billions of light years

This is the No. 18 year when the world entered the Apocalypse Year.The previous AD dating method has long been abolished legally, but some extra-legal places still use the long and complicated dating method, which is like a memorial ceremony that refuses to admit defeat, or a silent struggle.Or, according to someone's words, history must not be forgotten.

But whether this year is 1965? There are different opinions.Look, how forgetful human beings are. As long as a slave owner whips his whip twice, he will be so afraid that he will cry, and he can't even remember his past and present lives.Human beings have lost their way countless times in the past, but like an inescapable law, after the stones thrown into the small stream ripple a few times, the great river of history will still move forward smoothly.But this time, there are already some pessimists who believe that history alone will not be able to correct itself.After all, what blocked the way this time was not a pebble, but an indestructible dam, which locked the water of civilization so firmly that not even a little water vapor could escape.

Erik is convinced that this year is 1965 because he remembers being 1944 years old in 12.And in the third year after that nightmare, the world ushered in a new god.

Sunday, sunny and cold.The pale moon had just been hooked away by some invisible steel cable, and the spire of some gigantic building blocked even the golden light in the east.Fortunately, this house is in another direction.A few rays of sunlight poured into the simply furnished room through the closed glass windows, like a disgusting oil film. The combination of light blue walls, retro Istanbul carpets, and black velvet quilts is a bit weird. Unreservedly exposed to the air.

Party rookie and head of the secret police, Erik Lehnsherr, opened his eyes exactly at six o'clock, stared at the dust particles floating and swirling in the light for half a second, and recalled the fact that today was a holiday.

Then, he found that the tiny second-in-command of the security department, Charles Xavier, who slept on the same bed with him yesterday, had turned into an even smaller one. Erik pokes the teenage-looking Charles awake in shock.

"Let me sleep a little longer, Raven—" See, they lived together when they were kids. Erik wondered half-jealously, half-amusingly, why else would his first reaction be to call Raven instead of Mommy.Charles, who was one size smaller, suddenly felt something was wrong. When he opened his eyes, he looked at the strange environment and was dumbfounded. He stared blankly at the stranger who was sleeping with him in front of him, "Sir?..." He said cautiously , "Are you kidnapping me? How much do you want?" This little slicker, Erik thought to himself looking at the boy's calm expression, so obedient on the surface, but in fact he was already ready to control him.

Maybe it's because children's ability to accept is better, or Erik's level of seriousness and deception has already been perfected, or it may be because of reading Erik's memory, it took only 5 minutes for little Charles to accept "exchanging with himself 18 years later" "This paranormal event has now haunted Erik with questions. Charles was buttoning up his shirt - God knows why he'd been in Erik's bed for a while.The simple white shirt belonged to Erik, and it hung down to the knees like a girl's nightdress, revealing a section of tender thighs, Erik shouted calmly while silently memorizing the legal provisions for the protection of minor mutants .

Erik really didn't have the face to tell him what happened yesterday that caused all his clothes to be scrapped. He mumbled about something that was stained by red wine and was now in the washing machine. "I drank a little too much yesterday, and the timing seems to be set wrong." He smiled uncomfortably, "There are new toiletries in the bathroom, I'll help you find some clothes for Charles." Almost panicked, he looked away, Erik fled, closing the door to the other room, putting his back against the door and covering his forehead for a few seconds before he dared to come out—when he met the boy's blue eyes, which were just waking up, more charming than usual. When watching, there was even a moment of philosopher's feelings.

As Chateaubriand said, once things lose the bright illumination they rely on to obtain edges and colors, they may disappear one after another. Charles' eyes were different.

That is the sea that glows.

Erik scoffed at himself.You pedophile.God.

But he still couldn't control his body, and after the people inside finished changing, he sat next to Charles almost without thinking.

"This is what I wore when I was a kid," Charles said after wearing it for 15 years and found that his clothes were only about half a size too big. "I thought it would be baggy."

Erik, whose height has never been lower than the average for his age all his life, couldn't help feeling a little pity, so he told a white lie, maybe this is the benefit of being older, he knows Charles too well, facing this young man who can't use his abilities, Charles can even Tell a little lie without getting caught. "This is the clothes you bought for others, but you didn't give them away for some small reasons." He tried his best to look amiable, "Charles, are you fifteen right? How tall are you?" Proud, "1.6 meters five!" You know, he ran faster than the saplings he planted this holiday. Erik thought it over, thinking it would be cruel to tell a child you'd only grow another five centimeters.

"Mr. Lehnsherr, how old are you?" Little Charles looked around the room nonchalantly, and finally asked the point, "Why will I... live with you in 18 years' time?"

"33." Erik's mind was spinning fast at this moment, maybe he couldn't hide it from the grown-up Charles, but there was still hope to coax the little Charles - half-truth, half-false, this was the only way he figured out.It's not intentional concealment, he really doesn't want a 15-year-old kid to know their work.Yes, secret police/police. Erik thought with a little pride and apprehension, or to use a better name, Empire/National Security/All.

At the beginning, he joined just to take revenge more conveniently, and of course there was also a hint of a pilgrimage of worship—that godlike mutant leader. EnSabahNur, Apocalypse, whatever, influenced Erik's teenage years.However, after experiencing the drunken madness of revenge in his youth, seeing the familiar ruins, wailing and death, Erik couldn't help being at a loss for the answer he found.Until now, he has not found the answer, so he continues to act in front of Magneto, who makes the rebel army fearful.

Looking at little Charles, Erik felt a little unspeakable.Is he going to say: I am your boyfriend in 18 years, and we are all mutant Gestapo?

"You in 18 years... are a famous doctor. As for me, I just need your help for some minor problems." He carefully observed the expression of little Charles, and was satisfied to find that he didn't seem to see through his lie.Of course, when he said that, all he had in mind was Charles when he was a genetic researcher in a white coat.

"I thought I would be an academic type in the future." Little Charles regained his spirits, lay down on the bed and chatted with Erik face to face, "I will finish high school next year at the latest, so I am initially planning to apply for Harvard— —”

"I know you have been a genius since childhood, Charles," Erik gave full play to his passive mouth skills and began to lie to children, God, thank Charles for teasing me back then, Erik hoped that this would reduce the burden of bullying minors a little Feeling guilty, but completely forgetting that there are many underage agents who have been severely trained under him.

"I've got a disease where I can't control my powers—you can think of it as a knife out of my control... I'm always afraid of hurting people," he said in a way that felt like nonsense to him (although it was Charles once Said, that doesn't change the fact that this is a nonsense adult joke), casually waved a hand, and twisted a copper apocalypse statue on the cabinet into a twist, "and you 18 years later, with your knife The sheath calmed me down." Erik felt his ears turn red.He really isn't suitable for saying such pious words!

"So you also have that ability?..." Little Charles' eyes lit up, "I always thought that my sister and I were the only ones in the world..."

He is really protective of Raven. Although he believes me on the surface, he still doesn't say the names of the people who are close to him-Eric feels a little sour, but they will meet in two years.Come from behind.

"But what if you lose control again?" Charles was a little worried, and the dissatisfaction in Erik's heart disappeared immediately with a slight frown, "Although I'm not very skilled in using my abilities, I can also be your knife sheath……"

Erik couldn't tell if precocious young Charles was saying that on purpose, he just felt like he was suffocating. "I can bear it, Charles." He got off the bed and began to tidy up the somewhat messy room, "Treat this as a sweet dream, maybe some mutant has lost control of his abilities. I know you have a lot of questions, and you will understand after a while gone."

Little Charles kicked a bit big slippers, and followed him to help (this is much better than when he grew up), "Thank you, Mr. Lehnsherr, it's good to have you." He sniffed and his eyes watered Run - knowing that this is probably a fake temptation, but Erik still took the bait, like a bloody high school student who can't control some bad associations, it's all your fault, Charles, he thought, let you go, poor boyfriend. "To be honest, I kind of miss my parents and my sister."

Boy, are you lying. Fifteen-year-old Charles doesn't think about that, Erik thought.

"We can visit Raven in the afternoon." Erik couldn't help but rubbed the top of little Charles' soft hair, "She'll be happy."

Little Charles froze, and he didn't know if it was because of the sudden physical contact or the scene of little Charles being hugged and kissed by Raven that Erik wanted to show little Charles in his mind.

"Mr. Lehnsherr, anyway, I don't know when I might go back, so I don't need to bother her."

That's right, Erik pretended to be sorry, "Okay," he bent down to help little Charles tie his large smoke gray scarf, "it's cold outside," he kissed little Charles' forehead habitually, only to realize later Reluctantly remembering that he's not Charles' boyfriend yet, "Just call me Erik."

"Lehn... no, Erik," little Charles didn't look offended, maybe the British are used to this kind of etiquette from a young age.Being German, Erik couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.Little Charles was obediently wrapped up in a scarf, with the vitality of a 15-year-old boy in his eyes, "If you take me out, will people think I'm Charles Xavier's illegitimate child?"

…The brat Charles has a high number of paragraphs since he was a child, Erik said he was speechless.