[Black Street] The one-eyed man

Warwick started exercising with Nicholas, and it took me a few days to find out.

When Nicholas was free, he usually worked out on the first floor, and even cleared a space on the first floor to store his fitness equipment. Warwick never went there. He was usually reading or arranging business for the convenience house.But one morning I saw Warwick doing squats and sit-ups with Nicholas through the crack of the door...unbelievable.

Nicholas is an A/0-level twilight race, and Warwick obviously doesn't have his extraordinary physical fitness. When Nicholas was still calm, he was already out of breath.

His tight vest was soaked with sweat, sticking to his body to outline a toned and masculine line.He wiped his sweat with the towel on his shoulders, and leaned back in the chair in a bit of embarrassment: "How can you do it, you bastard... This body is too perverted..."

Nicholas said nothing, just pointed to the bottle of medicine on the table.Warwick and I mentioned he was on drugs.

"Okay, okay..." He said helplessly, opened a bottle of mineral water and poured it on his head, the ice water flowed over his body, every second he was so handsome that he could take a photo of a male model.

Nicholas spoke hoarsely, and I've only half understood what he said until now, but Warwick could understand it perfectly. "You ask why..." Warwick shook the water bottle, poured the last half of the water into his mouth, and threw it away, the bottle rolled around the edge of the trash can and fell into it. "It's not because my girlfriend thinks I'm old."

Has he always taken this matter to heart?

When I was nervous, I accidentally pushed the door, and there was a short sound from the shabby door. Nicholas was still doing sit-ups with his back to me, without any response, but Warwick turned around and met my eyes.

I was a little overwhelmed, and Warwick touched his nose, as if trying to hide something, and finally stood up and led me into the living room.

"Warwick, that's not what I had in mind."

"I know." Warwick pulled me into his arms, ran his hands through my hair, and stroked them. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that."

"To be precise, I think I'm old." He stopped, leaned forward and lowered his head, looking a little lonely from behind, "Girls have just reached the age of marriage, and I'm already 35 years old. …Sometimes when I’m immersed in romance, I just feel very happy, I feel very happy to be loved, but then I still keep wishing in my heart, if only I were a few years younger, if I could meet you when I was younger It would be nice to fall in love with you—but what's the use of thinking so? Time is there."

I buried my head in his neck, and Warwick squeezed my shoulder: "Okay, I just want to become better, healthier or richer, and I can be worthy of you in the future. When I saw myself in the mirror, I felt very confident, um, I am so handsome, Ella-chan will not leave me." He smiled softly, "I don't want to go out in a few years.散步，对面有邻家小男孩走过来跟我说——'大叔，你女儿好漂亮，以后能不能嫁给我'——之类的。我会气到揍他的。”

"I will never marry someone else!"

"So you just marry me?"

"Uh...uh..." I answered vaguely, lowered my head and pinched his fingers, and said nana: "Besides... besides, how could there be little boys chasing me in a few years, and I won't be in a few years. Small."

"Why not." He smiled, kissed my brows and eyes gently, as if he was treating a precious treasure, "You are so nice and beautiful, sometimes when you fall asleep, I will think of you when I look at you." , Wow, you actually like that I'm still with me, it's like a dream, and when I wake up the next day and see you still in my arms, I feel very happy, so it's not a dream, it's real."

"I want to be with you forever and ever." He whispered in my ear.

"Me too!"

Later, I finally became a doctor... Well, I'm not so passionate and motivated, and I'm still working hard on my internship.

I have always wanted to be a doctor, I thought I would never be able to achieve my dream in this city, but Warwick told me that the family can be taken care of by him, I just need to go out and let go Just chasing my dreams.

In a way, it felt like Warwick had become a good wife and mother who cared about money, and I had become a family breadwinner with a decent job who was always on the go.

Although the mainstay does not earn that much.

My teacher is an old man over fifty years old. He used to work as a medical worker in the police station. Later, he was kicked out for some crime and opened a clinic by himself.The old man is said to have read a lot of books, but the way of practicing medicine is too rough, he feels like a barefoot doctor in battle, and Dr. Theo next door, who wears a white coat every day, is far more educated than him.

By the way, his dressing style is also very social, so that one day when he came to find me in the convenience room, Warwick thought it was the head of some family who came to talk to him about the assassination business, so he talked about the price with him in a serious manner.

I realized that being able to do a career I love and live the life I want is not easy.Not only in this city, but at any time, in any corner of the world, most people are pushed or forced in some way, and there are things that are not good enough, but Warwick is struggling I tried my best to make my life full, fulfilling and radiant.I can't repay him anything, I can only love him more and cherish everything I have.

I got back a little late, and the food on the table happened to be lukewarm.When I entered the bedroom, I saw Warwick lying on the bed, pitifully covering half of his face with the quilt, and buried his voice muffled in the quilt: "You come home so late every day, and I'll wait for you on the bed alone. I ordered the dishes several times, and you didn’t come back until it was dark.” It sounded quite sad.

"I was wrong." I went to lift his quilt, but he was holding him tightly like a child, so I could only hug him through the quilt, press his head to my chest, and then Unbuttoning his shirt one by one.

Then he himself very willingly lifted the quilt completely.

"I'll never come back so late again." I nestled in his arms and poked his face to coax him.

"You said the same thing yesterday."

"It's true, I will come back tomorrow sooner than today."

"Can it be called morning even if it is 1 minute earlier?"

I laughed.

"Okay," he said, "kiss me before you go out tomorrow, and I will forgive you, even if you come back a minute late, I will forgive you."

That's when I realized I hadn't had a good morning kiss in days.

"For sure, not only will I kiss you tomorrow, but I will kiss you every day before I leave... Oh no, I will kiss you anytime in the future!"

"Including now?"

I smiled: "Of course it's included."

The author has something to say: It's over!

When I finished, I thought to myself: I can write so many words! (It feels quite incredible... 2333333)

This fanfic is so unpopular, but it’s really fun to meet a fellow fan. I met a lot of friends who also like gangsta during the process of writing this article. I hope you all have a good time watching it~

There are still many areas for improvement in the writing. For example, I originally wanted to write about the growth of Master Lyco, but in the end it turned into a scene where Warwick educates children. For example, I originally wanted to write very thrilling fighting scenes but found myself writing It doesn't look good at all, and for example, I still don't have any interest in the plot other than sweet and greasy, and the ending is written very hastily... and so on.I feel that the writing power of this article has not improved much, but because the piao is a man I like, I am still very happy to write it. (Every time I want to start writing originals, I will shrink back because of the hard work of the plot. Occasionally, I feel that the writing style can only be like this forever, but I want to improve my writing quality, so I feel quite entangled...)

Due to the heavy coursework of the major, the update was interrupted twice in the middle, and the time was very long. I feel very guilty about this, especially for the readers who have been following this article.Breaking the update should be quite bad for the reading experience. I also feel it myself. Sometimes I follow an article and see that the update time is three or four months ago or more, I will feel angry and desperate, and even feel angry. I don't want to chase anymore.Sometimes when I see readers reminding me to update or miss my comments, I feel very sorry for everyone, and I am also very sorry for this fanfic I wrote myself.I remember the names of the readers who often comment. Whether it is the one who has been following the article since I started writing, or the one who encouraged me since this article, thank you all, you are really little angels!

ps I will definitely insist on updating, as long as the pit is opened, it will definitely be updated.

In ps, a little angel mentioned the issue of locking text (this incident scared me a bit at the time, and I even thought that I might need to write in another place), I haven't considered this issue deeply (although I know that I wrote The article is not very...well, the rules), because I don’t know some of Jinjiang’s regulations very well, I felt a little bit awkward when I saw the comments, so I checked it out immediately, and saw various audits, blocking, spot checks, etc. The measures, but the whole is not very clear, a little bit like an old lady reading the macbook manual, I hope that the little angel who understands can give me a science about the relevant mechanism, thank you very much!

PS, the next article is Criminal Minds Reid's "How to Make Little Angels Belong to Me", I will definitely write better than this one! Even if you haven't read Criminal Minds, you are welcome to poke in and have a look ww