billions of light years

It's late at night, and Erik seems to think it's a little silly to fly from the west side of the city to the east side at night.So he took Charles directly to his other property. "Erik, as a public servant of the people, your salary is enough to buy such a big villa?" Little Charles seemed to have "corruption" written on his left eye, and "appreciation" flashed in his right eye, and he threw himself into the big sofa and rolled in a very familiar way After two laps, of course he didn't forget to kick off his dusty shoes first so as not to scratch Erik's sofa, "This style is really similar to my house, I thought your taste would be bad - oh, help me The wrapped scarf is strangling me..."

With a helpless expression on his face, Erik untied the knot for him lightly, as if he hadn't tied it in the first place—this scarf has metal wires in it, which can be used in urgent cases, but the only disadvantage is that it is easy to tie a knot, Only Erik seems to be able to play with it, "I'm a good taxpayer, never corrupt. I built this house myself." But future Charles is responsible for the construction drawings and furniture decoration.He was young back then, and in order to spend honeymoon all over the world with Charles, oh no, he meant that Jiaotu Sanku was a competent mutant Gestapo leader, and he didn't hesitate to bear the reputation of being a poor face and let Charles choose furniture, while he was responsible for building houses everywhere.

Little Charles was rubbing his finally free neck, "Why are you still laughing? Erik, are you really not revenge on me for bullying you in the future?"

Erik reflected for a second that he shouldn't have tied the scarf in such a rough way - it was all because he couldn't help thinking about what they did with it last time when he tied the scarf and went away - and didn't know what happened to Charles afterwards Does your wrist hurt?In the end, he could only turn his head away in a somewhat concealed manner, not to look at the faint red mark drawn by the small line.God, that looks like a collar (like the old man he's calling God eagerly every time he loses his ability to think). "...I'm sorry." But he didn't admit his mistake because of those blue eyes that kept blinking.

Little Charles let out a chuckle, rolled over from the sofa and hugged Erik, only to be touched by the brass button on his clothes on the nose, and almost cried out with a sore nose, physiological tears swirled in his eyes, and was caught again. Holding back, "No need for that, sir," he smiled like the sun rising over the Sanssouci Palace in Potsdam that Erik had seen as a child.He has never seen that sunshine again. On the one hand, he vowed that he would never set foot on the land of Brandenburg or other states except for revenge. Surrounded by the cursed land; on the other hand, he has grown up and no longer has the mind to chase the sun.

"I'm not that vulnerable. I'd rather see you see me and your friend Charles as real people. I'm not a kid who needs special treatment. I'm a genius doctor who can be your scabbard in the future."

Erik, who concocted the "scabbard theory" with one hand, finally reaped the consequences of himself. Hearing these words, the blood in his body rushed to the top of the sky, and his precarious sanity almost collapsed. "Charles... don't say this to anyone but me when you go back."

"Erik, I don't think I know as many terminally ill people as you might think."

"It's getting late," Erik forcefully changed the subject, "go to bed."

Little Charles, who was still hanging on him, tightened his arms around him, "Sleep with me, Erik, it's too cold to be alone."

"Okay. You know, you can convince me to do anything." He took little Charles in his arms and kissed him on the cheek, "Excuse me for asking... why didn't you wear clothes when you first came? "

Charles blushed a little, "I really don't know! I had clothes on—Erik, forget about that." He wrenched himself out of Erik's arms, "Erik, do you have extra pajamas and slippers?"

"That's too big for you, Charles." They live in this house more often, and little Charles will be upset if he finds out that his future self really wears the same size 18 years ago.Maybe I'll drink milk and exercise when I go back, instead of sneaking out to the bar in the middle of the night to meet the world...but the little, short Charles is fine. Erik thought that he should do what would make him happy, instead of having to do things he didn't like due to public opinion and society's shameless use of shame at an age where he didn't need to worry about the future.

Erik simply picked him up and walked up to the bedroom on the second floor, "That way you don't have to struggle with your slippers," facing Charles' protest of the doggy position—"I've seen granny hug their corgis on the road Crossing the street, that's the way it is! Really, Erik!"

"I thought most people would call it a princess hug, but obviously you are not an ordinary person," he warned the restless little Charles, "if you move around, you will use the sack-carrying method."

"Oh," little Charles rolled his eyes secretly, "thank you for your kindness, Erik."

The bed in the bedroom was soft and big enough for the two of them to lie on it without feeling cramped.

"What are you doing buying such a big bed by yourself?" Little Charles asked.

I also want to ask what two people can do with such a big bed except to do some indescribable things. Erik thought, and it wasn't me who bought the furniture, it was you from the future.

"I like to sleep with toys with my arms around," he rambled. Erik felt like his ability to make up nonsense improved by more than a notch in one day.

"What toy?"

Erik didn't know which muscle was wrong, he was lying on the bed with his face upside down, trying to get into a comfortable position where he could fall asleep without reaching out to Charles, "stuffed corgi."

Charles exclaimed, "What a big corgi that must be."

Erik turned off the lights in order to stop the increasingly crooked conversation.

"Your ability is really useful," Charles envied. "You can turn off the light without getting out of bed, so you won't fall down when you climb back to bed after turning off the light."

"If you didn't steal the drink and just throw the soda can on the ground, you usually wouldn't fall." Erik replied mercilessly.

Little Charles was completely defeated, but he still refused to respond to Hypnos' call. This must not be his problem, but that the sleeping god in Greece is too far away from him, and he may not be found for a while, " Maybe the old myths were written about mutants...Erik! Look, on the ceiling!" His excited, soft ending voice rose high, "It even drew stars—"

"You did research on this topic ten years ago - why kick me, Charles? I won't tell you the results, I know you want to do your own research. And don't overestimate your liberal arts skills." Erik turned away, I happened to see the shining stars painted on the ceiling with luminous paint, "Well, you painted it on purpose to cure my nightmares before." But he later found a treatment with a more stable effect, so he had this Zhang soft big bed.

"I haven't had nightmares since I was very young," Charles said with a slight smile, "I..."

"Ah, I know," Erik said, "you told the devil in your dream countless times about the philosophy of life, and finally he put down his butcher knife and became a Buddha immediately. So everyone can get their own salvation." This heroic , Don Quixote-style knight adventure story (Erik language) I don’t know how many times Charles told it over and over again after he was drunk, but Raven said she was tired of listening to it anyway.And the truth of all this was not revealed until a few years ago when they encountered a mutant who was capable of mentally intimidating through dreams.But that mutant had already converted at that time, and behaved like a quail.

They lay on the big bed together, experiencing the warm loneliness in the quiet of the night.Night is always feared by children, but loved by some people so much that they worship it from afar.Just as humans before Gell-Mann worshiped Democritus and his atoms.At night, if God loves it, you can hear the winds of the Pleiades rising.It can also recognize gazes projected from afar, from the depths of the universe.Then tears will come to your eyes from the mighty power of nature: the power of God!

However, when you look along the other side of the gaze, you may see the eyes of you sitting at the window, looking through the telescope into the infinite universe.That eye felt the ancient call deep in the blood, and couldn't help but also filled with hot tears, and shouted in the same devout and hysterical way: God's power!

As always, jumbled, mocking, joyful, painful, conflicting thoughts filled little Charles' head.But he soon fell asleep.Because the boundless starry sky protects him.

"Good night."

In the dark night, a copper buckle broke free from the cotton thread, accelerated out of the window as if equipped with a propeller, and disappeared into the night.It was exiled to the sky by his master.Maybe someone will observe it in the future.It is not miraculous that there are stars in the sky, but it is a miracle to have a copper button that has been hit by someone.That's the power of God, right?After all, people's vocabulary is so poor, and every time they lose their ability to describe, they will eagerly call on the old man God.