【Ji Lai】【Romy】Far Star

Man is a very strange thing.

No matter how rational, resolute, and self-controlling a person is, there will still be places deep in his heart that he cannot take care of and control.

Some things that the owner does not know what they are will quietly hide there, take root and grow, and grow slowly without knowing it, until they can break through the confinement of the subconscious and clearly appear at the level that can perceive realistic thoughts.

Probably because of this reason, Gilfies had a dream.

It wasn't a good dream—it was a dream with an extremely smooth narrative, an extremely slow pace, and an extremely monotonous plot, but after waking up for a long time, he felt like madly vomiting.

When the dream started, Gilfies found himself in a seemingly normal city.

The weather seems to be a bit hot, the surrounding traffic is busy, the white sun shines on the streets and alleys of the city, and the green leaves cover the sidewalks and the parks beside the streets.

He thought this was Fraser.

Then came a series of meaningless scene changes, at least Gilfies couldn't recognize these buildings and rooms.It wasn't until he finally stopped in a room with elegant and rigorous decoration and a large area that looked like a conference room but wasn't necessarily a meeting room that he found some parts he could recognize.

But not things or scenes, but people.

About half of his colleagues were gathered in this room, surrounded by a few people who appeared to be doctors.They were asking these people something in fear and repeatedly confirming something with them. Gilfies couldn't hear what they were talking about, but he could feel the extremely oppressive and almost desperate atmosphere at the scene.

Finally, Murat roared, couldn't take it anymore, turned and rushed out the door, and Gilfies could see that he was already in tears.

Mittermeier and the others were better, although they were pale but at least they were calm.But Biddenfield couldn't do this. In the end, he almost beat up the doctor in a panic, but the others stopped him in panic, and the room was in chaos.

When it was about to be over, someone opened the door and walked in.

Of course Gilfies could also recognize her—the chief of staff of Reinhardt, Lieutenant General Marindorf, who is smart, knowledgeable, beautiful, generous and majestic.

But now she looked nothing like the one he remembered.She had grown her hair and wore a dress, and in a way she now looked like a bird with its wings cut off.Maybe she herself didn't understand why things turned out like this, her expression was full of helplessness and sadness.

She came and stopped Biddenfeld, talked to them, and tried to reassure them.Their long conversation and discussion ensued, but since Gilfies couldn't hear what they were saying, it meant nothing to him.

He turned and went out by the door by which Miss Malindorf had entered.

There is a large corridor outside, and there are many doors along the way.

Gilfies walked aimlessly along the corridor for a while, then stopped in front of a door.

There's no reason, but he just knows it's here.

He pushed open the door and walked in.

The room was silent, a little darker than the outside because of the drawn curtains, but it was still very comfortable.

There was someone lying on the bed with his back turned in this direction, his long blond hair spread all over the pillow.It was really too easy for Gilfies to recognize him.

He went to his bed and sat down in one of the chairs that stood there.

Then he looked at him for a while, and felt that he was no match for his pink-cheeked, radiant emperor, who was full of vitality and thoughts—he must be sick, he had lost a lot of weight, and his face was so pale that it was almost transparent. And even when he was sleeping, there was a lingering sadness and depression on his face.

But he sat there anyway.

The concept of time in the dream was not very clear, anyway, after a while, the emperor woke up.He opened his eyes with some difficulty, stared at the air in front of him for a while in a daze, and finally found someone beside him.

He thought it was the person who would be there usually, so he didn't pay attention to anything, just adjusted his direction slightly and tried to talk to the other party, but he fell into a daze after seeing clearly who the person sitting was.

Gilfies didn't feel the need to speak at all, so he just sat silently.

Soon Reinhardt recovered from the shock.He gradually relaxed his expression, slowly smiled, and struggled to sit up.

"Looks like I'm dying." He said, staring at Gilfies intently.The voice has no strength, but the tone is very relaxed, happy and even pleasantly surprised. There is no emotion, regret or nostalgia for the world that a dying person should have.

Smiling a little embarrassedly, he continued: "Sorry, I don't look very energetic now...but I should be fine soon, right? I mean, you didn't look very well when you left, But now you're more handsome than ever—so, that's how the rules are supposed to work over there?"

Gilfies continued to stay in place, feeling indifferent and lacking the thought to speak.

But Reinhardt didn't mind his behavior, he just continued on his own: "Actually, I didn't expect you to pick me up... But that's fine. Look, at that time you said I would stay Long hair would be nice, but you haven't seen the final look - how do you feel about it now?"

Somewhat suddenly, Gilfies had the urge to speak this time - he wanted to tell him that you were extremely handsome, but he didn't know if it was still in the relationship in his dream, but he still kept silent very patiently.

At this time, the other party seemed to think that he was just some kind of phantom or fantasy, so he didn't care about anything, and just continued to talk to him about some trivial things.

And just like that, the terrible things began.

Even though Gilfies felt that he and his emperor were not compatible, almost all of what he said next were what his Reinhardt had said to him.

As long as he speaks more, Gilfies feels that he is his emperor.Maybe there is a little deviation in them, but they have the same brain and the same heart, what they like, what they are interested in, what they value or hate is the same, and even the subtle movements and expressions are indescribably unified.

Soon, a sense of confusion is formed that is absolutely in the play and immersive.Then this sense of confusion slowly emerged from the deep place in his throat like lava before a volcanic eruption, and through the other party's confession, he was forced to break out in a cold sweat.

They are the same person.He confirmed it.

And after rambling on for a while, Reinhard had no strength left.But he was unwilling to lie back, because he was really nostalgic for the phantom in front of the bed, and he was afraid that he would disappear without a trace if he was not careful.In desperation, he began to struggle to support himself with his arms.

Gilfies thought the emperor looked distressed.

It made him think what he might do.But what exactly?

Only then did Gilfies suddenly realize that his own thoughts were so vague and vain.And at the same time he realized this, Gilfies felt a certain force loosen from him suddenly.

Within a few seconds, the surrounding environment and self-existence were clearly highlighted, and what happened was replayed in his mind like a fast-forward film, and his brain was instantly ignited like a fire with fuel added. Nervous, let him experience the feeling of a strong emotion blowing to the top of his head - he almost immediately rushed to the side of the bed and pulled the other person into his arms.The opponent's extremely light weight, the thickness of his body completely out of line with his impression, and his shapeless hand made him instantly understand that he was really dying.

Then for a long time, he just hugged him like this, and the other party leaned in his arms very obediently after being startled.When it seemed that there was no longer any delay, he finally let go of him a little, and mustered up the courage to look down at him.

Then he saw a face that was overflowing with joy, its eyes almost shining.The emperor looked up at him with such an expression, and asked him with almost uncontrollable excitement: "You—don't you blame me—"

These words made Gilfies feel as if he had been shot in the head.

He froze for a moment, then finally lowered his head and kissed him.

The texture of the emperor is extremely plump and full.

Gilfies always felt that he tasted like a bunch of muscat grapes with dewdrops and hoarfrost, not too sweet, but extremely refreshing, vigorous, rich in moisture, and full of a tangy aroma of life.

But not now.His taste is very, very flat, very, very bland, indescribably weak and dull, and also close to dry and no longer moist.The medicines used to control his condition gave him a chilly bitterness, reminiscent of a dead tree half-dried in the sun.

Even his reaction is not flexible.

But now he doesn't have a large bowl of pineapples in his hand, so at least Gilfies doesn't have to worry about him being so scared that he will dirty the floor and attract attendants.

It's just a pity that he couldn't even bear this relatively restrained kiss for a long time.

Soon, the emperor turned his head with some struggle, trying to ensure his breathing.Gilfies let go of him, but still couldn't allow him to leave his embrace, and at the same time couldn't continue to control his emotions.

In this way, he hugged him and began to cry bitterly.

Compared with the unbearably sad and tearful party, the sweaty party is much calmer.In the end, it turned into him trying to comfort and persuade the other party.

"It's okay, it's okay..." He kissed his cheek and the corners of his mouth, the expression on his dying face was tender and full of yearning for the future, "Please wait for me a little longer, I will be by your side soon."

With the sound of these words echoing in his mind, Gilfies woke up.

In the next 15 minutes, he was almost drowned by his own tears and snot. The extreme depression and grief even made him want to vomit constantly.

After finally recovering a bit, he tidied himself up, completely put aside his reason, went to the communication room on duty, and asked the communicator to connect him to the channel of Brenhill.

The Emperor is on Branhill.

Soon he came over, wearing a nightgown and looking like he had just been forcibly dug out, but he was indeed extremely healthy and alive, and he couldn't be more energetic.After pulling him to make trouble for no reason, Gilfies finally felt that he was temporarily stable.

But only temporarily.

Until he actually saw him, touched him, and hugged him heavily, Gilfies couldn't get rid of this kind of yearning, which was obviously just an illusion.

This kind of concern made him extremely look forward to the other party coming to his side.And of course, he wouldn't just wait.