canary in cage

"Master, do you want to buy something?" Isri continued to ask.

"Look at it and buy it." Cecil was a little disappointed, and he casually responded to Isri's words.

"it is good."

Isri didn't say much, but when passing the execution platform, the carriage moved faster.

In the morning, the things to be prepared for Christmas were almost ready. Maybe the clouds in the sky were too thick, and the whole sky darkened, and the Christmas trees in the central square were also lit up.

Even though it is not yet Christmas, every street decoration is decorated.

Yisli was not in a hurry to go back, and parked the carriage in the central square, where the most people were. Cecil was stunned for a moment, looking at Yisli.

"Aren't you going back?"

Isri got down from the front, and when the passers-by were not paying attention, he kicked himself into the back seat and got to Cehir's side.

"What are you doing?" Cecil was a little puzzled.

Isri looked at Cecil without saying a word, but just took out a piece of well-wrapped candy from his pocket, which was grape-flavored.

Cecil took a look and smiled: "You said you went out to buy this this morning?"

Isri was taken aback by Cecil's words, and then opened the corner of his mouth: "It's okay for the young master to understand this way."

Yisili lowered his head, and carefully opened the wrapping paper. A round purple candy was lying in the packaging bag. Yisili paused, and passed the thing in his hand to Cehir's mouth.

For a while, Cecil looked at Isri in a daze, but finally moved his head and lowered his head to swallow the candy.

"Master, do you know why I stopped here?" Isri folded the candy wrapper and put it in his pocket.

Cecil pulled the curtain slightly and glanced outside. There were much more people at night than in the morning.

"why?"

Cecil pressed the candy to one side of his face, making it round.

The small space is filled with the smell of candy, and the smell of grapes lingers in the compartment, gradually becoming stronger.

Isri darkened the smile on his lips, raised his hand, brushed Cehir's hair behind his ears, and gradually leaned over.

Before Cecil had time to panic, Isri's words fell down. Cehir's eyes were wide open, and he began to push and push Isri.

Isri raised his hand to hold Cecil's wrist, pressed it against his ear, and said in a low voice, "Master, don't move around, there are a lot of people outside right now."

Sure enough, as soon as these words came out, Cehir instantly became quiet, and relaxed his body to cater to Isri's movements.

Isri, what does he want to do?

It was very quiet in the carriage, and people passing by outside could hear everything they were talking about. They were in the carriage, only covered by a thin curtain.

Finally got a moment of gas, Cecil panted heavily, and looked at Isri with some horror.

"What are you doing? You'll be found out that way."

Isri's vision darkened, his long and narrow phoenix eyes narrowed slightly, and his amber pupils looked at Cehir with a sense of encroachment.

Isri took off his gloves, stretched out his hand, and gently brushed Cehir's lips with his thumb, then turned his head sideways and put his mouth on his thumb, with a hint of charm in his tone.

"It's so sweet."

In an instant, the tips of Cecil's ears burned badly, and he turned his head to the side, not daring to meet Isri's eyes.

"Shameless!"

Isri smiled, and then pushed himself over, looking into Isri's eyes, with unprecedented heat in those eyes, Cehir was taken aback for a moment, and dropped his mouth again.

It was still noisy outside, the two people in the car were entangled with each other, and the candy in their mouths almost melted, and Isri raised his hand to caress Cecil's face.

The light covered Isri's sight for seven or eight parts, and his voice was a little hoarse. At this time, the deafening sound of fireworks was also thought of outside.

"I want everyone to know that even when we're in a muddy place, we can speak up."

Cehir opened his eyes wide, and the corners of his eyes began to glow unconsciously. After a long while, Cehir laughed softly a few times, and raised his eyes to meet Isri's gaze.

"Isri." Cecil called softly, and the sound of fireworks outside became louder: "I am willing."

Saying that, Cehir straightened up, not touching the trembling lips.

Whatever the world, what is truth?These are just the truths that human beings themselves think, but in this era, we must follow his truth.

But this truth has nothing to do with me.

He goes against the truth of the times, but he wants to.

Because of the decorations at home, it seems that it is not as deserted as before. Christmas comes quickly. Unfortunately, this day also happens to be a day of prayer.

Isri seems to have been preparing for this day long ago. Before the sky was fully lit, Isri had already started to prepare everything for Cehir.

"Master, I want to take you to a place first."

Cecil was a little stunned: "Where are you going?"

Isri slightly sank his head: "Master, you will know when you go."

In the past few days, Isri has always been hiding something, and it is not easy for Cecil to ask, so he can only follow Isri's answer.

Cecil was sitting in the carriage, his eyelids were shaking, and he fell asleep leaning against the window after a while.

"Master" Isri called softly.

Cecil moved, opened his eyes, and froze for a moment when he saw the scene outside.

There is a large rose garden in front of me. Because of the cold weather, some roses have some frost.

"What are you doing here?" Cecil was a little surprised and got out of the car.

"Master." Isri raised his arm for Cecil to support.

It's time for him to do something, it's time to end this hidden operation.

Roses enveloped the two of them. Isri held Cecil's hand and said softly, "Master, are you willing to end our ridiculous relationship?"

Cecil seemed to have been poured cold water on his head. He looked at Isri with his eyes wide open, and his voice trembled: "What do you mean?"

end what?relation?

A flash of panic flashed in Cehir's eyes, and Isri seemed to realize that he had said something wrong, so he knelt on one knee and looked at Cehir.

"Master, that's not what I meant."

As he said that, he took out a black velvet box from a pocket. The box was not big, but Isri trembled a little while holding it, and his eyes moved away from Cecil's face.

"Although this is more absurd, I still want to try." Isri lowered his head and slowly opened the box.

Cecil could see clearly that there were two rings inside. The bright silver rings were engraved with patterns, which were extremely simple yet elegant, like the hustle and bustle hidden in the dark, flamboyant yet restrained.

"I want... to have a wedding with you." Isri's voice was very low, and he slowly opened his mouth tentatively.

Cehir looked at Isri, the hand stuck in mid-air was still a little unsteady, as if he was trying his best to stabilize his body.

Cecil was amused by Isri's actions, large pieces of rose petals were blown up by the wind and blown everywhere, even the words he said should not be blown into fragments.

After a long while, Isri still stabilized his body and looked up at Cecil: "Are you willing?"

Cecil took a step forward and got closer to Isri. This feeling was so unreal, so unreal that he almost thought that the world would agree with them.

"Why don't you bring it to me." Cecil said with a light voice, smiling.

Isri's heart stalled severely, and the light beam of the next day has gradually risen, and the golden hair blown by the wind is messy in the air.

It's beautiful, so beautiful it's unreal.

"Okay." Isri opened his mouth with a trembling voice.

The slightly cool ring was put on the ring finger of the left hand, the size was just right, it fit Cehir's hand very well.

"Is it good?" Cecil asked.

"nice."

"The other one, I'll bring it to you." Cecil curled his lips and took out the other ring.

"Master, I can do it myself." Isri was still at a loss for what to do.

Cecil was amused: "As my lover, I should wear the ring for you."

Lover, Isri was taken aback again, staring blankly at Cecil.

Cehir raised Isri's left hand, slowly took off the glove, and the ring was slowly pushed up, and Esri's eyes stayed on Cehir's face.

"What do you watch me do?"

"Looking good" Isri opened his mouth weakly.

Cehir brought the glove back to Isri's hand, and the ring was completely covered, so Cehir couldn't help but smiled wryly and sighed.

Isri stood up, pulled Cehir into his arms suddenly, and repeated a sentence in a low voice.

"I love you, Cecil."

The ends of Cecil's eyes were bent, and when he let go of Isri, the ends of his eyes turned red.

"Let's go, it's almost too late."

The prayer went smoothly. No one knew what happened in the rose garden in the morning, and no one would know. The rose there was the only witness, and it would be the first witness forever.

There were fewer and fewer people in the church, and in the end only Sehir and Isri were left standing in front of the statue of the Green Lankan goddess.

The afterglow reflected by the glazed window sprinkled on the two of them, like a baptism of rebirth, as if someone had accepted the absurd story between them at this moment.

Isri knelt on the ground on one knee, gently took Cecil's hand, and kept a mouthful on the back of his hand.

"Cehir, I will always love you until death."

They swear in the church, bold and arrogant, as if they are resisting this so-called era of truth, they are proving with their actions that love can be regardless of master and servant, or even gender.

Cecil raised his eyes to look at the tall statue of the Green Lankan goddess, raised his lips in an arc, and turned his head to look at Isri.

"Me too, I love you, my Isri."

In the Green Lanka Cathedral, they confessed their crimes, and the goddess witnessed their love for each other, and they wore rings on their ring fingers for mutual devout prayers.

The roses blooming outside the church are their testimony, and the statue standing in the church is resolutely.

Outside the glazed window, a white dove was parked on the top of the church, unexpectedly holding a rose in its mouth.

To love you against the truth, I will.

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The article is coming to an end, thank you for your support along the way.

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Their love was not abrupt, but it all happened so suddenly that no one had time to react.

Cecil had a lot of closed feelings, but by accident, they were completely resolved because of Isri's strong possessiveness.

Under the rule of this feudal autocracy, the white dove outside the church is abnormally holding a rose in its mouth. Although I am the main writer, I am also guessing how long this feudal autocracy will last.

In other words, how long can their love be hidden in this kind of society.

I can create a perfect environment for them, but I am willing to leave a gap for them to find their own life.

You and I are always outsiders.

Their love is loyal to their hearts and to each other.

I bless them.