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

When Edward returned to the rental apartment, the hands on the clock were approaching the next day again.He tiptoed into the house, and then tiptoedly closed the door without turning on the light.He slipped into the kitchen and turned on the electric heater, treading lightly as if he was afraid he would wake up the night.

The glass window of the kitchen reflects the dim light in the night, and the edge of the glass is covered with pale ice, and the heat of the maocai hot pot has not completely dissipated from the body.Ed put aside the paper bag that Roy brought him, took off his wet socks, sat on the high stool and stretched his bare feet to the roaring stove.He turned on the electric kettle, leaned sideways on the cooking table, reminiscing about the previous few hours, closed his eyes, and instead of calming down in the slightest, the hot desire in his abdomen intensified silently, like fine wine drunk before drinking The body made waves.He regretted thinking of the red wine he poured down the sink on impulse, he wanted to taste the drunkenness of the other party when he was insomnia, and he also kind of wanted to see him.Is there no way to stay with each other forever?

After a long night and nothing to do, Ed let out a helpless sigh.He lay on his arms, squinted his eyes and took out his cell phone, then sat up straight suddenly.I saw the screen glowing in the dark, and the name of the person I was thinking of was hanging above an unread text message, which was sent 5 minutes ago.

The boy's heart flew to his throat in an instant, and all the muscles in his body tensed up.Oh my god, please, don't walk away in 5 minutes!He yelled inwardly, quickly opened his fingers, and thousands of possibilities for the other party's text messages burst out in his mind: Toothache is about to die, a murderer in the hospital appeared, and he missed an apple while eating an apple. After eating the plastic bag, he suddenly had a seizure and died... However, the screen was white, and a simple word and a question mark appeared calmly on it: Arrived?

Ed's fingers clenched the phone loosened for a moment.Exhausted, the boy let out a long breath, slowly stretched out his tense body, and put his heels on top of the stove.

"Stupid..." Ed looked at the chandelier above his head, couldn't help but blinked with a smile, bent down and took out another box of grapefruit juice from the paper bag.Then he inserted the straw in one hand and pressed the phone with the other: "It's here. What are you doing when you're not sleeping? (｀へ′)"

"Om-"

"I'm thinking. After leaving the hospital, let's go hiking."

This guy thinks really well.Ed pursed his lower lip and suppressed a smile, lowered his head and typed: "Pull it down, I don't want to carry you if you die halfway, wait to be eaten by wild wolves on the mountain, hahaha!"

A few minutes later, just when Ed started to feel a little bit of regret that what he said just now really shocked the other party, the phone vibrated again.This guy is literally out of play.

The young man clicked on the message while sucking his juice, and saw a serious message written on the phone: "Just now, Brother Gu, there are actually American brown wolves living on the Cascade Mountains. [Sika deer shivering.gif]"

He almost sprayed the juice all over the table.

Damn, is he really an idiot?Where did this emoji come from? ?

"Oh my god, I'm so drunk (#‵′) that you have already figured out where to go?"

"Om-"

The phone reads: "When do you start taking a break?"

Ed turned his head and looked through the calendar: "Thursday, off to Saturday."

"Om-"

"I was discharged from the hospital on Wednesday. You have a day off on Thursday, and we can go together on Friday."

The juice can was emptied, and the bubbling warm current from the heater surged from the toes, flowing through the blood vessels in the muscles and bones of the limbs, irresistibly flowing.Ed put down his mobile phone, looked up at the task board in the living room not far away, there were large and small plans and timetables pasted there, and Roy's ID photo was generally immersed in darkness and shrouded in the kitchen. Under the light, Roy's shirt was hanging on the side.

It was the clothes that Roy Mustang left behind when he came to his house for the second time. Edward didn't know whether it was a careless and unintentional act, or a cunning deliberate act, or whether it was an unintentional mark of love. It was still covered up in Roy's vague excuses and evasive eyes like everything else.But no matter what, at least at this moment, Ed knew that all doubts and unease were no longer so important, because even the most cunning person could not see through the moment when the shirt was left behind. With a surging heart, it is even more impossible to foresee that even if the EQ is as low as Ed, in fact, he has faintly felt the clues since then.The time when Roy came to his heart was not at a certain moment after getting along later, but at the earliest.

At this moment, he was sitting under the dim light of the snowy night, with darkness and longing in front of him.He opened his eyes, imagining Roy's appearance in that white shirt, imagining the warmth and fragrance he left on the clothes; he closed his eyes, imagining Roy's expression when he typed, His own voice when he said those words to him.

"Let's go together, Ed."

All right, Ed said softly.

"Om-"

Huh?The boy lowered his head in surprise, wondering why Roy sent another message so quickly without waiting for his reply. Unexpectedly, the signer of this message was an unexpected name.

At the end of the working day, there were few people and the sun was shining brightly. The intermittent snowfall in the past few days put a layer of gauze white wedding dress on everything.The white snow reflects the warm morning light, as if the right time, place and people accumulated in the long-term gloomy days are all gathered in this day.Ed met Roy in front of a fast food restaurant. He was wearing a ginger sweater that was two sizes too big for him, and he looked shorter than usual.Holding a pile of french fries, hamburger and fried chicken together, they boarded the nearby short-distance train bound for the foot of Mount Rainier in the Cascade Mountains, and drove all the way from the suburbs of Seattle to Olympia at the foot of Mount Rainier. The scenery is the woods and snow passing by, and within a few hours, the mountains that were originally decorated in the distance gradually embraced, embracing the world and the earth.

Ed curled up on the seat with his knees curled up, the fingertips protruding from his overlong sleeves hugged the grapefruit and peach flavored milkshake on his knees, he was chewing on fried chicken, and there was still a tiredness that could not be concealed on his face , and Roy, who was sitting opposite, didn't say anything, but silently drank the hot cinnamon apple milkshake in his hand.Roy's face was still suffering from the pain of not long ago, and the neck exposed between the smoky gray scarf was extremely pale, and the wind of melting snow flowed in from the gap in the car window, messing his bangs.Ed looked up at him in a daze, and happened to meet Roy with a gentle smile.

The tide rolled in my heart.

"Do you want to change seats with me?" The boy put down the milkshake and said, "It's fine if you ran out to feed the wolves as soon as you got out of the hospital. The seats are all facing the wind, so you're going to die."

Roy said, "It's okay, I wear a lot."

Ed snorted.

Roy smiled, "Why don't you believe it?"

"You can default to me as a staunch skeptic."

"The bet I made with you, the things I told you, which time did I say I missed it?"

These words were very provocative, and Ed wanted to refute when he opened his mouth, but the other party didn't say anything, just tugged on the scarf and showed Ed the neckline.Ed's eyes lingered uncontrollably for a moment on the exposed inch of collarbone, and then he noticed the thin sweater and a dark red shirt under the overcoat.Ed was taken aback.

"Have I seen this dress before?"

"You have an impression?" Roy straightened his scarf, speaking in a strange tone, "You just wiped my nose."

Now Ed remembered, with the dark red shirt and the malicious tone.The boy bit his lower lip embarrassingly, and reached out to open another bag of fried chicken blushingly, "You didn't give me less trouble, can't you even it out?"

"No," the other party actually pushed his nose up and said vigorously, Ed looked surprised at his smug face, "Although there are many things between us, in general, you owe me more. "

What kind of bullshit is that, Maddow.Now Ed put down even the fried chicken, "Okay, after living for so many years, you are the first person who dares to challenge my father in the 'Don't want to face' world!"

"my pleasure."

Ed laughed angrily, "Speaking of which I owe you, I just invited you to dinner four days ago, okay?"

"I treated you to fish and chips, too."

"That's not your money!"

Roy snorted, "Even his daughter is my daughter, so it can be seen that Masi's money is basically my money."

Ed figured at least he wasn't the only one who would be pissed off.

"This is the first time since the birth of Christianity that it has been abused to Morocco in such an open manner."

"Well said," Roy said, "When you go up to the mountain to attend my church assembly, don't forget to say a few words of kindness to me in front of the church instructor."

Ed turned pale with shock, "What the hell? Is it true?"

Roy laughed, "Fake."

Ed wanted to splash the cinnamon apple milkshake in his bosom on his pretty face, the white and cloudy liquid must be very beautiful.

"Roy."

The other party raised his head in surprise, but Kaede didn't look at him again.The boy turned his head and looked out of the window. The birds that hadn't been able to fly south passed by the window, and the outline of the mountains surrounded him in his arms.Ed closed his eyes.

"Play a game," Ed said.

"'20 asks'?" Roy joked.

"It's not that kind of sex game!"

"Your words are too much."

Ed shrugged.He said softly, "You say one thing about yourself, and I say one thing about mine. Take turns."

As soon as the words came out, it seemed that the body made the first decision for the heart, and expressed the ambition of trying to break through the defense line for a long time.Ed didn't know what kind of answer he was expecting from the other party, let alone whether he was really ready to face the other party at this moment.He glanced at Roy. There were surprises, avoidance, and caution on the other's face. The tide receded one by one, but there was not much rejection on his face.

Roy lowered his head, then raised his eyes and looked back towards the direction Ed was looking at. Ed heard him answer slowly:

"Where do I start?"

Ed just heard this sentence not long ago. At that time, he was squatting on the ground in desperation, feeling that a small hole had been punctured in his heart, and gusts of cold wind leaked out.He spoke to the guy on the phone that he hated very much, trying to think how to hold back his trembling cry.He said, "How many times has this happened? Just tell me as much as you know?"

The voice on the other end of the phone laughed, "Okay, so where do we start?"

On Thursday, the day before the hike, a phone call woke Edward from his precious slumber at 1:[-]am.It's not that Ed can sleep soundly after what happened a few days ago, but at this moment, the person calling him is almost the person Ed least wants to see at that point.If possible, Ed would like to push the opponent directly from the crater.

Having said that, Ed still got out of bed, packed up and went out without much cursing. When he arrived at the place the other party said, the time on his mobile phone had already pointed to 2 o'clock. The night was thick and cold, and Ed I ran over in small steps all the way, stomping my feet in the cold.Unexpectedly, as soon as he walked into the store, there was still a burst of piercing cold air, and Ed's stomach became even more angry.

"You are really sick." Ed said with a firm affirmation.He sat down in front of the other party, his teeth itching with anger, "I didn't even know that Dairy King was still open in winter."

As usual, the other party was obviously used to all kinds of gnashing of teeth and sarcasm from Edward, and he didn't even bother to show the grievance on his face pretending to be hurt. Instead, he smiled brightly at the blond boy's bad words, obviously The mood couldn't have been better—Ed wanted to stuff his head into his bowl of ice cream scoops.

"It's all little kids who eat cold drinks in summer. You can taste ice cream in winter." Enwei said with a smirk, "Why, don't you want to have one? I can treat you."

"Thank you, it's enough to eat ice in winter, and I still want to be treated by you? Wouldn't I have to vomit for half an hour when I go back?" Ed sneered, "Tell me, what do you want from me?"

Enwei smiled, "What, I asked the question knowingly."

As he spoke, he pointed to the plastic bag on the table beside him.Ed took a look in and felt his stomach was heavy, as if he had been dropped a slab of expired cream sorbet.

Lifting his eyes, the unpleasant purple eyes of the guy sitting across the table were staring straight at him, looking up and down playfully, as if trying to test Ed's courage.As soon as Ed got angry, he stretched out his hand and took the plastic bag into his arms. Unexpectedly, the stacks of documents inside were much heavier than he imagined.The young man reached in and unconsciously touched the bulging plastic folder cover. It was obviously soaked in the cold wind for a long time, and it felt cold to the touch.

"so many……"

"'That much'?" Enwei asked back, smiling and stuffing another scoop of ice cream into his mouth, "According to what you said, I picked all the ones that could be taken away, leaving only the driest ones. A chronology of events and a brief account of events. If I were to show you the entire illustrious career, I'd have to do a biographical novel first."

Ed clenched the corners of his mouth, feeling that his stomach was tightly wrapped in ice and curled up in a wronged ball in his body.His fingers protruded from the plastic bag, and he hugged the bag tightly in his arms.He thought, if you don't know anything now, then don't think about anything.

But Enwei, who was sitting opposite, didn't seem to shut up.Seeing Ed's sluggish face, he seemed to be in a better mood.While picking up the ice cream with a small silver spoon, he babbled endlessly: "Don't be sad, it's only natural that you don't know—if you know everything, then don't do it. To be honest, I I didn't think of it before, it's just a bit suspicious of the clues I got through the wind and shadows."

"A chain of events?" Ed asked softly.

"Hmm. Many of these incidents were quite a sensation at the time, don't you really know?" He slammed his tongue, "Like the lawsuit of the famous old energy company the year before last, there is only one day left before the press conference Well, its competitor suddenly turned his cards upside down, causing years of scientific research results to go to waste, and now he has not adjusted. There is also the matter of X University’s materials trading last year, which was only reported by mainstream newspapers The follow-up report took up 5 or 6 pages of clippings, and you should have seen it in the newspapers... Hey Dr. Edward, do you still read the newspapers?"

At this moment, Ed doesn't have the heart to talk about this with the other party - rather, he doesn't have any thoughts now, he just wants to disappear from the world in front of him.But he still couldn't, he replied dryly, "Don't look, you say."

Enwei raised his eyebrows, and put the last bite of ice cream in the bowl into his mouth, "Respected academic leaders have colluded with private foreign companies to sell the students' confidential research materials and academic papers to private laboratories of companies for commercial use at high prices. The incident also drew a large group of people at the time, after all, it was not so easy to knock on the old professor's door. So in the final analysis..."

The other party paused hatefully, and Ed knew almost immediately what he wanted to say.Ed's blond brows furrowed together quickly, and he cast his gaze out the window.

"After all, you are not the first victim, let alone the worst one. This incident is just a dispensable one among many businesses, that's all." Enwei put the spoon into the bowl Throwing it in, there was a crisp sound, which sounded like the sound made by the stomach membrane crushing ice cubes:

"You are actually just a bystander."

At that moment, the boy felt that his heart was suddenly half cold, his feet seemed to be soaked in snow, and the cold wind hit him so cold that he shivered.

Ed said to Roy, "From the beginning of what I don't know."

TBC