I warmed his cold blood

Ever since getting Lucas' promise, Herron is like a newborn.He is full of expectations for life, and will remain optimistic about unsatisfactory things.It was as if he had returned to his youth, full of energy, and nothing in the world could make him tired and lazy, because he had Lucas to rely on.

As Election Day approached, he got more refined.He needs to enter the Senate, revive Polio's reputation, and use this to start his official career.

Starting from the most basic rhetoric, he crafted rhetoric to make the language more attractive.He spent a lot of money and hired highly qualified servants to explain and practice debates for him.He also read a lot of volumes, political philosophy and historical battle records, all of which he read, and carefully marked and took notes, and the debate materials were at his fingertips.

He spent more and more time in the study, provided Lucas was with him.

Holding the candlestick and protecting the candle seed with one hand, Helen walked downstairs quietly, and pushed open the door.

Lucas was wearing a brown-red leather armor, biting the hilt of a dagger in his mouth, and was patiently tying his shoelaces tightly.

The bedroom was very dark, and the golden hair was like dull gold leaf that had been left for a long time.Only the edge of his sword was gray iron, sharp and dangerous.Many young and strong lives had died under this sword, and now he was holding it in his mouth, which gave him a deadly cold temperament.

"Lucas." Helen leaned against the door frame and whispered his name.

Lucas froze, looking up at him.The light hit the blade, and then reflected to his eyebrows.His facial features are hidden in the darkness, only the blue eyes with golden eyelashes are illuminated by this white light.

The vigilance formed after a long period of fighting, as well as his sharp needle-like aura, showed their sharpness at this moment, attacking like a furious tsunami, its power seemed to be able to wipe out everything.

Helen even felt heart palpitations, he could feel the bloodlust in his bones.Even myself, as the master, will succumb to his sharpness and toughness sooner or later.

Lucas took down the dagger, smiled and said, "You're here."

His sharpness is all restrained, appearing very gentle.

Herron came in and placed the candlestick on the bedside table so he could see Lucas' face clearly.

"Do you want to practice sword?" He glanced at his equipment.

"Well." Lucas pointed out the window, "The snow has almost melted, and even the sun is showing its face. It can be said that there is no better time to practice swords than today!"

His blue eyes quivered with excitement and his eyebrows were raised high, like a toddler whose parents let him play outside.He was extremely happy, full of enthusiasm, and his most masculine and masculine breath rushed over, touching Helen.

Herron leaned closer to him, and couldn't help reaching out, touching his chest muscles and shoulders.

"I dare to swear, the gods in the murals are not as fit as you." Helen said while touching, "Even if you are poured into a lime statue, your ornamental value can be sold at a good price."

Lucas turned his face away, a little embarrassed, and said with ease: "That's not as valuable as a living gladiator. You know, I can send you countless coins until the day I die..."

"Shut up!" Herron pinched him, "I bought you to let you live well, not to let you die!"

He snatched the short sword and threw it on the ground with a bang, "Stop practicing sword practice! Come with me to the study and study with me!"

Lucas smiled, "Do you still want to study? You must know that you have been studying for a long time. I dare say that even the pigeons are tired of listening to your speeches, and even Popena can recite a few sentences of your political arguments." .”

He said somewhat earnestly: "I'm afraid you need to rest, my lord. Relax your eyes at the beautiful colors, or enjoy the food in the lively market, instead of sitting in the study all day."

His sea-blue eyes were shining, and the candles were reflected in his eyes, like colorful coral reefs entrenched on the bottom of the sea.

Helen had been moved by these blue eyes countless times, and it was the same this time.

He thought carefully for a while, stared into those eyes and said, "I want to go somewhere. Bring tableware, flint, wine...Of course, I have to bring you."

"Where do you want to go?"

"Beach," said Herron, "would you like to go?"

Lucas grabbed the glove, raised his chin, and the black glove was bitten off.His protruding Adam's apple stood out, large and pointed, casting a shadow.The sexiness of men seems to be concentrated on this Adam's Apple.Heron felt that he interpreted masculine beauty to the extreme.

"Of course I would," he said, "but I don't think leather armor and gloves should be equipment for the sea."

He bit off the other glove and gave Harron a gentle smile.

……

The two changed their outfits and drove the carriage to the beach.

Before the remaining cold of winter, the beach looks quiet and cold.The sea is relatively quiet, like a pool of solidified blue crystals; the sky is very blue, so blue that it is also clean, reflecting the entire ocean like a mirror.There is only a ray of red clouds in the setting sun, sandwiched between the sky and the sea, like two layers of cold blue welded with gold.Occasionally, flocks of birds pass by, the sea breeze has a salty smell, and the sound of waves is lingering in my ears.

Heron stood by the sea, his boots were wet by the water.His eyes are blue, and the golden-red sunset is embedded in the center of his eyelashes.

Lucas hitched the wagon and came up to him.

Helen pointed at it casually, and said with a smile, "We are like two worms frozen in a crystal."

He turned his face sideways again, hooked the corner of his mouth slightly, patted Lucas on the shoulder, and said excitedly: "But...I want to tell you, your eyes are much bluer than the sky and sea! These are not as good as yours!"

He almost yelled these words, and the sound of the waves couldn't cover it.

After shouting, he seemed to have a flash of inspiration, and he had a faint understanding.His long-term dullness and numbness to the outside world were all weakened by this roar.His state of mind, which had always been barren, was only growing some plants at this moment; his perception, which had always been stagnant, flowed slowly like spring water breaking through ice.The things that had been silent in his soul revived, so much so that he was stunned when he finished roaring presumptuously.

He came up with a thought that was suddenly realized:

——At this moment, I am truly reborn.

Heron became happy, even agitated. He felt that the blood in his whole body was purified by this thought, and he trembled endlessly.In the cold winter, he actually broke out in a thin sweat, the hair on his back stood upside down, and his shoulders and legs trembled slightly.

He ran into the sea excitedly, picked up a handful and tasted the bitter salt.The waves rolled up to his knees, soaking his brick red cloak.

He took off his cloak and ran in the sea like a child, splashing white water.He shouted joyfully, the presumptuousness and freedom in human nature were fully displayed.He let go of his identities such as patriarch and nobleman, and there was nothing that could restrain him.This unearthly joy brightened the whole world; all the senate, all Polio, went away from him.

The sublimation of his freedom touched Lucas and made him want to go to the beach and play with him without any scruples.

"Master!" Lucas yelled his name.

Hearing the sound, Heron turned around and looked over with a smile on his face.

The sea breeze whizzed past, blowing his long hair in front of his face.He raised his hand and pressed it, revealing his smooth forehead.

The two looked at each other for a while.Herron rushed to Lucas, whose clothes were half soaked.

"Lucas!" He jumped on top of him, with his legs around his waist and his arms wrapped tightly around his neck.Lucas wrapped his arms around his waist and pressed his face against his chest to prevent him from slipping down.

He could hear Herron's heart beating, beating his eardrum like a drum.Same as your own.

The two were like carefree childhood playmates. Herron held his head and pulled his blond hair carelessly.

Lucas wobbled a few times and fell backwards to the ground.Herron was on top of him, childishly pinching his nose, pinching his cheeks.They seem to be back in their childhood, doing seemingly boring little actions, but enjoying such honesty.

"Lucas! You bastard! Oh..." Herron exclaimed, "I haven't been this happy in ages! You bastard! Oh...thank you, Lucas...thank you so much..."

He speaks incoherently, and his words don't match his words.He was too excited to speak in full sentences.

"My God! My master!" Lukas said with a smile, breaking his hand away, "If you don't want your slave to be bald, you'd better let go now."

Only then did Helen let go, stood up, and kicked him lightly, as if playing around.

"Lucas..." he said, "don't leave me."

"I won't." Lucas sat up with his arms propped up, "I want to live longer than you."

Helen froze for a moment, then smiled and said, "This is my Lucas!"

He ran to the beach again and jumped onto the sparse rocks.The white undershirt was soaked through, revealing the color of flesh.He turned his back to the loud tide, stood on the tallest and largest rock, and stared at the shore.

Lucas was wearing a black cloak, with golden quicksand on his feet, a jasper-like blue sky hanging above his head, and in the distance were snow-covered snow-capped mountains and clusters of woods.In this colorful world, he was like a brush of thick black ink, blurring in front of Helen's eyes.

Helen stared at him, a little absent-minded, slipped and fell into the sea in embarrassment.The cold water overwhelmed him, and he was all Lucas, the dark cloak, the blue eyes, the golden fleece, and his death.

When he fell, his thoughts quickly rewinded, the undercurrent in his heart gushed out, his heart beat wildly, and his breathing became more and more rapid.He fell into the sea smiling, and the current couldn't shatter Lucas' image.It took only a moment to fall from the reef to the sea, and he seemed to have experienced hundreds of years.

"Lucas!" He called his name, but not for help.He just yelled at the image in front of him.

Lucas was so frightened that he immediately took off his cloak and ran into the sea to save him.Heron couldn't swim, so he choked on a few mouthfuls of water, and was picked up by Lucas when he almost suffocated, and slowly swam to the shore.

Herron was dragged ashore, wiped his face, and held his arms.

Lucas turned around and said with a smile: "I understand the fear of drowning people, but you'd better let me go first. I believe the flame is warmer than me."

Helen withdrew her hand, shivering from the cold, "That reef must be made of ice! You saved my life again, Lucas...my body is about to freeze..."

He sat on the sand, hugged his knees, and said tremblingly.

Lucas handed him the black cloak and wrapped it tightly.He went to the woods to get some wood, built a fire, and brought some wine from the wagon.

Heron drank the wine, felt warmer and quieter, and slowly threw logs towards the campfire.Brick-red cloaks hung to dry by the fire.

At this time, the sky was getting dark, and a few faint stars hung in the distance. The moon was like a white feather, as if it was about to fall into the sea.No one disturbed them, only the sound of the tide and the burning wood.

Herron peeked at Lucas through the flames.

Lucas warmed to the fire calmly, his lips a little purple.There are still drops of water on his face, and the golden sideburns stick to his cheeks, like melted liquid gold, very shiny.The drenched white shirt tightly bound the flesh, outlining beautiful lines.He breathed out the mist, rubbed his hands, and his back trembled slightly.

"Lucas, are you cold?" Herron asked.

"I'm not cold." Lucas chuckled.

Herron sat beside him, untied the cloak and put it on him.The two are close to each other, facing the sea, leaving the troubles of the world behind, and sharing the warmth of the same cloak intimately.

Lucas wiped his face and pushed one side of Herron's long hair behind his ear so he could see his profile.Helen's cheeks were flushed from the cold, her nose shrank, and her long locks of hair were dripping with water, making her look very weak.

Lucas seemed to be bewitched.He wanted to be intimate with Herron very much, and also wanted to protect him.So he stretched out his arms involuntarily, and put his arms around Herren.

Helen didn't resist, he accepted it naturally.

"It is said that chanting the holy name of the gods at this time can dispel the cold and bring warmth like sunshine." Lucas said.

"Oh my God! I don't want to be an old pedant!" Helen hugged her knees tightly, "I want to say something else, or... listen to you say something else."

"What do you want to hear?" Lucas looked over. "Skills in fighting? Difficulties in reading and writing? Tips for changing your voice?"

"Neither." Herron glanced at him, "It's you, Lucas."

"I?!"

"Yes, tell me about yourself. I'd love to hear it," Herron said. "I want to hear about your past, your parents, your family, your experiences...all about you. Now, I want to Know everything about you."