little angel chasing his wife

About three and 10 minutes after the celebration started, the audience lost control.

Those worrisome members started a large-scale drinking competition at some point, and Han Ji, who seemed to be male but showed mysterious curves from a strange angle after disheveled hair, began to appear in the venue Banging utensils here and there, hanging over others with jumbo glasses.

I'm the only one drinking wine, they've all brought out vats of beer, Sasha has been intoxicated in the sea of ​​food, and Alan has been buried by his contemporaries.

Surprisingly, I was the only one who was sitting quietly in the corner, but after a few minutes, all the staff members looked at me for some reason, with strange eyes.

"How can you forget the Minister when you are fighting for wine?"

"Yes! Yes! The minister looks like he can drink!"

The three members pushed me past without my refusal, so I had no choice but to put down the cup in my hand and go with them.

It's fine if it's beer.

With this mentality, I started to drink with a male member of the ministry, and then drank three male members all the way.

Are all men so useless now?

Me: "You guys are so weak..."

After being stimulated by my words, people came to drink with me one after another.

Although I'm not drunk yet, my head is already a little dizzy and I'll be exhausted if I drink too much. When I was about to refuse, that guy Alan appeared at some point and took my glass away.

"Don't drink anymore." His expression was a bit scary, and he used the same expression to stare at those subordinates who wanted to drink with me.

Seeing him, I felt a little depressed, and the smell of alcohol in my stomach seemed to make my mind a little confused.

"Why not?" I looked up and glared at him, "Then let's fight for wine!"

"Huh?" He had an unbelievable expression on his face, and he slapped my forehead, "Are you drunk? Looks pretty normal, I didn't expect to be so drunk?"

"What are you kidding!" Joke?I will be drunk?I slammed the table in front of me, "You are afraid of losing, right? You don't have to fight with me if you say I'm already drunk—"

"Hey... calm down..."

"Calm down!" I slapped the table fiercely, "I, want, fight, drink!"

Immediately, a knowledgeable subordinate handed me beer, and I downed a large glass in front of Allen, and then one glass after another. After drinking five glasses, I realized that the taste of the first glass seemed to be different...

The field of vision is a little shaken...

No way?am i really drunk? !I hurriedly supported the table next to me, and the glass rolled down on the table, and I realized that it was the glass I used to drink wine before. I remember who said that mixing two kinds of wine will make you drunk quickly...

The last words that crossed my mind before I lost consciousness were

—How do you cook the stew?

I had a wonderful dream, the dream was full of ingredients, and there was a kitchen with a lot of utensils, where I cooked to my heart's content, made all the dishes I knew, and tried a few dishes I wanted to make , the taste is just as I imagined.

However, after I finished all these dishes, I sat at the table and kept looking in the direction of the door quietly, as if I was watching something.

After a long time, the room first became darker and then brighter. After a while, the dishes on the table would disappear, but the ingredients would always be there.

Cooking, waiting, the sky is getting late or getting bright... I keep repeating, the door is still not opened, I keep repeating and repeating...

There is no sadness, no excitement or expectation, because it is a dream, so there is no feeling.

When waiting became a habit, a glimmer of light suddenly came in front of him, which came through the crack of the opened door.

The person on the other side of the door came over with his back to the light, like a huge black shadow, but he leaned down to hug me, but his embrace was so warm.

Warm as the sun, I stretched my hand through his hair, the light black hair was soft and fluffy, and even smelled a trace of moisture.

Such a warm person...

I couldn't help closing my eyes, feeling that the sky was getting dark again, but his embrace was unusually warm, dispelling all the hidden things in the darkness, he was like a luminous body, illuminating the whole room.

It must be you...I have been waiting for so long...but only in my dream did I find you...

Everything can't go back to the past, but I hope you... hope you can always be like this...

So warm, so cheerful, so upright, so frank, so brave...

Ellen, don't get cold, keep warm...

This warm dream lasted for a long time, perhaps only for a moment.

When I opened my eyes, I could still feel the warmth it brought me, as if my whole body was wrapped——

——That’s because I’m really being hugged!

When I woke up, I was facing the window, the sky outside was bright, the sun was sticking to my fingertips, a pair of arms came from behind, tied me tightly, and the quilt covered me tightly, I just watched To the hand sticking out of the quilt and the sunlight leaking in because of it.

Although the sound of breathing behind me was gentle, the sense of presence was extremely strong. The body that was obviously taller than me wrapped me up, my thighs were pressed down, my upper arms were tied up, and my whole body was under control.

who is this……

The hangover made my head tingle. I tried my best to break free with my soft body. After I got up, I lifted the quilt and saw Alan who was sleeping soundly. There was something missing in his arms that made him move uncomfortably. After moving, I stuffed the pillow into his arms, and he immediately calmed down.

Hurry up before he wakes up...

Fortunately, there is something wrong with my head and there are no other problems with my body. Except for pants, coat and shoes, everything else is well dressed. I put on my pants and shoes as fast as I have ever done, and opened the door with my coat.

The outside is a corridor that should be unfamiliar, rather it is a corridor with a familiar style but a strange location.

If I remember correctly, this is the headquarters of the Survey Corps...

After closing the door, I intend to leave here immediately.

"How did you sleep last night?" The voice startled me, and I turned around to see Armin who was smiling innocently.

I always feel that seeing this guy will do nothing good...

"This is Alan's reserved room at the Survey Corps headquarters," Almin shrugged, with a relaxed expression on his face, "He lived here before he married you, and he bought the house when he was about to get married, but He rarely spends the night here now."

It turned out that the house was only bought when I got married. No wonder when I moved in, I felt that he was not very familiar with the house, and his things in the house were as few as mine.

"Please come with me, I'll take you to wash up." After Almin finished speaking, he walked over me and led the way. I followed him and quickly walked out of this somewhat serious building.

The pool is in a small open-air courtyard. I put my coat aside and washed my face. I feel much more refreshed, but my head still hurts.

Armin left for a while, and brought me a towel when he came back, "Don't worry, no one has ever used it."

Hearing what he said, I took the towel and dried my face, then put on my coat.

"Sorry." He said suddenly.

I didn't know what he wanted to express, but I just stood there and listened quietly to what he said next.

"What happened at the beginning has already happened. Even Alan can't easily get forgiveness. Even if he can't explain it clearly now, but..." Armin rarely showed a hesitant look. His eyes were very sincere, and he didn't seem to be lying. "If we say that the fundamental source of error lies with us, Alan is very straightforward, so he is always easily confused and deceived by people like us, but that is only because we have taken advantage of his trust in us, because He can't blame us for this deep relationship with us, but I also deeply felt the change in Allen's attitude."

us?Armin didn't say it clearly, I was a little confused by his words, and I was also a little confused about who else was "we" besides him.

"So I can only apologize to you, because my judgment caused you and Alan to fall into pain one after another, but believe me, Alan will never suffer less than you. When it comes to feelings, he can't express it directly but suppresses himself, his pain will not be less than yours..."

"So?" I interrupted him, finally getting the meaning after listening for so long, "So you mean I should forgive him?"

Just because you think he suffered as much as I did, should I forgive him?

"Armin, I accept your apology, because who you are and how you feel has nothing to do with me. All I care about is the harm caused to me by the person I cared about at that time." I said.

And this hurt cannot be erased, forgiveness is not so simple, even if this feeling is still there, I can't go back to the past.

Yes, the one who can't go back has always been me.

"I said this to Alan, and I'll repeat it to you now," I passed by his side, and the door in front of us was the door through which we entered, "I can't go back with him."

Love is not something that can be snatched back with sharp teeth. It is too complicated, too great and too humble.

So great that I was willing to wait for him day after day in that house, thinking that he could accept me and change me.

So humble that I could accept all his rejections and pities with a smile, from hopeful to utter despair.

I walked towards the door, and the door opened by itself, and Alan behind him looked down at me.

I walked around him down the corridor.

"Eve," he called my name from behind, his voice low, "you can't escape."

Such a voice is so unfamiliar, but there is an inexplicable sense of familiarity, like a hunter aiming at his prey, with a touch of cruelty.

"I won't give up on you, even if you don't stay for me, I will catch up."

Is this his true character?

I actually got a little excited.

Let's all show our fangs to each other, Ellen, and show each other our true selves.

And seeing me like that, what expression would you have?