[HP] If youth has an ageless face

Nothing happened that night—Edwinra was absent from dinner, but the house-elf had brought in a word to arrange for Christian to stay in the guest room where he had previously lived.In the awkward silence, Blaise and Christian each interpreted her behavior differently.

"Well, Mr. Zabini Jr.—"

"Just call me by my name." Blaise clinked glasses with Christian, "I'm sorry, things today are a little different from what I thought."

Christian shook his head and drank the wine in his glass, unwilling to continue talking about matters related to Edwin La: "Thank you for being willing to vouch for me."

"It doesn't matter." Brace replied, "I thought they gave you a harsher sentence." Meeting Christian's puzzled gaze, he smiled, "I never complained about you in Stoyanlov. resent you for your role in this case."

"Really?" Christian clenched his glass tightly, feeling very uneasy, "I have something to do with your father's death, you...don't mind?"

"I've never met my father, and frankly, I don't have a deep affection for him. Besides, you didn't do any harm—even if you were one of the accomplices—my father wouldn't have survived long without you. ’” Blaise told him candidly. “At the end of the day, you’re just getting paid to do things. Things like this happen every day in different places, don’t they?”

Even though Blaise's tone was calm and there was no condemnation on his face, his words still made Christian feel ashamed.He poured himself another glass of wine, then got up and bowed deeply to Blaise, apologizing again: "I don't know how to express my apology, but if I had known, I would not have taken the money-sorry. "

Blaise accepted his apology and finished the fruit wine in his glass.Christian felt a little relieved, but Blaise suddenly said, "You like her, don't you?"

Christian nearly knocks over the glass he just put back on the table.This scene fell into Blaise's eyes, and he couldn't help laughing: "You are not the first, and you will not be the last."

"I know." There was a sour feeling in Christian's heart, "She won't accept me...I know too."

"She will," Blaise said softly, staring at his glass and smiling under Christian's stunned gaze, "I can tell."

"Will she?" Christian repeated with a wry smile. "She will fall in love with me? A woman like her?"

"I didn't say she loves you, and I don't think she's ever going to love anyone. She likes to belittle love, calling it an excuse people use for comfort. She must define love differently than we do, or she wouldn't be so special .But in my opinion, that's one of the reasons why she's having trouble in love...She sees it too empty, too ethereal, so it's too extravagant for her."

This comment made Christian laugh: "Brace, do you understand what love is?"

"I dare not say that I understand it very well."

"Then do you have someone you like?" Christian just asked casually, but after a moment of contemplation, Blaise replied seriously:

"Have."

Christian, who was already slightly drunk, was taken aback: "Yes?"

"She and I have different but similar stories. We both long to escape from a prison, but can't. Just as I keep changing dates to cover up my fear of falling in love, she is always alone, and the few ambiguous moments are nothing. Nothing happened... We were all afraid of repeating our parents' paths, which made us alike and attracted us to—"

"Since they are attracted to each other, what are you still struggling with?"

After a few seconds of silence, Blaise suddenly smiled: "I didn't expect it to be so late. You have to hurry tomorrow, get some rest early, Mr. Byrne."

Nor did Edwin Rah appear at breakfast the next day.It wasn't until Blaise sent Christian away that he heard a voice:

"he's gone?"

Edwina appeared behind him, God knows where she had been hiding.

"Yeah, he's gone," Blaise asked. "Do you regret it?"

She didn't say anything, just turned around and left.

"Edwinra." At this moment, Christian, who had already left, went back and forth. He stood in the hall, slowly took off his hat, and seemed a little at a loss for a while, "Would you... come back to Denmark with me?" ?"

Edwina took a step back instinctively, and her body trembled slightly, not knowing why.

"I understand." Christian smiled wryly, "Then, see you by fate."

Her lips moved a bit, but after all, no sound came out.Edwina lowered his eyes and looked at the carpet under his feet. They only needed to meet each other's eyes to understand each other's intentions: he hoped to continue the ambiguity into a text, but she was unwilling to tame a prodigal son.

"Please wait a moment, Mr. Byrne!" Blaise went to stop him from leaving, "Can I spare you a few minutes?" He looked back at her again, his eyes were very bright, "Let's go with him."

"Do not."

"he loves you."

She pursed her lips: "There are countless people who love me."

"I can tell," Blaise insisted. "He's not like them, and you don't look at him the way you look at other people."

"That's enough, Blaise, don't talk anymore." She turned hastily and walked into the living room, her footsteps were a little flustered.

"why not?"

"Don't you mind if he's your—"

"He is not my father-killing enemy, my real enemy has been dead for many years." Blaise walked behind her, "The mysterious man will not be as careless as last time, he will eliminate all disobedient people. "

"You think I'm afraid of the mysterious man?"

"I haven't talked to anyone yet, but I wanted to let you know, Mom." Blaise said, taking her shoulders, looking her in the eyes, and said clearly and slowly, "Slytherins have always tended to be black." The wizard's side, but this time I decided to stand on the opposite side of the mysterious man. I have made up my mind, and even if the price is to become enemies with other people, I will not waver."

This sentence was thunderous, and Edwin shuddered, and immediately lowered his voice in surprise and anger: "You are crazy!"

"I didn't. It's my choice." Blaise didn't explain further, he looked past her and looked out the window, "It's getting colder...after you go to Denmark, the Death Eaters will stop I can't find a second person who can threaten me."

"You've grown up, Blaise, but you can't make decisions for me." Edwin pulled his hand away and sneered, "I won't—"

"You won't be by my side all the time." Blaise interrupted her. "This is what you told me many years ago, and now I will remind you."

Edwin was speechless for a moment.

"You are not someone who will be swayed by the love of your children." He added, "Actually, you know in your heart that leaving is a better choice for you."

"No, I am." Edwin shook his head, "You think I'm a ruthless, cold-blooded animal with a heart of stone? You're wrong, I was never that kind of person."

"Then can you be cold-blooded again for me?" Blaise gently but unquestionably stopped her from continuing, "Maybe you will say that you don't love him, so can you try to treat him as a roommate? A friend? A good alternative?—at least consider his offer, will you?"

"You don't understand," she insisted again, "marriage is the escape together of two people who fear loneliness, but I'd rather be alone than endure loneliness with another person."

"You're right." Blaise was thoughtful, and after a moment of silence he suddenly mentioned Darren, "So, do you still remember my father?"

Edwina was taken aback, and took a step back: "I remember." Without waiting for Blaise to ask, she continued, "Although as time went by, I gradually began to forget him, as if I was about to lose him again. But …I see him sometimes too, and he disappears and appears again, like the sun goes up and goes down or whatever. I know he's been there, he's been in my life, but—"

"Is he important to you?" Blaise asked himself. "He is so important to you, but he just passed through your life. So what is the difference between him and my stepfathers? No .They're all just passing through, even if they're playing different roles."

A little anger appeared on Edwin's face: "If you insist on talking to me about this, Bryce, then we..."

"In this case, why are you unwilling to accept a new person? Or, what do you care about? What are you afraid of? Christian is not a perfect person—there is no perfect person in the world—but I believe he can be with You spend the rest of your life together. I can see that."

"I'm almost 40 years old, Blaise." Edwin pulled his hand away, "I have experienced more than most people will experience in a lifetime. Literally, I have seen All the prosperity in the world, and I have seen all the joys and sorrows. Now I don't want to continue to toss, do you understand?"

"I just think Denmark's scenery is beautiful, and I've also heard that it's a very good country." Blaise replied, "Maybe you will find the peace you long for there."