i am your guide

Songyun galaxy, Jialing star.

The arrival of Christmas has made the entire empire more lively than ever. Yellow and red light spots are hung on the two rows of dark green pine trees standing on the street, virtual celebration words are unfolded in the sky above the street, and the red ribbons on the Christmas bells are fluttering in the wind.

The town streets in the retro area are narrow, and the chatter and laughter of pedestrians are drowned out by the sound of jingle bells.It just snowed on Jialing last night, and the shattered snow of different shades shone with a crystal luster under the sunlight, like silver fragments that had been buried for many years.

Among the bustling crowd, Kevill walked slowly along the street wearing a wireless headset.His gaze flicked over the children running beside him, and finally fell on the snow-fallen store signboard high above.

John's voice in the headset continued, but Keweier was in a trance.He let out a breath of white air, watching it being completely dissolved by the icy air.

"Kevier, I've told you many times that your situation is already very bad. If you don't receive repressive treatment, you're afraid..."

John's voice paused, and he couldn't say the word after "I'm afraid" in the end, which was too hurtful, although Kavier must have known it well.

"Deterioration is fast, you can't put it off any longer."

Kevill stuffed his hands into the pockets of his coat to gain some warmth, and he walked through a narrow alley between the buildings, and darkness fell in an instant.

Stepping past a mass of black trash and waste newspapers, Kevill said softly, "I see."

It's the same answer every time.

The Sentinel has always used this excuse of soft resistance against his doctor.

"You..." John hesitated to speak, he threw the pen in his hand on the table irritably, and pleaded for a long time: "Is it so difficult for you to find Sith back? The military can come forward, Jones can come forward, and the empire can also come forward, so it is impossible for him not to agree. What are you embarrassing about?"

The lingering cold wind passed through the gap in the sentry's scarf and cut into the skin, and the coldness spread to the tip of his heart.The sunlight at the alley could not melt the frost and snow, and the brown awning of the coffee shop at the end was stained with water marks.

"He doesn't like me." Kevil's voice was very soft, and he had to listen carefully to distinguish the meaning.

"It's not necessary to like it, it's just a contract guide, as long as he can save you, whatever..."

John wanted to say: as long as he can save you, anything is fine.

But the Sentinels were always willing to interrupt him mercilessly.

"John, he is not a tool of the military."

Keweier's voice was cold, with a strong resistance.He walked out of the dark area and walked towards the sun.

Even if they match, so what, the guide doesn't want to be with him, so what's the point of forcing.

Sith have the right to choose how to spend their lives, and the answer has already been given, which is a concept that Kavier cannot participate in.

What's more, can he really maintain the relationship with Sith in a false balance of no advance and no retreat?

After all, he was the one who moved first, and he was the one who couldn't restrain himself.

"W-Where are you? You're not in the treatment center?"

John was so angry that he wanted to hang up the communication, when he suddenly heard several cheerful music bursting out from the background, he asked inexplicably.

Didn't Keweier just recover from the chaos a few days ago?What's the matter with the patient who should be lying on the bed honestly, so desperate?

"I'm on the planet Galen." Kevier replied flatly.

John was speechless:

Because the new home of Mr. Bai Yueguang, a S-rank sentinel, and the fugitive wife of the empire, Mr. Sith Kevok, is on Galen Planet.

"Oh, sentinel." John sneered coldly.

"Dududu..."

Keweier frowned, and heard the interruption of the communication signal as he wished.

……

In the Imperial National Laboratory, a person in charge hung up the phone angrily, picked up his partner, the evil dragon, and roared: "If I worry about Kevill, I'm an idiot!"

……

Perhaps it was the Christmas effect, the business in the coffee shop was much better than usual, the number of customers coming and going surged, and the shop assistants were all in a daze.

The black and white waiter's clothes fit his body well. Sith yawned and stood by the counter in the reception hall, getting more and more sleepy from the heat and air conditioning.

The overall old-fashioned decoration portrays elegance to the extreme. The grand piano on the central stage is still covered with black flannel, and the freshly changed flowers are still dewy.

The business board at the door had just been hung up, when the guests came.

Sith stood by the reception desk and saw who was coming.

Sunshine and residual snow rushed into the warm room through the opened door. The man's body was stained with the frost and snow outside. The dark coat was matched with a dark brown scarf, and the dangling shredded cotton thread covered the horn buttons.The masculinity is outstanding, like a fashion show model who has strayed into the folk.

He has golden soft hair, and his ordinary appearance belongs to the type that can't be found in the crowd, but when he raises his eyes, the light in his eyes is full of innocence and tenderness.

On the surface of the crystal clear blue sea, Sith could only find these few compound words to describe the sentinel's eyes.

"Hello, how can I help you?"

Sith put on a professional smile, he looked at the sentinel in front of him and said.

It is a rare visitor, after all, there are not many sentinel groups on Jialing.Sith looked at the man indistinctly, slandering himself secretly.

What is puzzling is that the guest who arrived during the business hours didn't seem to be in such a hurry as he imagined, because he just stood in front of Sith and stared at the guide intently.

Those eyes are too gentle, making people indulge unconsciously.

The gradually heating up atmosphere made Sith uncomfortable, and he couldn't hold back the professional smile on his face. He had never been stared at like this before, and said, "Sir? May I ask what you need."

The lower tone was a little more serious than before, and the man finally turned his attention away from Sith. He looked at the suspended light screen above, and said, "A cup of mocha, a cup of cappuccino."

The man turned and left. Sith let out a deep breath and stared at the man's back suspiciously.

The sentinel, even sitting there, was more pleasing to the eye than the most artistic oil painting Sith had ever seen.The sunlight cut into sharp shapes by the Christmas decorations on the windows, and then melted on the surface of the rich coffee.The sentinel carefully looked at the books on the wrist screen, occasionally raising his head to relax.

Their eyes collided sometimes, because Sith couldn't get his attention locked on the sentry, which was strange, he hadn't had such a strong desire to pay attention to anyone for a long time.

Maybe it's because of those eyes...

Sith thought to himself comfortingly.

Perhaps it was because of those eyes, which resembled the midsummer night sky of Imperial College, with bright or dark stars hidden.

"Hey, have you taken a fancy to someone?"

An abrupt snap of his fingers brought Sith back to his senses. He glanced at the barista who was working next to him, with an eager expression on his face: "That's not it."

"You whistle, how do you usually see each other...I heard what it is, combined heat?" The barista held a cup of cappuccino just made in his hand, and placed it in front of Sith together with the tray.The latte art in the coffee is exquisite and beautiful, and it is the most perfect heart shape.

"No, I actually... don't know too much." Sith shook his head, he had no right to speak on this issue.

He never seemed to feel "love" for a Sentinel.

"Well, maybe you will understand soon." The barista shrugged, pointed to the cappuccino on the plate and said, "That Mr. Runway model asked you to deliver it."

How strange, sir.

Sith glanced at the sentry who was still reading by the window, picked up the cup and walked away.

The coffee shop is not big, and the road from the reception desk to the rest area is only a few turns. The road that usually takes two steps is extremely winding at this moment.

I want to leave quickly, but I am afraid that the heart-shaped flower in my hand will be broken.

Delicate flowers are hung on the hollow railings, and the sunshine under the Tyndall effect carries all the seemingly ethereal things with entities, as well as the mood that cannot be captured in the silence.Light knows those secret thoughts, and quietly melts the gaps in the gap with warmth.

"Sir, your cappuccino."

Sith stood beside the man and said softly.

The blue sea was covered with waves again, the gentle and joyous waves on the sea surface of the first day.The man looked up at Sith, his jaw raised in a nice arc.

"Can I return this cup of coffee?" the man asked.

Sith said awkwardly: "Sorry, the coffee may not be returned or exchanged."

He thought for a while, just when Sith was thinking about how to solve it and whether the sentry in front of him would make things difficult for him, the sentry smiled and said, "Then, can I give it to you?"

The guide was taken aback for a moment, and then he heard the sentinel say:

"I'm here to see someone today, but he doesn't want to come."

"Is it your sweetheart?"

Fascinated, Sith blurted out.

The sentinel looked at him in astonishment, and there seemed to be offended shock and bewilderment in his eyes.It was only later that Sith realized that what he said was really rude, and it was not his thing to pry into other people's privacy.

Sith wanted to apologize, but was stopped by the sentry: "Yes."

"Will you accept it?"

The sentinel asked sincerely.

The sentinel who was put as a dove by his sweetheart... sounds a bit miserable.

"Of course, sir." Sith said softly in a considerate mood.

When Kevill walked out of the coffee shop, he looked at Sith lying on the reception desk chatting with others through the floor-to-ceiling windows covered with brown light cellophane, and secretly took a photo.

The shutter is silent, the picture freezes, and the sunshine in winter and Christmas is extremely gentle, just like the most perfect heart shape of cappuccino.

The sentinel solemnly collected the photos in a separate album and marked it with the number 194.

The name of the album is: My Guide.