i am your guide

Many years later, Sith once thought that if he could tell Keweier generously at that time: "I like you, please stay with me.", whether there would be no regrets and twists and turns between them.But there is no way to turn back time, just as the wavering mood becomes more and more blurred under the blessing of timidity, so that the guide can only choose to retreat.

Kevill stood at the door with his schoolbag slung across his shoulders, half of his side face blocked by fine hair. He was wearing a clean white shirt that day, and his suit pants were slender and straight.

It seemed that he was just here to deliver something, because Keweier put the book in his hand on the table with his eyes closed, and said softly: "You left the book with me."

It was only then that Sith remembered the reason why Keweier appeared: yesterday when they were studying together, Sith left a professional book on Keweier's pile of books, and the sentinel told him during the day to come to the laboratory to give him Sent, he actually forgot all about it.

The Chief Sentinel has always been gentle with others, even if he is said harshly, he will not be overly annoyed.Kevill turned around with his backpack in his hands, as if he hadn't heard Sith's words, but the bony outline of his hand after being clenched tightly betrayed his mood.

"I'll go first." Kevill took a deep look at the guide and stepped out of the laboratory door.

Some people think that quarrel is a very anxious thing, but in interpersonal communication, quarrel just represents the desire of both parties to talk about something.The worst attitude towards disagreement is indifference and letting doubts breed, but the young Keweier didn't understand it, and the Sith at that time didn't want it.

The full-year whistle-blowing competition between Sith and Kevill officially ended two weeks later. Their cooperation became more and more tacit, and their relationship seemed to be getting better and better. No one mentioned the awkward meeting that night in the laboratory, as if that incident Never happened, but the reality is stuck in the throat.

At least Sith never forgot the look in Kervell's eyes that night. He felt guilty and didn't know how to turn it around.

There are two trophies for the sentinel competition, which are usually given to the sentinel and the guide respectively, but only one symbolic trophy will be stored as a proof of honor, and it is now in the hands of the guide.Sith and Kevill still had the championship gold medals on their shoulders, and the guides were chattering in front of them, all teasing how good they were in their acceptance speeches just now.He jumped down the steps and took the lead in the underground passage leading to the lounge.

Stepping on the aisle covered with red carpet was like stepping on cotton. Sith's school uniform slipped on his shoulders. He shook the clothes, turned around with one hand holding the trophy base, and reached out to send the trophy to Kervill's arms.

"Help me get it." Sith stood in the depths of the darkness, his eyes were deep without haze.

Kvir took the trophy and watched the guide stand beside him.

"What is Kevill going to do next?" Sith muttered something inaudible, and he had already returned to normal when he raised his head. His question was very ordinary, just a greeting between friends.

"I'm graduating soon, and I'm going back to the military," Kevill said.

One of the main ways out for the Sentinels is to enter the institutions governed by the military and make contributions with their powerful combat capabilities. Sith has long heard about Keweier.He nodded knowingly, and suddenly remembered something.

"Kevier, I found out that the Dragon Army sent me an invitation letter the day before yesterday, hoping that I will go for an interview." Sith narrowed his eyes and smiled, eager to share this good news with the sentinels around him: "Maybe we can Met, maybe a comrade in arms."

"It's also possible that they are in the same department." Kevill continued, his smile was gentle, he secretly hid the inexplicable joy in his heart, and stood in the dark passage holding a crazily beating heart.He lifted the trophy up and held it firmly in his arms.

This is a trophy they have won together, and at least their common names will be engraved-they have fought side by side on a certain day of a certain year.

"Then can I sneak to you to play?" The guide's teasing words were not distracting. He just said it casually, but he got a serious reply from Keweier: "No problem."

"But, won't it bother you?" Sith was suddenly a little annoyed, he felt that he seemed to be thinking too far, after all, he hadn't passed the interview with the Dragon Legion yet.What's more, Keweier must have a lot of things. He is not his exclusive escort. If Keweier has his own bonding guide in the future, can their relationship still be maintained?

Kvir has a binding guide...

Sith became irritable, the smile on his face couldn't hold back, and he looked a little lonely.

"No." Kevill didn't notice Sith's depression for a moment. He raised his hand to touch the short fluffy hair of the kitten. The ends of the hair that hadn't been trimmed for a long time were so soft that it felt so good that people didn't want to take it away. .

After a long stay and silence, Sith bowed his head and said softly.

"Kevil, has anyone ever told you that you're a nice person?"

The sentry's heart suddenly throbbed for a moment. He didn't understand why Sith started this topic, and he couldn't even find a behavioral logic to follow.He didn't like Sith discussing good or bad issues with him at this time, just as he didn't like what Sith said in the laboratory not long ago.

……

"of course not."

"Kevill is a great guy, I just wish him the best for the future."

……

Keville pursed his lips and said nothing. He saw Sith leaning against the wall with a thoughtful expression, his toes lightly rubbing against the raised fur of the carpet. .

He could barely stand aside, using the dark light to hide his sight on Sith.

"Why do you say that?" Kevel asked.

"Like that trophy, I wouldn't have gotten it without you. And Kevill is always patient and makes people feel comfortable with you... something like that." Sith narrated slowly, trying to adjust calmly Thoughts, spoken words do not obey the will.

It may be that the great excitement after winning the championship caused him to always want to talk about something more with Sentinel: life, ideals, worldview, or feelings that he hadn't dared to touch for a long time.He is peeling off the hard shell with words, his tone is brisk but serious.

"So?" Kerviel asked calmly.

"So..." Sith took a deep breath, and he raised his face to look at Keweier, his smile was so shallow that it was almost impossible to tell.

So, can I like you?

"So, do many people like you?"

At that moment, Kwill felt something was out of control.

He had never liked anyone, and the only thing that attracted him was Sith, but the child was timid and slow, and he always made him unsure whether to move forward.There are many people chasing Keweier, and some pursue him enthusiastically, but Keweier will refuse him righteously.Some are very smart, such as Vivienne. They know that Keweier is difficult to be tempted, so they use silent companionship to improve their chances of winning.

Others are those who dare not come forward because of low self-esteem.

Is the kitty he wants to keep in his pocket, is he planning to back down?

"Then do you like me?" Kevill has always been good at forbearance, but at that time he lost his sense of proportion. He subconsciously wanted to know Sith's answer, but he said it rashly when he was not prepared.

Sure enough, Sith's expression became surprised and cramped.

The embarrassment of having a secret revealed confuses Sith, especially in front of the person involved.He was still trying, afraid that Kvirben didn't mean that, and in the end he couldn't even be a friend.

"We...we're not discussing this issue." Sith responded in a panic, and if conditions allowed, he could run out of the arena now and never come back.The guide turned his head and didn't dare to look at Keweier's expression. His clenched fingers were bluish-white, and his nails were embedded in his palm.

The little kitten fluffed up and was forced into a corner. Kevill's breathing was about to stop. He took a step back silently, and the trophy in his hand instantly became extremely heavy.

The multiple safety distance obviously does not feel oppressive, but the atmosphere is still uncomfortable.

"Sorry, I have no other meaning." Kevill took a deep breath, he wanted to end this topic, along with the bad atmosphere.

At the end of the dark passage is the exit of dappled light and shadow, which is not the end of the light, only one person can walk forward.

The two were silent all the way until they separated.

Kevill left the academy after that day, and this time he remembered to leave a message for Sith: It seemed that he was going to undergo staged treatment and had to go to the hospital for a short period of time.

The final match of the same quality test was held in a real ruined fortress outside the capital city. It was a remnant of the battle many years ago.Sith squatted behind a piece of steel bunker, the mock firearm in his hand was not yet loaded.

The sun was blocked by layers of dark clouds, and Sith looked up at the lifeless sky, feeling depressed.The wrist screen in my hand failed to send any new messages, and the communication record was still at midnight last night.

In the center of the screen, Kevil's words made Sith anxious.

"When I come back, let's talk face to face."

The noisy siren whistle was blown by the gust of wind, and the eagle chirping resounded through the sky from far to near.Sith quickly put away the light screen, and put his full attention on this match.

"I'm actually very curious. The school didn't confiscate our communicator this time." Gawain was dressed in a combat uniform and turned over from the side of the elevated with one hand. His movements were vigorous and he landed almost silently.The sentinel frowned and muttered, looking impatiently at Sith.

"On this network, the school is not afraid of you cheating." Sith pointed to the prompt on the screen that the signal had been disconnected, and patted Gawain on the back with a smile.He loaded the gun, moved neatly, and asked, "I asked you to investigate, did you find it?"

When Gao Wen mentioned this matter, he was depressed. His falcon spirit body was very advantageous in scouting, but the ruins on the ground were too large, and he ran for several districts without finding any trace of his opponent.But when I came, I found something very strange: bullet holes that shouldn't be here.

"No, the two of them hid too secretly, and they probably wanted to deal with us. But Sith, I just discovered the bullet holes of the particle gun when I was investigating in Area C." Gawain frowned and sat on the scrap steel pile, Look puzzled.

"Particle gun? Are you sure?" Sith narrowed his eyes vigilantly, and he repeated his confirmation.

"Sure." Gao Wen thought deeply, "It's a bullet hole from an actual combat particle gun. It's still very new, not more than half a day old."

"But our simulated firearms are not particle guns. Did you make a mistake in your judgment?" Sith said.

Gawain didn't speak, he raised his eyes and looked at Sith worriedly, also in doubt.