Deep sea mermaid head-to-head strategy

Klein specially left the lights on in the living room in case something unexpected happened in the middle of the night.

When he returned to the room, Sweet was leaning on the bedside to read his notes—it was some knowledge and customs recorded when he was traveling in various countries, so that later people can quickly integrate into foreign countries.

Someone wanted to bind this notebook into a book and publish it before, so before going to bed every day, if he was not too tired, he would organize a part of it.

I usually put it by the bedside, but I forgot to put it away just now.

The light in the bedroom is soft, falling on Sweet, wrapping his aggressive handsomeness, eliminating the edges and corners, and displaying it dimly, revealing some ambiguous meaning.

Hearing the sound of footsteps coming in, Sweet said without looking up, "You've been to many places."

Not a question but a statement.

So Klein didn't respond either, and just said, "These are just manuscripts. You can go to the study room and get them yourself, whatever type of book you want to read."

As he spoke, he put the glass of water he brought on the bedside table over Sweet. When he bent over, his shoulder cast a shadow on half of Sweet's shoulder, and the refreshing taste spread down along with the shadow.

Sweet raised his head and looked straight over. His eyes seemed to be the first time he saw Klein after seven years, full of scrutiny and thought.

He thought that Klein's room would be very cozy, and his voice, smile, and gentle tone of voice all gave people such associations.

But when he stood at the door, he saw that it was decorated in a large area of ​​cool colors, and the furnishings in the room were simple and practical, which could be seen at a glance.

It seems that the owner here is just a sojourner here and may leave at any time, so when adding items, he is always cautious and cautious, with reservations.

Not long ago, when Klein came home at night and saw Mephides waiting, his eyes that were touched for a moment flashed past.

Sweet thought: he obviously likes family.

Klein turned a blind eye to Sweet's gaze, put down the water glass and said, "You'd better go to bed early and replenish your strength quickly." He turned around to the other side, lifted the quilt and went to bed.

Sweet closed the diary, followed Klein's gaze and asked, "Are you sure you don't have anything to ask?"

"Are you still not sleepy?" Klein couldn't think of any other reason for Sweet to talk to him.

"……Um."

Klein guessed that Sweet wanted to chat with him for the same purpose as listening to a lullaby.

After thinking about it, he asked, "Are Wenger, Ferguson and Locke also mermaids?"

"Yes."

"Aren't they coming to accompany you this time?"

"Well. Last time they made their own decisions."

Klein searched his mind and asked the question he was more concerned about: "When will Mr. Parton come?"

"uncertain."

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"The originally planned place to go through the transformation period was not Paloy Port, but another coast. Parton and I got separated and were brought here."

With Mephides' appearance, it is indeed easy for people with bad intentions to miss her.

Klein: "Is there no way to contact you?"

Not when he was Mephides, but now he has regained part of the ability to communicate with the ocean.

As long as he told the creatures in the sea about his whereabouts, there would naturally be countless underwater species to help him pass the word to Parton.

Sweet said without changing his face, "No."

There are not a few races on the bottom of the sea that harbor ill will toward mermaids, and many mermaids of the same race covet royal blood.

He has not completely transformed at present, and is still in a weak stage. Revealing his whereabouts is tantamount to throwing a bait into a fish pond.

Every time you transform, you have to change the location, just to avoid these unnecessary troubles.

So he said that there was no way to contact Parton, and he was not lying.

Klein didn't know the twists and turns, and asked, "Then you want to move next door?"

"You said I could live here."

"That's..." It was said to Mephides.

Sweet obviously knew what he meant and raised his eyebrows.

Klein scratched the tip of his nose in embarrassment, "Ugh" and said, "Okay, you can do it too."

Originally, he was worried about what would happen to Mephides when the Pearl went to sea in two months.

Since it was Sweet, he didn't have to worry about it.

Let him go. Sweet can live in this house for as long as he wants.

Sweet was satisfied.

The room fell silent, and the lights flickered in the space between the two of them.

After a while, Sweet said, "I'm sorry about what happened seven years ago."

"What are you referring to?" Klein said with a faint smile, "I don't really remember what you need to apologize for. Instead, I need to apologize and thank you."

Hearing Klein's calm tone, Sweet's heart sank, and he frowned and said, "That night—"

"During that time, I caused you a lot of trouble, and I never apologized to you. There is also the matter of my grandpa. Maybe you think it's just a little effort, but for me, you have helped me a lot. So you don't have to I'm sorry, I should be nice to Mephides, and I should be nice to you, too."

Klein's expression was calm, neither the indifference that he deliberately avoided, nor the trance when he wanted to hide it, but a relaxed smile that finally settled a matter on his mind, and even a little bit of comfort.

What he said was after thinking, so he said that Sweet doesn't need to apologize, he really thinks so.

The relationship between people is not afraid of enmity, but forgetting and not caring.

Regardless of favor or hatred, as long as you remember, it is good.

But Klein no longer cared about what happened back then, and the kindness that should be repaid is almost finished, and the rest is only to describe Stranger Things.

From the moment Klein removed himself from the story of the year, Sweet had this premonition, and his premonition is gradually being fulfilled——

Even after witnessing such an impactful scene of mermaid transformation, Klein still wasn't very curious about him, and the questions he asked all revolved around when the current cohabitation relationship would end.

"It's late. Go to bed early."

Klein habitually raised his hand, as if he wanted to rub it on Sweet's head, but then remembered that it was not Mephides in front of him, curled up his raised fingers and put them down.

"Good night."

Before Sweet could say anything, Klein turned off the bedside lamp on his side and lay down in the dark.