Star Trek

Eyes wide open, the address was light, and the corners of the mouth were curled up, "Is this...an invitation?"

"The answer to the question needs to be found by yourself." Spock waited for him to get closer and closer, motionless, until the temperature of the other's lips touched.He saw Kirk's lashes covering his sapphire eyes, and whispered back, "…cadet."

That's all they need.

The rain outside has been pattering until very late, and the house is another beautiful spring.No one has time to be distracted by other worlds, and no one knows that this is the last rain of the spring.

38. 【Spirk】Please say good night before hibernation

It started to rain in November.

She was reading a book when the door knocked.The house was very quiet, except for occasional crackling of the wood in the fireplace, splashing out sparks.It was raining outside, not too much, and the knocking on the window eaves was gentle and rhythmic. The damp diffused into the carpet from the crack of the door. An orange floor lamp accompanied her, and the quill was rustling on the parchment-like pages.

The host is not here at the moment, Sarek is watching the rain in the courtyard with his hands behind his back.He always liked this on rainy days, staring thoughtfully at the dense raindrops falling and disappearing into the soil and bushes, as if the sound of rain could help meditation more than incense.She thought about decorating the corridors of the house to be more oriental and more ancient, such as small bridges and flowing water, pavilions and pavilions, but then she realized that it was a bit too summer, and winter is always longer here.

She began to read it aloud.She likes to read fairy tales recently, the elves are singing and dancing around the bonfire, the little mermaid quietly emerges from the sea, Thumbelina is sleeping soundly in the flower bud, the little furry creatures in autumn are rolling, the giant is guarding his garden, and the bird is taking it away Gold leaf and sapphire, snow children turned into clouds, and baby birds resting on the roof.

"The family fire is so warm, they think, and the jam and milk are so good, and their hearts are so good, and everything seems just right and perfect. Maybe it would be nice to stay here a while till the winter is over." idea..."

Unknowingly, the raindrops also weakened, and only her soft voice remained in the room.

Tuk Tuk Tuk.

Tuk Tuk.

Her voice stopped abruptly.

She listened carefully, it was not an illusion, the knock on the door did not stop.She frowned, put down the still steaming fig tea with linden honey, took a tender yellow ginkgo leaf dried in early autumn as a bookmark, put it in the place where she was reading just now, closed the page, covered the corner of her skirt and stood up . Sarek also walked into the house when he heard the movement. As a hunter, his hearing is more sensitive than ordinary people.He put his hands behind his back, paused in the hallway, and walked towards the entrance, but she only needed a look from him to understand what her husband was thinking, and followed.

Who could it be so late?There are not many visitors to the lakeside house that is empty all year round.After the most lively hunting season ended, they almost owned the entire forest.

The sound of footsteps disappeared into the carpet, Sarek protected his wife with one hand, and opened the door holding his breath. From his slightly stiff movements, she guessed that her husband's defensive technique was ready to go. Then—their eyes suddenly lowered: there was someone outside the door , and more than one.A boy no taller than their chests held the umbrella, and a smaller one held his hand.

"God..." Amanda gasped.Standing in the dark and rainy night, the two of them looked so small, with the blurred mountains rolling up and down behind them, and the dark shadow seemed to open its mouth to swallow the lonely child at any moment.

Sarek glanced at his wife and lowered his eyes: "Please tell me your name and purpose."

The older boy's hair is black, smooth and soft, with bangs that are wet from the rain and stick to his forehead.He has warm dark brown eyes and delicate, elf-like pointed ears.He held the umbrella handle tightly, raised his face: "I'm Spock, and he's Jim." He was sullen and serious, with a tone of voice, like a real little gentleman: "Hello, Sa-mekh, Ko-mekh .”

As soon as he finished speaking, the smaller one beside him let go of his hand and threw himself into Amanda's arms with a wow.

His hair is golden, burning away the woman's common sense and cognition like a little sun. Amanda staggered back two steps in the shock of this unexpected embrace, and hurriedly stabilized herself, stroking his hair: "...?" The boy raised his head from the soft cloth buried in her belly, his eyes were bright Transparent blue.He giggled, and said in a cheerful voice like a little bird: "—mother!"

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Even though Sarek, who claims to have seen big winds and waves, couldn't help frowning at such a sudden and strange thing, in fact he was indeed moving his eyebrows: raising the left one, soaring to the hairline.He raised his eyebrows in such a puzzled way, watching the boy named Jim across the room bouncing and following Amanda into the kitchen.When he came back to his senses, Spock was standing next to him imitating his raised eyebrows and—it was more than a hair's breadth away.

Sarek lowered his eyebrows and cleared his throat: "Why are you two at my door at this time?"

Spock lowered his eyebrows too. "I've explained why I'm here, Sa-mekh."

Sarek was still confused: "I didn't hear that."

At this time, Amanda came out with a bowl of hot creamy matsutake soup, the sweet smell filled most of the room, while Jim circled around her, apparently already moved his index finger by the aroma.The woman accepts all this faster than her husband, after all, who can refuse a blue-eyed little boy who is hungry and half-wronged in his childish voice?

Amanda put the soup bowl on the gilded tablecloth: "What is Sa-samok...?"

Jim hurriedly stood on his tiptoes and leaned on the edge of the table, Amanda asked while stirring with a spoon: "Don't worry."

"It's Sa-mekh, my love." Sarek saw Spock looking at him with his head tilted, sure the kid knew he understood. "An ancient language that means... father."

"The other one is mother, isn't it?" She pushed the bowl in Jim's direction, and handed over the little silver spoon, "Blow on it and drink it, it's hot."

"Exactly." Sarek replied, looking at the boy who climbed onto the chair with his hands behind his back.

"Before I figure out how you two got lost here, S—Spo—"

"Spock."

"Okay, Spock. Would you like a bowl too?"

"I'm grateful for that, Ko-mekh, but I'm not hungry at the moment."

Jim raised his head from the bowl, his lips were white, like a kitten stealing milk.He licks his lips contentedly. "Come on, Spock, this is so—so delicious."

Amanda was delighted, stroking the boy's fluffy straw-colored hair: "Thank you for complimenting my craftsmanship." She looked at Spock, "Come and try?"

Another boy found it difficult to refuse a woman's request.When her brown eyes are so similar to her own.

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"So, where are you from?"

After the fragrant evening meal was over, Amanda shook off the drops of water on her hands and walked out of the kitchen.Her hands were entwined with the faint scent of lemon, while Jim, who was following her, licked his lips, still fond of the delicacy just now.

Spock tugged at his sleeve, pulling the boy back to him.They sat down on three sides of the sofa, Amanda's irregular dark skirt spread out like a blooming flower. Jim found a fluffy throw pillow and started studying it, so it fell to Spock to answer the questions.Always.

"We're from far away," Spock replied.

Sarek asked: "Did your parents know that you were here?" In November, the forest will soon be covered by heavy snow, and the lives of the two children who broke in rashly are as fragile as paper.

Jim's fingers ruffled a flawless white feather on the pillow, and he interjected, "You are Mom and Dad." His expression was a little dazed, as if it should be.

Amanda and her husband exchanged a brief glance: "So, can you tell us why you call us...parents?"

The boy with pointed ears showed an unfathomable inscrutability that did not belong to this age: "This is... chosen."

"Chosen? Like Santa Claus?" In fact, what flashed through her mind was the part about the songbird in the book.

"Not Santa Claus." Spock shook his head.

"Then..." She waited for his second sentence, but she didn't.

The blue-eyed boy let go of the pillow and stood up from the sofa, jumped to Amanda's side and knelt down, put his hands on her knees, tilted his head, and his golden brown bangs hung down on his forehead, which made his eyes see It became clearer, with the unique softness of a child's voice in his voice: "You won't drive us away, will you, mother?"

Amanda hesitated - she'd never been called mom, it was too much of a luxury for her - for three seconds.Then she put her hand on his warm little hand: "Of course not, sweetheart. It's too late and too cold, you can't go anywhere."

Jim threw his arms around her neck with a cheer.

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