I am straight!

Jumping to find the owner.

"Ann, the little animal is actually very cute. If you treat it well, it will treat you well."

"Do not care."

"...you guy..."

"Anyway, if you don't hurry up, you won't have time to make dinner. Those starving ghosts are still waiting for you to feed them."

"... Phew... well, let's go home."

50. So what exactly is this chapter?

The next morning Elliot stood sleepily by the kitchen while I was washing the rice bowls that I had already eaten.

Ann and Claude both had classes, went out, Xavier disappeared, and Elliot... Aren't you hypotensive?Didn't get up before eight o'clock in the morning every day?

I looked at him suspiciously, and finally didn't ask, just waiting for him to speak first.

"Hexian, let's go out together?"

"why?"

"Go for a morning run."

"……what?"

"If you don't hurry up, you won't be able to make it through the marathon at the beginning of next month."

"...Okay, you have some porridge first, wait for me," I took off my apron, went back to the room and changed into a looser sportswear, and when I came out again, the pot was already empty, and only Elliot hiccupped in satisfaction.

In fact, morning jogs are good for your health, but for Elliot who suffers from low blood pressure if he doesn't get enough sleep, I can only pray that he doesn't fall down on the road.

I sighed, and could only walk on the path while supporting him—really, don’t go out if you’re sleepy, and run with me so reluctantly... Even if you are so tired that you vomit blood, I won’t sympathize!

I thought so, but I still couldn't help but help this guy to the bench by the roadside with a bit of distress, let him rest on my shoulder and continue to catch up on sleep.

Well, I had a good morning run, and it was over after only 10 minutes of running.

This is a secluded path with lush sycamore trees and delicate-looking low bushes. It is only a little past six o'clock in the morning, and the birds are getting up early and playing hide-and-seek on the treetops. Chuochuo is unreal, but occasionally sings loudly, which makes people feel comfortable.

Elliot whispered in his sleep, and couldn't hear what he was saying, but his voice was very gentle and magnetic, which made people feel comfortable.

... This guy is really suitable to be a singer.

Thinking about it this way, I feel more and more that this idea is really suitable for Elliot.

Good looks, good acting skills, good voice... If you want to be an actor or something, it's not too difficult, right?

As long as he has a suitable script, he will definitely become famous. After all, he is not ordinary rich... After all, this guy actually aims to be a director.

I should have shot some short films, I really want to see them.

But having said that... this guy is really beautiful.

I looked sideways at the people around me in a daze.

The golden hair was illuminated by the morning light, almost transparent, and glistened as if intertwined with sunlight.

I couldn't help reaching out and grabbing the guy's long hair, rubbing it in my hands... Sure enough, it was as soft and thin as Harry's hair.

Pfft, if this guy knows that I compare him to a little monkey, he will be angry.

As I was thinking about it, the person next to me suddenly mumbled and put his arms around my waist.

I stiffened into his arms.

The weight of this guy is all on me now.

Although it is very warm and he is not heavy, it is inevitable that I still find it strange.

Two men hugging each other so intimately...it's so awkward...

I don't know if I should push this guy away.

... Forget it, they are all men anyway, and there is no question of who will suffer or not... Just treat it as being entangled by a sloth.

Thinking about it this way, I feel that the hand on my waist is not so much of a hindrance.

Having said that, Elliot seems to be also a member of the photography club?

Ahhh, it's really tiring to juggle the student union, studies, and the photography club. No wonder I haven't been to the part of the photography club once, and the album is empty.

...Suddenly feel that this guy is a bit pitiful.

Probably there are few ordinary pastimes and hobbies, because I haven't seen him being passionate about anything.

People, there is always a hobby to kill the boring time.

Huh... I'm a little sleepy...

I thought, I might as well close my eyes and lean on him to rest my mind.

...Actually, I didn't want to sleep at first, but for some reason, I felt drowsy because of that guy's warm body temperature and moist breath.

So fell asleep like this.

It's still the big sunflower field.

In the sunshine that was so bright that it was unreal, I sat alone in the middle of the flower field, holding a big sunflower disc and crying.

The leaves have shrunk, and the delicate and bright yellow petals have withered and yellowed, obviously it is a flower that has been dead for a long time.

I cried very sadly, I was out of breath, and the tears rolled down, and I couldn't wipe them dry.

It was a sunflower I planted with my own hands. I watched it germinate, draw fire, and poke out the first green leaf...but it withered and died within a day or two.

Unwilling, sad, and want to cry.

It was such an emotion that I couldn't stop crying.

Then someone hugged me and stroked my back gently.

do not Cry.

As he said this, he kissed my cheek lightly, and his lips were wet with tears, which made me a little embarrassed.

I don't want to be hated by him... I tried my best to hold back my crying and shrugged my shoulders sobbing.

He patted my back with gentle movements. Although it was a very unfamiliar movement, it gave me great comfort, and I felt so heartbroken that I couldn't help crying again.

Don't be sad, let's make it come alive.

As the man said so, he took the flower plate in my hand.

Really?

Yep.

He led me and walked on some muddy trails, to an open place, and broke off the flower discs.

Like magic or magic, a large bouquet full of sunflower seeds was in his palm.

I took my beloved small shovel and worked hard to dig out a small hole, took the seeds in his hand and buried them.

Will it come alive?

Will do.

He comforted me and sat on the ridge with me, not caring at all whether the black soil would stain his white clothes.

brother angel...

kindness?

Will we be able to see many new sunflowers growing out of the ground next spring?

That's right, they are all planted with minor chords.

Then I want to invite Brother Angel to eat sunflower seeds, my favorite!

it is good.

Brother Angel, what's your name?Why didn't you tell the chords your name all the time?

It's because you didn't ask.

So, what's the name of that angel brother?

Wondering?

kindness!want to know!

Then don't forget.

Chords will not be forgotten!Will always keep it in my heart!

I will always remember the chord... When we meet again, I will definitely recognize you.

Brother Angel smiled, as described in every fairy tale, as gentle as dewdrops on rose petals in the morning.

my name is……

what is it then?

Can't think... I woke up...

I opened my eyes in a daze, and saw Elliot's smiling face.

"You finally woke up."

Only then did I realize that at some point, I was completely embraced by Elliot, and I was suspicious of him.

I didn't bother to continue to care about the posture, propped up my body, and touched my dizzy head. I felt that the beautiful smile in the dream that made my heart beat hadn't dissipated, and it kept shaking in my mind.

Who is that person... Speaking of which, I seem to have dreamed of this person a lot lately... and that sunflower field... I feel very familiar...

It's like... like I forgot something important.

Something very important and heavy.

But...but I can't remember...

"What's wrong?" Elliot asked me, reaching out to help me rub my temples: "Did you have a nightmare?"

"Ah no...it's a sweet dream." I enjoyed Elliot's rare thoughtfulness.

The fingers massaging my temples were gentle and firm, and I felt slightly less dizzy.

"In my dream... there was a very beautiful person..."

"Your dream girl?"

"No," I smiled, "it's a man."

"When did you have such a good appetite that both men and women can eat it?" Elliot frowned: "Who was it in the dream?"

"That's why I said it's not the lover of my dreams... As for who... I don't remember, I can't see the face at all."

"Then you still say he is beautiful?"

"He must be pretty," I shrugged, "otherwise I wouldn't be so infatuated with him."

That person must be beautiful...otherwise I would never have called him an angel as a kid.

You must know that when I was a child, I heard too many fairy tales, and I always felt that the blond, blue face, and so beautiful that the sky and the earth paled are angels.

"...Huh, am I as handsome as you?" Ai Lue cut out dissatisfied, and pouted to play cute.

"It's incomparable," I said calmly, "You are Dust Mud, and others are Bai Xue."

"...This description..."

"Ah, I'm not exaggerating," I said sincerely, "It's the truth."

"……Humph……"

"But...you are a little bit like him."

"Where?" He asked me curiously.

"They're all blond and blue-eyed, and they're all as dazzling as lights."

"...When you say that, it makes me really want to dye my hair."

"Dyeing your hair?" I looked at Elliot and chuckled, "No, I can't imagine your hair in other colors. Sure enough, blond hair suits you best... just like a prince."

"prince?"

"My first impression of you was when I thought, ah, this man rides a white horse and wears a sword, isn't he the prince from a fairy tale?"

"...You read too many fairy tales."

"I think so too." I shrugged, raised my wrist and looked at my watch: "It's only 07:30, do you want to continue to practice long-distance running with me?"

"Of course