Where is the dignity of the Lord?

worship.

It will lead to subconsciously following and imitating.

For example, those children who hold up magic wands and play house, shout Ultraman or Sai Luo, and play their favorite heroes one by one.

As well as cos, celebrity endorsement, fan and so on.

The heart of liking a certain character or a certain person is pure and fiery. Countless fans believe in their idols as gods and compete to imitate them. The effectiveness of idols comes from this.

Wear clothes endorsed by idols, and jewelry worn by idols.

Rat can dye his hair black and wear blue colored contact lenses because he admires Reyed so much that he can't wait to copy and paste himself.

Can--

This doesn't mean that you even have a wife who wants to marry an idol, boy!

You should be sober!

Seeing Pasha's shocked expression, Lutter buried himself under the quilt in embarrassment, and explained in a low voice: "I, I don't mean anything else, just, I just feel that you are fine, uh no, it's..."

"Are you not disillusioned with Resid after all that has happened today?"

Pasha, who calmed down after being surprised at first, turned sideways to face him, softened his pupils, and asked suddenly.

Rat was stunned, resting his chin on the pillow and shaking his head: "Although the idol is different from what I imagined, I am still moved by his superb skills and his shocking and noble posture when performing on the ice."

"Life is not perfect, but what does it mean to be strong?"

"Ah."

Rattle recalled his chest throbbing violently when he lost his mind because of the man on the ice, and said awkwardly: "Besides, I worship idols because of his strength."

"It's really..." It's exactly the same as I was back then.

Pasha chuckled.

He looked at Lart, feeling like he was looking at his back. After all, he was the same back then, falling in love with the hateful Russian cat at first sight and falling into his trap.

Then it turns out that looking for a boyfriend should not only look at the face and a certain aspect!

After a silence, Rat muttered resolutely: "Can I have your brother's cell phone number?"

"..." Pasha regained his senses and twitched the corners of his mouth, helplessly: "My brother is already 37 years old, and pay attention, my brother is a pure male! Even if it is to follow idols, please don't be young, thank you gone."

Latt buttoned the phone case, and the end of his eyes swept the fire, the more handsome Pasha's face, red ears pouted: "If your brother is very similar to you, even if it is a man, I would like to be with him." Start with pen pals..."

Pasha: "..."

Thank you so much for affirming my genes.

"Is it really not possible?"

"My brother is getting married and having a baby, please!"

"Having a baby?! Boys and girls? How old are you? Does it look like you?? Are you as gentle and handsome as you are?!"

"........."

The fire was flickering, and they chatted with great interest until the early hours of the morning. Pasha was so exhausted that he had no choice but to take out the mobile phone that was reissued when he went to country M last time, and log in to the account to find the photo of his niece in the photo album and hand it over.

Only then did he get a respite, and finally he didn't have to face the entanglement of the obsessed brother who was going crazy.

The sleepy people fell asleep one by one, and the sounds of talking and making small movements gradually disappeared.

The next day, when Rat woke up, Pasha was already making breakfast in the kitchen, and Resid was sitting in front of the stove, washing up and waiting for feeding.

The warm daily conversations of an old couple came to his ears.

"Reyde, did you not apply skin care products after washing your face?"

"Ah."

"Why don't you apply it again?! It was specially issued by the base to prevent frostbite. Didn't I tell you that you must apply it after washing your face?! What should you do if your face is cracked by frost when you go out on patrol? You have to use your hands and feet, hurry up, Don't make me say it a second time!"

"Ah."

"...Lei, Si, Yi, De! Put on the long johns for me!"

"Ah."

Serving a cup of hot milk and two cups of coffee with milk, Pasha, who shared breakfast for the three of them, took the time to gently call out to Rat, who was not fully awake, to eat, while turning his head and glaring at Resid.

Drying his hands on the apron, the pasha touched a paralyzed face.

really.

The hand feel is not half greasy.

Pasha sighed helplessly. He was prepared to find a small box of face cream in the pocket in front of his apron, and unscrewed the lid: "Close your eyes and look up. I think you did it on purpose, waiting for me to serve you every day..."

The trick succeeded, and the corners of Reyde's lips curled up.

The exquisite and beautiful face was lifted up, half-closed eyes through the long eyelashes, watching the complaining young man softly point some cream with his fingers, and rub it on his face little by little.

Lat, who was washing in his spare slippers, observed them secretly, and gripped his toothbrush tightly when he saw this: Uh--yes, envy, envy!

I really want such a gentle wife!

I really want to! !

pity……

Rath sighed with toothpaste foam in his mouth, Pasha's niece is only six years old...

Thinking of the photo of the runny-nosed child he had saved on his phone, Lart drooped his eyelids, and walked around Pasha listlessly, intending to sit down for dinner, but he was pulled back unexpectedly.

"You too, look up and close your eyes."

Pasha dug out a small piece of ointment, looked at Rat: "I'll put some on you too, the air on the mountain is dry and cold."

"I, me, me, me, me, can I do it too?!"

Rattle pointed at himself in surprise.

He knows that he has no eyesight, can't speak, and people of the same age don't like to play with him since he was a child.

Those people he said would never talk to him again, and Pasha was the first person he saw who was willing to talk to him after the quarrel!

"of course."

Pasha turned around with a smile, ignoring the sound of a cat behind him grinding its teeth, and wiped the face of the boy who was sitting obediently for a moment.

It seemed to him that Lutter was in his teens, a child.

(Although he is a beautiful boy, it is a pity that he has lost his brain at such a young age.)

As an elder and an elder, he has the responsibility to take care of each other, not to mention applying a cream, applying one is also applying, applying two is also applying, there is no difference.

After finishing the application, Pasha screwed on the lid and put the small jar back into the apron pocket, rubbed the remaining cream on his hands and patted Rat's cheek, "Okay, let's eat with eyes open."

Rattle nodded, blushing.

During the meal, the young man who had been staring at Reisyd's imitation changed his target, and the puppy's eyes moved quietly towards the young man sitting in the middle.

The cream that protects the tissue base has a unique smell.

The formula used is also very old, which makes people unconsciously think of the cream and osmanthus perfume in the 80s, the smell of the old days that can remind people.

Smelling the aroma in the air, Lutter took a small sip of milk and watched the young man gradually lost his mind.

Pasha didn't notice this, and if it wasn't for the sudden burst of coldness and murderous aura from Resid, he wouldn't have noticed that Rat was looking at him.

"what happened?"

Pasha looked over suspiciously.

Rat opened his mouth, stared at him blankly and said, "Mom..."

Pasha: "..."

Reyde: "..."

The young man who came back to his senses and realized what he said suddenly choked on his milk, coughed violently and waved his hands to explain: "No, no, it's not cough cough cough, I mean you have a fragrant cough cough, especially like your mother when you were young." the taste of!"

Alas, this child is indeed a fool.

Pasha handed him a tissue sympathetically, and was about to speak when Reyde's cold voice sounded beside him: "When are you going back?"

"."

The boy who stopped coughing paused for a moment. He heard the exorcism in the words, and his expression was stunned for a moment, and then his delicate face immediately flushed red, embarrassed and at a loss.

"I……"

"I'm not going back to the team, and I'm not going to give you material to imitate."

Reyde glanced at him: "Pure imitation will never lead to transcendence and breakthrough in a lifetime. Didn't Shulia remind you?"

"……Have."

Rattle replied quietly.

He lowered his head, subconsciously looking at Pasha for protection.

But Pasha shook his head to indicate that he was helpless, he was just a layman in the professional field of figure skating, so he didn't intervene in Reyed's speech.

What's more, he knew that Resid said this to point out Rat.

Even if the man who has always been cold, arrogant and xenophobic can suddenly be so kind, maybe it is just to send the light bulb away...

[The author has something to say]:,

Rattle: If you can't marry an idol wife, you can recognize him as your mother. You can't go wrong!

[End of the second update]