[K] The growth and evolution of the owner and the dog

Weitzman shook his dizzy head, splashing cold water on his face, causing a chill.Water trickled down the chin and wet the neckline.He looked at himself in the mirror with a pale face and blue eyes, and pulled the corners of his mouth.

How long is this kind of research going on day and night?And how long can you last?

He didn't tell anyone not even Crotia.This is the sin he should bear the moment he chooses to be with the boy, and he must pay the price for this sin.If he could succeed in researching the Dresden Stone as soon as possible, everything would be different today.

He chose to bear the punishment that should have been borne by the young man. If he died from exhaustion, so that the young man could live on in this world, then he would be willing.

Xiao Hei stood beside Weitzman, very close.He could understand what Weitzman wanted to do, but they hurt each other like this.Is it really the right choice?He couldn't stay away from the boy, so he knew.Since he appeared here, it meant that the boy must be not far away.A world silently guarding in the dark but unable to bear to insert into another world because of sin, one wants to bear the punishment that he was originally born with for the other.It's just that the boy has already disrupted Weitzman's world, and he can never return to the original point.

Weitzman put on his white coat, turned and walked out of the room.Xiao Hei wanted to follow quickly, but was blocked in place by a barrier.He watched the boy gradually appear beside the closet, looked around with fond eyes, and then lay down on the bed, holding the quilt that Weitzman covered his body in his arms.

The heat remaining on the quilt is the nostalgia he longs for.He buried his head in it and took a deep breath. It was a smell very similar to Weitzman's.

Slightly creamy and vanilla flavor.

"Aaron. Drink it up!" Weitzman was holding a glass of white steaming liquid, and stood by the side of the boat, staring menacingly at the person on the bed.But the person on the bed covered his head with the quilt and refused to answer.

"Alang! Don't mess around!" He poked the bulge on the bed again and again. "Drink it down and you'll be as tall as me."

The person on the bed exposed a small gap in the quilt and asked cautiously. "Really?"

"Well, really!" Weizman handed the thing in his hand to the young man, sat on the edge of the bed, combed his curled hair with his hands, and his eyes were drowning. "Doesn't Aaron want to be as tall as me?"

"……think."

"Then, a glass of milk a day." Seeing the boy wrinkle his face and drink up the liquid in the glass, he smiled, stretched out his hand to pinch the boy's nose, and said dotingly. "It must be able to grow taller."

However, he couldn't grow taller after all.The corner of the boy's mouth was bitter.

Because the power was out of control, he could remember some previous fragments.His size is directly proportional to his strength.He is like a container, there will be no changes.No matter how much milk he drank, it was just the smell on his body.

Now, that smell no longer exists, and what lingers on the tip of his nose is the bloody smell left on his body, which can't go away.He couldn't even tell what Weitzman had to protect, or even like someone.Whether it was him before or who he is now.

After a while, he got up.Go out along the path that Weizman went out, until you reach the basement door.He hid himself again when he heard the voice of someone speaking.The basement has been locked here since the Dresden experiment was on track.The boy had no choice but to follow the person who opened the door and rub in.

Every day, sitting on the sidelines and watching Weizman do research.Looking at his serious and serious expression, and the quarrel with Crotia when they disagreed, he blushed but insisted on his own opinion.With Guochang Lu Dajue, who was dug out of the list by him, when they quarreled and quarreled, they were immature.A person did the experiment until late at night, but accidentally fell asleep, drooling, and a very childish sleeping face.

This was a Weitzman he had never seen.But he was more vivid than the gentle and considerate him he remembered.Like a firefly in the night sky, it attracted his gaze tightly, greedily longing for it.He even felt that it would be good if it continued like this.

Just looking at Weitzman's increasingly pale face, he felt indescribably distressed.When he was thirsty, quietly put the teacup by his hand in an unknown corner.Even, use your own strength to relax and massage him while he is asleep, then pick up the clothes on the side, and carefully cover him.

No matter how rough Weitzman is, he can sense that something is wrong.Everything is too natural, when he is thirsty, there is a cup of hot tea at hand.When he stayed up all night sorting out materials and accidentally fell asleep, when he opened his eyes and got up, the clothes covering his body would slip to the ground.Even, after he accidentally broke the glass and scratched the wound with his fingertip in the experiment, he didn't pay attention, but later found that the wound healed inexplicably.

He thought it was the existence of the boy, but after calling countless times, there was no response.But if it was an illusion, how could it be such a coincidence?

"Sister, you go up first." Holding the notebook recording the experimental data, he said to Claudia and Guochang Lu Dajue. "I want to finish this experiment."

Crotia looked worried, but said nothing.I can only exhort. "Then be careful."

Weitzman laughed out loud, and didn't seem to care much. "This is a closed space, how can there be anything to be careful about? Don't worry."

After the two of them and other staff left, Weitzman looked around and tried again. "Aaron, I know you're here."

"Come out."

"Have the wounds that were injured before been properly treated?"

"Come out and let me see if you have grown taller."

"Aaron..."

"Sorry……"

The boy nestled in a corner, listening to him quietly, and then looked at him with disappointment.Then he picked up the experimental research materials in his hand.Different from the usual sorting of information, the boy stared at his actions with wide eyes in surprise.Weitzman wants to introduce the power of the stone into the rat.

Is he crazy? !In the case of a large number of people during the day, the white mouse lost control and was stopped by someone, but at this moment it was only him and Weitzman.What if the white mouse gets out of control and hurts itself?He looked worried, and then smiled lightly.

It seems that Weitzman.It is confirmed that he is here, and now it is no longer a temptation, but to force him out.The wound that had not been treated since he escaped was aching.The young man took a deep breath, hey, Weitzman, what exactly do you want from me?

Sure enough, the red mouse rushed out of the experimental platform just like the countless failed experiments before, and rushed straight to Weitzman who was standing aside.This time, no one stepped forward to organize, but Weitzman stared straight at the red mouse without blinking his eyes.

The young man had no choice but to use his transparent and colorless ability to prop up a partition in front of him, and then peel off the power of the red mouse.Because of the force, the whole person escaped from the invisible state and was exposed in front of Weitzman's eyes.

He lowered his eyes and said mockingly. "Why do you have to force me?"

When Weitzman heard this, he became a little manic for a moment. He strode forward and grabbed the boy's wrist, holding him tightly in his arms.His brows were tightly furrowed, like a lump in his throat. "Alang, you are blaming me. Blame me for leaving you alone in an unfamiliar environment, blame me for not saving you in time, blame me... for not being able to protect you..."

"I admit that I was using you at the beginning, but... Aaron, if feelings can be controlled, then why do I have such feelings with you that I shouldn't have."

He hugged the young man's slender body lightly, smelling the bloody smell emanating from his body.Close your eyes, some pain. "Alang, I don't expect you to forgive me, but do we really want to do this?"

The boy stretched out his hand and stroked Weitzman's head on his shoulder, his voice was cold. "People? Ah, you so-called people are really small and fragile."

Weizman grabbed his shoulders fiercely, forcing him to look directly into his eyes, the sockets of which were flushed.The young man whose wound was strangled with great force let out a short cry, his feet went limp, he threw himself into Weitzman's arms, and then slid down.Weizman immediately took off the clothes on him. The injuries he saw before were somewhat unclear after being stained with blood.But now, it was exposed nakedly.

The wound turned white and turned outward, and some bones could even be seen vaguely.Capillaries burst and produce subcutaneous congestion and blackening.The whole person was miserable.

The boy turned his head to one side in embarrassment, his voice was dull. "Look, I won't die like this, it shows how insignificant you humans are—"

"Shut up!!!" he roared, trembling as if he was the one who was hurt, and asked. "Is it painful..."

He hugged the boy, tears rolled down the corners of his eyes, wet the boy's hair, and his voice choked. "Why, don't cherish yourself. Aaron, are you taking revenge on me?"

"Hey, Alan, when the research on the slate is over, we will find a place to live quietly."

"No one will disturb us, no one will take you away from me."

"And you don't have to worry about losing control of your power or even losing consciousness, which will hurt humans."

"Because only I can get close to you. But I am not afraid of your power."

He leaned close to the boy's ear and spoke softly. "I was jealous of what you did to those people before."

"what?"

"I said, I'm not afraid of your power. I don't care if you're human or anything."

Weitzman smiled, but tears couldn't help but fall. "You're just, Aaron."

The boy remained silent, Weitzman tilted his head. "Does it hurt?"

"No..." The young man raised his head, his big wet eyes stared straight at him even though they were empty. "For me, it's just a minor injury."

Weizman poked the boy's wound cruelly. "Does it hurt?"

The boy's shoulders trembled, but he still spoke stubbornly. "No."

Weitzman hugged him, kissed the top of his head lightly, and said softly. "Alang, I want to see you act like a baby to me. Show your emotions that really belong to you."

"Even if I'm an untrustworthy dishonest person, a bastard who hurt you."

"But, Aaron, are you willing to give me another chance?"

"Let me bastard, again..." have your chance.

After a while, he heard the young man's faint choking voice like a mosquito. "pain--"

At that moment, his nose was so sour that he was on the verge of collapse, but he pretended to be calm. "Then, Xiaobai, help you find a doctor, okay?"

"No—" The boy's hands tightly clutched Weitzman's cuff, and his eyes begged. "No."

"Okay...then Xiaobai will give you medicine, can you?"

The young man is like a kitten that has lost its direction, curled up pitifully, with horrific wounds on his body and messy hair.Let Weitzman's heart tighten.

His teenager, crying out for pain in his arms.But he could only yell in a low voice, it was a wound that hurt to the bone.How much he wanted to help him bear this pain, but he couldn't do anything.

He was in pain too, and the pain was about to stop.

The author has something to say:

_(:з」∠)_The biggest gap between the boy and Weitzman before was that the boy had blood on his hands and the system didn’t look like a human being, so the boy thought he was a monster.I dare not see Weitzman, for fear that Weitzman will dislike him.

Other than that everything is going smoothly...

Before, it was because of the leakage of the power of the Dresden stone slab that his personality changed drastically, so it can't be regarded as collapse 23333

_(:з」∠)_I can only say that I tried my best.