don't open your eyes [unlimited]

After finally arriving at the school, Mr. Knight was dragged all the way back to his home before leaving the station.

The young crook could make himself as much a true gentleman as he wanted to.

He wore a well-tailored linen shirt with a stand-up collar, his shoulders straight, and there was a certain lightness of grace in every movement, even when he jumped out of the car and fled with Evan.

They jumped out of the car through the crowd and ran back along the tracks.

The two pursuers who were hostile to each other did not dare to get off at the dock, and after a moment of hesitation, they missed the opportunity to approach the door.

The tram stopped at this station for a shorter time than others, the doors slammed shut in front of those two guys, and all that was left was the futile hopping through the window into anger, even fierce verbal abuse and cursing. It was covered up by the whistle of the train leaving the station.

"Ector... Ector!"

Ivan was dragged by him, running a little out of breath, trying to call out his name: "We have already got rid of them, why continue to run?"

"Haven't you heard of it? That pier is not a place where ordinary people can come!" The young liar shouted as he ran, "We might grab it and tie it to the mast, turning it into a skull flag in the sky!"

Ivan was a little surprised when he heard that, and his eyes widened slightly.

The young liar suddenly stopped without warning, turned around, raised his hand with a smile as if he had made up his mind, and accurately caught the little knight who couldn't stop and bumped into him.

Ivan slammed into his chest before he could react.

Through the fabric, the heart on the other side also beat rapidly due to the fast running, and the heartbeats of the two people were mixed together, making it hard for anyone to hear anything clearly.

"To scare you, those pirates are not that fierce." Eckert whispered, "I have been there a few times, most of them are not very smart, but they are nice..."

Ivan's reaction was quick, and he immediately understood the unfinished meaning of this sentence: "Have you ever lied to the people at the dock?"

He suddenly became serious, and raised his hand to block the arm that was supporting him.

"What's the matter." Eckert was a little curious, "Is the pier your home?"

Yiwen's words froze: "I—"

As if he didn't know what to say, he just took half a step back in shock, looking at the young liar who suddenly leaned over with his hands behind his back, raised his face with great interest and looked up at him.

I don't know if it's the thrill of the journey, the fast running, or some other reason, his pale cheeks are already flushed.

"All right, all right, Mr. Knight."

Eckert suddenly jumped back and waved his hands with a smile: "How dare we lie to the pirates? We will be pressed on the table in that tavern and have our entire hand chopped off."

"Nonsense!" Ivan retorted subconsciously, he hesitated for a moment, and then added palely, "It's fingers, not the whole hand, and it's just to punish the wicked..."

The young liar suddenly realized and nodded, and insisted on asking: "So, we are not villains?"

Ivan couldn't answer, so he stood at a loss for a moment, then turned around and left with a cold snort.

He walked very slowly, and was caught by Ektra who was chasing him before he had gone far.

"alright."

The young liar caught up along the gap in the track, and made a half-circle around him, his movements were as deft and graceful as some kind of complicated dance steps: "Mr. Knight..."

"I have a name!" Ivan interrupted him and corrected loudly, "My name is Ivan, Ivan Fremont!"

"Okay, Mr. Fremont." Eckert changed his words nicely. "Where are you going? You were going to town, weren't you?"

Yi Wen suddenly stopped in place.

Only then did he realize that he was going to go to school, but now he not only lost his coat in embarrassment, but even forgot his schoolbag and drawing board in the car.

"Finally remembered? I was waiting for you to search around in a hurry for 5 minutes, and then I will surprise you by changing them out of nowhere."

Eckert returned to the grass, took out his coat, schoolbag and drawing board, and stuffed them into Ivan's arms: "Here, don't forget next time."

When the two got out of the car, Eckert took them all down quietly while he was not paying attention.

These things were hidden in the grass, and even wrapped several layers with oiled paper, so they were not dirty at all.

Ivan was a little dazed, holding the pile of things motionless, his ears blushing suspiciously.

Eckert looked at him seriously for a long time, and suddenly he couldn't help laughing, and shook Ivan's elbow: "Can I invite you to walk back with me? This distance is not short, and the return journey takes Wait an hour."

He just pulled Ivan and turned around together, and walked back along the railroad tracks in the original direction.

Even if the other party repeatedly emphasized that it was not "going back with him", but that he was going to the town, but happened to walk the same way as him...

"Okay, Mr. Fremont." Eckert kicked the rails carelessly, nodding frequently, "No problem, Mr. Fremont."

Ivan pursed his lips hard, and threw his schoolbag and drawing board over his shoulders.

Eckert quickly noticed the change in his mood, turned around and studied while walking backwards, and only after a few tens of seconds did he test: "... Ivan?"

"Why?" The answer he got was short and quick, as if he had been rehearsing and waiting for a long time, just waiting for him to call out.

"You want me to call you Evan?"

The nasty young liar became ignorant of the times again, and insisted on pointing out something, and squinted his eyes like a fox: "Don't you like to hear that my name is Mr. Fremont?"

Ivan left him behind and strode forward, this time at a much faster speed than when he turned back to the pier.

"Don't be angry, I think Fremont sounds good." Eckert caught up with him, "If you can choose a surname, this is one of the options I am most satisfied with."

I have to admit the advantage of long legs, obviously at the same distance, that guy can easily catch up with a few steps.

Ivan gave up the meaningless rivalry, frowned and asked, "What's so good about this?"

"Fremont, this is a French word." Eckert said, "It means freedom in French, which symbolizes nobility, bravery, friendliness and creativity."

He stopped talking, looked at Ivan's suspicious eyes, and couldn't help laughing: "Really! Liars are not full of lies... Only by hiding one lie in nine truths can people believe you."

"You still know French?" Ivan still stared at him suspiciously.

"It's not difficult. I spent a few months in Strasbourg when I was a child, and the people there spoke not only French, but also Alsatian and German..."

Eckert said a few words skillfully, looked at Ivan's increasingly surprised face, and said unhurriedly: "It's not difficult, Ivan. The world we live in is very big, you only need to live in every place. In a few months, you can learn a little more or less."

Ivan couldn't understand his complacent look, and mercilessly pointed it out: "You are wanted wherever you go, and you have to go into exile for refuge. Every time you stay in a place for a few months, you have to run away quickly?"

"Guess right." Eckert snapped his fingers indifferently, "Learning languages ​​is a necessary skill for liars... If you count simple conversations, I can speak more than a dozen languages."

Yiwen didn't know what to say for a while, looking at his proud expression: "..."

Speaking of the part he is best at, Eckert simply rolled up his cuffs and introduced him endlessly.

The crooks at the station weren't all the same, there were many kinds of professions - some specialized in counterfeiting, some specialized in empty business contracts, and some tried to sell something completely outrageous, such as automatic money box...

Only three other people were really with Eckert.They are the kind of professional crooks who roam around and pick on rich people, unlike other amateurs.

"It's different from a layman, and you still sell such fake horse racing tickets?" Ivan couldn't help but interrupt him.

Eckert waved his hand: "The more we can sell the fake ones, the more capable we are... For the problems you mentioned, I can use the organizer to reprint urgently, this batch is only for internal circulation, etc. excuses."

"You don't know, do you? The businessman who was cheated by me was making black-hearted money. He charged low prices and sold them at high prices. He cheated many farmers..."

Eckert stopped suddenly and looked at Ivan seriously: "We want to distribute the money we cheated him to those farmers."

Evan froze in place.

His face flushed a little, and the sudden shame made him not know how to speak: "I—"

Suddenly, Ivan noticed a smile that Eckert couldn't hide from the corner of his mouth.

"Ha!" Eckert clapped his hands vigorously in front of him, turned around and ran away, "This is the 'one lie hidden in nine truths'!"

That businessman was a ticket dealer who was picked at random—of course, the profession of a second-hand ticket dealer is not very glorious.

This is how it is these days, the old era has not passed, and the new civilization brought about by industrialization has not been fully digested, such things as black eating black will happen everywhere at any time, it is nothing more than seeing who is more capable.

As for those like Yiwen who messed up a good show recklessly, the annoyance is the annoyance, and the pursuit is not worth the loss.The business was screwed, and no one wanted to bring the police in.

As long as they got rid of those two people and returned to the town, those people would no longer target Yiwen.

"..." Ivan chased after him angrily: "Ector!"

The two of them chased and ran for quite a distance, until Ivan lost all strength, picked up his schoolbag and smashed it over.

Eckert turned around nimbly as if he had eyes in the back of his head, and firmly caught the schoolbag.

He finally stopped, with a smile on his face: "Don't blame me, you are too honest! When I saw your eyes, I thought..."

Eckert stopped talking in surprise. He didn't see Ivan's figure, so he searched back and forth.

Just as he was about to go back along the railroad tracks to have a look, Ivan suddenly jumped out among the waist-high grass and firmly pressed him to the ground.

To Eckert's surprise, Ivan's fighting skills turned out to be quite good.

They lost their balance and rolled into the grass.

Ivan bit the strap that tied the drawing board, and neatly suppressed his hands and feet, and tied up the young liar three times and five times.

Eckert retaliated instinctively at the first reaction. After seeing Ivan's figure clearly, he gave up resisting and let the other party tie him tightly.

The weather was just right, the sun was shining on their bodies, and the warm wind made people feel lazy.

Ivan tugged on the strap and tied a strong sailor knot: "Are you still running?"

"Stop running." Eckert didn't have the slightest sense of crisis, lying on his back in the grass relaxedly, squinting his eyes and smiling at him, "Ivan, you look like a little pirate."

Ivan went to pick up the dropped schoolbag, his movements paused unnaturally for a moment, and he walked back as if he hadn't heard the sentence.

"What will they do to you?" Ivan sat next to Eckert, "Will you be in danger?"

Eckert yawned lazily: "What?"

Ivan glanced at him: "Don't play dumb."

Those crooks had nothing to do with him—the worst case scenario was that Ivan had to go back to the pier, borrow dozens of helpers from the owner of the cargo dealer, and was forced to hang them up and beat them up hard.

But Eckert helped him, which made the whole thing a lot more complicated.

Ivan loosened the neckline a bit, pulled a slender blade of grass, and wrapped it around his fingers: "If you do this, you are not in the same group as them?"

Eckert seemed to have just discovered a new world: "Ivan, your hands are also beautiful-do you often paint with them? There is no paint on them at all..."

"Answer my question, Eckert." Ivan frowned, "You can tell me nine truths before you can tell one lie, right?"

This time it was Eckert's turn to be stunned for a moment. He turned his body so that his face turned sideways, and raised his gaze to look into Ivan's eyes.

After a few seconds, the young liar laughed: "Yes, little knight."

Eckert fell into the soft grass on his back: "I'm still with them, Evan."

He said softly: "My father was one of the three people who partnered with me, and the other two were my uncles. I was born in Florence, and my mother died when I was a week old."

Ivan knew the meaning of this answer very well, and was silent for a moment: "Oh."

He threw away the blade of grass, propped himself on the ground and was about to stand up, but Eckert grabbed his arm.

The other party was obviously tied up and unable to move even a moment, Yiwen widened his eyes in astonishment: "You—"

"The thumb dislocation method is very simple, just endure the pain."

Eckert sat up, returned the strap to him, and restored the dislocated joint: "Your eyes are beautiful, I can't hold back."

Ivan looked at him expressionlessly: "Is this an answer?"

Eckert was silent for a moment, raised his hand and rubbed his hair, suddenly laughed in a low voice, and took a deep breath: "...ah."

"It doesn't count." Eckert put his hands around the back of his head, and gently stroked the soft curly hair, "Please close your eyes, Mr. Fremont."

Ivan still frowned, he stared at the liar in front of him for a long time without moving, and closed his eyes as promised.

……

"team leader."

Zhuang Die raised his head from the notebook: "On my side, this memory is completely black now."

"It's reasonable." Ling Su nodded, "It shows that Yiwen is a good boy, and he does close his eyes tightly."

Not far away, Z1 jumped out of the car with the hypnotist on his back and ran all the way back: "..."

The hypnotist pulled him quickly, and quickly crawled into the grass.

A breeze made the grass look like waves on the surface of the sea.

"Captain." Zhuang Die closed his notebook, "How many missions and dream realms have you been to so far?"

Ling Su was a little curious, and raised his hand to pluck the blades of grass from Xiao Curly's head: "Why are you asking this all of a sudden?"

"I remembered what Eckert said."

Zhuang Die looked at him: "The best way to learn a language is to keep walking and live here and there for a few months."

Zhuang Die couldn't help thinking about that feeling—it was probably an exciting and lonely experience.

Especially the unintentional wandering, completely opposite to the little Ivan who was trapped in the pier and could never leave. From the day he was born, Eckert was doomed to have no right to stay in any one place for too long.

This is a journey that never returns. Every time I go to a place, the first preparation I make is to leave.

Even if he could simulate the specific situation, Zhuang Die still couldn't really imagine that feeling.

The first generation of pioneers had no companions, and they walked alone through all the dreamlands where immersion and stay were not allowed.The flow of time in those dream realms is different, and the memories and projections inside are also different. Everyone has their own stories, but none of the dreams belong to them.

It was a long loneliness that cannot be described and explained in words.

I'm so lonely that even if I meet a star, I can't help but say hello.

Ling Su was silent for a while, then smiled slightly.

After all, he didn't have the superb level of a professional liar, and at this moment he suddenly felt awkward and nervous, just shook his head, opened his arms and didn't know what to say.

"Captain, you should answer 'this is really difficult'." Zhuang Die helped him flip through his notes.

Ling Su coughed lightly, nodded, highlighted the key points smoothly and recited: "This is really difficult...Mr. Little Knight, at least a hug with [-]% sincerity can comfort me."

Zhuang Die let go of the notebook and gave him a hug composed of [-]% strength and sincerity.

Ling Su's body tensed for less than half a second, and then completely relaxed.He hugged Zhuang Die back, restraining himself from using too much strength, but his arms seemed to be disobedient, and he just hugged the person in his arms tightly.

He is not actually disturbed by any cognitive adjustments.In his eyes, the little curly hair is still the same as before, the tie between the collar of the shirt is tied by himself, and even the clothes are still the same.

Only the emotion in the chest ignored time and space, resonating quietly and warmly with this dreamland.

Ling Su lowered his head and gently touched those soft little wool rolls.He held up Zhuang Die's face and seriously imprinted this scene in his mind.

Good weather.

The sunlight seems to have brought some kind of extremely light gold powder, and painted the tips of those eyelashes with a layer of light gold.

Ling Su touched them, and said softly, "Your eyes are very beautiful."

This feeling was a little numb and slightly itchy, Zhuang Die instinctively blinked, and his eyelashes trembled under his fingertips: "Is this an answer?"

"It doesn't count." Ling Su smiled, he didn't speak again, but leaned over to hug Zhuang Die.

The little curly who was hugged by him remembered the process very well, closed his eyes on his own initiative, raised his face slightly and waited obediently.

Ling Su lowered his head and kissed those beautiful eyes together with Feng.