Star Trek

rk's Christmas tree must be the most beautiful in Hebin Town. "

And the adult took out a Christmas hat like a magic trick, and pulled it on the child's head, with a calm smile in his eyes: "Aye, captain."

Vulcans have always been known for their high efficiency and high-quality finishes, and Spock is one of the best. The bright but deserted fir tree became the brightest Christmas symbol in a short time.Children are always full of energy, Jim pushed up the red and white Santa hat, and a thin layer of sweat actually evaporated on his forehead in the cold winter months.The little boy bounced around the cedar tree that was basically done and looked at it several times, but he always felt that something was missing—what else was missing? Jim rested his chin in thought.

Bulbs, ribbons, garlands, bells, reindeer, snowflakes, and the words Merry Christmas...

what.

The biggest and brightest star on the top is missing.

He was just about to turn around and ask to see if the Vulcan had forgotten about the top star, who pulled out the largest source of hidden light from the needles as if he could guess what he was thinking—maybe he really could. .

The top of the tree is so high that even Spock can't reach it without tools. Jim thinks maybe they need a ladder or a robotic arm or something, but before he can make it to the room, Spock lifts him up, and keeps lifting him higher and higher, the kid nervous at the sudden height , feeling a little overwhelmed with the adult's arm, until Spock sat him firmly on his shoulders, holding his breath.

After the jittery grip on his arm has loosened a bit, Spock asks, "I thought it was a common movement for human infants, but you don't seem used to it."

Jim is a little wilted, he has a very mild fear of heights.He lay on Spock's head, his black hair limp: "Yeah. Other dads would carry their sons like that, but I don't."

"Your brother?"

"Sam's only a little bit older than me—he can't even lift me." Realizing that Spock isn't wearing the silly Santa hat, he yanks the one off his head and pulls it over his head, squeezing it. He pinched the alien's pointy ears—he'd been wanting to do that for a long time, by the way.

The Vulcan froze, but quickly reacted, and spun around a few times in retaliation. Even the child on his back was dizzy and was about to fly. Jim happily screamed "Weird Vulcan!" while laughing. beat him.As a telepath, of course Spock could feel the constant flow of joy from the child; but as a stranger who had only known him for a few months, what Spock didn't know was that this was the first time the boy had such a happy Christmas.

They finally stopped when the kids were out of breath from laughing, and Spock handed up the brightest and biggest star bulb from before, Jim took it and they moved in towards the tree, the boy holding up his hands and holding the little one behind the star. The small rope hook was trying to hang from the treetops at the top—"Go left some Spocks!"

"how?"

"Hey, hey, it's been over—right right! Right!"

"how about this?"

"Okay, but can you go a little taller?"

"Indeed I can. But then there is a possibility of falling for you."

"It's okay. I know you'll catch me. You will?"

"……definitely."

"Come on then!"

Spock took a breath, took Jim's crooks with both hands, and gently pushed him up a little more, while the boy leaned forward and up with one hand, half-hanging almost entirely on the strength of Spock's hands support.He adjusted the position several times, and finally the rope buckle groped for the needle at the top, and fitted it tightly.

Although only one more star light was hung, the whole tree looked much brighter. Spock puts the boy down, and the two stand at the base of the tree looking up at it.

"It's beautiful," Jim murmurs. "It's my first Christmas tree." He tugs at the hem of the adult's shirt, his blue eyes sparkling with something bright and tiny. "Thank you, Spocky."

The Vulcan took off the Santa hat that was passed around, put it on the Earth boy's head, and then flicked the little pompom from the forehead to the back of the head.

"You never need to thank me, Jim."

After trying to call his mom for the third time and getting no response, Jim sighed and decided to drop the idea.Which deep space station in the Gamma galaxy should Mom be staying at today, it must not be Christmas there. Sam has changed the communication frequency several times without telling Jim, and Jim thinks that his brother may not want to disturb him.He lay on the window sill, facing the holographic photo of his father out of the window, and said to himself: "Look, there is a Christmas tree at home this year."

"Jim?"

"Come on!"

The sound of calling came from the bathroom, and the boy arranged the hologram, stepped on the warm floor with bare feet and ran towards the source of the sound.He took off his clothes and piled them on the ground like a limp hill.The floor in the bathroom was covered with non-slip mats, which made the soles of the feet hurt. The misty white air blocked the sight, but it also quickly warmed up the child's naked body.When he finally found the way to the bathtub, he realized that Spock was standing on the edge and didn't go in, looking a little—somewhat at a loss.

The child looked at the green guy and opened his eyes wide: "What's wrong?"

Spock fiddled with his words: "I have to admit…I'm not used to water baths."

"Do you all bathe with light waves?"

"Indeed. On a planet where deserts cover 89.876% of the planet, water resources are extremely precious."

The boy covered his mouth and giggled, "So you've figured out how to drain the water, but you don't know how to wash it?"

"It's not funny, Jim."

"But it's really funny..."

The boy grabbed the adult's arm in the mist and took him a step into the bathtub.While the unfamiliar touch of hot water gradually spread over his skin, Spock deeply felt the incomparably youthful vitality and pure crystal-like joy delivered by Jim.

Humans are such an amazing species.he thinks.Especially young human beings, immature, uncontrollable, emotionally so fresh and so exposed, and—so contagious.

Although Spock rejected Jim's offer to have a water fight in the bathroom, the boy wasn't discouraged.Well, there is still a little bit, but not a lot.While waiting for the ionic hair dryer to dry his hair, Jim climbed onto the vanity table, the entire mirror was covered with steam, and the boy wiped a huge SPOCK-&-JIM with his fingers on it, and a small Clean saw Spock's odd expression behind him.He turned his head and smiled at him, then opened his mouth wide in front of the mirror, hooked the corners of his mouth and cheeks with his thumb and little finger, and made all sorts of weird faces.

"...may I ask what you're doing, Jim?"

"Make faces," the boy replied, having fun by himself, "there's no one in the house, so I'm just playing with myself in the mirror." He looked at Spock through the big round "O," "You too come."

"I don't know how to...make faces."

"Then do you have any special skills?"

"stunt?"

"Um. Eyebrows or something? I've always thought your raised eyebrows were—cool——"

"I can... move one ear."

Jim knelt on the cooling vanity, close to the mirror, watching in amazement as the Vulcan's pointy ears, stained green by the bathroom heat, flapped back and forth as if on their own initiative.He stared wide-eyed for a while, and then he couldn't stop laughing.

Spock puts his hands on the table and lowers it a bit, so he's almost level with Jim: "You always have reasons to be happy that I can't fathom."

Jim tilted his head: "The children of the earth are very mysterious."

Two heads, one big and one small, got together, and in the warm room, there were riddles that outsiders could not understand.From Vulcan to Earth, there is a distance of 16.5 light years, separated by the green and red blood, the heartbeat of the waist, abdomen and chest, the hot sand all year round, and the snow falling quietly outside the window.

21. [Spirk] Lllawarra Flame Tree

"Because your blood is green so you wear green clothes and my blood is red so I have to wear red?"

The boy wrapped in a bath towel folded his hands on his chest, looking at two pajamas, one big and one small, spread out on the bed. The big one is green, with bells and Christmas trees printed on it; the small one is red, sprinkled with reindeer and Santa Claus .He picked up his own and ran his fingers over it, the fabric was very soft: "They look kind of stupid."

"I didn't originally associate the color of the clothes with the color of your and my blood," Spock said. "The pattern is just a superposition of lines and colors, and has no self-consciousness."

"But it's really stupid. Like a kid."

"Let me point out that you're a 'little kid,' Jim."

"Hey, I'm 11." "So, you don't want to change into this pajamas?"

"Not really. I'd like to wear yours—what a Christmas tree."

"But your clothes are too small for me."

Jim imagines himself with the suit on Spock's shoulder; well, it really can't.he was furious