【Mi Ying】that side

Chapter 14 14.

"Ding - dong - ding dong -"

The metal hit hard, and the dull and dull sound echoed around him, and the cheers of the people rushed towards him.

That person—that blond young man in a suit was standing among the crowd, he seemed to be smiling: "Wow, this is really a precious gift, thank you, Ying—" His words were instantly overwhelmed by the sound of waves. Submerged, he could soon hear nothing and see nothing.

"you……"

The young man was so familiar—yet he could barely see his face through the blurred eyes.

His throat was sore as if it had been burned, and he made a sound almost hoarse.

"Are you awake? Are you okay?" Alfred's sleepy voice came from behind.

Arthur was half awake in an instant, blinked his eyes, and finally realized that he was surrounded by Americans: their bodies were pressed together, and the other hugged him with one arm, and he rested the other arm under his neck .Arthur moved his body again, his lower body was undeniably sore, and even his calves were obviously weak.

He was fully awake now.

He'd had a rather ardent, affectionate, lengthy sex the night before.

Perhaps the mood swings are too great, or the Americans should be blamed for being too physically strong.After the affair, he almost half-closed his eyes to allow Alfred to help him clean up afterward.

He was obviously not the one who exerted the most force during sex, but he was extremely tired and soon fell into a coma.There is no tenderness after the event at all, and there is no calmness of the elderly at all.Thinking of this, the British felt a little ashamed.

He struggled to turn over, but when he saw the sleepy smiling face of the American, his heart felt itchy, and he couldn't help but pursed his lips and smiled: "I'm fine... Anyway, thank you." A kiss fell on the cheek.

Alfred was taken aback for a moment, then raised his upper arm in dissatisfaction: "Should we kiss?"

"I haven't brushed my teeth yet," Arthur muttered and sat up, "Also, you still have class today."

"Ah, bad!" The American almost jumped out of bed.Looking at the few scratches on the thick back of the American youth, Arthur felt both shy and strangely proud.

He was about to get out of bed and get dressed, but the crumpled pile of clothes on the floor had clearly lost their function.After Alfred finished dressing, he looked up and saw the change in the Englishman's face, so he grinned and found clean clothes from the closet and threw them over.

After a few seconds of mental struggle, Arthur reluctantly put on his lover's clothes.Alfred's clothes were too loose on him, and he had to fold up the sleeves and tighten the waistband of his sweatpants to keep the clothes from slipping.

"You look like a high school student."

"Shut up... idiot."

"hey-hey."

Arthur was holding the black coffee his lover made for him in a hurry, thinking that the taste was not bad, especially when he had no appetite for the time being.If it wasn't for the weakness in his lower body, he would have enjoyed the refreshing effect of caffeine even more on this morning.

Alfred quickly ate his breakfast, showing him a cute and handsome smiling face from time to time.

Arthur didn't bother to respond one by one, he pointed to the time on the other party's smartphone.The Americans then quickly dug out some food from the refrigerator and stuffed it into their schoolbags, went straight to the door, and turned back quickly.He took a small object from his jacket pocket and put it in Arthur's hand: "I've been meaning to give this to you for a long time."

Arthur spread out his palm, it was a key that was almost exactly the same as his own apartment.

He looked up at the owner of the key, and the American looked back at him tenderly: "I'm going to class."

After watching the young college students leave, Arthur played with the keys and returned to the dining table.The TV that was turned on for the weather forecast was playing a bland cleaning product ad.

Arthur picked up the remote control to turn the channel, and after a round of switching, he found that not only the signal in this small town was poor, but there were few optional channels.He simply chose a station at random, let the TV continue to make some background noise, and rubbed his lower back, preparing to throw last night's clothes into the washing machine for disposal.

By the time he finished his housework and returned to the living room, a war documentary from an unknown period was already playing on the TV.

Another show of this type.Arthur sighed helplessly, turned around and found a sandwich from the refrigerator, warmed it up briefly, and sat down in front of the sofa.

It was roughly a documentary introducing the American War of Independence, with a slow and heavy song in the background—it should be an orchestral version of "The Star-Spangled Banner", or "The Star-Spangled Banner Never Falls", in short, it was roughly that song-coordinated with the people on the screen. The expressions and slogans rendered the effect quite heroic.

Arthur, however, was puzzled.He is not a history buff, but the people in the old costumes on the screen, as well as the dark blue military uniform and white ribbon, always have a sense of déjà vu—like the smell of rain and mud.

He suddenly remembered the hallucination he had had during a migraine attack in the garage that day.The boy was also wearing a similar costume, he was holding a flintlock gun, and a flag of stars... However, he couldn't see the boy's face clearly in the heavy rain.

This feeling of uncertainty made Arthur feel bored.He immediately turned off the TV, lay down on his side, and buried himself in the sofa. He only felt that his head was groggy.

The blond-haired and blue-eyed child who once appeared in the dream, the boy holding the gun, and the young man in the dream in the early morning...

"Ding—————————————————————————" The blunt metal impact sounded again.

Arthur opened his eyes suddenly, he quickly raised his upper body, and looked around vigilantly.The ringing continued.The Englishman quickly identified the source of the sound as the door of the apartment.

He took a few deep breaths, and the feeling of blockage in his chest had subsided. He finally breathed a sigh of relief, put on his slippers and walked slowly towards the door.

When he opened the door, Gilbert greeted him with his usual smug smile: "Good morning, Arthur. You really live here." The former East German still had no scruples in his words, and he looked Arthur straight.

"Cough...what's the matter with you?" Realizing that he was wearing Alfred's clothes, Arthur could only roll his eyes with little confidence.

"Alfred's wallet was left in Edward's store. It was intended to be sent to that kid's school, but he told me that you were at home, and he said he would just leave it to you." He said and put the American's wallet in Arthur's hand Going up, there was another burst of sight scanning towards the British.

"What kind of eyes do you have?" Even though he was familiar with Gilbert, Arthur still couldn't get used to the other's undisguised observation eyes.This is very different from the mood when facing Alfred's straightforwardness.

"It's nothing, just remembering the first time I saw you, I still think you have thorns all over your body, like a cactus."

"..." What a bad metaphor this is, Arthur pouted in disdain.

"It's great now."

"What do you think now..."

"It looks nourished by love!" Gilbert laughed loudly, and he reached out and patted Arthur's shoulder vigorously, "That kid really likes you."

Arthur has long been used to being ridiculed by these acquaintances about his relationship with the Americans, but saying things like "Alfred likes you very much" through other people's mouths still makes him feel happy and shy.He lowered his head, trying to hide his flushed cheeks.

Gilbert looked across Arthur, the smile on his face almost completely disappeared, and his voice became low.

"...The Battle of Waterloo."

The voice sounded like wind blowing past his ears, and Arthur's nostrils were instantly filled with the smell of rust.He shivered unconsciously: "What battle..."

"Ah," Gilbert came back to his senses, he raised his finger behind Arthur, "that war documentary is talking about the Battle of Waterloo." Arthur turned his head to identify the picture on the screen, and it was indeed showing the French Napoleon The content of the war is now analyzing the strategic role of the Prussian army in it.

The British couldn't help frowning.He remembered turning off the TV before he fell asleep, and that the channel was showing the American Revolutionary War... The sequence of these documentaries was too elusive.

Gilbert raised his hand suddenly, stroked Arthur's hair lightly, then quickly withdrew his hand: "Then, I should go."

"...Okay." Arthur was taken aback by that move, but he didn't ask any further questions, and only watched the silver-haired youth leave suspiciously.As for the sadness that flashed in the other party's eyes, maybe it was just an illusion.

Alfred's wallet was sent back with a printed photograph of the rose.

Arthur chose a picture with flowers and dewdrops in the photo album, cut it out carefully, put it in a frame, and put it on the desk when he returned to the police station the next day.Another close-up of the petals was cut into the shape of a bookmark and inserted into the book he reads most often.

The rose red color is not obtrusive in the pale yellow pages, but the sinuous curves of the buds make the paper look more gentle.The verse on the page is beautiful for the occasion:

"This bud of love / Blown by the summer breeze

When we meet next time / will become a beautiful flower"

The summer of falling in love with Alfred ended like this.