【Steel Refining Flame Steel】How to make the person I like also like me

Bad news after another.Although his stature is considered very thin among his peers, Edward Eric is still a normal 17-year-old male. Although he doesn't know how much he weighs, Roy Mustangu just goes to the gym twice a week to strengthen his decorative muscles. It is not easy for someone to carry him for a few miles-this kind of default setting that is often seen in Mary Su romance and Tanmei, unfortunately, does not apply to our protagonist for the time being, although he appears In order to be afraid that Ed would suddenly vomit on his back, he really used Ji Bao.

What also did not conform to the general line of attacking the king in Danmei was his mental state at the time.In the middle of picking up the girl, he was suddenly called by someone to save her, which made him very depressed, and the weight on his arms made him want to end the journey quickly.Not to mention that at that time, Roy was holding his coat in one hand and holding a delirious blond boy in the other as he squeezed through the crowd and walked out. Along the way, he kept harvesting the surprised, disgusted, or ambiguous gazes from everyone. Indeed, Mustangu almost believed for a moment that he had concocted the evil plan of drugging and dragging people home—and it looked exactly the same.

Fortunately, after being exposed to the cold and fresh air outdoors, Ed's mind was somewhat clearer.He flung himself off Roy's arms like a tantrum and nearly fell the shit out of him on the icy ground.So Roy didn't even bother to put on the outdoor coat immediately, and quickly bent down to support Ed who was crumbling, and was blown head-on by a cold wind blowing his face.Ed glanced at the shivering Roy, blew his nose in front of him, and wiped it on the latter's beautiful crimson shirt.

"You!" Roy gritted his teeth and took out a tissue, stuffed it in Ed's hand, and wiped the skirt desperately, grinding his teeth as if he wanted to say something.But when he finished wiping and turned his head, he saw that Ed had spread his legs and was about to wobble and run somewhere.He hastily pulled the bastard back and pulled him to his side.The boy then leaned on the man unceremoniously, and even rubbed his face against Mustangu's chest, then raised his face and smirked, and Roy suddenly felt angry like a balloon poked by a needle. .

Ed lowered his head and sneezed again, his eyes were red and glistening with tears.

Have a cold?Seeing this, Roy curled his lips, took off his scarf, and wrapped it around Ed's neck.The teenager let out a nervous, high-pitched laugh, which was also mixed with intermittent sneezing.Mustangu dragged him to the side of the road, shivering in the cold wind, trying to tie the knitted scarf over the head of the silly kid with inexplicable vitality, and for a moment he felt like he was picking up a hare in the street.Roy stood up discouraged, hurriedly put on his coat, and put his hands in his pockets.Looking down, Edward was actually looking up at himself with his neck up, his eyes sparkling under the light, and a strand of blond hair falling on the black scarf would look really good against him—if there were no snot bubbles on his face.

"What are you looking at?" Roy asked.

"Hahahahaha," Ed laughed out loud, "You idiot!"

Roy wanted to push him back into the bathroom, even if he had to bear his weight and everyone's disgusted faces again.

Fortunately, at that time, Habok finally came over.He poked his head out of the car, blinked incredulously at the scene in front of him, and said with a sigh of relief, "Wow, I saw the general dying, and thought he might fall asleep in the toilet I only asked you to help bring him out in the past, but I never thought that you would really bring him out, Boss!"

"I regret it." Roy said honestly.

"What's the matter? Did General Jiu go crazy..." Habo opened the door and jumped out of the car. Before he finished speaking, Ed broke free from Mustangu's arm and jumped out like an arrow. In the past, he turned over and tried to climb into the car, really like a wild rabbit.

The chicken-headed man was immediately petrified.Hubble rushed up and reached out to grab Ed's arm and then pulled it down.Ed laughed loudly, kicking his legs as he let himself be dragged down.Roy crossed his arms and watched the fight between the two golden retrievers, then closed his eyes exhaustedly and rubbed the bridge of his nose. Hubbock held Ed, who was blowing snot bubbles full of energy, and threw at him. To stare in amazement.

"Although the general is usually pretty good, but if he drinks too much, it's too..."

"There's not much wine." Mustangu sighed, leaned sideways on the car body, and was very indifferent to Ed's behavior of reaching out and grabbing Habok's bangs, "It should be that he accidentally ingested a high concentration of wine. LSD, it should just be the beginning now." Hubble's face turned green immediately, and Roy shrugged and looked away at the night scene in the distance, "He will have to suffer tonight."

Hubble was dumbfounded.He thought for a while, raised Ed a little higher and asked, "General, shall I call your family?"

Ed turned his head to look at Habok, but remained silent.

What do you mean by not talking?Habok asked again, "Where is your friend? Don't you have a roommate who lives with you? Your colleague, the Chinese?"

The young man slowly frowned, his pale face forcefully twisted into a wrinkled expression, "Lin... is also an idiot!"

Roy looked elsewhere and laughed.

Now Hubble didn't know what to do.He raised his eyes and looked at Mustangu, who looked at the sky and had nothing to do with him; he lowered his head and looked at Ed, and saw that the boy who was carried in the air by him had stopped laughing wildly at some point, his eyes Staring blankly at the flashing traffic lights on the side of the road.Hubbard said, "Then...so what?"

Roy still didn't look at him.He stared at the distance of the night for a long time, the cold wind ruffled his bangs, so he quietly wrapped his coat tightly.Hubble suddenly stopped talking.After a while, Ed stretched out his hand in the direction of the traffic light, as if he wanted to catch the flashing yellow light there.

"Al," he said.

This is obviously a meaningless sentence, at least for Mustangu at the time, it was tantamount to crazy talk.But for some reason, Roy turned his gaze back when he heard it, and stared at Edward for a while without saying a word.

It was a very short time, and Ed still doesn't know from which angle he should try to understand the man's eyes on him at that moment.Is it sympathy?Is it out of repayment for being picked up by Ed before?Is it because... I remembered something else?

None of this is known.All he knew was that Roy did look at him then, for the first time in a long time.After a long while, he suddenly said, "Didn't you call a taxi? Why did you come here in a car?"

"I can't get it!" Hubuke cried, "I borrowed Hawke's car. We need to find someone more reliable to take him home."

Mustangu shook his head, "He can't be alone tonight."

"That……"

Roy got up, opened the door of the back seat, and said softly, "Let him stay with me tonight, and I will return the car to Hawke tomorrow. Do you have a way to go back tonight?"

Hubble was stunned.He watched foolishly as Roy lifted Ed from his hands, carefully stuffed every part of the boy into the back seat of the car, closed it, and then opened the driver's door.

Hubbard said, "Boss."

Roy looked up.

"You seem to... seldom meddle in other people's affairs." Habok said.

Mustang paused, shook his head lightly and got into the driver's seat, "Indeed."

As soon as Mustangu stepped on the accelerator, there was a sudden thin scream from the backseat.He glanced back, only to see Ed pressing his entire face against the glass window, his golden eyes wide open.He sighed.

"I live quite close to here, please bear with me for a while."

"Where do you live?" The boy suddenly said very clearly.

"uh-huh."

"Don't you have no place to live?"

He seemed quite sober. "Yes, I just bought it recently, although I haven't cleaned it up much yet."

"I think the place where you live must be spherical."

Take back the foreword, sober ass.

"Huh?" Roy smiled and turned the steering wheel.The night is like water, and the streets are quiet and deserted.

"Spherical, floating in the air." Edward leaned against the door, his face pressed against the cold glass window.He blows his nose from time to time, looking at the peaceful night scene outside the window with fluttering eyes, "It's like milk foam, painted transparent milky white... Hey, can you not paint it milky white? I hate milk."

Roy shook his head with a smile, and looked at the traffic lights ahead, "That's why you're so short?"

As soon as the words fell, Mustangu regretted it.He immediately felt the back of the chair behind him being kicked hard, and a sharp cry went straight into the back of his head, "I'm not short!!! I'm not short! I'm not short!"

"Hey..." Mustangu was so frightened that he turned around and wanted to pull away the boy's thumping feet. Seeing that the traffic light was about to change color again, he quickly turned his gaze back, "Stop, stop! This car belongs to someone else!"

"I'm not short!! You are the short one!!" Another kick,

"Okay, okay, I'm short, I'm 1.5 meters, you are [-] meters, is it okay now?"

The boy finally calmed down.He sat back in his seat angrily.Roy glanced at the rearview mirror. The boy's blond hair was matted due to the excessive struggle, and his blond head sank into the soft cushion.The boy muttered unconvinced, "I'm not a dwarf."

Hearing this, he couldn't help sighing—I don't know how many times it was tonight, "Yes, you are not."

"Then...then you painted the house to look like milk foam!"

The high-pitched tone at the end of the sentence immediately tightened the nerves that Mustangu had just relaxed, and he quickly retorted, "Who told you that I was going to be painted like milk foam?"

"Didn't you say to use milky white paint?"

"When did I tell you that?"

"It must be milky white," the boy in the back seat insisted, "transparent, milky white."

"Why does it have to be transparent and milky white?" The man didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

"Well... because the place you live in is spherical, floating in the air."

"...I don't seem to have affirmed your determination of unknown origin."

"Huh? What?" Edward tilted his head in confusion.Roy thought, no matter how good the brain is, there are times when it cannot be turned around under unavoidable circumstances.

So he said patiently, "Why does my home have to be spherical?"

As a result, Ed himself seemed to be overwhelmed by the question.He frowned and wobbled in the back seat of the car, as if he was bound by this view, and his hands and feet were full of anxiety. Then he leaned back on the long back seat, stared at the roof of the car solemnly, and stretched out his hand to wipe it from time to time. Remove the snot bubbles on the face.Roy glanced back, almost laughing.

"Why... because..."

"because?"

"Hmm... because you have a bun face, right?"

Mustangu almost stopped the car, crashed his head on a utility pole and died with the crazy short man in the back seat.

He gasped, and finally stopped the car at the door.Roy turned to look at Edward.

"I'm not a bun face."

Ed was lying on his back in the shadows of the back seat of the car, the orange lights in the car cast fine specks of light on his face, hair, and eyelashes.The boy's eyes were filled with a golden smile, like fine wine.He looked up at Roy, smiled and said,

"You are."

As soon as Roy opened the car door, Ed Hare seemed to return instantly—if he had left.He jumped out of the car at once, and bumped into the lamp post on one side with great interest.Roy, who was locking the car, didn't care, when he heard a blunt sound behind him, followed by a scream.

"Why did you bump into the lamppost..." Roy quickly fished the boy back.

Ed rubbed his nose, "Al..."

"Al?"

Mustangu leads Edward like he is walking a nervous chipmunk.The boy raised his neck and looked around, walking tremblingly, and whistled at the wild fox squatting in the grass halfway.The fox glanced here in disgust and quickly jumped into the bushes. Roy wrapped his coat tightly and quickly took him upstairs.

Mustangula opened the door of the house and looked around. The room that had not been tidied up was in a mess. The opened cardboard boxes and luggage bags were lying on the ground with the door open, and the furniture in the living room and study room were still covered under plastic sheets—what do you think? Neither is a suitable place to raise little lunatics.The room was dark and unfamiliar, only the kitchen light was left off in a hurry when going out, and it glowed orange in the cold night.

He sighed, and cautiously pulled Ed to lead him into the room, lest he would fall down with a thud and hit himself with a bloody head.With his hand resting on Ed's thin shoulder, he gently pushed the young man who kept looking around and walked forward, silently calculating the next arrangement in his heart.The peak of the drug effect is two hours later, and the onset time is as long as 12 hours. The best way now is to let him go to bed quickly.

"Be careful with the cardboard boxes on the floor."

Ed nodded and sneezed softly.

Roy led Ed into the bedroom and pulled him to sit on his bed.The bed was facing the huge floor-to-ceiling windows, but the curtains hadn't been bought yet.Mustangu made a silent tick in his heart, then took advantage of the time and turned to turn on the heater.Unexpectedly, even at this moment, he was restless. He had just taken off his coat when he heard a heavy sound behind him.

"Snapped!"

Roy turned his head nervously, and saw that Ed had somehow rolled off the bed and was sitting on the ground rubbing his sore buttocks. Fortunately, there was a thick blanket there, and he looked alive and kicking like nothing Big problem.The night outside the window is lonely, and the pine forest blows out rolling waves under the cold wind. Fortunately, the sky is full of stars, and it is more beautiful from here than anywhere else.

But Ed didn't look at the stars, he looked at Roy.

Thinking of this, Mustangu couldn't help but turned sideways, deliberately looking away.

"Don't move," he hung up his coat, "I'll be right back."

Unlike the result of raising the flag under normal circumstances, he did come back soon, with two glasses in one hand and a wine bottle in the other.Ed lay on the edge of the bed watching him walk in and couldn't help laughing, a little regretful that the other party had changed the crimson shirt.

"Why did you change your clothes?"

"Being wiped with snot, no choice."

"It's a nice color," Ed said suddenly.

"That's for pick-ups only, and I won't take you." Roy shrugged nonchalantly, and sat down on the carpet next to Edward.Just as Ed was about to refute, he smelled the pine fragrance of the other party's loose blouse, and the thoughts accumulated in his mind disappeared in an instant.

However, Mustangu didn't seem to be aware of Ed's series of psychological fluctuations. He put the glass on the carpet, unscrewed the wine bottle, and poured half a glass each.

Roy asked, "Do you know what you ate?"

The boy snorted impatiently.

"After you come back from outside, you can't drink the original drinks." Roy couldn't help smiling when he thought of the spare key that Edward had hidden under the doormat before, "I've never seen anyone who has no common sense than me."

"Nonsense...a lot of stuff." Ed muttered, frowning.

"I'm too lazy to argue with you now." Roy handed the wine glass to Ed, and took a moment to look at the boy's dilated eyes, "The excitement stage is probably over, and I'm afraid the nerves will still break out." a little while."

The blond boy lowered his head, stared at the amber liquid in his hand in a dazed way, and shook it cautiously. The wine flowed with fine gold and gave off a sweet fragrance.

Ed said hoarsely, "Am I sitting on an overturned plane...? But it's not like floating."

"You can think so." The man straightened his legs, took a sip of the wine glass in his hand, and pointed to the bright starlight outside the window with the glass, "Midnight flight."

Ed really stared out the window for a while.

"I thought the only drink on the plane was beer," Ed said dryly. "I drank grapefruit juice."

"Sir, you are flying in first class, and you are served high-grade rum." He shrugged, "so that you can sleep as soon as possible."

Hearing this, the young man laughed unscrupulously, and Roy couldn't help curling the corners of his mouth.Seeing the young man laughing so hard that he couldn't breathe for a while, he quickly reached out and patted the young man's spine, and his fingertips ran across his thin and protruding back bones.

That finger seemed to be magical, and it was injected with silent stability in an instant.Ed stopped, feeling that the heating in the room began to take effect slowly, and the warm warmth crawled up the cold hands and feet little by little, even the fingers holding the glass no longer felt cold.He lifted the cup to his lips.The sweet wine moistened the dry lips, and like a liquid gem, it slid into the internal organs with a secret key, and quietly unlocked a certain lock on his body.

"What's this?" He suddenly said with unusual clarity.

"LSD." Roy replied immediately.

The boy tilted his head and pondered for a moment.

"Normal addicts," Ed put down his glass, wiped his mouth with his sleeve, "what will they do after taking this?"

"Ha, you're sure I know?"

"Say it." Ed patted the carpet impatiently, the muffled sound had no deterrent effect at all.

Roy pursed his lips with a smile, raised his head and looked out the window.A crow landed on the balcony, turned its head to the side and looked away.Under the brilliant starlight, the crow's black wings were also stained with a little bit of clear silver light, which made the ominous creature flying at night show a cute and naive look.

He said slowly, "I don't have much experience, but generally, I would find a quiet place, listen to music, and vape."

"Haha? What is the principle of this?"

Ed laughed and blew his nose again, and sneezed several times before he finished speaking.Mustangu tried his best to hold back his smile, and pulled a thick blanket off the bed sideways.The young man obediently raised his face, letting the man wrap himself into a ball.Roy's Edward had changed from a hare to a chipmunk, and now to a kitten thrown in the cloth pile.Thinking of this, he finally couldn't help laughing.

"Principle?" he said with a smile, "Did you think it was in your usual physics laboratory, Dr. Eric?"

"Music and music..." Ed covered his face with a smile, "Why such a combination?"

"I don't know, that's what they do."

"What about the big mouthful?"

Ed held the wine glass in one hand, and opened the other to Roy, and the other party couldn't help laughing when he saw it.

"Come on, I don't have it...now." Roy smiled and stretched out his hand, gently holding Edward's open palm.The boy suddenly held his breath.

The hot palm covered his own.The strong phalanges held his heart rather than his fingers.

"The music must be there." The hand was loosened, and Ed turned his face sideways, deliberately pretending not to see it.

Mustangu rubbed the bridge of his nose and shook his head lightly, "I didn't buy a player. It's too noisy."

"Huh? You don't like listening to music either?" Ed leaned his face to the side, "I hate it too, whether it's classical music or the current rock... I don't know what's good at all."

"Then you still want me to let go?"

"Listening to music can calm people down... There is a scientific basis for this." Ed said persistently, "Al...Al's right, what Al said."

Roy poured some more wine into his empty glass, "Al? I've heard you say it many times. Given what you said, I thought it was the dialect pronunciation of 'light bulb' somewhere.

Edward laughed.

"are you an idiot?"

"This is at least the third time you have expressed similar malice towards me. Here I solemnly answer you: fuck you."

Ed fell to the ground laughing so hard that he nearly knocked over his wine glass.

"Who is that? Your boyfriend?"

"Wow, you're not only an idiot...but also a pervert." Ed smiled and sat up, "Al is my brother—"

Hearing this, Mustangut specifically recalled the scene that happened unexpectedly at Eric's house before, and similar conversations seemed to have indeed happened.

"So it's your brother." He nodded, and then raised an eyebrow as if thinking of something, "Then when you asked your family just now, were you pretending to be stupid?"

This is terrible, Ed's face turned red.He immediately got up and yelled at Mustang in a hoarse voice, "Fart, what's the use of pretending to be stupid!? I..."

Mustangu quickly made a pause gesture, stretched out his hand to hold Ed's shoulder and gently pushed him back to his original position.

"Okay, okay," he said patiently, "then why don't you let your younger brother come and pick you up? You can't stay alone in this state, so I'll accompany you because I don't feel relieved. But if you have family members to take care of you, it will be even better. All right?"

Hearing this, Ed's face became even hotter. I don't know if it was because of the previous anger, or because of some random words.

Ed said dully, "Al...isn't here."

"Ok?"

"He went abroad to study for a doctor of medicine. In Paris, he even raised a cat... he can only come back during the holidays." The boy puffed up his cheeks depressedly.

"It's amazing." Mustangu praised.High IQ is really handed down in one continuous line.

"Al is the best person in the world." Ed said without hesitation, "There is no one better than him, never...you, don't believe it!"

"I believe it." He tried his best to hold back his smile to avoid the anger of the protective elder brother beside him, "You and your brother have a very good relationship."

Ed looked down at the glistening liquid in the glass, "We've been together... at least until he went abroad, two people."

Mustangu suddenly froze and did not speak.Ed turned his head to look at him, only to see that Mustangu had already turned his face sideways again, allowing his expression to be submerged in the shadow that the stars could not illuminate.Ed opened his eyes and tried to make out, but Mustangu was so far away from his perspective that he didn't know what to say to hook him back from so far away.And the other party's eyelashes and silhouette are so heartbreaking for a moment, as if the heating and fine wine can't warm him.

After a long time, he cleared his throat to break the long silence.Roy picked up the wine glass, looked away and asked,

"What about your parents?"

The boy didn't expect the other party to ask that suddenly.He paused, as if he was trying to get rid of some embarrassment, but when he really said it, the words were fragmented, "A man who is so stupid doesn't know... Mom... went to heaven a long time ago."

Hearing this, Roy turned and looked at Ed.Ed raised his face, only to see those black eyes, which Ed had always liked in private, were staring at him intently at this moment, and the black irises showed a faint silver gray under the starlight.

"Sorry," he said softly, "I shouldn't have asked."

"It's nothing, and it's not your fault...who would have expected such a thing as a disease?" Ed shook his head, "Also, Al and I have always been taken care of by good people, good people like family members who are connected by blood. Idaho ... that was many years ago and it's done."

Hearing this, Mustang did not speak for a long time.After a long while he shook his head, "It won't get better, losing is losing, and it won't get better after a long time."

After saying that, he put down his wine glass, his outstretched hand landed on Edward's upper arm, and then he slowly hugged the boy to his side.

Ed raised his face in surprise, almost thinking that what he saw and what he heard were all bad hallucinations caused by his own medication.However, at this moment, the gaze turned to him was so long, and the voice lingering in his ear was so gentle, he watched as Mustangu stretched out his hand, wrapped it around his shoulder little by little, and then pulled himself into his body By the riverside, the temperature came from all directions like a tide.

The crow flapped its wings and flew towards the faint stars overhead.He felt that he was a fluorescent jellyfish submerged in the sea. Alcohol, colds, and the effects of medicine made it difficult for him to recognize the so-called reality or unreality. He could only drift with the tide helplessly, waiting for himself to wake up from his dream ; but the fact of being embraced by Roy Mustang has the same impact that cannot be ignored like other parts of himself, such as a certain look cast, such as a certain expression—at that moment, Ed relied on The body in his arms has become a tall tower to hold the tide, his smile, his words, and his hugs are like a torrent washing over him from the inside out, stirring his trembling, self The cold heart that he didn't realize forced him to almost shed tears for a moment.

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