[Comprehensive] The game of the god of crossing

The first time I met Lucius was when I fainted from hunger. I hadn’t eaten for three days. I was going to look in the trash can for something to eat, but I didn’t make it there. It was dark before his eyes and passed out.

I don't know how long I've been in a coma, I just know that I'm not hungry at all when I wake up.

Opening his eyes, a good-looking boy was squatting in front of his eyes, holding a crystal bottle in his hand, with an annoyed expression on his face.

For a moment, a thought flashed through my mind.

Is this heaven?Otherwise, why would I not be hungry at all, and besides, there would be such a good-looking young man by my side.

"who are you?"

Speaking softly, Snape was afraid that he would disturb this angelic boy, and he was even more afraid that all this was a dream.

Sure enough, he shouldn't have spoken, otherwise, why would this angel boy disappear suddenly? What happened just now was really just a dream.

Annoyed, he tugged at the grass on the ground, and inadvertently, a cool thing stuck to his hand.

This is the bottle that the young man held in his hand just now. Could it be that all this is not a dream, a beautiful young man really just appeared in front of his eyes.

Holding the bottle, Snape calmed down and realized that there was an inexplicable good smell in the air that hadn't dissipated. This smell must be from the young man.

The bottle, the smell in the air, this boy really existed.

For some reason, thinking of the boy just now, Snape felt a little sweet in his heart, and his face couldn't help turning a little red.

Looking at the bottle in his hand, Snape hesitated what to do with him.

Anyway, it is impossible for him to sell this, this bottle is not cheap at first sight, maybe, the boy will come back to find him because of this bottle.

With this in mind, Snape decided to hide the bottle.

It is definitely not acceptable to take it home and hide it. If that person finds out, this bottle will not be able to wait for its real owner.

Frowning and thinking for a while, until the light fragrance in the air was replaced by a strange smell, Snape finally decided where to put the things.

The second time I met was when I accidentally saw the bottle, those people bullied me a lot, this time I was accidentally discovered by them, in order to snatch the bottle, those people surrounded and beat me For myself, however, thinking of that boy, I held the bottle tightly to my chest. Fortunately, the bottle was so small that they couldn't pull it out when I held it in my arms.

After a few attempts, they all failed. They were so angry that they kept holding my body with their feet. I could only protect the bottle well, and at the same time curled up to reduce the damage.

Consciousness gradually blurred, am I about to die, right? After I die, I can see angels. He won’t blame me for not being able to protect his bottle.

In a daze, I heard them say that I stole the bottle.

My body didn't know where the strength came from, so I opened my mouth to refute.

I didn't steal it, it was left here by an angel.

The consequence of saying this sentence is more intensive fists and kicks.

Feeling the pain in my body, I thought, this time, I am really going to die.

The air is gone, and that fragrance seems to appear again, it must be an angel, I am really dying.

Close your eyes and wait for death.

Am I dead, why doesn't it hurt at all?

A cool liquid passed over the tongue, swallowing unconsciously, the pain seemed to be slowly relieving.

Just when I was puzzled, a cool thing slid across my face, where the pain was slowly disappearing.

After hesitating for a moment, I opened my eyes, and sure enough, I saw the angel right in front of my eyes.

He is holding a beautiful box in his hand, and he is gluing the contents inside with his hands.

Is he giving me medicine?

This time, for fear of waking up from this beautiful dream again, I decided not to speak, but just looked at the angel quietly.

"you're awake."

Seeing the angel's startled look, sure enough, how could I, a lowly creature, fall into the angel's eyes? He saved me only because of that crystal bottle.

Squeezing the crystal bottle hard, I just remembered this bottle that I protected with my life.

"Where are they?" Why are they all gone?

"Those who beat you? Let me drive them away."

The angel's tone seemed to be unhappy. Was he angry with those people?Angry at those people bullying yourself?

Can he expect this?

Enough of Severus, how can you, a lowly fellow, get the mercy of an angel, the only thing you can do is hide in a corner and think about him secretly, like a dirty mouse in the sewer, you can't see the light for a lifetime.

Although I warned myself in my heart, my eyes still couldn't help but focus on this person.

"Thank you." Although he didn't know whether the angel cared about his thank you, Snape still wanted to say it.

Looking at the angel and smiling, sure enough, my thank you was right.

"Why did they beat you?"

Pursing his lips, Snape didn't want the angel to know why he was beaten.

Feeling the relieved pain in his body, he struggled to sit up, took out the crystal bottle with body temperature in his arms, and handed it to the angel with great reluctance.

After taking this bottle, the angel really has no intersection with himself.

Listening to the angel's surprised words, could it be that this bottle is nothing in his eyes? It turned out that this was not something the angel accidentally left behind.

As for myself, did the angel save me, like this bottle, never being taken into consideration by the angel.

It hurts sorely in my heart, it hurts more than when that person cursed his mother with vicious words.

"You, don't you need it?"

Since the angel doesn't want this bottle, can I keep it?

Just then, the angel reached out and took the bottle from his hand.

Could it be that angels are not even willing to give a bottle to themselves?My eyes are swollen and painful, as expected, I was expecting too much, in the future,...

"Thank you."

Hearing this, I couldn't help but look up at the angel, the angel's smile is so beautiful, the angel is looking at me! ! !

How could such a humble self look at the angel, he hurriedly lowered his head, he couldn't let his humble and dirty sight stain the angel.

Withdrawing his hand, the angel's fingertips scratched his palm just now, it was soft and slippery.

He's not a fool, just now the angel obviously didn't need that bottle, was it because he was afraid of embarrassing himself that the angel took back the 'garbage' to him?

Angels probably don't hate themselves, right?

Angels are angels, so kind and beautiful.

Such a dirty self can meet an angel, even if he dies immediately, then he will not regret it.