you turned on the love game

You walked all over the street and saw a lot of recruiting news. After you had a general idea of ​​where you were going, you turned to Barton and said, "What are you going to do next?"

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw the soaked candy-wrapped five-pointed star in his hand, and you asked inexplicably: "The pattern on it is blurred by the water, why do you still hold it in your hand? Didn't I fold a lot and give it away?" for you?"

The boy didn't answer, but just lowered his eyes, his dark eyes focused on his hands, he didn't know what he was thinking, and quickly looked away to meet your gaze.

"Are you going to visit my house?"

"your home?"

You froze for a moment, then asked curiously, "Is it in Meteor Street?"

"Well, yes."

The boy said calmly, "The elders of the family live on Meteor Street."

You follow Buttonk to the junction between the third district and the fourth district. There is not much difference in the buildings in the two districts. There is a large space on the edge of the junction, and a small villa stands alone on it.

There is a small road leading to the villa. The strange thing is that there are people from Meteor Street passing by on other roads, but this small road is empty, as if everyone has tacitly avoided this road.

The two of you set foot on this path, and you will walk to the end in about 10 minutes, and the whole picture of the villa will be displayed in front of your eyes.

But the first thing you notice is the flowerbed next to the gate.

"Purple firefly orchid?"

The flowerbed inside the iron fence is planted with purple four-season flowers. Before entering the gate, you can smell the familiar fragrance and elegant smell. You used to grow this kind of flowers when you were still living in the manor.

The door is unlocked, and the boy opened it with a slight push. When you get closer, you can see the flowers more clearly, and smile: "Ah, they are really them."

The petals are a gradual change of purple from light to dark, shining a different kind of light in the sun, the leaves are slightly curled, and piled up on the branches obediently, and the gentle breeze keeps sending its fragrance.

You look at them with nostalgia on your face.

The corner of his mouth subconsciously evoked a gentle smile.

Button tilted his head to look at your smile, and blinked his big dark eyes: "Do you like these flowers very much?"

"Well, I like it a lot."

"Is that so..."

After you look over at him, he says, "You can take it off."

The boy closed his eyes, his deep pupils were covered by his thin eyelids, and he could only hear his calm voice: "If you like, you can keep them...keep what you like."

The voice of the second half of the sentence is extremely soft.

Like not talking to you, but to himself.

Your eyes lit up, but your mouth was still modest: "This is not very good."

Looking around, you found the scissors specially used for pruning flower beds, "Then let me help you trim off the excess branches."

After speaking, you stuffed the cake into the boy's arms and reminded: "Take it well, don't eat it, this is a gift for your parents."

The little boy's hand paused: "This is yours, why do you want to give it?"

You looked back at him in surprise: "Of course you need to give gifts when visiting elders."

He didn't answer, but frowned in confusion, and you didn't care, you happily raised the gardening scissors and drilled into the flowerbed, carefully trimmed off the excess branches and put them in your arms, and quickly hugged a lot.

The refreshing fragrance of flowers immediately occupied your arms. You put down the scissors, hugged them in a good mood and planned to go out. When you turned around, you found the boy was silently looking at the flower garden.

He was standing at the corner between the gate and the greenhouse, his small figure was completely covered by the cast shadow, and his obsidian-like eyes in the sun were so deep that no light could be seen. Suddenly, his There seemed to be an unspeakable sense of loneliness all around.

Your eyes froze, and then met his eyes.

The little boy, who is not tall enough for the greenhouse, raised his face slightly, staring at you quietly like a cat, the hem of his clothes fluttering slightly in the breeze.

You walked over with the bouquet in your arms and asked him softly, "Are you looking at me?"

The boy lowered his eyes, and his tone was calm: "No..."

You accepted this expected answer with ease, a helpless smile appeared on your face, and then you picked out a few beautiful flower branches, and stuffed them into the little boy's arms without refusal: "Look, these are for you."

There was a daze on that expressionless face, and you subconsciously raised your hands to hug them after you forcibly stuffed them with flowers. You nodded in satisfaction, took the cake from his hand, and gently slapped him on the shoulder.

"Now you have a lot of flowers on your body." You said with a smile.

The boy who always dealt with death and coldness looked down at the flowers in his arms, and the elegant fragrance emanated from the inside out, lingering around his body without any trace, suppressing the faint smell of blood.

And the person who handed him the flower fragrance was happily humming a little tune that he had never heard before, the ending hooked slightly upwards, and faint golden spots of light fell on the hair on her shoulders.

His arms holding the flower branches could not help but slowly tightened.

"Lucia..."

When you hear the boy calling you in a low voice, turn your head immediately.

"Well, what happened?"

The boy's back was turned to the light, and there was a gray shadow under his eyelids.

When he stared at you with those deep black pupils, the warmth brought by the sun quietly receded, leaving only a cold feeling.

He looked at you, and slowly repeated his previous words: "I can... take you away from Meteor Street."

You blinked your eyes when you heard this, poked the dimple on the back of his hand lightly in a funny way, and said softly: "Thank you, but I really don't need it."

The boy didn't speak any more, his dark pupils silently stared at you.

After knocking on the door, a maid greeted you. She respectfully called "Young Master" to Buttonk, then took the gift you brought and put it aside, and explained to you softly: "The old lady is not at home temporarily."

The boy took you to the restaurant with ease, ordered the maid to cook, then put the flower branch in the vase, and said, "What do you want to eat?"

You sat on the seat and looked up at him: "Your elder is not at home, don't we have to wait for her, wouldn't it be good to just eat like this?"

"It's okay..." he tells you, "Grandma doesn't care about that."

It turned out that the elder he was talking about was the grandmother.

Just as you were about to nod your head, you saw the boy get up and walk towards the kitchen. He paused and looked back at you: "I'll tell them the taste you like."

Um?Need to go by yourself?

You glanced at the maid waiting beside you, and didn't quite understand, but the young boy was about to leave the living room at this moment, so you simply took this as his attention and courtesy to the guests.

"Okay, hard work." You smiled and waved to him.

The rich dishes were quickly served by the maids. Almost all the flavors are your favorite, probably because you don’t want the elder maid to know his preference, and none of the dishes are sweet.

Even if it was dessert after the meal, when the maid brought it to him, he just ate it slowly indifferently, without any preference at all.

When you think of the family training he said, you can only sigh silently in your heart.

After you finished eating, the boy took you to the private library. There were many fragments of volumes that had disappeared from the market. You read them intently for a long time, and when you looked up again, you suddenly found that it was already dark.

You close the book and say to the boy who is also reading: "It's getting late, I should go."

You saw a hotel on the way here, and now it's just right to go there.

He quietly put down the book, and walked out with you. The maid guarding outside curtsied when she saw you coming out, and then said something softly to her companion, who quickly walked into the kitchen.

The boy suddenly held your wrist and said, "Wait..."

You stood still and asked suspiciously, "Well, what's wrong?"

Before he could speak, you saw the maid who just walked into the kitchen come over with a plate, on which were two glasses of clear light red drink.

"This is the juice squeezed from my family's specialty fruit."

There was no wave in Barton's tone, "I asked them to send it before you left."

You took a sip curiously, it tasted sour and sweet, but after swallowing it, it was pure sweetness, and after taking a few more sips, you will find that there is ground pulp in it, which does not affect the taste of the drink at all.

You finished drinking it, rolled your eyes and said with a smile: "It tastes good."

The boy's dark eyes stared at you quietly, then lowered his eyes, and turned to the door: "Well, I'll take you out."

The night sky on Meteor Street is covered with thick clouds, and the stars can hardly be seen. Even the moonlight can only slightly penetrate through the thin clouds. There are a few dim street lights on the street, which can barely be seen clearly.

You hugged the bunch of purple firefly pandan orchids, walked unhurriedly to the gate of the villa, then turned your head and said to the boy, "Just send it here."

Hearing this, he paused in his raised steps, and then slowly lowered them down.

Maybe it's because of the gloomy sky, the little boy's eyes seem to merge with the surrounding darkness, you can't see anything inside.

But you are completely used to his expression, you smiled indifferently, thought about the words to say goodbye, and finally just said it softly.

"Then I'm leaving."

You also knew that it was impossible for him to say goodbye, so you took the initiative to take his hand and shook it, shaking it lightly and gently.

The night wind was cold, but the boy's hand was warm, and there were thin calluses from long-term use of weapons on the fingertips, which were a little itchy when pressed.

The shadow of the tree beside you swayed, and the rustling sound was very clear in the silent night. When you pulled your hand away, you could vaguely feel his fingers moving, but when you looked down, you didn't find anything.

You think, this is your illusion.

So you let go of your hand and said to him seriously: "Barton, it's a pleasure to meet you. If there is a chance to meet you outside Meteor Street in the future, let's go out to eat cake together."

"..." He didn't make a sound, he lowered his head and looked at his palm quietly. There seemed to be a scent of flowers on his white and slender fingers, and then he closed them slightly, as if he wanted to hold something that didn't exist.

You turned to leave when you heard his voice.

"Lucia..."

It is lighter than when it calls you during the day, and it melts into the wind at night so lightly that you almost can't hear it.

The boy held the iron door beside him with one hand, and slowly closed his five fingers together. His pupils were completely dark, and the dim light around him was absorbed into it. His whole body seemed to be a darkness that could not be seen with his fingers.

"If you want to leave Meteor Street now..."

"It's really not necessary."

You looked at him, with a funny expression on your face at the same time, walked back to the boy in a few steps, put the fragrant flower branch aside, opened your arms and hugged him vigorously.

"Thank you, but I can do it myself."

At this time, the hands that were held by you suddenly lifted up, and unexpectedly, he hugged you back this time.

The young man's arms are immature but powerful, perhaps because he has never hugged anyone before, he is a little tight.Although there is no pain, it makes you feel like you are being restrained.

His body is no longer a faint smell of blood, but has become a pleasant smell of purple firefly and pandan, mixed with the unique coldness of Meteor Street, it is an alternative and impressive cold fragrance.

"Now it's a nice floral fragrance."

You smiled at him teasingly, but the boy didn't answer your words, but silently increased the strength of your arm again, so you had to pat his back lightly and said, "It's okay, maybe we can meet."

After a pause, the other party still has no tendency to let go, you said dumbfoundingly: "It's really... I couldn't see it at all before. Okay, then tell me your home address, and I will find you, is that okay? "

The scent of flowers kept coming into your nose, and you bent your eyes in a good mood: "I can take you out to play at that time, by the way, I can also introduce friends who are about the same age to you..."

Before you finished speaking, you suddenly felt that your mind was gradually becoming dizzy, your thoughts were twisted into a mess, your eyelids became inexplicably heavy, and the arms that held him began to become weak.

The gloomy light in your vision became even darker, and the boy's expressionless face was blurred for some reason. You didn't notice it, and grabbed his clothes with five fingers, forcing yourself to open your eyes.

"Are you sleepy, Lucia?"

The boy suddenly covered your eyes with the palm of his hand, and his crisp youthful voice was suppressed very low by him at this moment, there was a strange sense of comfort in the words, and there seemed to be a slight smile when he listened carefully.

He leaned over and approached, and the voice seemed to sound right next to your ear, it was the indescribable feeling brought by the tremor of the vocal cords.

"Go to sleep..."

You suddenly raised your head and stared into his eyes. In the next second, you fell into the darkness irresistibly. At the same time, you let go of your tight wrist, and one arm just happened to stop the tendency of your body to fall.

The boy looked down at his arm, and then slowly tightened it.

Suddenly there was the sound of trampling high-heeled shoes not far away.

A woman who couldn't see her face appeared at the end of the path, approaching the gate of the villa step by step, her voice was indifferent and majestic: "Is it Yier fan?"

The boy held the girl's waist with one hand, raised the other hand to the top of the head, pulled out a few slender needles from the thick hair, and then his facial features began to undergo earth-shaking changes.

A few seconds later, the boy who put on a delicate face again opened his eyes slightly, and a cold and satisfied smile appeared on the corners of his lips.

"Yes, grandmother."

The woman quickly walked up to him, without paying any extra attention to the girl he was holding, she just asked him: "Ilmi, do you still almost fail the mission because of sweets?"

"No, grandma."

Smooth black hair slid down his shoulders, and his facial features were as beautiful as classical dolls in the window, without a trace of popularity.

"I don't like sweets," he said.