put on Igor's suit again, whether it was shirt matching or tie, Igor provided friendly help. In addition, although he was thinner but not small in frame, so wearing It doesn't look strange, but in the golden autumn season in the northern hemisphere, I deliberately wore a huge top hat and round-frame sunglasses to cover my face.

When Nixon saw Azathoth at first glance, he thought it was some great artist who graduated from a film and television school...or some Mr. Magician who passed by here on tour, in short, he would not be a small person, after all, the momentum of being in a high position for a long time It cannot be pretended.

Then Igor sat down calmly and greeted him.

By the way, I introduced Azathos: "You met in Kemingting Town."

The development of Kemingting Town has long been on the agenda, and it may be called 'Kemingting City' in a few years.

With a "bang", the coffee cup Nixon was holding in his right hand fell on the table. He stood up awkwardly amidst the surprised eyes of people nearby and asked the front desk for a stack of napkins.

As he cleared the table, Igor asked, "What happened to your hand?"

"Old problem." Nixon moved his lower five knuckles. "I had a little inflammation from the office at first. Didn't I go to the hospital once later? It doesn't affect my work now, but I don't listen to commands occasionally."

He laughed at himself: "Ford said that this is my retribution for playing 'fishing' on the star network."

"Don't talk about me." The man with reddish-brown curly hair took out a cigarette case and put it on the table, but he didn't take it out. He habitually twirled a cigarette between his fingers, "How have you been recently?"

"That must be much better than before." Igor smiled, "Oh, it was troublesome to Mr. Hill before, and I have to thank you another day."

"He said there's no need." Nixon looked up at the silent Azathoth. "It's the best reward for Longman Griffin, who has upset him many times before, to join the Bureau of Investigation."

"Master Griffin?" Igor thought for a while and asked, "Because of me?"

"Yeah." Nixon said, with some sarcasm, "He has always been at the forefront of adapting to the wind, and the Holy See wants to keep him, because Griffin sponsored the research on supernatural civilian products before."

"But there's more than one Griffin family."

"So Langman is now under house arrest in the old house. I heard that his eldest son is trying to take over his family's property."

Azathoth was drowsy from listening to it, and almost fell asleep leaning on Igor's shoulder under the warm sunlight.

But before his head was completely lowered, he suddenly remembered something, so he greeted Igor, and walked towards the empty bathroom on his own.

Watching him walk away, Nixon suddenly relaxed the breath he had been holding, and said helplessly, "Before... you were talking about Him? It seems that he really doesn't like dealing with strangers."

He was simply too euphemistic, there was only room for one person in that person's eyes.

"There is no necessary social interaction." Igor shook his head, "I don't want to trouble him in these aspects, but today I came out together." He pushed the invitation card in his hand, "You should know ……wedding."

Nixon stared at him and didn't speak for a while.

"Is this true?" It took him a long time to accept the invitation in a hissed voice, "It's going crazy on the Internet."

"what?"

"Oh, I knew you didn't pay attention." Nixon thought for a while, opened a post and passed it to Igor, "Do you want to see your own fanfiction? It seems that another wife has produced new food recently."

Then he laughed out loud because of his friend's rare expression, and he didn't restrain himself until dissatisfied eyes were cast around him.

"I will go." The commentator treasured the invitation into his arms, "I still remember that at the graduation ceremony, everyone booed and said who would be the first to start a family and start a business. So many years have passed in a blink of an eye."

He drank the little coffee left in his hand and closed his eyes.

In any case, after the bitterness, there is still sweetness echoing between the lips and teeth.

**

Azathoth looked at himself reflected in the mirror, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised under the brim of his hat.

He snapped his fingers "snap".

A white pigeon in front of a coffee shop flaps its wings and flies into the sky.

**

Agnes Joyce ran down the leafy streets until she came to the nursing home at the end of the road.

She was panting heavily, and her long red hair floated behind her head, like a cluster of never-ending burning flames.

"That, is that news true!"

The medical staff who was held by her widened their eyes, and then reacted: "Little Anne, it's you, you scared me! Yes, that's right, Shirley Joyce has woken up, although her physical condition It still takes a long time to adjust her mental state and her mental state, and there is no guarantee that she will fully return to the normal level, but at least now she can read the letters you wrote to her..."

Her voice stopped abruptly, because the little girl in front of her had big drops of tears rolling down her eyes that were as bright as the color of her hair.

Then the medical staff saw that Annie seemed to be bending over in pain, and finally curled up on the ground, took out her mobile terminal and sent a message to the object named 'Eleika': "I'm sorry..."

**

Erica, who was far away on the other side of the city, quietly took out the mobile terminal from the table hole and glanced at the screen.

She heard the teacher standing on the podium explaining carefully, but her thoughts drifted to other places involuntarily.

I'm not qualified to accept Joyce's apology for Wendy.

Wendy has the power to avenge all murderers.

But Anne made no mistakes either... Shirley Joyce was her dearest relative.

The brown-haired and green-eyed girl thought about it, and instead of replying to Annie's message immediately, she opened a dialog with Wendy Sullivan, who sent a message a few minutes ago: "I passed your school's entrance exam! My brother said that he would take us out for a big dinner to celebrate!"

Erica pursed her lips and laughed, re-locked the screen and raised her head to listen to the teacher's lecture.

There is always a chance to resolve those old enmities one by one.

At least for now, we live in the sun together.