[Haen] I will sleep with you tonight

Enleco led Hagrid for a while. He was familiar with the way. He pushed aside a bush here, bypassed a few giant trees with twisted roots there, and soon stopped at a slanting On the small mound, he put down his luggage and looked far away, as if he had confirmed something, he breathed a sigh of relief, turned his back in an extremely relaxed manner, and smiled at Haigeello: "Look!".

Haigeello was fascinated.He has seen many smiles of the little magician, dignified, shy, false, cruel... But like this, the country's very vitality, proud and cheerful smiles are still rare.

He seemed to be infected and moved, and there was a faint sweet and happy smile on his lips.

When Hagrid used to be in Vedsk, he would often send the most delicate and beautiful red roses to Fenasia in the early morning to express his passionate love.But at this time, he suddenly fell into wandering thoughts, maybe he shouldn't have chosen Rose at that time.

--daisy.

He is more like a daisy, blooming in early spring, full of vitality... Haigeello thought eagerly, his hand was pulled suddenly by Enleco, he staggered, and stepped on the small mound.

Haigeello was taken aback by him.But soon, the shock was nothing to say, he saw what he wanted to see.They stood side by side, and along the slope below was an endless undergrowth, dotted with stars and white spots, which was fascinating.

Haigeello looked at the daisies all over the sky, his pupils shrank slightly, he was startled, and whispered softly: "...it's so beautiful here."

Enleco clapped his hands very proudly.

"So do I," he said. "Welcome to Sevina, my secret base."

The slope is gentle. Sitting here, the early summer mountain breeze blows, and Enleco can't help but narrow his eyes slightly.

He didn't care how expensive the clothes he was wearing, Enleko lay down on the slope with big characters, a few snow-white clouds floating in the blue sky.Everything seemed so beautiful and intoxicating, he closed his eyes gently, and seemed to be back to his childhood.

His careless gesture would probably trigger an unbearable scream if an upper-class person who knew a little bit about aristocratic etiquette saw him.

But Enleco didn't care.

If he hadn't stepped out of this small town, he might have always been an ordinary country boy, who grew up step by step, inherited his father's small grocery store, and lived a peaceful and warm life.There's nothing wrong with that.

Just like clothes, no matter how expensive the clothes are, they are only for wearing. They are good-looking and comfortable, but the essence of clothes is clothes. In the eyes of the little magician, it does not appear to be too precious.

It's just a piece of clothing.

So does he.

- I am me, I am the real me.

No matter how many crowns Enleco Pross has crowned, how many people he has dreamed of becoming, and how many legends he has created, he is still Enleco, he has not become someone else, he has only become himself.No matter what kind of self it is, it represents countless possibilities.

'I just became myself. 'This is what Enleco has been looking for, confused, and finally able to say to himself.

Just like at this moment, not only did he sit unkempt on the grass covered with mud, but he also stretched out his hand and sent a semi-mandatory invitation to the noble duke with a smile.

"together?"

For the first time, His Excellency the Duke did not despise the rudimentary 'carpet' of this scene (it is not only rudimentary), but felt that it had a different flavor, and simply sat down like the little magician.

Haigeello put down his hood, and under the sun, his half-length blond hair looked even brighter. He probably couldn't imagine how gentle and happy his face was at the moment.

It was an expression of indulging in happiness enough to be intoxicated, as if the whole person was glowing.

Suddenly, as if remembering something, the little magician sat up abruptly, straightened his hat, folded a daisy from the side, and handed it to Hagrid.

He was also very casual: "You gave me so many flowers before, so I'll give you one now." Enleco turned the flower branches, dragged his voice, his dark eyes were full of smiles, very moving , "The daisies produced in Sevina are incomparable with the most delicate and beautiful roses in Vedsk. Do you accept them?"

How could Hagrid refuse.He took the daisy, and invariably recalled the old memories of the past, thinking of the poor creature who held a red rose and prayed for hopeless love in front of Miss Feinasia's door.

He whispered: "Of course, my honor." He closed his eyes and adjusted his agitated emotions, "Have you ever heard a poem about daisies?"

"Ok?"

He looked at the little magician and intoned:

"I'm in love, I don't say anything, I just see you smiling across the face.

I love, only my heart perceives, I don't need to know your feelings for me.

I cherish my secrets, and I cherish the slight sadness that never turns into pain.

I swore, I love, hopeless, but not without happiness

——As long as I can see you, I am satisfied. "

Although he was flipping through it casually, Haigeello remembered this little poem very clearly.The proud son of heaven in the past naturally sneered at this, but later he seemed to see the dejected, poor, unloved self in it.

He said hoarsely, "Because of this, the flower language of daisies is the love hidden deep in my heart."

There was a sudden sense of sadness in my heart for no reason, but I was more thankful, thankful that I had gained something.

After all, this is impossible.

Enleco commented: "I am not reserved. Of course, you were not reserved at all. To be honest, the roses that filled the whole room really made me amazing and extremely embarrassing." It was the first time to receive so many precious roses...and the first time to be sent flowers by a man.

Haigeello said with a smile: "But it doesn't matter, and it's not hidden now. I guess-you put this in your mouth, I hope I see your sincerity... Is that what you mean?"

The sky was clear, and my little thoughts were exposed under the blue sky and white light. Even if it was just a temporary thought, Enleco didn't dare to say no.

Enleco was a little depressed, but seeing His Excellency the Duke's eye-catching expression, as if he would dare to kiss the other party as long as he dared to say a word, he still walked around in a reserved manner: "You send I am a rose, and I will give you a daisy, just right."

Haigeello picked up the flowers and said with a sneer, "I gave you roses for courtship. Is this the same for you?"

"..."

Can it still work?

Enleco tried to condemn him with his eyes, but with little success.The Duke was confident, restrained his expression, stared at him, and repeated in a soft begging tone: "Are you too?"

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The short poem in the article quotes French poet Musset's "To Ninon", a poem about secret love.