Become a Two-dimensional hero
Chapter 92
Saying that the wound was uncomfortable is of course an excuse. Mozart went back to the room and did not lie down, he was mad.
"Love? How is it possible? How is it possible for me and him?" He said to himself.
The caring little robot rolled to his side: "Why is it impossible?" He seemed to know everything, probably eavesdropping again.
Mozart has no time to worry about personal privacy issues with him now, he poured out his inner doubts: "Is there any need to ask? He is Qin Tian, the youngest major general, the winner of the Galaxy Star... "
Peregrine: "So?"
Mozart choked, what he said seemed to be no reason, he squatted down against the wall, trying to sort out his messy thoughts: "By the way, he is 20 years older than me, and six years older than my uncle." He was already famous when I was five years old and went to kindergarten..."
Peregrine reminded him: "Now he is the same age as you, just 19 years old. Besides, the age difference of 20 years is not too big in terms of the length of life span of modern humans."
Mozart: "..." He was choked again, but he quickly denied again: "No, no, it's different. The point is, he is an idol to me, to an idol." He seemed Convinced by myself again: "Idol, do you understand? I will be happy because I am close to him, and I will be happy because I talk to him, but these...just worship, I never thought about him... .”
Peregrine Falcon waited quietly for the next words, and Mozart paused for a long time before saying: "Join hands in this life." But when he said these four words, he couldn't help but start to fantasize in his mind, the weight of these four words is like this Heavy, a lifetime, hundreds of years are entrusted to another person, such a heavy commitment makes people retreat.
But Mozart thought of that early morning walk with the Star of Vienna. They intertwined their fingers in the crowded streets. If this is to join hands in this life, he seemed to have a little more confidence to carry this promise.
No, no, no... Mozart shook his head violently, what was he thinking, he didn't even write a word, and he started to fantasize about the future.
Mozart said to himself, as if some things would be more convincing when said: "People will follow stars because they like that idol, but they will also fall in love with others, because liking for stars is just like, just like me Like worshiping Qin Tian, this is not love..."
He refused to admit it, desperately looking for reasons to convince himself, just like his usual style of acting, he would instinctively fear and even shrink back when encountering unknown things.
Peregrine Falcon quietly watched this human being brainwash himself and engage in meaningless self-deception. If he was human, he must have let out a disdainful "hum" now.
Mozart finally came to a conclusion: "What am I worrying about? Whether I like Qin Tian or not, Qin Tian may not necessarily like me. In the future, he may already..."
Mozart paused, in the future, Qin Tian does not seem to be married.But he doesn't care, the boat will be straight when it reaches the bridge, why think so much, tomorrow will worry about tomorrow, before he thinks about his feelings clearly, it's business as usual.Yes, just do it.
He is like a rabbit, huddling in a safe and warm nest and refusing to come out. No matter whether it is a storm outside or a field full of carrots, he dare not take that step. Qin Tian is afraid of failure, but Mozart is even more afraid.
This may be due to his childhood experience. Although his uncle tried his best to play the role of a parent, he was not after all. Mo Er, who was only 14 years older than Mozart, did not learn how to communicate with his nephew. Mozart hardly heard it from his uncle. A word of affirmation, there are only severe criticism and eyes of hatred.
Some children who grow up in such an environment may still become confident and strong people, but Mozart was not.Although he usually doesn't show it, as Rosen said, his heart is full of timidity and cowardice.
Uncle's love is too obscure, hidden under harsh criticism, Mozart can't understand.He hid his pitiful love in the deepest part of the nest, even now that the nest was about to be opened, he still refused to face it.A child who lacks love eventually becomes such a person who dare not love.
Mozart leaned against the corner in a daze, he thought a lot, but he didn't seem to think about anything.I don't know how long the time passed, until Mozart heard his stomach growl, he suddenly realized that it was already past ten o'clock in the evening.
He just spent the whole afternoon in a daze.Mozart rubbed his sore joints and stood up. He carefully opened the door a little, and glanced out through the crack. It's fine, Qin Tian is not here.
He tiptoed to go to the kitchen to eat something, but he suddenly heard the sound of the bedroom next door, like the sound of some jar rolling on the ground.
Mozart didn't pay attention at first, but then he heard another sound, which seemed to be a switch, causing a series of rolling sounds.He wondered what Qin Tian was doing?
He stood at the door of Qin Tian's bedroom, hesitated for a while, and finally knocked lightly on the door worriedly.No one opened the door, Qin Tian just called out: "Come in."
Mozart pushed the door open and entered, and saw a floor of beer cans, roughly a dozen of them.
Qin Tian sat on the railing of the balcony with the window open, drinking the night breeze and drinking with the moon, his cheeks were slightly flushed, as if he was drunk.
Mozart walked in, and he quickly stepped forward to pull Qin Tian off the window sill. It was no problem to sit like this normally, but now Qin Tian was drunk when he saw it, and Mozart was afraid that he would fall off.
Qin Tian got down from the window sill, but when Mozart wanted to pull him to lie on the bed, he shook off Mozart's hand and insisted on standing on the balcony to enjoy the wind.
Mozart had no choice but to let Qin Tian, he started to pack the beer cans in the place, picked them up and threw them into the trash can under the desk.
He stood up and clapped his hands, cleaning up.His eyes happened to fall on a photo album on the desk. On the photo album was a woman whose eyebrows and eyes were very similar to Qin Tian's.
Mozart was guessing who this woman was, when Qin Tian's voice sounded behind him: "She is my mother."
As soon as Mozart turned his head, he saw that Qin Tian took out another can of beer from nowhere, and Mozart hurried over to grab it.
Qin Tian tilted his head and smiled, and childishly raised his hand and refused to give Mozart the wine. He suddenly raised an irrelevant topic: "Do you think my father is a qualified father?"
Mozart thought how dare he answer such a sensitive topic honestly, so he could only answer ambiguously: "Uncle is very gentle."
Qin Tian smiled again: "Yeah, look at his smiling face, isn't it like a spring breeze?" He seemed to be talking to himself, and started the truth-telling session that drunk people must have.
"I used to think so too. My parents can be said to be a model couple. They never quarreled. At any reception, people would praise them as a couple. I always felt this way until I was eight years old. No matter what I did wrong, My dad never scolded me, he was always smiling like you see on the news."
He paused, and continued: "But when I was eight years old, something happened. My mother died in a traffic accident. I was alone at home. What was my father doing? He was outside condolences Orphanage children. Those children have no parents. I do have them, but it’s not the same. When he heard the news of my mother’s death, the first thing he did was to make the news agency publish a report,’Politics Standing Committee Huai In the pain of losing his wife, he still observes the people's sentiments outside', listen, how great and selfless."
He had a sarcasm on his face: "That's when I discovered his true face. This man looks gentle and kind, compassionate to all beings. In fact, he doesn't love anyone. Everything he does is just to pack himself. For a while, I doubted him." Is it a robot, how can a normal person have such a perfect smiling face at all times?"
Mozart: "..." I didn't expect Qin Tian to be so imaginative.He tried to snatch the beer can from Qin Tian's hand.
Qin Tian directly squeezed the jar into a ball in his hands, and the unfinished wine spilled all over his body. He said indifferently: "I hate him."
Mozart didn't know how to answer, he could only use his sleeve to help Qin Tian wipe off the wine flowing from his body.
Qin Tian said to himself: "I hate his hypocrisy, I hate his unchanging smiling face." He turned his head and looked out the window. It's the same kind of person, just like him, wearing a smiling mask and acting on every occasion. Mo Youyu, what Xia Changyu said is actually true. When I was a child, I always punished him with a smile, and blamed him for all bad things. Adults thought he was I am stubborn, but praise me for being humble and polite.”
The half-open window showed Qin Tian's side face, Qin Tian noticed it, his expression suddenly became very angry, he smashed the window with a punch, the shadow reflected on the glass was shattered, and his hands were bleeding more than.
Mozart panicked completely, he was in a hurry to help Qin Tian stop the bleeding.Qin Tian looked at the broken window and said softly: "I hate him, and I also hate myself. I am not humble or polite. On the contrary, my heart is a dark poisonous vine, which chooses to eat people. Mo You Yu, now you see what the real me is."
Mozart stopped bandaging him, and he raised his head to meet Qin Tian's eyes.Now Qin Tian has shed all the gentle pretense, his eyes are as cold as ice, with the viciousness of a snake and a scorpion.It's also like a blade, just looking at each other, you can be cut by this look.
The two looked at each other silently, Mozart did not hide or dodge, Qin Tian's eyes were obviously terrifying, but he was not afraid.After a while, Qin Tian first looked away, and said calmly, "People like me are probably not liked by anyone."
Mozart finally spoke, and his tone was unshakably firm: "How come no one likes you? You don't even know how many people like you." He thought for a while, and added: "Except for Xia Changyu."
Qin Tian looked at him with a half-smile: "What about you?"
Mozart took it for granted: "Of course I like you..."
His voice disappeared in his throat, because Qin Tian suddenly leaned forward, the two of them were very close, the bridges of their noses collided, Mozart's eyes widened, and he suddenly felt the soft touch on his lips.
Qin Tian's eyes were full of gentle smiles, he leaned forward and kissed Mozart's lips.
"Love? How is it possible? How is it possible for me and him?" He said to himself.
The caring little robot rolled to his side: "Why is it impossible?" He seemed to know everything, probably eavesdropping again.
Mozart has no time to worry about personal privacy issues with him now, he poured out his inner doubts: "Is there any need to ask? He is Qin Tian, the youngest major general, the winner of the Galaxy Star... "
Peregrine: "So?"
Mozart choked, what he said seemed to be no reason, he squatted down against the wall, trying to sort out his messy thoughts: "By the way, he is 20 years older than me, and six years older than my uncle." He was already famous when I was five years old and went to kindergarten..."
Peregrine reminded him: "Now he is the same age as you, just 19 years old. Besides, the age difference of 20 years is not too big in terms of the length of life span of modern humans."
Mozart: "..." He was choked again, but he quickly denied again: "No, no, it's different. The point is, he is an idol to me, to an idol." He seemed Convinced by myself again: "Idol, do you understand? I will be happy because I am close to him, and I will be happy because I talk to him, but these...just worship, I never thought about him... .”
Peregrine Falcon waited quietly for the next words, and Mozart paused for a long time before saying: "Join hands in this life." But when he said these four words, he couldn't help but start to fantasize in his mind, the weight of these four words is like this Heavy, a lifetime, hundreds of years are entrusted to another person, such a heavy commitment makes people retreat.
But Mozart thought of that early morning walk with the Star of Vienna. They intertwined their fingers in the crowded streets. If this is to join hands in this life, he seemed to have a little more confidence to carry this promise.
No, no, no... Mozart shook his head violently, what was he thinking, he didn't even write a word, and he started to fantasize about the future.
Mozart said to himself, as if some things would be more convincing when said: "People will follow stars because they like that idol, but they will also fall in love with others, because liking for stars is just like, just like me Like worshiping Qin Tian, this is not love..."
He refused to admit it, desperately looking for reasons to convince himself, just like his usual style of acting, he would instinctively fear and even shrink back when encountering unknown things.
Peregrine Falcon quietly watched this human being brainwash himself and engage in meaningless self-deception. If he was human, he must have let out a disdainful "hum" now.
Mozart finally came to a conclusion: "What am I worrying about? Whether I like Qin Tian or not, Qin Tian may not necessarily like me. In the future, he may already..."
Mozart paused, in the future, Qin Tian does not seem to be married.But he doesn't care, the boat will be straight when it reaches the bridge, why think so much, tomorrow will worry about tomorrow, before he thinks about his feelings clearly, it's business as usual.Yes, just do it.
He is like a rabbit, huddling in a safe and warm nest and refusing to come out. No matter whether it is a storm outside or a field full of carrots, he dare not take that step. Qin Tian is afraid of failure, but Mozart is even more afraid.
This may be due to his childhood experience. Although his uncle tried his best to play the role of a parent, he was not after all. Mo Er, who was only 14 years older than Mozart, did not learn how to communicate with his nephew. Mozart hardly heard it from his uncle. A word of affirmation, there are only severe criticism and eyes of hatred.
Some children who grow up in such an environment may still become confident and strong people, but Mozart was not.Although he usually doesn't show it, as Rosen said, his heart is full of timidity and cowardice.
Uncle's love is too obscure, hidden under harsh criticism, Mozart can't understand.He hid his pitiful love in the deepest part of the nest, even now that the nest was about to be opened, he still refused to face it.A child who lacks love eventually becomes such a person who dare not love.
Mozart leaned against the corner in a daze, he thought a lot, but he didn't seem to think about anything.I don't know how long the time passed, until Mozart heard his stomach growl, he suddenly realized that it was already past ten o'clock in the evening.
He just spent the whole afternoon in a daze.Mozart rubbed his sore joints and stood up. He carefully opened the door a little, and glanced out through the crack. It's fine, Qin Tian is not here.
He tiptoed to go to the kitchen to eat something, but he suddenly heard the sound of the bedroom next door, like the sound of some jar rolling on the ground.
Mozart didn't pay attention at first, but then he heard another sound, which seemed to be a switch, causing a series of rolling sounds.He wondered what Qin Tian was doing?
He stood at the door of Qin Tian's bedroom, hesitated for a while, and finally knocked lightly on the door worriedly.No one opened the door, Qin Tian just called out: "Come in."
Mozart pushed the door open and entered, and saw a floor of beer cans, roughly a dozen of them.
Qin Tian sat on the railing of the balcony with the window open, drinking the night breeze and drinking with the moon, his cheeks were slightly flushed, as if he was drunk.
Mozart walked in, and he quickly stepped forward to pull Qin Tian off the window sill. It was no problem to sit like this normally, but now Qin Tian was drunk when he saw it, and Mozart was afraid that he would fall off.
Qin Tian got down from the window sill, but when Mozart wanted to pull him to lie on the bed, he shook off Mozart's hand and insisted on standing on the balcony to enjoy the wind.
Mozart had no choice but to let Qin Tian, he started to pack the beer cans in the place, picked them up and threw them into the trash can under the desk.
He stood up and clapped his hands, cleaning up.His eyes happened to fall on a photo album on the desk. On the photo album was a woman whose eyebrows and eyes were very similar to Qin Tian's.
Mozart was guessing who this woman was, when Qin Tian's voice sounded behind him: "She is my mother."
As soon as Mozart turned his head, he saw that Qin Tian took out another can of beer from nowhere, and Mozart hurried over to grab it.
Qin Tian tilted his head and smiled, and childishly raised his hand and refused to give Mozart the wine. He suddenly raised an irrelevant topic: "Do you think my father is a qualified father?"
Mozart thought how dare he answer such a sensitive topic honestly, so he could only answer ambiguously: "Uncle is very gentle."
Qin Tian smiled again: "Yeah, look at his smiling face, isn't it like a spring breeze?" He seemed to be talking to himself, and started the truth-telling session that drunk people must have.
"I used to think so too. My parents can be said to be a model couple. They never quarreled. At any reception, people would praise them as a couple. I always felt this way until I was eight years old. No matter what I did wrong, My dad never scolded me, he was always smiling like you see on the news."
He paused, and continued: "But when I was eight years old, something happened. My mother died in a traffic accident. I was alone at home. What was my father doing? He was outside condolences Orphanage children. Those children have no parents. I do have them, but it’s not the same. When he heard the news of my mother’s death, the first thing he did was to make the news agency publish a report,’Politics Standing Committee Huai In the pain of losing his wife, he still observes the people's sentiments outside', listen, how great and selfless."
He had a sarcasm on his face: "That's when I discovered his true face. This man looks gentle and kind, compassionate to all beings. In fact, he doesn't love anyone. Everything he does is just to pack himself. For a while, I doubted him." Is it a robot, how can a normal person have such a perfect smiling face at all times?"
Mozart: "..." I didn't expect Qin Tian to be so imaginative.He tried to snatch the beer can from Qin Tian's hand.
Qin Tian directly squeezed the jar into a ball in his hands, and the unfinished wine spilled all over his body. He said indifferently: "I hate him."
Mozart didn't know how to answer, he could only use his sleeve to help Qin Tian wipe off the wine flowing from his body.
Qin Tian said to himself: "I hate his hypocrisy, I hate his unchanging smiling face." He turned his head and looked out the window. It's the same kind of person, just like him, wearing a smiling mask and acting on every occasion. Mo Youyu, what Xia Changyu said is actually true. When I was a child, I always punished him with a smile, and blamed him for all bad things. Adults thought he was I am stubborn, but praise me for being humble and polite.”
The half-open window showed Qin Tian's side face, Qin Tian noticed it, his expression suddenly became very angry, he smashed the window with a punch, the shadow reflected on the glass was shattered, and his hands were bleeding more than.
Mozart panicked completely, he was in a hurry to help Qin Tian stop the bleeding.Qin Tian looked at the broken window and said softly: "I hate him, and I also hate myself. I am not humble or polite. On the contrary, my heart is a dark poisonous vine, which chooses to eat people. Mo You Yu, now you see what the real me is."
Mozart stopped bandaging him, and he raised his head to meet Qin Tian's eyes.Now Qin Tian has shed all the gentle pretense, his eyes are as cold as ice, with the viciousness of a snake and a scorpion.It's also like a blade, just looking at each other, you can be cut by this look.
The two looked at each other silently, Mozart did not hide or dodge, Qin Tian's eyes were obviously terrifying, but he was not afraid.After a while, Qin Tian first looked away, and said calmly, "People like me are probably not liked by anyone."
Mozart finally spoke, and his tone was unshakably firm: "How come no one likes you? You don't even know how many people like you." He thought for a while, and added: "Except for Xia Changyu."
Qin Tian looked at him with a half-smile: "What about you?"
Mozart took it for granted: "Of course I like you..."
His voice disappeared in his throat, because Qin Tian suddenly leaned forward, the two of them were very close, the bridges of their noses collided, Mozart's eyes widened, and he suddenly felt the soft touch on his lips.
Qin Tian's eyes were full of gentle smiles, he leaned forward and kissed Mozart's lips.
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