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

By the time Ed got out of the dark tunnel, it was already almost dark, as if he had tried his best to get out of one darkness, and then fell into another, which was tiresome.Calculating the time, I estimate that the next movie after "Snow White and the Big Bad Wolf: Love, Love, Love, I'm Waiting for You - 3D Version" is coming to an end. The special car drove the two of them to the theater, and I was afraid that they could only see the scene of the doorman closing the door and sweeping the floor. Thinking about it carefully, this scene might not be any less boring than the money laundering movie.

In short, for missing that masterpiece and wasting two movie tickets, Edward Eric and Roy Mustang, who had previously had a lively discussion on the production and scheduling of the movie in the carriage, agreed He showed a detached calm and indifference, and was even somewhat relieved that this hour and a half was wasted in the subway instead of in the theater.The only thing that upset Ed was the fact that he learned from Mustang in the tunnel that even if he didn't go, the tickets he booked were still counted as box office.In this regard, he almost sulked for 20 minutes after Mustang told himself all this - after all, the other party was already the most specific object of his anger that he could perceive.

"Why?" Edward said indignantly as he stepped on the railroad tracks, "Isn't this the overlord's clause? I didn't even bother to read it, but it's still included in the order!"

"I told you it wasn't money laundering at the box office." Mustangu couldn't laugh or cry, "Even if there are zero seats—I suspect it is zero—the goal will be achieved."

Edward turned his head and immediately glared at Mustangu with an expression of looking at shit, as if the man in front of him who repeatedly denied his views and had inexplicable knowledge of certain details was a party involved in a dirty conspiracy.As soon as the suspect realized this, he immediately showed a look of disgust, and immediately expressed his firm determination that even if he wanted to launder money by making bad movies, he would never participate in such a shit project.

"Oh," Ed snorted, "It's obviously the movie you chose.

"I don't want to take the blame," Mustangu hurriedly made a gesture of surrender, "You are the one who denied "Fifty Shades of Red", "The Last Days of Einstein" and "The Call of Africa" ​​one after another."

"It was you who said that you wanted to see how fake the lead actress's silicon breasts are!"

"It's you who said you were so stupid to want to see the CG effect of the big bad wolf."

"Then what are you going to shoot?"

Mustang thought for a moment.

"120-minute theatrical version of "Happy Oak Friends"." Mustang Gu Zheng said, "I want to watch the chipmunk in it die 5 times every 24 minutes to take revenge on society."

"What kind of revenge on society is that?" Ed looked contemptuous, "We watch this every day during our lunch break in the office."

Mustang looked at Edward in disbelief.

"There are too many slots in the way of blood splattering. The biology lab downstairs said that it is impossible for blood to splatter in this shape." Ed shook his head indifferently, and a small mouse sprinted past in horror at his feet. , "Everything else is pretty good, I especially like the episode where the chipmunk cuts off his eyes to make lemonade."

After a while, Mustangu spoke sincerely.

"I lost." Mustangu sighed in admiration, "Your chipmunk family is so convincing."

"... What family are you talking about?"

Edward was basking in the first part of the day's two dark periods.He plugged in his earphones and turned down the volume, and walked crookedly on Chopin and railroad tracks with his hands in his pockets. From time to time, Mustangu gave him half admiring and half "do you have cat cake" eyes.He didn't care, the dark tunnel made him suffer from claustrophobia and anxiety attacks, like boiling water bubbling in an iron pan, and the existence of Mustango made his heart flutter and he was so nervous that he didn't know how much distance he should keep. Not even a single sentence of stupid dialogue could calm his mind.

The young man's imagination widened. He imagined the dark tunnel as a pen refill filled with ink. The whistling cold wind surged in the cramped space accompanied by the nocturne, while he slipped the refill step by step. Li moved forward slowly, beside the track, beside Roy.The flow of people packed into the carriages formed an endless queue, and the people who followed behind were irritated and uneasy, but Roy Mustangu's sight occasionally drifted over, even if he turned his face in a hurry and pretended not to be looking at the other party, he could still see it. clearly felt.It wasn't a very affectionate look, there was no intentional ambiguity or superfluous tenderness, it was more like just confirming that Ed was still there, the boy who was so short that he would disappear into the darkness or the crowd in the blink of an eye was indeed still standing On the track, advancing beside him like a tightrope walker, or a psychopath—and it suddenly seemed to Edward that that was enough, if only that.

If you abandon the pink filter of admiration, the smile of the other party is not always so natural, and the temperature of the other party's gaze seems to be no warmer than the fingers that are tightly clenched in the pocket due to nervousness at the moment.But in the biting cold wind, his occasional glances at the young man were so reassuring, as if he had picked him up in the cold darkness, like catching a falling bird from a high altitude.

When walking out of the tunnel, Ed was almost disappointed for a moment, unable to figure out his own heart at the moment.As soon as the guy who was eager to meet his long-distance girlfriend climbed onto the platform, he scrambled and ran out, and the rest of the crowd also scolded and found their way to their destination; only Ed and Roy looked at each other at the subway entrance. , Self-awareness worked hard along the route for a long time, but finally lost the goal.

"What should I do?" Mustangu said desperately, "I don't know this place."

"You don't know?" Ed raised an eyebrow.

"I just moved here not long ago."

"But you don't want to..." Ed frowned, and pointed to the signpost, "The science and technology center you are going to interview next week is on this road, haven't you been here before?" He followed the research before All the people came together.

Hearing the words, Mustangu leaned over and stared at the road sign seriously for a moment, then shrugged.

"Never been before."

Now it was Ed's turn to be curious, "I thought it was a job requirement for you to check the spots in advance."

"It's our job requirement."

"then you……"

Roy lowered his head and smiled at Edward's probing eyes.Ed suddenly realized.Ouch, that bastard.

"You, you, you," Ed just wanted to point his finger at him, but he quickly retracted his hand due to the cold wind, "You dare to neglect your duties at work, how did you get yourself into this position? Is the leader's wife going to bed!"

"Unfortunately, it's really not. But you really never forget our first meeting. Could it be that you are jealous?"

"I'm jealous of your sister," Ed almost spat at the other party, "I want to sue your leader and ask the painter downstairs who is decorating the morgue for the biology laboratory to borrow two buckets of red paint to paint the white wall in front of your TV station." , Expose all your scandals about sleeping with the director’s wife and not doing necessary preparations at work, and write a 500-word essay.”

Hearing such a blatant threat, Mustangu smiled recklessly.

"Don't, don't, don't," he put his arm around Ed's shoulder, and the boy's bones froze in less than 20 seconds, "Can't I bribe you with beer?"

"No," Edward said with a proud face, still reluctant to break away from the other party's arms, "I still want to eat a cone." He casually pointed to the convenience store across the road.

Mustang grinned, turned around and actually walked across the road towards the convenience store.Ed stood there in disbelief for a while, and then saw him coming with a bag of beer and a cone.

A handsome, smoldering young man holding a beer and a cone looking around and crossing the road in the cold wind must be very funny from another perspective, but at this moment Ed tried his best not to rush up to kiss him .

The cone was made of crushed apples and hazelnuts. Ed couldn't understand why Mustangu had to fight with apples to insist on his health concept with very weak scientific basis in junk food.But the cannibal's mouth was soft, Ed turned his face away and bit it angrily, and was shivering by a gust of cold wind when he took a bite of ice, Ed instantly felt that he was an idiot for talking so much just now.

In this matter, Mustangu somehow showed incredible understanding.The two walked aimlessly along the street, and then he dragged Ed to the shelter like a hare, and stood at the angle where Ed was standing just now. He sighed and walked, watching silently. Edward devoured the cone.Ed suddenly felt embarrassed.

Shy ass, Ed silently slapped himself across the face.I can cook instant noodles in a crucible in the laboratory, and I still care about a fart at this time.Since you want to pretend to be aggressive, then you have to act like that.

But having said that, Mustangu seemed to have guessed Ed's thoughts.He burst out laughing suddenly.

"It's still cold," he said with a smile in his voice, "you'll eat ice."

Ed's mouth was busy nibbling on butter, but he still refused to admit defeat and immediately replied, "You're drinking before it's dark."

Hearing this, Mustangu shook his head and waved some aluminum cans on his hand, "At least I know how to share."

"You only bought one for yourself!"

"Who said one can't be shared?"

As soon as the words were finished, Mustangu suddenly glanced sideways at Ed, his eyes very much like a black fox passing by the chicken coop and glancing at the chicks inside.Edward shivered involuntarily, and before he could cover the cone with both hands and hide back, the other party quickly pinched his wrist squarely.

"you……!"

He bent down and looked fearlessly into Ed's wide eyes.

Then he lowered his eyes in front of the boy and took a sip from the rim of his cone.

Ed didn't even get angry.

At this moment, the young man felt as if he had been slapped in the head by someone. A long nail was pierced from the top of the sky to the sole of the foot with a stick, and he couldn't move his whole body. Let go of his wrist, and lick his lips triumphantly.Edward suspected that he was dreaming.

"Why is it so light?"

He raised his chin and clicked his tongue pretentiously, looking extremely hateful.But Ed still stared stupidly at the way the tip of his tongue brushed his lips, and it took him a long time to recover before he realized how humiliating he was for a few seconds just now, so that he had to Hurry up and pretend to be out of breath to cover it up hastily.

"The old man's teeth are so sweet, what a bitch." Ed gritted his teeth, "Be careful that your mouth is full of dentures."

"It's a pity." The other party brazenly squinted his eyes and smiled, just like a fox who caught a chick.

The boy's seven orifices produce smoke.

what a pity !

Before the answer was known, the two had unknowingly reached the intersection.In the suddenly bright night scene, there is actually the science and technology museum that opened at the end of the month.The building has already been furnished and is waiting for the guests. The structure is huge and smooth, and it looks like a fat butterfly that will flutter its wings in the next second in the night decorated with sparks.Mustangu stopped silently to look at the butterflies for a while, then looked down at Edward who was finishing the last few mouthfuls of cones, pondered for a moment, and threw out an unclear sentence without hesitation.

"Ed," he said suddenly, "do you have your work permit?"

What happened next was extremely dramatic.Edward has always claimed that he is not a law-abiding and moral model, so when he heard the trick proposed by Mustangu, he gave an affirmative answer without thinking.The two started immediately after speaking.Standing on the corner of the cold and windy street, they couldn't care less about tightening the corners of their clothes, so they hurriedly stuffed the bag of beer into Edward's backpack (a large-capacity canvas bag, it seems that Edward himself can be stuffed into it, in the When Ed was about to bring it out, he was met with a lot of disgust from netizens), and took out the work IDs they both carried with them ("...you are really a CNN anchor?" "Didn't you already know that?" " No... I can't believe you without seeing it with my own eyes..." "I have a lawyer, so I suggest you stop talking about it."), got a haircut and dress (Ed couldn't help but be overwhelmed) glanced at Roy), and walked straight to the museum.

The result was of course smooth.Although Ed himself has no contribution to speak of here other than Zhang's work permit for the Institute, at least one of the two of them is relying on his own pretentious ability to make a living. , as simple as asking Edward to write the string theory formula on the spot.The guard who was alone guarding the museum before opening was already bored and empty-hearted. When he saw Mustangu's expression of worrying about the country and the people, he was overwhelmed by nearly 60%, and the remaining 40% was instantly overwhelmed by two real photos. The correct work permit was wiped out, so that in the next few hours, the guard not only generously opened most of the floors in the museum, but he even believed more firmly than Edroy himself that the two of them had conducted a preparatory inspection before coming to the exclusive interview.

It was Ed's second visit. The moment he stepped into the museum, his whole body was slowly lit up with the bright overhead lights bit by bit.

The last time I came here, it was still decorated and the sound of electric drills was rumbling. Ed and his colleagues in the laboratory were so busy trying to model them that they didn’t even have the time to cover their ears. The way of roaring is carried out. The fun brought by the museum is not as impressive as the sore throat.This time, he could suddenly take a look at the legendary science and technology museum to his heart's content. Ed looked around excitedly, his eyes sparkling.For a moment, the male protagonist who had made him ecstatic just now retreated, as if the blueprints, instruments, and models placed on the walls, floors, tables, and test benches were the lovers of his dreams.

He climbed along the glass windows and winding corridors in the exhibition hall bit by bit, his eyes wide open, his thin body leaning forward, trying to look at the exhibits, like a child being led to the Christmas gift window.He grabbed the corners of his clothes with both hands, and his movements were as tense as a bow and arrow, as if he was exerting strength for his tiptoe movement, and he seemed to be trying to restrain himself not to reach out and touch.The boy's gaze glides like quicksilver, as if he is absorbing every word and every symbol marked, and from time to time, he mutters in a low voice, makes a meditative murmur, shows a knowing smile, or flashes a sly and confident look for a moment. chuckle.In fact, it was Mustangu's turn to be a little surprised this time.He blinked, not expecting the expected geek to be more geek than expected.However, when he saw Edwin's eyes sparkling with joy and excitement, his somewhat tense heart suddenly relaxed, as if a perennial rusty screw had been unscrewed by that fleeting smile .Roy thought to himself, maybe the research house is really interesting, maybe Edward is really cute.Think of him looking up at the drawings and portraits on the wall, his slender eyelashes cast shadows like small fans, and the orange light reflected in the boy's golden eyes, as if gathering talents from just now. All the stars in the night.

"This is the famous Schwinger," Ed pointed to a portrait, and said loudly to Roy, "the great Julian Schwinger, a unique genius. Do you know that!"

Mustangu turned his head and looked at the slightly sinister eyes in the portrait for a while, then shook his head obediently.

"Sorry," he said, "I don't know him well."

Now Ed is in trouble.He stood under the portrait angrily and glared at Mustangu, grinding his teeth and clenching his fists, as if he couldn't find a strong enough rebuke to accuse this great crime after searching his stomach for a while.So he danced and explained to Roy in a haphazard manner, with fast speech and broken messages, as if he wished he could squeeze all the inexhaustible benefits of his idol into the limited time in a moment.

"How could someone not know him!? You always know quantum electrodynamics, right? You always know this!"

"a little……"

"That's all right! What else do you think, knowing quantum electrodynamics, 'renormalization', Lamb shift and electron anomalous magnetic moment, how could you not know about Schwinger!?"

The fried-haired Edward jumped excitedly, as if he didn't know how to put down the impatience that exploded at the moment. His dancing appearance looked like a screaming cat, and he was about to jump up and scratch his ankle in minutes.Roy had no choice but to spread his hands honestly, "Unfortunately, I have only heard of quantum electrodynamics, and I have all the things you mentioned later..."

"What?? Are you illiterate?" The young man looked as if he had heard the shocking news, and covered his neck in grief, as if someone had stabbed him in the collarbone. Roy couldn't bear to tell the truth.

"...probably," he said.

Edward was amazed.

"I don't know about 'renormalization', I don't know about Lamb shift and electron anomalous magnetic moment, no, I don't know about Schwinger," Ed exaggeratedly gestured at Roy, tongue-tied in fright, "this should How do you survive on earth, huh? How do you use everything in your daily life with peace of mind? If you don’t think about Schwinger when you walk on the road, what else can you think about? Tell me! What do you think, you What did you study?" Mustang couldn't help biting his lower lip to hold back his smile, Ed's eyes widened, "Tell me, what did you study in college!"

Mustangu wiped his lower lip with his hand, as if trying to wipe off the smile that was almost overflowing from his face.He raised his eyes, only to see Edward's relentless eyes still following him closely, and finally couldn't help but burst out laughing.

"I read news and mathematics. The former is a job and the latter is a hobby." He smiled and stretched out his hand to press the bridge of his nose. Ed blinked in surprise, "It's a pity that there is no Nobel Prize in mathematics. I can't be with you in this life." You are neck and neck."

Ed was stunned.

"Are you good at math?" He hurriedly asked.

"Not as professional as you are."

"But you said it was your hobby."

"Yes, you know, what makes mathematics different is that it just exists there," Roy smiled and narrowed his eyes, "From the beginning to the end, he seldom seeks glory, never asks for help from others, and can build himself alone. kingdom—a solitary idealist."

Ed suddenly stopped talking, and his piercing eyes faded from the aggressive look for a while.But he still stood there, the light cast down his small fan-like eyelashes, he raised his face and stared fearlessly at Roy Mustangu.For a moment, Roy thought of the night when the teenager ate by mistake, but his expression now is more focused and determined than the symptom at that time.For a moment Roy wanted to dodge backwards, lest the boy suddenly shout or pounce on him.

But Edward didn't do that.With his back facing the dim yellow light of the overhead light, his brows and eyes were piercing, but his face was calm, and the corners of his mouth revealed an indescribable softness.He watched Edward speak, and he listened to Edward.

"There are many, many mathematicians, chemists, biologists, astronomers... and theoretical physicists in the world," Edward said in a clear and calm voice, like a butterfly fluttering in the night,

"So mathematics is not alone, no."

The last subway was more than an hour later, and it wasn't until now that they finally remembered the cans of beer in their Edbag.So the two played one can each, climbed all the way in the empty museum, and finally sat on the floor of the astronomy exhibition area on the top floor, looking up at the star map shining with silver light in the dark, and drinking the last can of beer in their hands.

The lights were dim, but Mustangu was in a good mood, sitting on the ground and humming an unknown tune intermittently; while Ed was preoccupied, on the one hand, he seemed to be trapped in the borderline of regret and relief, on the other hand, he was still immersed in the love of his idol. I can't extricate myself from the unknown depression.He turned a blind eye to the horoscope chart with an irrelevant indifference, but he was still talking about Schwinger's left and Schwinger's right while drinking.Ed silently swore that even if he stepped back ten thousand steps, he would not be able to associate with someone who did not admire Schwinger. If so, he must recruit Mustangu into his religious order.Unexpectedly, the other party's zealous interest in him is completely irrelevant, and it seems good to be engrossed all the time, but in fact it is more like listening to some interesting story told by him, and he has not felt the sanctity of his teaching at all—— This further stimulated Ed's missionary spirit.

"Think about it," Ed waved the beer can at Roy, wishing he could stuff Amway directly into his mouth, stomach, and intestines to chew and digest for him, "before him, the quality itself will change Not only is it inexplicable, but it is also unimaginable to many people. Can you feel this revolutionary? Hmm!"

"Electronic quality?" Roy took a sip of beer. "I know the quality changes, but I don't quite understand the principle."

"Yes, the mass of electrons. As the interaction between electrons and fields changes, the mass of electrons will actually change. It's like..." The boy frowned, curled his fingers and gently tapped his skull, As if struggling to find a less abstract metaphor in the vast ocean, "People! By the way, people!" The boy's eyes lit up, "Think about it, people's personality, world outlook, values, etc., are based on psychology. It is said that it is all decided in the early years—childhood—but as a person gets along with the people around him or her, his or her perception of himself and the world changes. This is a very miraculous thing.”

Mustangu thought for a while, "This is not an easy task."

"Yes, of course it's not easy to change." Ed bit his lower lip enthusiastically, "Let's be human, it's even more difficult for electronics."

Roy turned his head and looked thoughtfully at Ed's face obsessed with science for a long time, as if looking into the distance through the fog.Then he suddenly pursed his lips and laughed, and turned around under Ed's questioning gaze, and raised the aluminum can again, "Generally speaking, you wouldn't say that."

"Ah?" The boy raised his eyebrows.

"People will say that if a certain non-human thing is like this, then human beings are even more so." Roy raised his chin with a smile, "There is no way to say that the other way around."

Hey, it seems to be the case, but it shouldn't be the case.Rather, once he admits this...Ed raised his eyebrows vividly as he thought about it, as if he had lost?No one has ever bluntly raised Ed's own putting the cart before the horse in this regard before—although there is no lack of similar expressions that were so euphemistic that he ignored them—but Mustangu's sudden fearlessness made Ed feel himself Be provoked.

Thinking of this, sparks of dissatisfaction flickered in the boy's eyes.

"But it's the truth!" He sat upright, "Facts are facts, and exceptions are also facts. Either find out the reasons for refuting it, or accept it in its entirety. And," the voice was suspended, his expression suddenly changed, and he was full of energy just now Reluctance and reluctance suddenly turned into a slightly hostile expression under Mustangu's nose.The blond boy lowered his head and took a sip of his wine, and slowly uttered the last sentence, "I always feel that I am the most special, and I am a bit too arrogant."

This is not a word that too many people would seriously think about, but Roy thought about it seriously when he heard it - I don't know whether it is surprising or delightful.And Ed tried his best not to stare at him too intently, but soon couldn't help but look back, and glanced at Xiao Xiang's side face.I saw him looking up at the shining stars above his head, his expression was calmer and calmer than ever before.Then he put down the bottle, a smile on his lips.

"I always thought you had a cheerful personality, and although you didn't have a wide range of social contacts, you were not surly and withdrawn." Roy said softly, "It's only now that I realize that's not the case at all."

The other party suddenly turned the spearhead of the conversation on him, which caught Ed off guard.He tossed about the possible answers in his stomach in embarrassment, turned his head in embarrassment to meet his straightforward and unmistakable gaze under the fluorescent light, and suddenly felt a slight heat on his face.So he quickly turned his face away, pressed the beer can to his hot cheek, and then responded vaguely and slightly angry.

"Che, talk like you know me well."

Mustangu chuckled

"I didn't say 'very', but I don't know everything." He stretched his lower body comfortably, and said lazily, "Such as your dear mother, your precious brother, etc."

"Damn it," Ed put the beer on the ground and stared angrily, "How much did I confide in you last time! It's over, don't you think I should let me know about my privacy? How far have you spied?"

Unexpectedly, Mustangu unexpectedly took an unusual path again. "Snooping? You told me clearly yourself." Mustangu said cheekily, "The leaked secret is like a dropped coin, whoever picks it up will own it. I have no obligation to tell you everything about me. information content."

"Fuck!!? You are taking advantage of someone's danger!"

"This is a dangerous world."

"You're so unreasonable! It's even more unreasonable than me!" Ed was furious.

"Keep your voice down, don't make a fuss about the doorman." The other party laughed unrepentantly, and Ed was so angry that he almost bit his tongue, "Well, I will give you a chance to find out each other's details. Let's play the '20 Questions' game .”

ah?Ed, who didn't know why, frowned and sat there stiffly, staring at Mustangu for a long time without making a sound.After a while, he pouted his lips suddenly as if he was discouraged, and sat back to his original place as if admitting defeat.

"what is that?"

Now it was Mustangu's turn to be surprised.

"You don't know '20 questions'? Have you never played with anyone in social situations or parties?"

Ed's face suddenly turned red, and even his voice was hoarse and stammering.

"Who cares about playing such an obscene game for men and women to mess with each other!"

"That's wrong." Roy didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "It's just that two people ask each other 10 questions alternately, and they have to answer when asked, that's all. Although it's not very interesting, it's still a good start."

Now Ed couldn't help but be wary.He paused suspiciously, blinked his eyes and looked at Roy, wondering if the other party had ulterior motives, secretly thinking that this game of betraying himself without knowing whether it would be a deal with the devil, who would join in.But when he thought that the other party was Roy Mustangu, and when he thought that he had a righteous man, his heart became inexplicably warm, as if soaking on a sunny beach, and the quarrel immediately relaxed.After all, exceptions are also facts. Since there is no motivation to refute, then it’s okay to accept, since the other party can’t eat me.

"Okay." The boy finally said.

Roy narrowed his eyes contentedly, like a successful fox.Ed almost regretted it.

"Then I'll come first."

"Why!"

"Okay, then you go first."

"..." He really didn't know what to ask, "You should come first."

The other party laughed hatefully again.Ed looked at the slightly sunken dimple on his face and thought, well, it's actually not that annoying.

"You..." Roy twirled the beer can with his fingers, and said lightly, "I've heard of you before we got in touch."

"Eh……"

"They said that you are still very young, but you are already a well-known doctor in the laboratory, and you are like a legend. It is easy for people to know objects from a third-party perspective, so at that time I could easily imagine what you would be like I don’t care about you.” He ignored Ed’s astonished expression, and continued on his own, “But after getting to know you, my imagination was blurred or even broken—although you are so smart, you are already different from the persona of a genius scientist. So how did you get to where you are today?"

Ed stared at him blankly.

"...It's like an interview."

"Hahaha! Yes." Mustangu laughed immediately when he heard the words, and then simply picked up the bottle and put it on Ed's chin, making a serious interview appearance. "Then you can be a simulation. Mr. Edward Eric, when did you start doing physics research?"

Ed was dumbfounded, then suddenly amused.

"Hahaha, am I stupid to rely on you?!"

"Of course not. Tell me, when?"

Ed smiled, cupped his stomach and leaned over, covered his face and said, "High school."

"It was too brief, and the director asked to do it all over again."

"What the hell is a director! Why are you asking so much! It's because he taught himself in high school because of his interest, and then he was admitted to a university to study theoretical physics in an exceptional way." When he said it, he suddenly felt that he had always thought that Howe's rich experience was actually very monotonous, and he finished it in a few words, so that he couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed. "It's simple, right?" He said awkwardly, then laughed dryly.

Unexpectedly, Mustangu did not directly affirm or deny, nor did he foolishly agree.

"There is no simple life in the world, each has its own difficulty." Roy said, "Do what you like and have talent, then carry it through to the end, and make achievements-just thinking about it Felt amazing."

Ed has heard these words countless times from countless people, but there are so few who are so sincere and so understanding.There was a moment when Ed really wanted to pull him closer, asking aloud if it was true?Do you really understand that?Do you really think so?But he just looked away, looking almost embarrassed.

Ed looked at the ceiling and said, "It's my turn."

"Ah."

He glanced nervously at Mustangu, and bit his lower lip hastily, as if he had suddenly caught a bunch of candies and didn't know how to choose.I want to know all the emotions about Mustangu. From the moment I first met, I began to tide over. As time went by, my chest was already overflowing, and it was even difficult to breathe, so that it was in my stomach for a thousand times. Baizhuan, what I really said was just a futile nonsense.

"You like mathematics, why do you do your current job?" He asked stupidly.

Mustang Gushi did not expect the other party to ask such a question.However, he still shrugged and said frankly, "Although I like mathematics, I don't hate news. You are lucky. Most people can make a living from a job they don't hate, and even realize part of their ideals to a certain extent. "

Such words obviously cannot calm the curiosity and unwillingness in Ed's heart.He pursed his lips in dissatisfaction, thinking how could Roy Mustangu be an ordinary person, he clearly holds everything he wants to have.

"But you like mathematics!" Ed said relentlessly, "Is it something you can give up if you really like it?"

"One question at a time," Mustangu said with a smile.

"Hey! But..."

Mustangu folded his arms and looked at Ed, Ed's words were suddenly stuck in his throat and he couldn't speak.

It took him a while to compromise.

"Okay, okay, you can ask, you idiot." Ed gritted his teeth.

Roy smiled contentedly, as if the fox had successfully pulled out a chick from the henhouse again.

"Don't you hate listening to music?" Roy pointed to the Pixchu earphones exposed in Ed's coat pocket with great interest, "Why did you just listen to it so much today?"

Edward's unconvinced face just now twisted.

"Then..." He quickly weaved clues and reasons in his mind, "That's for calming. That's what my brother told me, listening to Chopin makes people calm."

Hearing that Mustangu had a playful look on his face, "Are you so nervous about coming out with me?"

The young man who was told the central matter suddenly felt that his skull was smoking like a teapot boiling hot water.he frantically