Atlas Double Star Book

"Neil wake up, Neil."

The young man who smelled of alcohol fell asleep lying on the table, and the long-haired cat rested its chin on his arm.

Looking at the empty wine glasses on the ground and the sleeping knights, Egg rubbed his temples, so he hated crowds, these guys must have been arguing like a group of chickens waiting to be fed last night.

Egg sat down and continued to call his apprentice softly: "Wake up, you have to go home." Neil continued to sleep soundly, apparently exhausted.

Just when Egg was about to tell the bad news, someone gently hooked his fingers and stroked from the root of the finger to the palm... It turned out that Trand, who was lying on the bench, woke up. The man smiled lazily and looked at Egg was in a daze.The morning light is still cold, and the two breathe slowly. The emerald and light gray eyes stare at each other. This long-lost tenderness will not be unfamiliar. After all, they have shared spring water, hands, disputes, words before farewell, and childhood together. One hot afternoon after another.

Oasis Star.If there are seasons in the pupils, then Egg knows everything in those green eyes.Trander snorted, as if his childish fingers hooked him to his heart's content.Egg tried to remember, was that how Trand looked at him two years ago when he woke up from his sleep?

"Hi..." Trander smiled slowly, brushing the ends of his hair casually.

Yes, this is how the man always looks when he first wakes up.Egg closed his eyes and took a deep breath, holding the hand that was stroking his face: "Good morning, dirty little lion."

haven't seen you for a long time.The travelers are thirsty, and the well water is close at hand.

It's just not the time yet, both of them knew that this longing must be kept secret, after all, Egg was the son of a sinner, and Trand was the head of the Royal Seventh Knights.Some knights had already woken up, and the proprietress was preparing breakfast. Egg turned around nonchalantly and said, "Listen, Neil, your teacher is packing his luggage. He's leaving the capital this morning."

Neil almost jumped up, startling the dozing cat.

"Teacher? Go? Today?"

"At least that's what he said when I just walked him home."

"How could it be! Impossible, he's talking nonsense." Neil's expression changed instantly, and the alcohol that hadn't subsided boiled again.

Trander stretched his waist, and interjected, "The little silver-haired beauty keeps what she says, and you two are so stubborn." He also took the opportunity to slip a few candies into Egg's hand.

"It's not fair, how, how could he do this!" Neil was in a mess, like a jar full of glass beads shattered, and the bouncing words were scattered all over the ground, and he couldn't catch them.What he was originally afraid of was that the two would argue endlessly after the reunion, but now...

If he comes home and sees a fireplace that has just been extinguished, a tidy room, and a note, then he...

"Why is the teacher always like this? I know this person too well...he thinks it's good for me to leave without saying goodbye, so he just does it. This person only thinks 'should be rational', and never considers my feelings, never .”

Neil stood upright with his sword in hand. He hoped that he looked okay so that no one would feel pity.

"He has never looked into his own heart at all... What does reason mean to him? Is it a star that guides the lost in the cold night? No, never! I tell you, Peleas - never because He was happy with his so-called rational choice, this person is a masochist, and he is still intoxicated! For so many years, he has always been like this...he has never...never cherished himself. "

Neil's voice fluctuated from high to low, and he was choked by panting from time to time.The two friends couldn't help becoming serious.

Seeing the trembling proprietress and the cat hiding on the cabinet, Neil swallowed hoarsely: "I'm sorry, I'm too excited...I'll go back now and have a good argument with that person."

Egg suddenly remembered that the blond boy was facing the wilderness, and his former home was gone.Peleas did the same, envoyed 15-year-old Neil to the Duke, and then let himself and the entire library be swallowed up.At that time, he was by Neil's side, seeing the red-rimmed eyes of the boy who had nothing, and suppressed sobbing.

Yi Ge softened his heart: "It's okay, Peleas may just... drank too much."

Seeing his lover standing so close to the silly boy, Trander twitched his ears with jealousy, stepped forward and pushed Neil away, put his arms around Egg's waist angrily and said, "That's right, it's too unkind. You're out here After fighting hard for a year, he was stabbed by the barbarians by the Lugeli River, holding a pen and paper every day to write some nasty letters, and always looking at the morning star and thinking about some messy things... Could it be that when he finally returned home, he would Welcome you with such a cold attitude? This kind of wife is no good!"

"Go away." Egg said coldly, and Trander immediately behaved.

"He won't leave, right...?" Neil opened his mouth, and after hesitating for a moment, he suddenly felt that this sentence was too childish and ridiculous, so what if he got a comforting answer?His silver mage is as stubborn as the moon, and he knows his own star path. No matter how much love and reluctance poured into him, the lone star never stays in tears.

But people are not the same as stars... Can't humans change?Is the teacher so hard-hearted, even if he begged hard?He just wanted to hold his burning heart in his hands, and he just wanted to dedicate the best of everything to that person.But Peleas would rather abandon everything again, their home, their collection of books, the dog they raised together, the decorations brought by their friends from all over the place, and the almond tree they had just planted in the spring of the previous year.Everything the two had built together over the decades seemed to be of little consequence.

Just as the tide has submerged the forgotten stone statue, anger far outweighed sorrow, and Niergen was flushed. He shook Egg's hand, and quickly put on his cloak and leather gloves.

"He can't go. I won't let him get his way any longer."

After all, the wooden door closed heavily.

The twilight of uneasiness floated in the east, and even if he leaned on the carriage for a short rest, Pelias was exhausted.

He and Neil's home can already be seen from a distance. The stone house on the outskirts of the city is built on a hill, with two floors on the ground. There are old oak trees with large shade in the courtyard, and grape trellises for shade... The house was picked by Neil himself, and he said it was exactly like the one in his dream.Neighbors live far away, and occasionally farmers or shepherds drive by, so quiet that he can often hear the sound of hot wind blowing over the grassy hills.Neal had picked it right, and Peleas liked it here.When Neil wasn't home, he was alone in his study or lab.When Neil came back, he greeted him at the door. The two touched their cheeks and hugged each other. After dinner, they stayed together by the fireplace to read or chat.If Neil came back early in the summer, they would go for a walk by the creek and watch the sunset change colors on the other side of the hill...

But this kind of life is wrong, and Peleas now understands that his mistakes are buried deep in the falsehood called "family affection".

Opening the door, Peleas lit a candle, and everything he was familiar with emerged from the gloom.

finally arrived at home.

Scholars survey the room, from the wool-knit tablecloth to the plain cushions on the chairs, the sunflower tapestries adorning the walls.It can be seen from the objects that the owner of the house likes to decorate the house very much.These are all Neil's handwriting. The child has been keen on making the house comfortable since he was a child. The place where he sits must have soft cushions, and the reading table must have a stove and a samovar.If a scholar lives by himself, apart from the necessary supplies, he will not even have an extra blanket.The room was warm, and Peleas wanted to drink tea just by smelling it.Kara, their golden retriever, ran over to rub against his leg, whimpered and wagged its tail, looked at Peleas, and then at the luggage on the table.

Almost everything was packed before, but he never thought that he would leave so early.Maybe another week... three days?No, it can't be delayed any longer, not even a second.

There is still a pile of sketches on the table that have not been cleaned up.For many years, he has maintained the habit of drawing Neil, and the finished drawings even need to occupy several rows of bookshelves.The young man in the painting smiled somberly, but the real Neil wouldn't show that look, and the boy was always a happy summer.

Pelias lowered his eyes. In the final analysis, he could not give Neil anything... He failed to train the boy to be an outstanding warlock, nor could he guide Neil on the path of knighthood.Even the tenderness and love in the past became the source of misleading Neil.

He took the drawing and walked to the fireplace, the fire was dim.Peleas' fingertips moved along the outline of the young man in the painting, and finally stopped at the pair of blue eyes.What a beautiful eye, it is not easy to describe the light and color flowing in it, you must be careful when you paint, as if the paint is really moving on the fragile crystal of the eyeball...

Candlelight is lonely, and everything outside the page has nothing to do with him, only the boy in the painting is with him, as close as they were before the incident.

Only by facing the sketch can he really stare at Neil.

Perhaps the paintings can be taken away?It's not a big deal, when he returns to the academy, he can occasionally find these paintings in the middle of the night to see Neil...

The fire was restless, and he held the sketch, feeling that what he was holding in his hand was his own sense of guilt.

"No, no, I can't do this. Neil doesn't need my miss, he has already started his own life, hasn't he?"

Perhaps what really pained him was not that Neil no longer needed him, but that Peleas found himself unable to do without Neil.This is morbid and makes no sense.

Yes, his boy has grown up.Neil will be officially canonized as a knight soon, and when he meets the girl he loves, he will mourn for love like all young people, and then... the red berries for the wedding will be ready, and all his friends will come , everyone put the salt and blue pebbles into the hands of the groom, and Neal gave them to the girl.Then one day, Neil will understand his father's feelings and have his own real home.

Should be happy for Neil.Only thinking so, Peleas smiled.The flames are gentle, and the scholar's eyes see only a vague past.

If he hadn't lived with Neil, he would have no concept of "home".Warmth, comfort, intimacy... Now that these have been given by the boy, it's time to give them back.

"You are like a storm, always answering: no."

Peleas got up and gently placed the drawing on the firewood.The smoke and ash dissipate quickly, to the air, to the incomprehensible sigh.

"Okay, now leave a note for Neil, just write...write..." Peleas swallowed, picked up the quill and put it down again, his hands were shaking so badly that he couldn't control it at all, he smiled embarrassedly.

After sitting quietly for a while, he stabilized the pen holder again.Maybe you can tell Neil that the academy will send him back to the branch north of Bald Mountain first... just write "to continue the experiment with monsters".The library is only two or three days away from the imperial capital, and he can stay there for a while, and then follow the Deenrians who shepherd the "beast" to go south to the college along Mount Balder, which is what he has always been wish.

Really too tired to finish writing this note, Peleas fell asleep on the table.

He dreamed of a young knight in armor, going far away.He dreamed of the fog, the torrential rain rushing from the south, the dark clouds covering the time, and his figure reflected in the water curtain on the window.Under the high tower, the young man was still wandering, his blond hair was dripping with rain, and the family crest of the peregrine falcon with wings was engraved on his shoulder armor.And he made up his mind.

Finally, the boy glanced at the window and rode away.He stood by the window, watching his friend's back disappear into the mountains.Hein had to go, and he stayed.Once they were one fire, and then they split into two.They are the identified South and North, destined to be themselves only.

Ren he had dreamed several times, the rainy night of farewell has never changed, and he will never have time to say goodbye.

Pelias woke up unwilling to sleep any more.

The room is groggy, and the wood grain on the table is no different from the valleys and ravines in the morning light.The sound of cock crowing came from a farmhouse in the distance. It was already dawn, and the scholar stretched his back, feeling even more tired after a nap.

He found an extra vase on the table, with a bouquet of pure white lily-of-the-valley flowers tied with his favorite gold ribbon.

?

There was movement in the kitchen.

"Kara?" Peleas whispered, but the golden retriever was napping at his feet, so what was in the kitchen... He hesitated for a while, and finally walked to the kitchen.

There was the sound of a knife cutting soft bread, the samovar boiled, and the teaspoon touched the wall of the cup inadvertently.And the sound of that man's footsteps.

Obviously this home has been deserted for a year, but as soon as Neil comes back, all the previous color temperatures will be revived.Peleas leaned against the door lintel, he just wanted to listen quietly for a while, Neil seemed to be opening the cupboard, the jars of candied fruit were clinking, he probably wanted to prepare a samovar.

"Tsk, the hawthorn jam has grown hairs." Neil said.

Yes, there is still jam at home, Pelias had long forgotten.

"Let's pick fresh ones in autumn and make them again... I don't know if we can still buy peaches in the market. It's almost the season. It would be nice if there is peach jam," the young man said to himself.

Peleas couldn't help laughing, Neil doesn't like sweets, why is he so busy making snacks as soon as he gets home?The sweet scent of fruit tea permeated the room, and the golden retriever woke up as soon as he moved his nose, barking happily.

"Kara!" Neil ran out of the kitchen excitedly, hugged his dog and kissed it again and again. The golden retriever barked like a whistle, jumped up and down on its hind legs, and Neil grabbed its dog. Front paws, the two good friends danced.

God, Peleas clutched his chest and had to draw this scene.

The golden retriever looked at Pelias, and Neil realized that the teacher was standing at the door of the kitchen. He seemed to be stunned for a moment, his interrupted smile was too late to hold back, and his eyes were full of hesitation.

Pelias also avoided the eyes of the students, but this behavior made him frustrated... He had clearly decided to be calm before, so why was he so vulnerable when they met?

Neil saw the packed luggage and the paper and pencils on the table that were too late to clean up, and guessed that Peleas was writing a farewell letter.The pot on the fireplace was bubbling and bubbling, and the aroma of broth came out.It seems that the teacher has even changed into his travel attire, and the short boots are left at the door... What's wrong with this man?Could it be that Peleas wanted to take last night's quarrel as a final farewell?Like the eve of his expedition last year, like 9 years ago?Neil's anger returned, and he walked up to the teacher in two or three steps.Pelias also seemed guilty, looking down at the ring of Venus in silence.

The ring... Neil couldn't help touching the hilt of the sword at his waist, the beams of stars were like thorns.

Yes, this is Gein and Adrian's star.

The ring and sword adorned with sixteen-pointed gold stars belonged to the teacher and his father respectively... Neil was stuck in the throat.It's not like he didn't know who Peleas had loved, although the teacher always kept his mouth shut.

"I am back."

"..." Peleas urged himself to respond, but he could only nod reluctantly.

Neil took the teacher's hand and touched the ring of Venus that had been treasured for many years.The scholar froze, almost stopped breathing, as if the slightest draft would send him into the abyss.The long hair hanging down covered his vision, and Neil couldn't help but brush the hair away for the teacher. The touch of water was exactly the same as back then.

The light and shadow of the fire outlined the lines between the man's eyebrows and eyes, and Neil remembered that he had crossed a covered bridge, where he saw the boundary sea at sunset for the first time.

Staring at the cyan blue of the Liaoyuan, Neil was thinking at that time, why the lights of different shapes are not stingy with all the beautiful lines in the world?And why can human beings pass this kind of obsession from the pupils of the eyes to the bottom of their hearts?There is only darkness in us, but we store the impressions of light and color throughout our lives.And if that man's eyes were not gold, would he still love the dusk, the flames, the backlit great lake, the mirror hanging high in the dawn, the falling fruit, and the dying horizon?

But now, looking at Peleas, his eyes are full of tears.

Neil was really screwed... the anger he had built up along the way melted away, and he just couldn't get angry with this guy.If something is destined to be like this... He doesn't regret what he did, whether it was sacrificed for it back then, or this long and fruitless love, Neil doesn't regret it.This man deserves everything. If the almond tree is to bloom white, wouldn't the spring day painstakingly offer the rain, the warm wind and the blue moment?

Thinking about it this way, what do you want?

Maybe... as long as the stove is warm enough for the man to read, and as long as he walks through the evening hills, he doesn't feel sad.That's all.

So Neil shook his head and said with a soft smile, "It's nothing, let's eat first..."

The two enjoyed a hearty breakfast together.Neil made fennel beef soup, fruit tea with dried apricots, oatmeal soft bread and cheese.Fortunately, people in the village often borrowed the oven that Neil set up outside the house, and the oven did not accumulate any dust and could be used directly. Neil simply baked two honey apples for dessert.In the past, as long as he was free, he would use this stone oven to bake bread and bake snacks, and the peasant women who borrowed the oven would often send them some milk, eggs, fruits and vegetables as a thank you gift. Pelias stored the ingredients in the freezer cellar.

Facing a table of hot food, both master and apprentice were very happy.They chatted about things that they hadn't had time to share with each other in the past year, and they talked about the status quo of old friends.When Peleas talked about the duke's interesting experiences in the island country, Neil also became more and more excited the more he heard it, and almost took out the disgusting wooden sculpture given to him by the knight commander, but fortunately he held back, otherwise if the teacher saw that penis Shaped woodcut squid...

Peleas took a sip of hot tea and said, "How long has it been since we had dinner together like this?"

"When I was on the front line, I often cooked for the Knights. Sometimes I had to figure out how to use the local food. There is a kind of blue-purple moss in the Great Ice Field. I found that after they are dried, they are the best dipping sauce, and they have no taste. The dry bread and wheat porridge served with moss powder are delicious. It would be more delicious if you can sprinkle pepper and sesame seeds, but there is no such condition on the battlefield. At that time, I thought, when I go home, I must let you, the Duke and Egg Try it, we can roast lamb, or wait until sturgeon season..."

"Okay," Peleas smiled, "but you really...can be distracted and think about these things even in an emergency."

Neil shrugged, got up to serve the soup: "No way, I like cooking. Sometimes as long as I think of making something you like..." Shouldn't I say that?After finally getting along happily with the teacher, Neal didn't want to bring up these troubled feelings for the time being.

Just as he was thinking this way, the wooden spoon in his hand was crooked, and the boiling soup poured directly on his hand.It was so hot that Neil couldn't hold the wooden bowl, and the thick soup spilled all over the floor.

"Neil!" The scholar hastily held the student's hand.The tip of the index finger was a little red and swollen, but luckily it wasn't burned.Peleas was filled with remorse, because he let Neil cook around the stove since he was a child, and this kid was often burned... Thinking of the little boy biting his lips tightly and swallowing tears, he couldn't help but say: : "It doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt, the teacher will give you medicine in a while, let's blow it first."

Peleas gently sucked his red fingers, trying to comfort the child.

"Woo..." Neil was stunned.

The soft and wet mouth, the tip of the man's tongue touched his index finger, and a few strands of silver hair hanging down swept the inside of his wrist, but he didn't feel itchy, because half of his body was numb.Obviously, the teacher often did this when he was a child, but he absolutely did not expect...in this situation, Peleas' subconscious actions would be so...sexy.

Neil took a deep breath, heat flowing through his body.

Hearing the student's panting, Pelias looked up suspiciously, and suddenly realized that he was actually holding the man's finger in his mouth.

"!!!" Pelias was so overwhelmed that he couldn't even pretend to be calm, but instead coughed dryly from saliva.Neal immediately brought water, patted the teacher on the back, and Pelias knocked over the glass in panic.

After cleaning up the mess, the two finished the meal in silence, the laughter and laughter before disappeared, and no one went to heat the fruit tea when it was cold.The predicament just now made Pelias even more determined. He said, "Neil, I have something to discuss with you."

"Yeah." Neil absently teased the dog with a wooden squid.

"I... it's like this, you know, our situation is unique, I mean two people share the 'roster'. So the academy wants me to report regularly to the wandering warlocks, and Heather is my patrol. You may have seen her , she was tall, with fair hair like the direfolk."

Neil nodded: "I saw her in the tavern last night."

"Well, I mean... you also know that I am studying monsters, right? You have seen all the specimens in the laboratory. But if I don't observe the living ones, it is still difficult for me to figure out why they can use the 'book' How is the power different from a warlock?"

"Don't keep that kind of thing at home." Neil snatched the toy from the dog's mouth and threw it to the door.

Pelias was a little angry, he didn't mean it in the first place.But now is not the time to be awkward, he has to try to get Neil to accept that even if the young man loses his temper or does something absurd, he should remain calm.Peleas pulled up the chair, sat down face to face with the students, and said patiently:

"I want to observe living monsters. You know, there are several branches of the academy in Bald Mountain. Although they can't teach spells, they can teach people general knowledge such as medicine, and the branches have libraries and laboratories. There I can raise monsters. The branch closest to the empire is in the mountains east of Itil, and..."

Neil changed his words: "You can keep it in the basement, and I'll build you a cage."

"Listen to me, I... just went there to work for a while, you see, that branch is only one day away from Itil, and Itil is only two days away from the imperial capital..." Peleas was still searching for more Decent speech, he was prepared to deal with the anger of the students, Neil would certainly not agree, the Bernhards were all stone tempered.

However, Neil was unusually calm, and tidied up the dishes slowly: "That's good, it's good... Work is very important, you go, there's nothing wrong with it."

The scholar was stunned for a moment, would things really go so smoothly?Peleas didn't believe it. He had been dealing with the Bernhard family all his life, from his teacher Pross to Hein and Neal. I'm afraid it would be difficult for anyone in the world to be more stubborn than these three people.Neil's straightforward consent must be due to some kind of strategy.

Neil was pouring leftover soup into a bowl and stacking the cutlery.After about half a minute, he said: "I suddenly understood something... In fact, I just hope that you can work freely, sleep at night with peace of mind, and eat your favorite dishes when you wake up. Perlia, I just want to live with you. I don't have to think about our relationship, and I don't need to be surprised by people's opinions... So please don't go, are we still as good as before? Just pretend that nothing happened last night, what Doesn't count...isn't that even okay?"

Peleas was silent for a long time, then whispered, "I have to leave today."

With his back turned to him, Neil raised his head and took a deep breath, his voice almost trembling: "Okay, fine, that's good, that's it... I won't force you..."

After a long pause, Neil finally finished speaking: "But at least you go back to bed and sleep for a while, gather up your strength before starting, and I'll take you there."

Peleas refused, on the pretext that he had made an appointment with the sorceress.

After that, Neil really didn't bother him any more, he just cleaned the house silently, repacked his luggage, and put in the things that were almost left behind.

In this endless dispute, it was really Neil who first compromised.

Looking at the lonely figure of the young man, Pelias didn't want to imagine what it would be like for Neil to live alone in the future... The last time he looked at the house, he had never really known "home" except for the time he lived with the boy the concept of.However, he must destroy this attachment with his own hands, he is no longer needed here... Only in this way can the boy have a real home.Maybe when he came again in four or five years, Neil would welcome him on the porch, introduce him to his wife and children.

Perhaps at that time, he will have the courage to go back to his friend's grave and tell Hein and Aglaya that their son has grown up and lived happily in the world.

Peleas closed his eyes, snuggled up against the leaves in the wind, at least this time he could say goodbye calmly.

The master and apprentice drank some hot milk together again, chatting about the past, pretending that neither of them cared about the upcoming parting.Before leaving, Peleas blessed the students and vowed to write frequently.Neil just wants him to eat on time, go to bed on time, and remember to add clothes when it's cold.

In fact, the scholar really wants to tell Neil at the end: no matter what happens, no matter where he is, he will miss him and love him.But Pelias gave up anyway, he was such a person after all.

Neil hesitated to speak, looking as sad as in that painting: "Pelia, please tell me something, at least..."

"Then I promise that when you need... I will definitely come back to you. I sincerely, sincerely look forward to your happiness."

The young knight stopped, threw his bag aside as if he couldn't bear it, and closed the door: "So, you are really hopeless."

After finishing speaking, Neil grabbed his waist with one hand, clamped his jaw with the other hand, and pressed the teacher against the door panel.

Just when Pelias was about to understand—the feeling of being invaded by the mouth, the brute force, and the hot and humid exhalation suddenly pulled his thoughts away completely, and the suffocation drove him to struggle, but he was paralyzed by the upwelling Feeling overwhelmed again.Pelias was powerless to resist, and could only sink into that arm drowsily, like a waiting spring, letting his greedy lips ask for it.

The author has something to say: Thank you friends for leaving me a message, come and play with me =w= This is super satisfying~ The popularity does not matter to me, the important thing is that I have fun writing and bring you some happy~

And congratulations to the friends in the third year of high school. After a year of hard preparation, the college entrance examination has successfully ended!I hope everyone can continue to work hard and move forward for the life they want.