boy and bone

Anything that has ever existed is bound to be forgotten.

A dilapidated church exists silently in the outskirts far away from the crowd.

One day near sunset, two travelers from nowhere pushed open its dusty old door.

They may have come here by accident because they got lost.

"Is this really the place where you were baptized?" Gray was speechless for a moment.

The murals around the church are mottled, the dilapidated benches are covered with dust and clots, and the painted glass has been dusted and blurred for a long time. A few grains of thick black and green bird droppings.

A drop of cold hit the deep chestnut hair, and Gray raised his head. From the hole in the dome, he smelled the breath of spring rain in the moist breeze that leaked down.

"Maybe." The man behind him replied hesitantly.Curriss gray eyes looked around, too.He stretched out his fingers and wiped the edge of the seat, shaking off a lot of sand.

Hearing the very familiar vague answer, Gray turned around and stared at the man with clear eyes: "With such a tone, I will suspect that you are leading us on the wrong path again."

Currys brushed off the dust from his fingers, and a sweet smile appeared on his gentle face: "You know my memory has never been very good."

Gray has long been unmoved by this person's usual expression of concealing mistakes.

This is equivalent to admitting in disguise that Gray's guess is correct, and they did find the wrong place again.

Gray sighed, with habitual viciousness in his tone: "Yes, I know. Remind me that if I dare to hand over the map to you next time, I will chop off my hand."

Curris frowned. "Do you only have cruel words like 'chop, chop, kill' in your vocabulary? That sounds painful."

"...What should we do now? Should we go find a decent church nearby, or just stay here?" Gray looked at the setting sun outside the window, and the time was almost up: "If we don't finish today, we will delay until next month. "

"It's a pity, but I don't mind." Curris didn't want to arrange his wedding in such a place at will.He hadn't fully enjoyed the day of reunion yet. Somehow the lover had been stimulated. The person who usually wouldn't let his waist be hugged actually suggested "sign the marriage contract today", and he didn't have time to prepare properly.

"But I don't mind." Gray said with a firm attitude, "After tomorrow you have to go back to the academy, and I have to go back to the Northern Army. We won't be able to see each other for at least a month, and there is no guarantee that there will be no accidents on your side."

"Facts have proved that during the four years of waiting for your return, nothing happened to me." Curris was very calm and confident.

"Oh? Then what happened to Earl Lane?" Gray's teeth started to itch when he mentioned the name.

After thinking about it for about half a minute, Curris asked, "Who is that?"

That bitch who lives in your bedroom!

Gray held back the swearing, and described it as calmly as possible: "The night I came back, came out of your bedroom, the one with the yellow hair in a nasty pajamas!"

"Oh, is it Thurs?" Culis suddenly realized: "Did you notice his hair too? It's really beautiful."

"...you fucking praise him one more time, and I'll destroy you." Gray forcefully forced a sentence from his tightly closed lips.

Seeing that Gray was about to come to the verge of anger, Kuris immediately put on a serious look and explained: "Thed Lane is one of the heirs of the Lane royal family."

"The Lan En royal family has spent a lot of financial resources in the past ten years. According to the report from the secret sentry, it is basically certain that they are secretly recruiting a large number of holy martial arts forging masters."

"Curse flooding is getting worse and worse. It is not surprising to manufacture holy weapons at this time, but after ten years of manufacturing research, the Lann royal family has not even equipped a single holy weapon, not even the lowest level."

"The border war between Lann and Ortos in the Howling Valley two years ago has not yet been concluded. Lann's strength is no less than that of the Fasel royal family. They are twice as strong as their opponents. A small conflict is not for them. It needs to last for so long, and they don’t need to waste so much energy, but now they have even reached the point where they want to seek military assistance from the Tiqi royal family and the Fasel royal family.”

"This shows that Lan En's current ability can't even withstand a small-scale war, and his empire must be severely depleted."

"It's a strange thing, even so, the Lann royal family still hasn't given up their plans to make holy weapons. The factories they built in the underground tunnels are still working day and night, and they are still looking for holy weapon builders everywhere. They are so persistent...it has to be noticed..."

"Emperor Fasaier is a conservative person. Lan En asked him for support. He needs to know what the purpose is in advance, otherwise he will not act easily."

"As the famous son of Fasel, and I belong to the same magic school as Seid Lann, it is naturally better for me to deal with this kind of matter."

……

Gray didn't realize it for a long time. In a daze, in an organ that can be called the brain, he repeated what Curris said several times. Gray guessed: "You are explaining that you only talk to him because of interests. sleeping together?"

"Sleeping? No, no, no." Kuris panicked: "He slept in my original room, and I slept in a new place."

"I invited him to the palace in the name of Sister Wang's birthday. I wanted to make a good impression and create a chance for a return visit. I tried my best to meet all his requirements. He said that he couldn't sleep without my smell, so I had to send you to the palace. Let me borrow the bed with you... It also smells of you, and I feel uncomfortable."

Gray stared: "How dull are you?" He suppressed his anger: "What's 'I can't sleep without your smell'... His words are trying to seduce you, didn't you hear it?"

"Really?" Kuris was shocked, as if he knew such a thing for the first time.

"Yes!" Gray's forehead was hardened by the surging anger.

Kill him, no, kill yourself.

Currys looked distressed: "But you never said that to me."

Gray frowned: "...Is it related to him seducing you that I didn't say that?"

Curris nodded slightly: "I think the meaning of seduction has two layers: one, get my emotions, and then turn around and leave like tired of playing; two, stir up my desire, but leave me where I am I don't care. I think these acts of manipulating and torturing my heart are called seduction. And these are what you are best at, Grae. If Grae is used as a standard, it is obvious that just a few frivolous words from the Earl Not nearly enough, so I don't think he's seducing me."

"I... When did I torment you and manipulate you?" Grai was surprised by the sudden accusation when the conversation suddenly changed.

"Did you forget that four years ago after you confessed your love to me, we kissed...it wasn't even a kiss at all, just your mouth wiped mine, and you ran away like I was a Something that you tasted and spit out in a hurry... Even now, looking back on it, it still hits me."

"Four years ago?" No matter how angry Gray was in a daze, it was impossible not to hear Culis's complaint: "I, I explained that to you many times. I was on a mission at the time, and I didn't Time stayed with you for too long."

Even that confession was impulsively blurted out by Gray when he thought he was about to die. He never thought that Curris would accept it, let alone kiss. It is enough to be excited for half a year.

Thinking of the embarrassing and shameful past, Gray shifted his guilty eyes: "I didn't mean to... When are you going to remember this..."

I wanted to alert the other party to raise their awareness of guarding against those with ulterior motives, but instead, Grai himself was caught and accused by someone.

Apologizing is not Gray's strong point. Besides, Gray has used actions to compensate Kuris many times afterwards. His apology and guilt have long been repaid in Kurlis' frequent begging, and he did not suffer that guy at all. But why is this person still obsessed with it?

Talking to this person can't follow his ghost logic, Gray tried to correct the topic, and at the same time, in order to quickly cover up his past mistakes, he hurriedly said without leaving room for the other party to talk back: "In short, my wish is Now, immediately, get this done. Right here."

"Here?" Culis looked around, obviously not very satisfied: "Look here, there are no candles, no scriptures, no priests, and we don't even wear gowns."

"It's enough to have a marriage contract." Gray insisted: "As long as you sign your name on the marriage contract, our relationship can take effect. As for the location, dress, priest and other things, it doesn't matter if you don't have one."

"That's it, it's just..." It's just that the minimum standard of Curris has not been met here.Cullis mused gloomily.

"It's already dark, don't hesitate any longer, take out the paper of the marriage contract." Grai urged, ignoring someone's little struggle secretly.

Tonight, in front of the blind god who has not been worshiped for a long time, there is a wedding that has no witness, no blessing, and no one knowledge.

"Is it necessary to read this thing out?" Gray looked at the lines on the marriage contract, and resisted very much.

"Necessary. Since our wedding was arbitrarily arranged by you in this kind of place, it is necessary for me to ask for compensation. Please read it out loud." Kuris straightened his clothes and turned his gaze to the straight figure hiding in the corner.

Facing the crumbling wall, Gray muttered something.

"Okay, okay. I see." Grai calmed down and turned around, his cheeks flushed.

"Your face is very red, what's wrong?" Kuris asked, pulling his wrist.

"It's okay, I'm disgusted by the pile of nasty things on the marriage contract." Gray and the man beside him stood on the high platform in front of the Blind God.

A pair of nightingales that were nesting stopped by the window, looking at the things in the church.

A beam of quiet moonlight leaked from the gap in the dome, covering the surroundings of the statue of the blind god cast in white stone. The hazy and patchy light traced the figures of the two people who came here to swear an oath, and the shadows of the two fell into harmony. Intimate and clean.

The independent statue in the church is the most lonely listener.

It has witnessed thousands of scenes, thousands of faces, and thousands of tones, and what has not changed is the reverent and persistent chanting of the couple that has been chanted since ancient times. The - Oath:

"In the gaze of God, I swear:

Stars, candles, my life mirrors you;

Senmu, book, my memory coexists with you;

Breeze, water ripples, my love is because of you;

Wu Ti, Mu Zhong, my soul responds for you.

By your hand, give my name a new meaning:

After tonight, let's look at each other with our hearts, without hesitation;

After tonight, hold hands and never turn away;

After tonight, follow each other with your feet and never be lonely;

After tonight, call each other by name and never forget to return.

Until this body rests in the Soul River.

Tonight, I will never forget it. "

There is nothing special about the lengthy and numb speech.

But for some reason, Gray kept tense. He dared to say that even if there were twenty or thirty mighty men standing in front of him with long knives, it would not be as frightening as the thin white paper in front of him. , he was afraid of mispronouncing every word above.

A wooden hymn stand stands in front of the statue, and a long gray quill stands on the crack of the stand. The workmanship is crude and heavy, and the whole stand exudes an ancient atmosphere like rotten tree roots in a wild forest.

At this moment, a square piece of papyrus was laid flat on the countertop of the shelf, on which all the contents of the deed were recorded.

Finally, after reading the content of the contract neatly and neatly, Grai picked up the quill, and a golden liquid flowed from the slender quill: "Where is the signature?" He looked at the picture with the eyes of a prisoner interrogating The non-hostile and weak paper contract seems to be asking why there is no room for writing on a piece of paper.

"Sign here."

Curris smiled, rolled up his cuffs, and exposed his arms.

He stretched out his arms to Grai's eyes, and the muscles and bones hidden under the youthful white skin were the faint tension of maturity.

Not seen in four years, he seems to be much healthier.Gray thought.

"You write my name on my arm, and I write your name on your arm. Through your hands, write my name and give me new meaning in life." Kuris reiterated the contract. content.

"Signed on the arm?" Grai's attention was completely focused on the long feather pen that came with the marriage contract.

Gray was shocked in his heart. He used to copy on paper when he practiced before, but now he suddenly changed the material. He was worried that his handwriting like chickens pecking at rice and ants climbing trees would be exposed.

"Yes. The ink has been magically treated to form long-lasting runes, penetrate into the skin, and imprint on the bones. Even if the flesh rots, it will not disappear." Curriston paused, then added in a calm tone : "Unless both parties are willing to terminate the contract. Otherwise, as long as one party is alive, don't think about it, um..." He was still thinking about his words, and he was choosing gentle words in his heart so as not to arouse the longing for Liberal Gray's discomfort.

Gray held the pen in one hand and supported Curris's arm with the other, he was hesitant to do so, with a troubled expression on his face.

"Has Gray regretted it?" Curris' tone was dark.

Gray frowned tightly: "I'm thinking about how to write."

Suddenly there was a gust of wind, and the voice on the other side smiled and said, "Kuris, Kur..."

"I can spell! It's because your arm is too soft...don't blame me for writing too ugly." Grae held the arm lying in front of him steadily, and every stroke made the arm under the pen tip tremble slightly.

"Don't move."

"itch."

"Be patient." Gray said, clenching his hands even tighter.Under such circumstances, don't expect the signature to reach such a beautiful standard, it's hard enough for him to try to be neat.

The signed name is a little darker than the skin color, and the golden ink seeps into the skin. After the water stain evaporates, the dry text is like a tattoo printed on the body that is not obtrusive but very clear.

When it was the other party's turn to write, Grai rolled up his cuffs, as if thinking of something, he suddenly pulled out the silver dagger hidden in his waist, pointing the cold tip at the opposite person.

"Divorce so soon?" Kuris was shocked.

"..." Grai had no choice but to turn the tip of the knife and stab it into his left arm in the next second, piercing the flesh and gushing out a stream of blood.

"You know my condition. If there are no wounds on my body, I can't absorb magic." While Grai put away the dagger, Kuris immediately raised his hand to stabilize Grai's bloody arm.

"Discuss with me in advance next time, bloodshed at the wedding is not a good omen." Kuris secretly blamed himself, why did he ignore this potential problem.

"Really? Then how can I redeem it?" Grai didn't know that there was a saying that weddings should not be bloody, and his calm expression was remorse for his reckless behavior, and a trace of uneasiness about the future was hidden in his bright eyes. .

Culis said it casually, and now that Gray's wound is glaring, he didn't want to answer.

And Gray, seeing that Curris was silent about his question, thought that the consequences of the 'bad omen' were really serious and hopeless.

To a certain extent, this has become one of the root causes of Gray's constant fear in his future married life. Even if there is any disturbance, he will feel like a formidable enemy.

Culis held the tip of the pen with his fingers and dipped it in Grey's flowing blood. The golden color in the quill was instantly mixed with the red blood, and the color after writing no longer matched the skin tone.

The name being signed on Gray's arm changed together with the previously completed signature on Curris's arm, and the golden-red handwriting penetrated into the skin, making it as eye-catching as if it had been scalded by flames.

But there was too much delay, Kuris quickly signed the name, took off his bow tie, and wrapped the silky long satin to protect Grai's wound.

As Curris stopped writing, another name was added to the contract on the bracket. Two unusual bloody names overlapped and appeared in the center of the contract, floating above the black ink oath.

"Your 'Kuris' is so pretty." While bandaging, Kuris noticed the lettering on the contract that someone imitated carefully.

Gray glanced back, slightly frustrated: "Your 'Grey' is better."

"Of course." Curris agreed.

During the conversation, the paragraphs and names on the contract were mixed with each other, and the words and strokes were blurred. Slowly, the sentences of the oath disappeared one by one, like a thick fog, leaving only a blank page in the end.

"The contract came into effect." Kuris took the white paper off the stand, and rolled it up carefully and slowly.

"Disappeared?" Gray murmured. Although he felt chills all over the above content, it was the only proof in his life anyway. Gray, who wanted to keep it as a souvenir, couldn't help but feel a little bit disappointed, but fortunately, he didn't Wisely memorized the oath in its entirety.

"Yes, if one of us is a nocturnal species, we should be able to see the confirmation runes just generated on this piece of paper with our eyes now. The runes generated by each couple are different and unique. But the shapes are different. Almost, like a lovely sunflower." After Culis put away the contract, his mood became more and more clear, even though the outside world was dark and dark, even though such a ceremony was so perfunctory.

"Okay, let's go back." Graysong heaved a sigh of relief.

"It's still the last step." If Kuris had any expectations for this humble wedding, the only thing was that he could get it as soon as possible...

"What?" Gray asked.

Curris's expression moved slightly: "A little substantive breakthrough, I think we should find a hotel first and then talk in detail."

"Huh? Why don't you go back to the palace, I can take you back." Gray wondered.

Curris's gray eyes flickered non-stop: "Is that okay? You said you didn't want us to be too intimate in the palace..."

"It's just to send you back. You can't sleep well in other places. Instead of finding a hotel at random and rushing back early tomorrow, it's better to live in the palace tonight. You can sleep well and face the next day." The gang of demons and ghosts in the palace are also energetic, so I can rest assured when I return to the Northland." Gray explained.

"Well, I can sleep well." Culis evoked a soft smile, then moved closer to Grai's cheek, and pressed a kiss, not as light as in the past when getting close, soft lips before leaving his cheek Grinding and biting it in small bites, the wet and chewy movement made Grai notice the weirdness but didn't know what the weirdness was.

In the end, Gray was still taken out of the church for unknown reasons.

With the door closed, the ancient church regained its former silence and its forgotten lonely attitude.

Just like the simple and ordinary wedding that it happened to witness, this church did not touch the sorrow and joy of God, did not destroy the anger of the devil, did not gamble the hatred of the soul, and did not insist on sacrificing life. Bland, no place for a story, fleeting, unimportant.

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