sinovels Chapter 36
Chapter 36
Jinjiang starting
Ernest cast his unfocused eyes outside, and the soft sunlight came in from the cracks and balconies, making him feel dazzled.
What did he hear?
very beautiful……
what is that saying...
Is it his... eyes?
Ernest touched his left eye.That golden eye was like a beast, slowly enlarging in the darkness, with a bit of cuteness.
Is his ear broken, or is he dreaming?
Ernest blinked, and glanced at Al Sein stealthily.The other party seemed to be thinking about something, and didn't look directly at him, which made Ernest's body relax a lot.
He gently pressed his palm up against the rubbing cloth, touched Alseyin's wrist lightly for a moment, and then quickly retracted it as if he was afraid of disturbing something.
is hot.
It was obviously normal, even a lower body temperature than ordinary people, but Ernest felt as if he had been scalded severely, and his heart was about to jump out of his chest.
The kind of blazing heat that burns to the depths of the soul...
He raised his head, and the pair of pupils of different colors were extraordinarily bright in the dark space, refracting beautiful brilliance, just like the stained glass windows of a church, or the walls of a sunny house, filled with brilliant colors.
However, the figures filled with the variegated colors are all the figure of the same person, that dazzling golden figure.
Ernest's breathing became softer, and he was almost sure it was a dream.
Only dreams can be so beautiful.
His fingers tightened and opened unconsciously, and a little bit of damp sweat spread across his palm.His throat seemed to be dry unconsciously, with a hint of astringency.
Ernest didn't know what he was thinking, but if it was a dream...
He grabbed Al Sein's fingers.At the moment when the skins touched each other, Ernest heard the sound of a heartbeat like a drum beating in his ears, and his body completely lost the ability to move in an instant.
But he didn't let go.
Ernest held it so softly and firmly that it almost seemed like he couldn't breathe, but he wouldn't let go.
Instead, I felt that there seemed to be some seeds in the dry and dark heart that had completely passed the dormant period, and slowly began to take root and sprout.
Alsain's fingers were very white, but not the bloodless paleness, but a creamy white with a transparent texture, like jade.
His fingers had well-defined joints, and each one was slender and strong.It was neither as sensual as a child's, nor as petite as a girl's hand. It was a handsome man's hand, full of strength, but not rough.
Ernest held such a sharp hand, as if grasping the whole world.
Ernest looked around, as if trying to distract his recalcitrant heart.
And in the darkness without lights—
He suddenly discovered that there was a green ivy growing in the corner of the second floor of this bakery, and a small sprout protruded vigorously from the window on the other side of the balcony.
Amongst the mess, there is a small bench with a crooked duck clumsily drawn on it, like a young child trying to create a new world with his own hands.
As a late traveler sees a little yellow light, he wanders his eyesight in the thick darkness and sees this brightly colored world.
The hesitant heart has a home, the bird that seems to have no wings can finally settle down, and the dry soul gets the rain.
Ernest fell into a long aphasia.
"What's wrong?" Elsain said to the young man who buried his head in his shoulder, with a teasing tone: "Excuse me?"
He spoke lightly, joking with Ernest, but got an affirmative answer.
"Um……"
Alsain was slightly taken aback, then returned to his smile, turned his head away, and said as if nothing had happened: "Then let me rely on you." He indulged Ernest's behavior.
The two sat motionless on the ground.The black and red blood around them had dried up, and things were broken and scattered, but neither of them cared.
Al Sein sat on the ground.His posture was as elegant as if he was in the banquet hall of the palace and was about to play a piece of piano music on stage.
The body that Ernest was holding tightly to him didn't move a bit, but his other free hand quietly took the table knife in Ernest's hand and threw it lightly.
"Boom." It was the sound of a knife piercing into the wooden floor, dull and small.
The table knife finally nailed the prayer to the ground like a nail.
Elsain glanced at the guy who had lost most of his consciousness, but still had a trace of instinct, wanting to sneak up on the two people whose eyes were not on him.But unfortunately, Elsain didn't want to give him a chance to ruin his mood.
He looked at the half of the handle of the table knife exposed in the air, and looked away as if nothing had happened.
Restless guy.Elsain raised his head, his eyes were calm.
Sure enough, it is better to make it into a puppet directly.
The author says:
Stick it, stick it;
今天是作者的败北，又输给了加班，可恶！感谢在2022-07-1900:22:46-2022-07-2000:02:15期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦——
Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!