Several conversations in early spring

General Pareza had the remaining barrels of wine delivered to the drawing room of the lord's mansion.The lord has died in the city, and now his living room is Paresa's bedroom, which is on the first floor, so that his personal soldiers can report news at any time.

Then he left his celebration dinner.

He stayed in his makeshift bedchamber and first polished his sword and shield.Then there's the armor on him.He wiped the blood off them and put them on one by one.

Having done all this, he began to drink his wine.

The lord's wine.He corrects himself.

He drank for a while, and suddenly seemed to remember something. He walked to the window, opened it, and walked back.

When Pareza sat back in his seat and raised his glass again, a man rolled over the window and entered the room.This is a person covered in white, white clothes, white pants, white boots, and even his hair is white.He was suspicious and conspicuous all over, but he didn't attract the slightest attention from the guards outside.Except for Pareza, no one knew of his arrival, no one knew of his existence.

The visitor came towards Pareza, his eyes were gold.

"I've been waiting for you to open the window for a long time."

"I forgot," Pareza tilted his head, "Drink?" He gestured to several barrels of red wine beside him.

"Okay," said Hermes.He sat down very close to Pareza and picked up a wine barrel.He hugged it on his lap, and then stretched out his hand. It is hard to imagine that the slender white fingers are more indestructible than steel. They are the hardest wood, drawing a line along the iron hoop without hindrance. Loops, the sound of wood fibers snapping and flying sawdust mixed together.Hermos lifted the cover, and a strong aroma came over his face.He raised the barrel, raised his head, and began to pour the aged wine into his mouth.

During the whole drinking process, Pareza almost watched Hermos' movements with admiring eyes, but when the other party started to drink, he curled his lips.

"That's what I hate about watching you drink," he remarked, "wasteful."

Hermes poured the entire barrel into his mouth, and began to open the next barrel.When he was not drinking, his golden eyes kept looking at the general, with an undisguised smile on his face.Hermes seemed to want Pareza to know that it was a pleasure to see him.

Hermes drank another barrel of wine in less than a few minutes, then a third barrel, and a fourth barrel...

"Have you ever been drunk?" Pareza put down the bowl of wine.When he became a general, he was used to drinking from a bowl instead of a wine glass.

"When I was little," replied Hermes.He drank the barrels and reached for the one that Pareza hadn't finished.

Pareza didn't stop him, just said, "Save a bite for me."

But when Long put down the wine barrel, he threw it on the ground, obviously he had drunk every drop.

Paresa stared at him blankly, seemingly displeased.Hermes smiled back at him, and put his hand on the back of the General's head.He leaned forward to Pareza.

He left him a mouthful.

When they parted, Pareza licked the red wine that dripped from the corner of his lips.He stared at Hermes with what could be called fascination.Hermes liked the way the mortal looked, he liked being looked at by those brown eyes.Hermos usually magically changes the prominent hair and eyes to a different color when he takes human form, but when he comes to see Pareza, he likes to show them because he knows Pareza likes them.Paresa liked those symbols of dragons, those symbols of alienness, those symbols of power.The dragon knew that Pareza liked it, so it flattered him like this.Hermos hoped that Palesa would be more infatuated with him, the more the better, he hoped that Paresa would be infatuated with him until the short lifespan of a mortal came to an end, for the dragon, that meant an eternity.

Pareza stroked Hermus's long white hair, and he kissed the dragon back.The clothes on the dragon's body began to change as if they were alive. His upper garment disappeared like melting snow, revealing a human-like chest underneath.

In the small panting, Hermes heard the chuckle of the mortal.

"Sir," said Pareza, "you're really getting to the point."

Maybe in another couple, if one party says this sentence, the situation may be different.Or, at another point in time, even if Hermos heard this sentence two years ago, the situation would be different.

But at this moment, Hermos let go of Pareza as if he had been burned when he heard this sentence that seemed like a joke.Paresa blinked at him questioningly, and then saw that the dragon's suit had been fully reassembled.

Immediately, mortal laughter resounded in the room.Hermes looked at Pareza expressionlessly.

"So what should I do?" Long asked, looking annoyed.

He asked solemnly, but the other party couldn't stop laughing even more.

Hermes stood up and took a few steps back.

"Hey? Where are you going?" Pareza called him, with a smile in his voice, "Don't go, let's continue."

But Hermes didn't want to skip it this time.

"You are displeased with me," said Hermes. "Why?"

"I'm dissatisfied with you?" Pareza looked at him inexplicably, "Why don't I know. Darling, let's continue."

Hermes didn't move.

"Well then," said Pareza, "since you don't want to have fun with me—I'm going to rest. Or do you want to stay here and watch me sleep?" Hermes had done similar things before, When Paresa first entered the battlefield.

But Hermes had long since stopped doing that.

But beyond Pareza's expectations, Hermes replied, "Okay, I'll keep watch for you. Go to sleep."

"Then you go out and watch," Pareza said. "I have a habit: I don't fall asleep when people are around."

"Sure," said Hermes, "I'll come in after you're asleep. Same."

Pareza smiled: "Then you try."

Hermes looked at Pareza.

"No. No." Hermes said angrily, and he sat down again.

"You're upset with me, Pareza," he said again. "I know you're upset with me, but I don't know why. Tell me why."

"Why am I dissatisfied with you, Hermos?" The other party answered him, "You didn't do anything?"

Hermes blinked.

"Maybe it's because I don't do anything..." He stopped talking because Pareza looked at him blankly.

"I thought we had discussed this issue long ago," Pareza said, "'Dragon does not interfere with the mortal world.'"

"Yes, dragons don't interfere in the mortal world, but nothing is watching over me," Hermes lowered his head. "As long as I want, nothing can stop me. This is just a sentence."

Pareza gave a cold smile.

Hermos looked up at him: "You finally started to resent me, didn't you? I didn't save your wife, and I didn't save your friends and subordinates, because I didn't want to."

"You are completely wrong," Pareza replied. "The problem is not with me, but with you. In fact, I am not dissatisfied with you. It is you. You are dissatisfied that I do not obey you like a wife obeys her husband."

Hermes stared at him: "You think so? I..."

"And you're not even aware of the dissatisfaction," Pareza interrupted, continuing deadpan, "because you don't want to admit it. You're disturbed because you're aware of the problem but don't know why. You Afraid of losing this relationship, but the reason may not be because of my death, so you become so neurotic."

Pareza showed a bored look.

"Okay, I think the problem is clear. Get the hell out of me, you've wasted so much of my time trying to fix your mental problems!" said the general.

When Pareza woke up in the night, it was before the sun rose.He seemed to be having a nightmare just now, but he has forgotten what it was now, so he doesn't care.He just felt that his clothes were wet with cold sweat, and the linen was sticking to his back, which was uncomfortable.

He tried to close his eyes and go back to sleep, but a familiar feeling prevented him.

Pareza raised his hand and rubbed the space between his brows.He felt wide awake.

"Come out." He whispered in the dark.

Nothing answered him.

"You've woken me up," Pareza said. "Now, come out, Hermos." He propped his upper body on his elbow, and stretched his other hand toward one place.When he touched something, a sudden hand grabbed his wrist.It was a hand that appeared out of nowhere, wearing a silver-trimmed bracer.Then Hermes appeared, half-kneeling in front of the camp bed that Paresa had made temporarily, his golden eyes seemed to glow in the dark room. "I heard you had a nightmare, that's why I came in." Hermes explained softly.

"Yes, what did you hear?" Pareza asked.He withdrew his hand.

Hermes was silent for a while.

"You didn't say a whole word, but you were terrified."

Paresa laughed, as if it was fun to hear someone describe his nightmares.Then he heard Hermes ask him, "What did you dream about?"

"I forgot," Pareza said. "Do you have any more imaginative guesses?"

"...you ordered the massacre of the city today," Hermes replied, "this is the first time you have given such an order today."

Pareza almost laughed out loud.But in case the soldiers guarding the gate suspected that their chief was going mad, he did his best to keep his laughter to a minimum.

"In your heart, what kind of person am I—feeling guilty for ordering the massacre for the first time? No, in fact, I don't feel anything at all."

Those golden eyes looked at him.

"Yes," said Hermes, "feel nothing. The war has changed you."

"What?" Paresa laughed, "'War changed me'? Was I a benevolent person before?" He reached out to stroke the dragon's long hair.

Pareza said to Hermus, "Let's not waste the night with these meaningless conversations." He grabbed his long white hair and pulled Hermus closer.He looks like he'd love to kiss the dragon.

"You used to be willing to waste many nights with many pointless conversations," Hermes said.

Pareza's expression turned cold, and he threw down the long hair in his hand.Hermes realized he had said the wrong thing.He wanted to say something salvageable, but Pareza beat him.

"Actually, there is something I've wanted to tell you for a long time." Pareza stared at him, but this time he didn't smile.

Don't say it.thought Hermes.His premonition came true.

But Pareza said it anyway: "Maybe we should break up."

Hermes smiled.There was no smile in his eyes.

"Tell me it was a joke," said the dragon, and kissed Pareza.He kissed for a long time, as if he thought it would calm the mortal, and Pareza would take that back when they parted.He kissed very gently, carefully, and a little desperately.

Pareza accepted the kiss calmly, but when it was over, he curled the corners of his mouth into a mocking grin.

"You think I'm displeased with you? No, Hermus," he said. "I'm used to it. I wouldn't expect a powerful dragon who always does what he wants to suddenly treat a mortal as an equal." He tugged Hermes' hair, grabbing the dragon by the throat, began kissing him back roughly.There was nothing unhuman about the dragons in human form, and Hermes seemed to be like any ordinary mortal, and he began to gasp in pain as Pareza's grip on his throat became harder and harder.Pareza finished the kiss almost with murderous intent, and then he let Hermos go suddenly, and the latter coughed immediately after being let go.Pareza looked at the dragon tenderly, and began to stroke the dragon's white hair again, feeling their touch with affection.

"I don't have any grievances," Pareza said to the dragon, who had healed any wounds and looked up at him. "I'm obsessed with you, and I dare say I haven't even been so in the first year of my wife's marriage." Had a crush on her. And I've had a crush on you for so long. If you want and feel happy, I can say to you: Yes, I love you."

If his expression wasn't so cold, Hermos thought, he would be very happy.

"I'm sorry for my knee-jerk actions," Hermes said. "I can make a difference."

Pareza's movements stopped.

"Sorry," he said, "I misunderstood you. I don't need you to change, I need you to leave me."

The scales of Hermos popped out, and the pupils in the golden eyes became vertical.He pinned the mortal to his cot with such force that it nearly shattered Paresa's shoulder bones along with his bed.

"As I said," Hermes looked angrily at the mortal, "'Tell me it was a joke.'"

There was an uncontrollable smile on Pareza's face.

"That was a joke," he said kindly, "and then I can seriously tell you again: it's time for us to break up."

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In fact, this article is called "Night Wasted by Conversation" in my heart233