Affectionate characters can't collapse [Quick wear]

It is said that time can smooth out all pain, and it can also make unforgettable people gradually fade in the long river of memory, and finally disappear completely.

After three years like this, the boy reappeared.

Louis is 24 years old, exactly the best age, his face has grown a little, and his stature has also grown up.

The boy was still seventeen or eighteen years old, without any change.

He pursed his lips and stood on tiptoe until he reached the position of Louis' jaw.

The young man stretched out his hand to compare the height difference between the two, doubtful emotions flashed across his beautiful eyes.

He was a little unhappy, and asked in a muffled voice, "Louis, where is my kite?"

Louis was silent for a long time, so long that the boy thought he didn't hear his question clearly, or was unwilling to answer him, and was about to raise his voice and ask again.

Louis raised his head suddenly, some obscure emotions intertwined in his blue eyes, which fell on the young man's face complicatedly and indistinctly, and he replied in a hoarse voice: "...Throw it away."

The boy's expression collapsed in an instant, and his soft face was bulged into a little bun.

"But I can, make you another one."

The boy's emotions came and went quickly, and after Louis finished saying this, he immediately became happy.

And hug Louis' arm and say coquettishly that he is the best.

The boy's movements froze for a moment, as if he had realized something, he let go of his hand as if naturally, bouncing away from Louis, familiarly went to the bookshelf to search for the storybooks he had read.

It seems to have returned to the days when we lived together.

He is studying and writing at the desk.

The boy nestled on the sofa obediently to entertain himself, and when it was time to eat, he expressed his appeal very punctually.

"Louie, I'm hungry and I want a donut."

He clicked his tongue: "Aren't you afraid of tooth decay if you eat such sweet things every day?"

Louis knew that the boy would leave again one day, so he restrained himself, not wanting to put too much affection on him.

So when the boy mentioned what he wanted to eat again, he swallowed the scolding words that were about to blurt out, and went to prepare it for him without saying a word.

The boy blinked and saw something.

When he was about to leave, he said softly, "Louis, if you don't like it, I can eat something else."

Louis: "...I don't dislike it."

The short conversation was stagnated in the two wordless stares.

The young man's eyes are a light amber color, clear and moist like lake water, with a little warm floating light, as if he can see the bottom of a person's heart at a glance.

Louis dodged his sight in some embarrassment.

Louis saw the boy again on his 27th birthday.

at his birthday party.

He stood in the middle of the crowd like stars holding the moon, but from the corner of his eyes, he saw the young man standing on the edge of the crowd, smiling lightly and clapping his hands.

In full view of everyone, he grabbed the boy's slender arm and led him away from the banquet.

The soft touch in his hand clearly told Louis that all this was not his illusion, but no one could see the existence of the boy except him.

Louis hugged him in his arms, his fingers slowly tightened.

The boy let him hold him, stroked his back lightly, and said in a low voice, "Louis, I'm back."

The repeated partings caused Louis to develop some kind of stress disorder. He would wake up startled every night, then turn on the light nervously, and stared at the boy's sleeping face until dawn, for fear that he would disappear again.

Until the last few days of the 30-day period, Louis took out an exquisite chain and fastened one end to his own wrist and the other end to the boy's wrist, delusional to keep him in this way, or the boy to take him with him. Walk.

As long as the two of you can be together, everything is fine.

He would not go to sleep with red eyes, and by the end was totally in some kind of crazy paranoia.

Anxiety and insomnia made him very haggard, his emotions were on the verge of collapse, and his eye sockets were covered with bloodshot eyes.

Like a helpless wolf.

The boy lowered his eyelashes, shook his wrist, and the chain on his wrist made a series of crisp sounds.

He sighed and said, "Louis, don't wait for me."

The old Louis, when he was about to die, was brought back to the world by a pair of warm and soft hands.

21-year-old Louis, like an old lady, babbled and advised teenagers to eat less high-sugar and high-fat foods.

The 24-year-old Louis sealed his heart and locked his love after a long wait, and armed himself with an indifferent appearance.

The 27-year-old Louis chose to face his feelings directly, and for the first time used a humble and sincere gesture to ask the boy to stay by his side.

The 30-year-old Louis carefully calculated the time and waited for three days and three nights full of anticipation, but still did not wait for the person he wanted to see.

The 32-year-old Louis slept in a coffin alone in another way of immortality.

When Louis was afraid that the boy would come back again, he had become a dying old man.

Or...become a pile of rotting bones.

So he sealed himself with a secret method, hoping that the boy could wake him up in the endless darkness.

Then he will seriously say the last sentence to him, the past and the future and the spoken words.

--I like you.

……

Ji Xingyun woke up from the long memory, and there was a sharp pain in his chest.

In a trance, he seemed to see that after being awakened by him, Louis opened his eyes full of expectation, but the scene he saw was empty.

He watched helplessly as the emotion in Louis' eyes disappeared little by little, and finally became completely empty and empty.

Louie's long wait had turned into a complete joke, and the people he wanted to see wouldn't even take a second look at him.

Ji Xingyun couldn't put himself in Louis's shoes, but just thinking about it for a while, his heart seemed to be tightly held by a pair of big hands, and it became difficult to even breathe.

[Louis in the palace was awakened by me, but at that time I didn't know who he was, and I just wanted to escape quickly. 】

【Louis might think that his secret method failed, or maybe it was me...】

Ji Xingyun paused, then said with difficulty: 【...I don't want to see him. 】

[I am a time traveler, he is a short-lived human being, when he fell in love with me, my journey stopped. 】

[So we are destined to not have good results. 】

System: [Congratulations to the host for unlocking the third memory fragment. 】

In the silent silence, Ji Xingyun said: [Is it only the third one?How much have I forgotten? 】

system:【……】

【never mind. 】

Even if he thinks about it, the system won't tell him the answer.

Ji Xingyun shook his head and turned his attention back to the current task.

He looked at the mottled black spots on the branches of the great ancient tree.

[If I want to save this tree of life, what should I do? 】

[Bury the blood branch coral under this tree, it can slow down the erosion of the abyss force and ensure the survival of the tree of life. 】

According to the system, Ji Xingyun took out the red coral from the space, then scraped away the wet and soft soil, and buried the coral intact.

After doing all this, the tree of life seemed to be revived, the withered branches became fresh and green again, and the black viscous liquid that exuded a fishy smell disappeared completely.

"Clap."

There was a light landing sound behind him.

Like some kind of witty and dexterous animal, it deliberately lowered its voice when it landed.

But maybe he didn't grasp the direction of where he fell, and accidentally broke a branch on the ground.

Hearing the sound, Ji Xingyun subconsciously looked back.

Not some clever little animal, but a little child.

It looks about ten years old, and looks a little stunted. It only touches Ji Xingyun's chest.

The raised eyes are beautiful silvery-white, and there seem to be dots of light shining in them.

The long hair that hangs down to the waist is lighter than the color of the eyes, probably because of lack of nutrition, it is a bit haggard and messy.

His chin is slightly pointed, his eye sockets are slightly sunken, and he is pitifully thin.

But even with this pitiful appearance, it's not difficult to see that he has a very beautiful and delicate face.

Such a superior appearance, and this almost iconic long silver-white hair, immediately reminded Ji Xingyun of the dark elf he met before.

"Are you...Zero?"

"who are you?"

The two asked questions at the same time and closed their mouths at the same time.

The child then asked, "Are you a fairy?"

The immature words were full of seriousness and earnestness, the child raised a small face that was not as big as a palm, and continued: "I just saw it with my own eyes, you just waved it on the ground twice, that's it..."

The child grabbed two handfuls of soil on the ground, wrapped them with his fingers vigorously, and then imitated Ji Xingyun's previous movements and threw the soil out.

He continued: "After you cast the strange magic, you will eliminate all those disgusting dirty things, and the high priests of the Ming clan can't do anything about them."

Ji Xingyun: "...It's just a coincidence."

The child has no expression on his face: "Really."

Ji Xingyun bit the bullet: "Yes."

"A good-looking sister really likes to lie."

There was a hint of understanding in the child's eyes, and he said so in a calm tone that didn't match his appearance.

Ji Xingyun: "..."

He corrected: "I'm not a sister, you have to call me brother."

The child who heard this did not show any surprise, his focus was unexpectedly biased.

"Does the good-looking brother also like to deceive people?"

Ji Xingyun held his forehead, speechless.

He squatted down, tried to make himself as level as the child, and said in a tone that was almost coaxing: "You are right, I did use fairy art."

The child showed such an expression.

Ji Xingyun resisted the urge to pinch his face, and continued to coax: "Brother wants to ask you something, can you not tell other people about my magic?"

"Why should I promise you?"

Ji Xingyun was at a loss for words, he didn't expect Ling to be so reticent when he was a child, so it's not easy to fool around.

"Because... because I look good?"

A blush slowly appeared on the child's face, and even the roots of his ears were also dyed rosy.

He lowered his head, and his voice was as low as a mosquito: "It's a pity, it's a pity that I wasn't the only one who saw it, there were others. He was yelling about a saint, and ran back to inform others."

Ji Xingyun suddenly realized.

No wonder everyone called him a saint when he first came to the land of the elves.

Did this name come from around this time?