Maple leaves, daisies, roses and irises

He is the radiance of God's glory, the exact representation of His nature.

The disintegration of the Soviet Union/Union has brought a lot of shocks to the world, and the first to bear the brunt is the hegemony of the United States/U.S.A.Half a century of hostility has finally disappeared, and the poor child who was controlled and tortured has finally reached the pinnacle of power.

The internal entanglement was ultimately not as reconcilable as Alfred described it, shortly after a private meeting between Braginski and his sisters, due to inappropriate policies by league bosses and internal conflicts, on the afternoon of December 1991, 12 At 25:7, the faltering alliance collapsed.

However, none of this mattered much to Matthew. It should be said that there was nothing that could attract his great attention.Neither the ecstasy of his southern twin, eager to launch a series of diplomatic moves, nor the heightened European Union precautions, nor the vague unease in the Middle East mean nothing to him.It doesn't make any sense.

Inexplicably, he became more and more lethargic, returning to the leisurely life before the two world wars.He also has no desire to know about his boss's actions, he doesn't like to do it himself like his brother.Most of the time, the servant would put the report on his desk, and he was only responsible for asking Xiong Erlang to pick up the seal for approval—he didn't even have to go out of the room.He doesn't want to understand the complicated world more and more.

He even moved his family away from Ottawa to Port Craig, across the channel to Lord Dinmark's area.There are few maple trees here, but the sky is covered with pure white snow, which is like a dream city in severe winter.There are no noisy orientals following the trend to emigrate here, and the streets are very clean and quiet, as if the whole world is in extreme silence. ①Looking out of the window, the slightly low houses are lined up, row upon row, neat and orderly, completely different from the busy strings and urgent pipes in Ottawa and Toronto, which has a special interest.

This taste was just what Matthew liked.He began to fall in love with cooking a pot of maple syrup on a snowy day, filling it with a small glass, and standing by the window holding the warm and slightly hot cup, quietly watching the perfect street scene like a masterpiece of God.Snowfall is different from rain. The snowfall is silent. The sky is full of white flakes that are scattered on the ground, roof, and pedestrians' shoulders and heads. Looking down from upstairs, it is pure white, which makes Matthew feel extremely at ease.

For some reason, Xiong Erlang couldn't remember his name more and more—in fact, he also couldn't remember Xiong Erlang's name more and more.He couldn't tell whether it was Xiong Erlang, Xiong Sanlang, or Xiong Silang, so he decided to call it Mr. Xiong for the time being.Mr. Xiong always mispronounced his name, and this tendency to lose memory became more and more serious, which made Matthew very distressed-but he attributed this loss of memory to the influence of strange environments, and didn't pay much attention to it.He tried his best to decorate the small house in Port Craig just like his home in Ottawa. He even tried to follow the previous recipes for his diet, even if the raw materials were not enough. He wanted to give Mr. Xiong a comfortable environment so that he could heal his pain amnesia.

He lived his little life quietly, in an almost hermit life, and gave up his newspaper subscription.

No one would bother him, because no one would want to come to such a cold place.

Matthew thought so.

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It was Francis Bonofova who broke the silence.

Matthew was taken aback when the doorbell rang; his shock was beyond words when he saw a delicate man with blond hair and blue eyes looking at him from under a coat hat covered with snow.

Wait, wait, Mr. France/France? !

"Did you see that I was so shocked that I couldn't speak, my dear Williams?" Francis' expression was as frivolous as ever, and his smile was like a warm sun melting ice and snow in the cold. "Aren't you inviting me in?"

"Bo, Monsieur Bonofova! Why are you here?"

"That question, we can wait until we get in and sit down to discuss it. Ah, I'm freezing to death, I think I need state-of-the-art heating and a warm whiskey. Do you have whiskey here?"

Matthew closed the door that kept pouring in the cold wind, and took off Francis's thick coat covered with snow and hung it at the door, "No, I don't have wine here, but I have maple syrup. Would you like some maple syrup? I just cooked it of?"

"That would be great." Francis laughed.

The two walked into the living room.Matthew's house in Ottawa is a two-story villa, but here it is an ordinary bungalow, but it is decorated by the owner to give it a different feeling.The dim light shines on the wooden floor, and the texture of the floor casts strange shadows. A simple but exquisite glass chandelier hangs directly above the coffee table in the living room, and a vermilion three-seater sofa leans against the wall.Matthew sat down with his guest. "It seems that you have a good life here." Francis concluded after looking around.

"It's okay." Matthew said perfunctorily, he was more concerned about another matter now, "Why did you come here?"

"I'll answer your question later." Francis looked sideways at him with a smile, "You first answer my question that many people care about. Why would you go to such a remote place alone, even Almost cut off contact with the outside world? If your boss hadn't been looking for you desperately, no one would have known you were here."

Matthew frowned slightly after hearing this, "Does my boss already know that I'm here?"

"if not?"

"Aside from my boss and you, who else knows I'm here?"

"No," Francis paused. "Exactly, I don't know if they know you're here."

Matthew pursed his lips in dissatisfaction.This small gesture was quickly discovered by the blond man, "What are you worrying about?"

"Me? No, I'm not. I'm not bothered?"

"For God's sake, don't try to fool me, Williams! The tone and eyes of the blond man seem to be looking at a disobedient child, "Let me ask another question: you are worried about who knows your whereabouts ? "

"I didn't." Matthew said angrily.

"You stubborn guy." Francis shook his head helplessly, "It seems that the cold weather has tempered your eloquence. Forget it," he took a deep breath, "Let me put it this way, I think you need to go back. This That's why I'm here with you."

"Go back? Where? Ottawa?"

"Isn't it?" The blue eyes were as serene as the sky after rain. "It's a coward's way to hide."

"I didn't hide!"

Matthew retorted reflexively, but the blond man shook his head even more. "The world doesn't need your participation, but it can't live without you, Williams. The boss can't solve everything, and you have to take on your own responsibilities. This is a must for every boy to grow into a man." road."

"But, Monsieur Bonofoir, what does it matter to you? I mean," added Matthew, suddenly feeling a bit inappropriate, "my results have absolutely no adverse effect on you..."

Francis clicked his tongue before he was finished. "You can say that, Williams! It's okay? You think I can watch a kid loathe myself in front of me? Don't argue," he interrupted. Matthew who opened his mouth to speak, "You are loathing yourself, Williams, others can see clearly."

"Actually, I'm not here for anything else, not even for me and not for you...it's that green-eyed goblin gentleman."

Matthew Williams visibly froze.

He had deliberately forgotten about Mr. Kirkland.In fact, he is indeed about to forget: it's not that he can no longer remember the time he used to get along, but that he will no longer miss each other.

He will never remember the blond man again.

Instead, bury the other party deep in the sea of ​​thoughts.

Francis saw that Matthew was stunned and did not speak, so he said softly: "I visited him some time ago, for business reasons... His garden is full of red maple trees, Williams. You know, isn't that A straight man, never was."

Red maple...

Matthew's eyelids drooped, looking at his knees, and the fingers on the sofa were scratching and scratching. "I don't understand you, Monsieur Bonofoire."

"You know, but you don't want yourself to know, Williams." Francis couldn't help running a hand through the soft curls. "Get out, my dear boy. You can't hide forever."

"...let me think for a while, Mr. France/France."

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Francis Bonofova returned in the fastest boat.

"I still remember your beautiful sky blue eyes, and your light golden curly hair that is no less than mine." Francis held his face, with a hazy expression on his face, "And now, my poor child, Why are your eyes becoming more and more like the color of that Braginsky? Your pure eyes, more beautiful than the Aegean sky? Why are they stained red and become this poor purple? ②"

Blue and red turned into his purple eyes now.

The change in eye color was discovered by Matthew a long time ago.He and Alfred are twin brothers, but as time goes by, Alfred's eyes are as blue as before, while his eyes are changing more and more to purple.

What did my eyes see?

Matthew didn't know.

He came back silently, took off his coat, shook the snow casually at the entrance, shuffled a little tiredly into the room, and lay down on his back on the big soft bed.Fatigue swept over his whole body in an instant—not physical fatigue—mental fatigue stimulated him wave after wave, making him unable to breathe.He looked up at the ceiling, and gradually a vague human face appeared on the white plane: blond hair, smiling, green eyes... Matthew frowned irritably, turned over with a heavy sigh, and took his eyes off the ceiling silhouette on.

It won't work like this.I need to calm myself down, he thought.

Subtle footsteps came from the door, followed by a very heavy knock on the door, the force seemed to knock the door panel open.Matthew restrained his negative emotions, spread a smile, sat up from the bed and looked at the door, "Xiong Shiro, are you up yet? May I pour maple syrup for you?"

The white bear standing at the door shook his head very slowly, "I drank it, I poured it myself. Karada, why did Mr. France/France come here just now?"

Matthew got out of bed and rubbed his pet's furry head, "It's fine, just...well, greetings..."

He was a little embarrassed.Fortunately, Xiong Erlang didn't pay attention to this casual question, he just squinted his eyes (it always squinted his eyes) and asked: "Hey, I'm hungry."

Matthew couldn't help laughing. "Okay, I'll prepare it for you now. What do you want to eat?"

"Maple pancakes."

The maple syrup pancakes are delicious, and as a loyal fan of maple syrup pancakes, Ice Bear eats them with relish and doesn't care about the food residue on his face.

But Matthew, who would gently wipe it off with a handkerchief, did not.

After eating half a pot of food, Xiong Erlang finally realized that something was wrong. He raised his messy face, looked at Matthew Williams who was obviously in a daze, wiped his face and said in a strange accent: "Marty, you Not happy." It used an affirmative sentence.

Matthew suddenly came back to his senses, looked at his pet, and after seeing the messy face of the other party, he suddenly came back to his senses: "Ah, Xiong Shiro! I'm sorry, I'm in a daze!... Let me wipe it off for you..."

While Matthew frantically took out his handkerchief, Xiong Erlang kept watching him silently.Matthew was about to go forward with a handkerchief, when he suddenly looked up and saw his pet's small, beetle-like eyes, and was taken aback for a moment.

"Mr. Xiong Ji..." Matthew asked hesitantly while helping it wipe his face, "If everyone wants you to do something, but you are not sure whether you should do it... what would you do? What choice?"

The small black eyes blinked. "Is that why Mr. France/France came to see you, Marty?"

The movement of wiping his face paused, "...Huh?"

"Do you want to do it?"

"I do not know."

Matthew really didn't know.

The blond-haired, blue-eyed man is a good speaker.His soft but provocative language, coupled with the look of anticipation flashing in the beautiful eyes, after some perfect persuasion, Matthew himself couldn't figure out what he really thought in his heart.He understood what the other person meant—go back to Ottawa, fit in with the world—but he just didn't want to.It’s probably not that he doesn’t want to, but there is always a lump in his heart. Every time he seriously considers whether to listen to Mr. France’s advice, the lump will repeat to his brain over and over again:

Don't go to Ottawa.

Don't go into the world.

Because of this, whenever he thinks back to the past, his heart feels tight, like an invisible hand, putting a hard iron nail on the tip of his heart, beating it one after another, making him He couldn't breathe.

He didn't dare to pry into the depths of his heart.He was afraid of such piercing pain...

"Mr. Xiong Ji, I don't know... I really don't know."

The movements of Matthew's hands gradually stopped.He seemed to be speaking calmly, but there was a hint of confusion in his eyes, and he asked for help:

"Do you think I should do what everyone is telling me to do?"

Ice Bear blinked and looked at Matthew, then slowly shook his head, "I don't think you should obey Mr. France/France."

Matthew was taken aback for a moment, and then smiled in a panic.He laughed almost reluctantly, and said in a relaxed tone as much as possible: "Yes, Mr. Xiong Ji, I think so too! This is very good, I don't need to change anything..."

"—Similarly, you shouldn't listen to me." Xiong Erlang added slowly, his bright black eyes reflected his master's slightly startled face, "Karada, you should listen to yourself."

Matthew didn't have the energy to correct the other party's misremembered own name, but looked at his pet in a daze, and repeated word by word with uncertainty: "My own?"

Ice Bear nodded.The poor vocabulary prevents it from expressing its thoughts in exquisite words like Francis, and can only try to explain its meaning through the simplest vocabulary:

"No one can control what a person really thinks, Marty. Just like if I really want to eat your maple pancakes, it's no use saying no. Do you know what I mean?"

Matthew could understand what Bai Xiong meant, and Xiong Erlang had already expressed the meaning very clearly.It is easy to understand and even some nonsense truth, but it is the most true and correct truth.

What do I think?

Matthew asked himself.

He raised his head and looked at the full-length mirror on the wall next to him.The young man in the mirror has purple eyes, thin-rimmed glasses hanging slightly obliquely on the bridge of his nose, and his messy hair is coiled on the top of his head like straw.Wearing ordinary plain clothes that couldn't be more ordinary, the person in the mirror looked confused and looked straight at Matthew.

Matthew looked at himself in the mirror.

He asked: What do you think?

The person in the mirror didn't respond, but Matthew was amused by his almost childish behavior.

He suddenly understood his thoughts while smiling.

If he really didn't want to at all, how could he struggle with such a simple question for so long?

"Marty Marty, why did you start giggling?"

"Ok?"

Matthew crouched down.Ice Bear stretched out his paw, patted his cheek and asked, "Why are you smirking all of a sudden, Marty?"

"It's nothing, it's just...well." Matthew pushed away the white bear's claws, rolled his eyes, and suddenly squinted his eyes and smiled: "I have a suggestion, Mr. Xiong Ji, do you want to listen to it?"

Xiong Erlang looked at him without saying a word, which was his acquiescence to the questioning.

"...if we went back to Ottawa without saying a word, and didn't see us until the boss sent someone to clean up, how surprised would he be?"

While talking, Matthew couldn't help but burst out laughing, but Ice Bear didn't think it was funny at all.Xiong Erlang thought about it for a while, and slowly put forward another proposal that he thought was better: "Why don't you go to

What about London? "

Matthew blinked.

"Okay, let's pack up and leave tomorrow?" He stood up and smiled at his pet. "No matter how Mr. England drives us out, we will stay at his house, okay?"

As for possible future confrontation or eventual death...

That's something to think about for a long, long time.

Note ①: I'm sorry that the author has never been to orz, all of them are imaginary... It is definitely TvT that it does not match the facts

Note ②: I saw a meme on qq space. I tried hard to find the original author but couldn't find it... TvT If the original author saw it, please allow me to hook up with QwQ while I invade and delete

The author has something to say: it can be regarded as a postscript...

The thing I want to say the most is that TvT is finally over. It's great to find a hotel with wifi...

Thank you for being able to catch up here [Bow] The bad author doesn't know what to say at all... This ending may be rather cheating, but I really can't think of a better ending...

Generally speaking, APH doujin 23333 is based on the history of Canada from the beginning of colonial activities to the disintegration of the Soviet Union. The cp is a bit messy, and some of them are hidden deep and should not be seen... In fact, they are Inga, Cold War, Hong Kong Yao, and Austria. Hong, Juyao (one-way), Yishuangzi Beinan Group (one-way), Dupu (one-way)

Yes, I read it right, what Uncle Fa wrote was written and written by me! ! ! It's really not my original intention for TvT to become a professional tool to promote the development of the plot...

The ending seems to be a bit perfunctory...orz will change later...it should be...I am a person who likes to change things, TvT just don't know if you are still there when I change...

There will be extra episodes! ! !I love writing extras! (((o(*?▽?*)o))) It can be said that I have endured for so long just for Fanwai 23333

The current plan is to be independent... Orz Hong Kong Yao is not sure if there will be one... In short, let's see

I still want to say that it's great to be able to finish! ! 【dirt

Thank you very much for the children who saw this [bow], especially for having the patience to read the broken thoughts of the bad author. I really appreciate TvT