don't open your eyes [unlimited]

……

Eckert held the back of Ivan's head.

At that time, he couldn't actually say anything he wanted to say.

The young liar half-knelt down, put his forehead against the cold forehead of his little knight, and gently combed those golden curly hair, even his fingers restrained from trembling.

Evan was very smart, smarter than anyone he'd ever met.

Smart people can see ten steps at a time, and they always know exactly what is going to happen, maybe from the beginning.

Eckert sighed softly, affectionately and wearily, he conjured a napkin folded into a rose out of his palm, popped a match and lit it.

This little trick attracted Ivan's attention as always.

"I just came to see you." Eckert said softly, "Ivan, my father and uncles are already waiting for me...I should go."

Eckert tried his best to force a smile, even though he knew very well in his heart that this was probably his most failed expression management: "Thank you for helping us get the boat tickets."

Since they got acquainted, he has been trying his best to abide by the agreement with Yiwen, and never cheat money at the pier... It's just that this time the limelight is getting tighter, and they have to save some travel expenses for leaving, so they have to find someone who has nothing to do with the pier Relationships are taken advantage of by tobacconists.

Having easily obtained the best ticket from the owner of the cargo dealer, Eckert knew that the little pirate must be secretly talking to the second-hand ticket dealer again.

It's a pity that there is only one idiot bounty hunter like this who is not smart enough, strong outside but easy to bully.

More bounty hunters are hunting dogs who will never give up until they kill their prey, baring their sharp fangs, and will pounce on the slightest smell.

"We'll be leaving right away... You go out after 5 minutes after I leave, and get your daddy and the pirates on board as soon as possible, and you'll be fine in the sea."

Eckert was carrying a not-so-big suitcase, which contained all his gear and belongings—before he came to the tavern to find Ivan, he had already thrown almost everything belonging to the two of them from the pontoon onto the pirate ship.Although he didn't know what use those things would be useful for, he stubbornly told himself that Ivan still needed them.

He half-kneeled in front of Ivan, and carefully arranged the other's hair while the rose was burning out.

In those few seconds, he seemed to have regained his usual calmness and elegance, watched Ivan and smiled quickly: "Goodbye, my little knight."

After speaking, Eckert picked up the suitcase, got up and strode out of the tavern.

The ajar door of the tavern slammed shut in front of him.

Eckert was stunned, looking at the young pirate who was chasing up and closing the door forcefully.He instinctively reflected on his actions, but he couldn't find any mistakes: "...Ivan?"

"Where are you going?" Ivan looked at him, "I bought those four tickets myself. When you came to find me, it was already past the time for sailing."

Eckert looked at Ivan in surprise.

... At such a time, because of the other party's words, he unexpectedly felt a warm current in his chest.

Eckert despaired for himself for a few seconds, helplessly twitched the corner of his mouth, and lied with all his strength: "Crossing the Atlantic Ocean... swimming to the Caribbean Sea?"

Ivan didn't accept his failed joke at all: "Your father and uncle still failed to escape?"

Eckert scratched his hair, was silent for a while, and could only answer in a low voice: "...well."

Even though he already had enough understanding of Ivan's intelligence, he was often surprised by the other party's oversensitivity.

"It's nothing, we've been waiting for this day for a long time... My uncle was always complaining two days ago, he hasn't slept fully for a whole week, as long as he can sleep well, even if he dies like this also."

Eckert's tone was a little vague, and he lowered his head and said, "I escaped alone, but it didn't take long... They were looking for the last young liar. You know, I am a knight who can walk, and they You can't give up until you find me..."

He didn't want to talk to Ivan about this. If the other party didn't ask, he could have left just pretending that nothing happened.

Ivan interrupted him: "Then what are you doing in the tavern?"

Eckert shivered uncontrollably, opened his mouth, and looked up at Ivan.

He couldn't answer, but his chest heaved violently as if he was suffocating, as if he was about to be submerged by the seawater that appeared out of thin air in the next moment.

"We are also very dangerous now, and it will be even more dangerous when you come. You may lure those bounty hunters here, and they may find our ship—those people are not the frightening fakes of the cargo dealer."

"Or you think, since death is the same in anyone's hands, it is better to die in a tavern."

Ivan looked at him, his blue eyes seemed to be filled with cold, staring at him coldly: "Give me the title, and use this method to punish me for the rest of my life."

"Ivan!" Eckert yelled in pain, his vision was a little blurred, "Don't do this."

Eckert begged, "Don't look at me like that...don't talk like that."

"I regretted it as soon as I entered the tavern. I don't want you to be involved in this matter again, not at all."

Eckert's voice was hoarse, and he had never been so embarrassed: "Please, Evan, don't do this. You can tell me to do anything—"

"In this case, tell me your real name." Ivan said coldly.

Eckert froze for a few seconds in astonishment, met Ivan's gaze, but found that the other party didn't mean to be joking at all.

For anyone, this is a very simple question... but such a question completely stumped him.

Eckert tugged at his hair, he really couldn't think of a name that would be suitable for answering—there were no more than a hundred or eighty pseudonyms he could say casually, but none of them had been with him for three more than a month.

His father and uncle never gave him a name.

When he was seven years old, his father told him that he did this because they would not be so sad if little Eckert died of illness or was killed somewhere in the future.

"do not have it?"

Ivan took out a handkerchief, lowered his gaze and asked softly, "Is this feeling bad?"

When he said these words, he seemed to have changed back to the silent and gentle young genius painter.

Eckert shook his head, he could hardly see anything clearly, but his body was still standing instinctively: "Not bad, Ivan."

He heard himself reply softly: "I don't have a name, so I can choose the best identity to meet you."

Ivan whispered, "You provoked me first."

"It's me." Eckert admitted with a wry smile, "I owe you, I'm sorry."

He couldn't stay here any longer.

He had to leave the tavern as soon as possible before his consciousness completely fell apart in this lingering delay, or before the deliberately ignored fear of facing death completely overwhelmed him.

Maybe he shouldn't have come at all. If he hadn't been here, the ending between them would not have been like this.

Eckert covered his face with the hood, he apologized again, and hurried around Ivan to go out, but suddenly the handkerchief in Ivan's hand held his mouth and nose.

His eyes widened suddenly.

A strange and irritating sweet smell instantly filled his nasal cavity, and Eckert's heart sank suddenly. He struggled desperately, but his body softened quickly and disobediently: "Ivan!"

Evan reached out and hugged him tightly.

"The binding methods I know can't bind you, so I have to use this."

Ivan firmly protected him, dragged him behind the counter, and knelt on the ground together: "I should apologize, Eckert... I said those words on purpose, otherwise it would be difficult to really control you with my skills."

Eckert gasped for breath. He tried his best to move, but his strength was completely lost in his body.

"I know this is a bit cruel...but this is the best choice. You are better at running the dock than I am, and you are also more proficient than me at how to manage underground relations throughout Europe and protect those pirates."

"You must be able to protect them well. You have the ability to make them the last free pirates. I can't even do this."

Ivan looked at Eckert, and he said softly: "These are the reasons I can give..."

The coldness and detachment in those blue eyes seemed to disappear in an instant, replaced by some cruel sense and gentleness.

"These are the reasons I can give."

He lowered his eyes, and said softly again: "You know what? These are actually in my plan from the beginning. I can give 1 reasons to convince my reason, so that I don't regret my actions. thing."

"I'm doing the cruelest, coldest, most vile thing, and I tell myself over and over again, it's because the liar got me first — he got me first."

Ivan stretched out his arms to hug Eckert, and his trembling arms used too much strength, almost strangling all the air in his two chests.

"Forget what happened just now, that was my best acting ever. Seeing you standing there trembling, I almost couldn't help rushing up to hug you many times."

Ivan lowered his eyes, kissed Eckert's hair, and whispered softly: "I really want to see those beautiful places with you."

"...Don't." Eckert finally tried his best to squeeze out a few breaths, "Don't do this, don't..."

Ivan supported Eckert's body, he met those eyes, and said softly: "Ivan."

Eckert's shoulders twitched slightly in his palm.

As if being unceremoniously pierced through the whole body by an ice pick, he was gasping for breath, the pain and fear almost turned into substance, continuously flowing out from his eyes.

Eckert's body was trembling constantly, as if he had fallen into the coldest thick fog, staring at the person in front of him in despair.

"Ewen Fremont."

Ivan closed his eyes, and he pressed Eckert's forehead: "You said it's a good name, right? If you can choose, you like this surname."

"From now on... this name will be yours."

"I'll let Dad and the others go out to sea, and tell them they must never approach the pier, and I will stay here all the time, looking after their home."

"The pirate ship will fly the skull flag in the last 5 minutes of sunset in the evening. If you see it, put a light on the roof of the tavern just after dark-this is the code of Papa and me, every time Go to sea, that's what we all do."

"In this way they won't notice the problem. If someone finds out after many years, you can say that I can't bear the loneliness, and I followed a few liars to travel around the world and live a good life like a gentleman."

"There is a painting. I originally asked the tobacconist to hand it over to you, but I didn't expect you to miss the boat... If you have a chance to meet him again in the future, remember to ask him for it."

"You are the best person I have ever met, the kindest, most upright, smart, and cute liar. If possible, I will always be waiting for you on the other side of the River Styx."

Ivan whispered, his body was trembling uncontrollably, and his cold fingertips held Eckert's limp fingers.

Under the influence of ether, Eckert, who was cruelly abandoned by him forever, has fallen into a faint coma.

Ivan took the suitcase from him and checked the evening dress and disguise props inside.

It was a young liar that those people were after.

No one knows what the liar's name is now, what he's dressed up like, and no one knows which face and identity is real... as long as it's a young liar who hasn't grown up yet.

……

Zhuang Die stopped to tidy up.

Like a jigsaw puzzle, the real track that was distorted, shattered, and hidden by every means has been gradually dissected and re-joined, gradually revealing its cold and hideous original appearance.

"What's wrong?" the hypnotist asked in a low voice, "Can't find the next paragraph?"

Zhuang Die shook his head and put down the scalpel.

The consciousness in this dream domain has lost all vitality, and no longer resists and struggles. The next scene is in the rain line not far from him.

……

Eckert struggled to wake up from the coma and rushed out of the tavern.

The pirates had already sailed away, and the bounty hunters and patrolmen also got satisfactory results, and they were going to come back tomorrow to clean up the mess.

The icy moonlight pierced his skin, and he took off his hood to find himself disguised as Ivan.

That was a talented young painter, his hands could draw the most realistic horse racing tickets, and in the associated business of disguise and dress-up, the speed of getting started was naturally equally astonishing.

"What's so difficult?" He still remembered that Ivan managed to dress up a sailor as an aunt selling muffins after only a few days of learning, "It's just a different place to paint, Eckert. I If you practice again, it's okay to pretend to be you."

Eckert stumbled on the stone road.

Those bloodstains have been cleaned up, and there are still many puddles on the road.The doors and windows of every house were closed, and there was a mess everywhere, as if it had just been hit by a storm.

An oak tree was unlucky to be hit by a cannonball, half of which was charred black, and the other half was knocked to the ground.

... Eckert made his way to the pier.

He found Ivan in the seawater of the pier.

Ivan lay quietly in the water, wearing an exquisite night gown, motionless as if asleep.

Eckert was not willing to hold him out—this was probably Ivan's first contact with sea water, and the cold, salty, transparent liquid embraced him, and everything was calm, neither a hurricane nor a ghost was brought in.

Ivan's left chest was blasted open by bullets.

The blood color had been completely diluted by the sea water, and the night covered everything up as if it wasn't so cruel.Under the swaying lantern, Eckert kissed that pale face that no longer blushed due to excitement or other reasons.

He flicked the dull blond hair lightly, the water-soaked curls twirling mischievously around his fingertips, trying to avoid being caught.

Eckert held Ivan's head firmly and gently, so that he could comfortably rest on his lap.

He carefully wiped the sea water off Ivan's face with his cuff.

Sensing that there seemed to be something in Ivan's mouth, Eckert lowered his head in a strange way, and kissed those two cold and pale lips affectionately.

In the past, Eckert would never have dared to do such a thing even if he was given a thousand or 1 guts.

But now it's different, Eckert even dared to unceremoniously hit his head on the other side when he was lying on his lap to take a nap.

Amused by his own thoughts, he lifted the corner of his mouth, and the kiss became more gentle and gentle.It took a long time before Eckert finally sent his temperature over, softening the joints and skin that had begun to stiffen.

He saw clearly what Ivan was still hiding in his mouth at the last moment, stretched out his hand, and took it out bit by bit.

It was a blood-soaked tulip made of silk.

Eckert shook his head, sighed lightly, and smiled helplessly: "You..."

His movements, tone, and demeanor have become exactly the same as Ivan's. Even those who are most familiar with Ivan may wonder in astonishment that they are hallucinating after seeing this scene.

Eckert kissed Ivan's half-opened eyes—they were clouded and turned a cold gray-blue, but still beautiful, the most beautiful eyes he had ever seen.

"You won." Eckert said softly, "The one who died was Eckert the liar."

Smiling calmly, he carried his long-dead lover into the carriage, covered him with a thick blanket, and wrapped him warmly in the dry and soft straw pile.

The horse snorted, startling him, and it took a few seconds before he mustered up the courage to put on the rein quickly.

He took the carriage to the cemetery in the town, and in the corner of his vision, Ivan's figure in evening dress would occasionally appear, always following at a close distance—that pair of dexterous hands could do anything, but It's not the simplest bow tie, he needs to help tidy it up every time.

It wasn't until much later, when he bought the diary and the picture from the tobacconist for a lot of money, that Mr. Fremont realized that ... it wasn't because his little knight lacked talent for such a thing.

Evan Freemont buried his best friend and returned to the tavern.

He didn't notice it, and maybe he didn't care about it. After he got up, a translucent shadow was left behind, sleeping forever in the icy sea water.

……

Zhuang Die did not intercept this section of the trajectory.

He twisted the water line in his palm, and after a moment of silence, he let go of his hand, allowing it to be quickly submerged in the continuous rain curtain.

He returned the scalpel to Ling Su, took the paintbrush that Yiwen left in the tavern from the other party, and followed the trajectory forward and backward.

The screen is re-framed.

……

"When someone calls Yiwen, you must remember to agree."

Evan knelt down.

He gave the other party his name and destiny together, closed his eyes, leaned over and kissed the back of Eckert's unconscious hand.

They knelt in the shadows at the corner of the counter, beside the ashes of paper roses.