[Comprehensive English and American] Jason's beautiful day

What's wrong with this man?

Jason watched blankly as Yewing took his favorite bowl, touched his favorite spoon, took away his soup, sat on his seat, and snatched his cat— —

Ah no, it's not my cat.

Jason's eyelids twitched.

Ye Yi... In his vague memory, this person doesn't seem to be like this?The black-haired man's brows and eyes are always condensed with unresolved anxiety. Even if he has a warm side, it is always like a time bomb/bomb, which can explode if he is not careful.

So who is the person who is dangling around on this chair, squinting his eyes, exuding a warm and harmonious atmosphere?

"The taste is so perfect, you don't know, what have I been eating lately..." Dick scraped the bottom of the bowl cherishingly, sat up slightly, and his expression suddenly became very serious.

Jason: "?"

He's going to fight me?

Jason's heart trembled, and he clenched his fist slightly, ready to hit Ye Yi's beautiful face with his fist if something went wrong.

After deliberating for a long time, Dick gave up organizing his words, pushed the bowl forward, and said very bluntly, "I want to have another bowl."

Jason:  …

This man is not a fool?

Seeing that Jason didn't respond, Dick withdrew his hand very naturally, fished the bowl back to his side, and walked into the kitchen as if nothing had happened.

Jason: "?"

living comfortably without anybody's help?But this is someone else's house, why are you so skilled?

Maybe it's a little boy who is used to free food.

System: ... What qualifications do you have to say anything about others?

Jason rubbed two more cat heads. The soft fur relieved his unhappiness. He kicked the chair, opened the refrigerator, took out a baguette, broke it and threw it into the soup.

Dick just came out with a bowl. Seeing Jason's actions, he couldn't help but startled. This scene was a bit familiar. A long time ago, the four of them ate together, and Jason was exactly the same as now.

"Me too." He shook his head, put the memories behind him, and pushed the bowl in front of Jason in an almost coquettish tone.

Jason: ...?

Subtle feeling of being pushed on the nose on the face.

But those eyes—whatever, he really wanted to drive Nightwing out of the house, leaving only his cat, but those eyes were like precious gems, no, gems can't describe the color, the lack of haze Blue made Jason unable to speak for no reason.

Dick: "I'm so lucky to have a perfect neighbor. Speaking of which, I haven't asked your name yet?"

"—you can call me Jason."

Jason didn't hide it at all, staring at Ye Yi's face closely, not letting go of any slight expression on his face.

He did it on purpose - I remember you, you're the only thing left of my vague past, and me?What do I mean to you?

Dick blinked, and there was nothing strange: "Your name is Jason? I used to have an acquaintance named Jason."

acquaintance?

He raised a little anger from the bottom of his heart for no reason, not too intense, but enough to choke people.

You just use acquaintances to describe our relationship?The kind of address that you can use just by knowing a name?

To you, am I an acquaintance?

He didn't consider at all that he might not be the acquaintance in the words.

How could it not be me?

Jason lowered his eyes and stared at a corner of the table: "This is not an uncommon name, someone you can think of when you hear the name... Do you have a good relationship with him?"

Dick hooked his lips, looked sideways, and raised an extremely beautiful arc at the end of his eyes——

Oh shit.

What's the use of a man being so good-looking?Jason thought blankly.

Dick tilted his head and smiled at Jason: "It's okay."

--good?

That little bit of anger seemed to be thrown a handful of firewood, and it burned blazingly.

Jason raised his eyes and stared at Dick's face without evasion at all. He didn't look away until Dick's back was hairy.

Dick swallowed hard, and cautiously: "... Is there something on my face?"

Jason squinted his eyes. There was no smile in the green eyes, which were as cold as the permafrost of the Arctic.

"I just thought you looked familiar," he said.

Dick's heart skipped a beat.

what happened?Does Little Wing recognize who I am?It shouldn't be - I'm just a good neighbor.

Big Blue Jay quickly reviewed his vigilante career to make sure he hadn't shown his face after Jason lost his memory.

Is that something wrong with Clark's glasses?

This is also impossible, the game of fifty shades of gray between the rich guy and the little reporter is all supported by that pair of glasses-so why does Xiaojie bird think I look familiar?

Dick laughed twice: "Maybe you have seen me elsewhere, but you don't have the impression, we are neighbors."

Jason narrowed his eyes.

Dick still had that perfect smile on his face, cold sweat broke out behind his back, and he hesitated: "What's wrong?"

Jason: "Do you have any misunderstandings about yourself?"

System: ...You two are simply poisonous.

Outrageous.

The world is confused.

What is this I know you don't know who I am but I know who you are sex game?

Dick tugged at his temples, trying to divert from this dangerous topic, and then saw the cup lowered as if there was a note on it, the little black face looked at the master's line of sight, and stretched out his hairy paws to scratch.

It accidentally knocked over the glass of water, and Dick raised the glass in a panic, trying to wipe it with his sleeve.

"Sorry about that……"

Jason stood up abruptly, grabbed the wet note, and squeezed it into a ball.

Dick was a little overwhelmed, and retracted his hand embarrassingly, his lips moved slightly, as if he wanted to apologize.

Jason: "It's fine."

Dick: "But...how about going to the sun for a while."

The big blue bird acted like a guest who had caused trouble, with the tails of its eyes drooping slightly, like a kitten, but in fact, it seemed that a stone had been stuffed in its stomach, sinking heavily along with its heart.

He saw the words on the note, and there was a familiar word written on it, and just seeing it made him feel chills down his back.

—Gotham.

**

How did things become like this?

Ye Yi, this guy who was supposed to be jumping up and down over Bludhaven every day, with his cat in his mouth, went into the house as a matter of course. When he realized it, there were already many more things in his house that didn't belong to him. his stuff.

The cat litter box in the corner, the cat climbing frame on the balcony, an extra pair of slippers in the shoe cabinet, two toothbrushes on the sink...

And cereal.

Jason never imagined that a vigilante could lead such a shabby life, like a cereal perpetual motion machine, driven only by such unnutritious things.

Shouldn't vigilantes be rich?

At the beginning, he was too lazy to care about the big blue bird, and let him walk around in his house. At first he said he was looking for a cat, then he was looking for a meal, and in the end he simply stopped looking for extra reasons, and he was upright when he was free Lying on the sofa, holding a bucket of popcorn in his arms, his legs stretched out and collapsed into a long stretch——

How did things become like this?

But this feeling was not bad. As time went by, he could understand more and more why his past self liked being Ye Yi's little follower.

This man is so damn sweet.

In addition, as long as Ye Yi was in this room, he could sleep well. The sense of trust and security engraved in his bone marrow made it impossible for Jason to drive him away.

He doesn't know who I am anyway, I'm just a good neighbor, Jason thought confidently.

In this way, he began to live under one roof with a superhero.

Dick: "What movie are you watching tonight?"

He shook the remote control in his hand: "Don't let me watch literary films anymore, only you will like that kind of stuff."

Jason retorted subconsciously, but his voice was quite brisk: "You should watch more tasteful things."

Oh... I don't know when this habit was developed. It seems that this big blue bird insists on having a movie night every Wednesday when he is at home?

Thanks to this talkative Yeyi, he now knows his family like the back of his hand.

Nightwing has a warm and happy home.

An old-fashioned and strict father, a doting grandfather, three younger brothers, one in a rebellious period, one who stays up all night without sleep, and one who never comes home——

It sounded quite normal, Jason was a little surprised by this, based on his experience, people who choose to be vigilantes have lost something or experienced some painful past.

But maybe only that kind of family can raise such an incredible vigilante.

Yes, incredible.

Ye Yi's temper is too gentle, and he never offends anyone when he speaks. When staying with him, he always feels like he is being soaked in warm water.

On the other hand, he behaved at two extremes with him.

He is always unable to control his emotions - this is another novel experience, when he was alone before, he would just shrink under the quilt in the worst case, but in front of Ye Yi, he would look like an adolescent The boy, unscrupulously vented his emotions at him.

For a while, I was troubled by the sequelae of Lazarus Pool. I never spoke with a good accent, and my whole person was depressed like a mushroom, and a little thing could ignite a fire/powder barrel.

When he roared at Ye Yi for the first time, the man's beautiful blue eyes flashed with a hint of injury.

Dick: "I just..."

The severe headache quickly overwhelmed the subtle guilt, and there was still a bit of cruel pleasure in my heart.

He said, "Get out."

The man lowered his eyes, bit his lip, and quietly left his house, stepping lightly as if he had pads on his feet.

This is the end-this inexplicable relationship was just an accident.

He was sitting in a room alone, holding the big blue bird cat in a daze, still feeling a little phantom pain in his head, the room was empty, and the silence was scary.

"Picked my cat and yelled at me."

Jason turned his head stiffly. The beautiful blue-eyed man was scratching the balcony, wrinkling his nose and complaining to himself.

"Why do you...?" He asked unconsciously, and consciously slipped his words, pursing his lips uncomfortably.

Dick supported the balcony with his hands, flipped lightly, landed on the ground, and blinked his left eye.

"if not?"

Dick said inscrutably, "I forgive you."

But he quickly laughed again, and when he smiled, his blue eyes became bright: "Although I don't know what I can forgive... Anyway, I'm not angry."

The stone in the throat suddenly disappeared.

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Jason: Nightwing is great.