A retired magician raises a bucket daily

In a blizzard day, it is impossible to tell the difference between day and night. Even if the alarm clock rings in the early morning, the day is coming again. Looking outside the window, it is still gray. There were several shrill cracks from the branches, which were quickly covered by the murmur of the wind and snow.

The mobile phone placed by the bedside vibrated - and then jingled - a lot of messages, Reed reached out to pick it up and looked at it - most of them were polite words of blessing - it seemed that they were sent in groups.

Today is the end of the year - oh my god.Reed left his cell phone behind and thought, tonight is New Year's Eve, the blizzard has lasted for three days, and it is estimated that it will stop tomorrow.

I don't know if the door downstairs of the apartment can still be opened. If there is too much snow, it may be blocked.

There wasn't much to do at home, and the gray weather was always a distraction—something to do.The finished movie discs are full-rows of shelves, and the central air conditioner supplies heat day and night. Sometimes when Reed opens the balcony door to take a breath, he will be hit by the coldness outside, and he shrinks his shoulders and wraps himself tightly. The pajamas on his back closed the door forcefully, and Jason sat beside him and laughed at him, saying that a boy in his twenties is really naive, and his calmness and coldness in front of other people in the past are completely lost after stepping into this house. —It’s clean, I have to compete with him in everything, whether the food is delicious, who has more balance in the bank card, who knows more foreign languages, who insists on bed It's been longer...it doesn't mean to show off, just want to act like a baby to the person you like.So in the competition between the two of them who can resist the cold better, Jason Todd, who was naked and opened the balcony window, was 21 years old and immediately caught a cold and a fever.

39.2 ° C.

"You are an idiot!" Although the magic can heal the wound, there is still nothing to do with this kind of fever. The fever has not dropped but has risen a little, Reed muttered, "What if the fever is even more stupid? .”

"Wow! Then you don't want me!" A certain person with sharp ears was so angry that he lifted the quilt and lay back obediently under the gaze of the magician. I didn’t get sick when I huddled together to hide from the wind and snow, and rummaged through the garbage cans to eat. I didn’t even have many inflammations after being injured. I once felt that I had completely cut off the relationship with these influenzas and so on. , I really didn't expect that while the quality of life is improving, colds can follow.

Reed sighed, and found a box of cold medicine in the cabinet in the living room: "No matter how stupid you are, you will get it."

The kettle in the kitchen whined, and Reed opened it to make some potion. When he heard Jason coughing, he ran to the bed in the guest room, wrapped himself in a thick quilt, and lay down. The understanding Mr. Red Hood was worried. I transmitted the cold virus to the weak magician, so the distance between the two people was automatically isolated.

So it has become like this now, I can't sleep at all.

Reed turned over on the empty bed, colder than the quilt—a bit of air scrambled in through the gaps, and he shivered from the cold.

Was he really so afraid of the cold?The vampire began to think suspiciously, then retracted a little further into the quilt, pressing the quilt tightly without leaving any gaps.

—If you stick to something for 21 days, it will become a habit. If you have sex more often, you will get used to the warm and close body.People who have tasted sweet things don't like to pay attention to those bitter ones, and people don't want to go back to the ice field after experiencing warmth.

—It’s cold when I sleep alone.

He looked at the time. It was 12:[-] in the morning. The antipyretics Jason took before going to bed had a sleeping effect, and he was already fast asleep.Reed tiptoed out of bed, stepped on soft slippers and walked to the guest room. The bed in the guest room was smaller than the double bed in the master bedroom. Reed stood at the head of the bed and estimated it with his eyes.

When they bought this bed, they didn't think about how many people would come to stay in their house, so they bought the bed casually. Reed stayed in that room more while painting, so the bed was only occupied by the wall. A very small place.

Two adult men should... barely lie down, right?

Thinking about it, Reed lifted the quilt with his hands, stretched one leg in first, and then slowly stuffed his other leg in.The bed was as warm as he expected, so the vampire squeezed in a little more, raised Jason's hand a little, and slipped in skillfully.

Oops I'm alive.

Jason just moved and didn't wake up, but his hands had habitually put people in his arms.The chest was warm, and so was the breath—everything they loved best in winter.Reed moved closer to Jason's face, picked a position, kissed the edge of Jason's chin, and said softly, "Good night, Jay."

So he soon fell asleep.

"Why are you here!" Jason always felt his nose itchy when he was about to wake up in the morning, and he didn't want to sneeze, but he felt surrounded by some furry things. When he opened his eyes, his sight first It fell on the front window, and the glass was covered with white mist due to the temperature difference, so he couldn't see the situation outside clearly. He reacted for a few seconds before he realized that he was lying in his arms—a vampire, the culprit who made his nose itchy. The culprit was the other party's soft black hair.

"Morning..." Reed, who was full of Jason's energy, stared dazedly. He wanted to give a good morning kiss, but Jason avoided him, so he—relaxed and smashed into the pillow again , with half of his face sunk in it, he asked vaguely: "Are you going out today? I woke up so early...it's still not bright yet, is there anything you want to eat...I— I'll do it for you later..."

"How could you go out? It's already seven o'clock. I'll make breakfast—so why did you come here to sleep!" Jason asked him speechlessly.

"Ah... because it's cold to sleep alone," Reed continued to sleep holding his hand, "I want to hug Jason."

"..." Help.Is this really something I can hear?

The well-known Mr. Red Hood—he was dizzy from being hit by a straight ball at a speed of 185 kilometers per hour, and he couldn't speak for a while.

"...I have a cold and it will be contagious to you." Jason took a few deep breaths, ready to reason with the other party for the second time.

Reluctantly, the vampire stretched out his hand from under the quilt to touch his forehead to feel the temperature, and announced after a while: "You have gone down the fever."

Hearing that Jason twisted his neck and waved his arms, he found that the jerky pain from yesterday was indeed gone, even his throat was no longer sore, and there was no cough that would pop up to interrupt him from time to time, but Jason still jumped out of bed and made himself another cup of cold medicine. After drinking it, he returned to the bed, pinched the other person's wrist and said, "It's still very dangerous, you are not in good health, how easy it is to get sick... ..."

Reed yawned, and opened his teary warm brown eyes to look at him, "Did you finish? Then go back to sleep."

Jason had no choice but to go along with it.

By the time the two of them were able to get up from the bed, it was almost noon to the afternoon.

"I'm really not as weak as you think." Reed said dissatisfiedly after swallowing the last piece of sandwich. "At that time, it was only... that I fell into a coma because of the large dose of that medicine."

"Then how about we have a sparring session?" Jason suggested.The rhythm at home is too slow, they are stuck together all day, talking sticky words, watching movies, reading books or having sex in bed, their minds are full of love and three meals a day.

Ordinary people's lives might be like this... Thinking about it, Jason felt like he was going to be made into a useless person.

The undefeated king in the training room of the Clock Tower was very interested in this. He hadn't exercised for a long time. He had been lazy at home for a few days. When he was arrested by Fergus, he had no strength because of the influence of drugs. , In the end they were taken away by the nest, and they didn't do anything.

They vacated the living room, and Jason said it was big enough, the last time he and Damian had a fight here without destroying any furniture.

Batman's education is not to underestimate anyone.Besides, he has seen magicians make shots before. Although the number of times is not many, he can always solve the problem neatly every time, so when facing him, he is also prepared to go all out. Take it easy - point.After all, for so many years, people in their family, whether it was Bruce and him or Dick and him, had fought with each other without mercy (Jason had let the water go when he was young), even Tim They came here next to each other, let alone Damian who grew up in the League of Assassins.

Reed changed into a suit that was slightly slimmer than his pajamas, and it felt a lot like his old practice clothes to the touch.There was still a smile on his face when he was posing to attack Jason.

What is important in fighting is fast, ruthless and accurate, but not in sparring. What is important in sparring is fighting. There must be back and forth. Although the two of them started to spar, it looked like they were fighting, and the fists they swung were caught. , the kicked leg was dodged, and occasionally the back of the head would hit the ground, one person was knocked down by another person twisting the wrist, crackling, ding ding dong dong, it was too noisy...so the two of them ended up with More or less bruised, lying on the ground while gasping for breath.

"Hey, it's a tie." Jason said lazily, hooked his little finger to the opponent's finger, and then - grasped it little by little, kneading the fingertips with a bit of eroticism, "Does it hurt?"

The magician whimpered, and the bruises healed, he said, "How could it hurt—"

Then he turned his head to find Jason's lips. He raised his upper body, pressed Jason's shoulders, and lowered his head to kiss him.

So in the end it will be like this, even if we fight, we will hit the bed.

On the last day of this year, the blizzard finally stopped in the middle of the night, and the sound of slapping on glass without windows appeared frequently.

Fireworks were set off somewhere outside the window, multicolored light came in through the misty foggy window, and fell on the walls of the dark room and the undulating light-colored quilt, everyone was celebrating this nonsense— The year passed again.People across the country are counting down '3, 2, 1'.

The two of them were on the bed, their lips and teeth fused together, wet and sticky, their arms were tightly hugged so warmly, as if the whole world was only the people in front of them.

"Keep loving me," Reed said.

"Stay for me," Jason said.