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

"As the interaction between the electron and the field changes, so does the mass of the electron itself"

Stop it, stop here, including the underline below the sentence.

"Also" what?Ed was dumbfounded, in disbelief.His body, which was lying comfortably on the straw roof, stiffened, and the next moment he remembered the fear of being dominated by this sentence in his childhood, and he was out of breath.

Edward Elric hated two kinds of language addictions all his life: one is those who speak with more than 50% adjectives and adverbs;However, what Douer hates the most is the rubbish typesetting and rubbish proofreading of this rubbish publishing house.The book itself is already considered ridiculous, but it still wants to cut the complete sentence into two, the bare premise of the first half sentence is left at the end of the first volume, and the second half sentence falls into the second volume of the same series——Edward There is no next volume, thank you.

The boy was so angry that he covered his face with the book, as if the resentment of his childhood brought him back to his childhood: Edward became the child who could dream about a sentence that did not print, and became the boy who could not sleep at night. He has become a little person who lives in his own narrow world and is curious, sad, repulsive and yearning for the world. There is no complicated colorful world there, and there is no Roy Mustangu there. Thinking of this, he became more and more angry, like A soda bottle that had been shaken desperately was blocked tightly by a cork.

Roy Mustangu, Stalker, Aftermath, Hot Match.

The book in my hand was dug out from under the coffee table a few days ago. The pages of the book are old and yellow, and the cover is covered with dust. It is impressively printed with a fancy title like "AHowBook: to Become AScientist", which has the style of a street stall in the 70s. And re-entered Ed's field of vision when he was packing his bags just now.Ed took the book and the suitcase to the door with the mood of reading a joke, and then climbed up to the roof of the barn next to the house with the book and read it, laughing happily from time to time.After packing up his things, Mustangu disappeared physically and took over mentally in all directions.

Ed was aimlessly cursing rubbish typography, rubbish printing, and thinking of Roy aimlessly.

"Come with me, Edward." Ed looked at the branches above his head and muttered silently.

What is the real side of a person who I don't really know?What painful and sweet experience has he experienced?What deep, superficial human events had he witnessed?What kind of guy is he... don't you even feel curious?

Of course, everything started from this question, but it didn't end here.Followed by a series of countless thoughts and questions - what kind of books does he like to read, what flavor of ice cream to try?What kind of dreams are his nights filled with, and whose dreams are he filled with?How did the trajectory of his life get to today step by step, and is now entangled with his own? ——Questioning around, asking and answering.

Questions and puzzles are dense and disorderly, intertwined and run through the other party's long time and fragmentary details, crawling restlessly on the river bed, looking for the exit of relief.

Going back to the beginning, the stage in the eyes of the spectators has already been lit, and the two protagonists of the story have already appeared on the stage-who knows that the protagonists themselves have not been able to replace each other's titles with specific names. The other has no time to clean up his messy clothes and withered heart.At that time, Edward was standing two meters away from Roy and squinting at him, secretly speculating about the past and present of the stranger in front of him, secretly calling him "the aftermath man", secretly thinking that this guy is better than he has ever seen Anyone who wants to be charming and good-looking.And the truth seems to be more than that, far from it.

The answer is endless, and the question remains unresolved.

"Are you up there alone?"

Not a question at all.Ed lolled sideways, looking down over the straw-stacked eaves.The spring is warm and bright, the originally bare branches are secretly pushing out light green buds, Ed's eyes are surrounded by slender black branches and star-spotted green, and the object he was thinking about not long ago happened to be standing on the screen diagonally below.He tilted his head and held his mobile phone. This guy who had been missing for more than half an hour seemed to be a part of him suddenly, looking up at himself with a playful face.

A small patch of pink light shines through the branches on the white skin around his left eye.

Edward turned a blind eye and went back to continue reading the torn book in his hand, showing a determined look.

The people below refused to let it go.

"So this is the roof of the barn you mentioned?" Roy looked it up, "You're lying, can this place really support the weight of two people?"

"..." Sure enough, Ed thought.

Roy said, "Have you packed your bags yet?"

"..."

"You really don't talk to me, Ed?"

Ed hid "AHowBook" in front of his face, buried it behind the book and nodded.

There was a chuckle from under the eaves.

"...It feels very subtle to look up at you then."

Eddie sat up.

Hi Mustangu!Gritting his teeth, the young man glared at someone with a hippie smile below him, dropped the book, took out his mobile phone, and typed quickly.Mustangu first looked at him with a puzzled face, and after a while, the phone in his hand buzzed, and a text message arrived.

"Weiwei is a ghost (ノ? Yi?)ノ彡┻━┻ who is so short that you have to squat down and use a magnifying glass to see it!Bun face!Tide matches! 』

The language was vicious, but those who heard it burst out laughing tremblingly.

"Your 'don't talk to me', so it's really 'don't talk'?" Roy laughed. "What are you reading?"

"Your obituary! 』

"You actually sneaked a sneak peek behind my back."

"what?"

A third voice came from Mustangu's phone, and Ed nearly rolled off the eaves in fright.Mustangu glanced at the faсеtime display on his phone, raised his eyes and laughed teasingly as he watched the boy drop the book, scramble and jump down the grain pile, and looked at himself in astonishment.

"Ed was reading my obituary, and he was so intoxicated that he refused to stay." Roy sighed pretentiously, and said to Matthew Hughes on the other side of the screen, "I didn't expect my life to be so tortuous and sad. "

"Probably there are twists and turns. This kind of self-inflicted pathos is hard to arouse much sympathy." The man in glasses spoke harshly, and immediately greeted Ed with enthusiasm, "Hi, Ed! Long time no see!"

"He's not talking now," Roy said.

"I just don't talk to you. 』Ed waved awkwardly at the camera while typing, "Hi!"

"Ed, I heard that you will come to attend my precious daughter's christening, right? That's great, I'm so glad you can find time to come." Hughes smiled and narrowed his green eyes, and Ed couldn't help but Raise a feeling of embarrassment.

"Ah, uh, I'm glad too..."

"Come on, let me show you my beautiful Gracia first..." Before Ed could speak, the background on the screen quickly changed, and Masi said decisively, "Hey Roy, put your Give the phone to Ed."

"This is my phone!"

"Don't be verbose, hurry up."

Roy curled his lips, allowing Ed to take the mobile phone from his palm with a triumphant expression, and focused his attention on the direction that Matthew Hughes was pointing with great interest.The moving background on the screen stopped, and the interior of a cabin first appeared behind Mars.Floral wallpaper, pink mattresses, sparkling crystal chandeliers.Ed doesn't know what level of decoration this style is for the audience of universal value, but from his own (maligned) aesthetic point of view, the room in front of him is the optics thrown by the princess cancer patient. The misty pink bomb caused him to be instantly eroded by a strong, aesthetic shock of physical discomfort, and he immediately regretted his impulsive action just now.

"here it is……"

"The baby room that he personally supervised when he first bought the house, probably strengthened later." Roy muttered a few words aside, and comprehendedly voted to Edward with a look of astonishment. When he has something wrong with his brain eyes", and then squeezed into the camera range under Ed's disgusted gaze.

"Gracia, long time no see." Roy said, "The little guy next to me... hiss!"

Edward pinched Mustangu's waist and refused to let go, and said to the camera, "Hello, I am... I am Edward Eric."

In the depths of the pink bomb appeared a woman half lying on the bed. She had short flaxen hair and brown-green eyes, exactly the same as the protagonist of the photo shown by Ed in his memory, but he saw it through the screen. The real person seemed to be indescribably different.Her face was a little swollen, and her body under the blanket was far from slender as in the photo, but her eyebrows and eyes were indeed gentle and shining, making people feel that she looked even more beautiful than imagined for a moment.

"Roy, Ed." Gracia showed a gentle smile, "Nice to meet you, I heard that Masi said that you two will come to my house tomorrow morning, right?"

Mustangu shook his head, "I can go to Berkeley tomorrow morning, but I will take Edward to my house and nearby places first, (Ed raised his phone in amazement: "What are you talking about!?? I didn't I heard that!!") I will come to see you again in the afternoon of the day after tomorrow, I'm really sorry. Don't be in a hurry, right?"

"Don't worry." The woman coquettishly patted her husband who was holding a mobile phone next to her, and said with a smile, "There is still half a week until the due date, this guy, I am in a hurry to call you all over."

"Half a week?" Ed's eyes widened, "So fast?"

"Babies grow up," said Roy.

Ed's hand on Mustangu's waist was tightened again, and the other party let out a hypocritical howl.

"I……"

Unexpectedly, a blushing expression suddenly appeared on Ed's face.Gracia blinked and encouraged him to continue.The boy hesitated for a long time before finally speaking, "I'm sorry... because I haven't seen an unborn child before, so I'm a little curious. Therefore..."

"Edward is a scientist at the University of Seattle," Mas leaned closer to his wife's ear, "so you know, the spirit of inquiry will be stronger."

Hearing this, Ed blushed even more.He bit his lower lip and looked aside, while Mustangu also tilted his head and stared at himself intently, his eyes sparkling, and the corner of his mouth was full of a smile—as if he deliberately knew that his smile could warm Ed Hot cheeks like fuel on fire.

Unexpectedly, Gracia nodded heartily.She patted her husband's shoulder lightly with her fingers, and the other party leaned over understandingly, and carefully helped her sit up a little.The camera of the mobile phone kept shaking with the movement, and it took a long time before it stabilized again.Ed blinked, and saw Gracia in front of the camera tucking a strand of hair behind her ears, and then stretched out her hand to gently caress her swollen belly.

Under the thin sweater, the female's frail body is pregnant with a sleeping life that has already taken shape, showing incredible tenacity and innocence.The young man who was originally exploring with curiosity was at a loss for words at this moment, unable to think of any customary scientific terms or precise words to describe what he was witnessing, which should be a very common scene - he just stared blankly at The still-gestating life and the gentle mother in the camera reminded me of my own mother in a daze.

All people come into this world intact and without evil thoughts, Ed thought.Whether it's me, Al, or that fellow Mustangu.Maybe not everyone is born with the expectations of their parents, but at least they should be born with their own expectations for the world.At that time, I didn't think so much, I didn't think about the irreversible and irreversible losses, setbacks, and hardships in my life, and I didn't expect the fate of meeting unexpectedly, ending without a disease, and reuniting after a long absence.But people are bound to fight against loneliness and pain, to face doubts and hurts, to carry secrets and questions to the grave, and to go back and forth again and again—whether they are themselves, Al, or that guy Mustangu.

Ed never believed in these vain and supernatural metaphysics in the past, and he still does not believe in them now and in the future.But at a certain moment, in some short moments, those words about fate and destiny really shook the young man's heart. For example, when he saw the life conceived in front of him, when he thought of Roy Mustang: The former will come to this not-so-good but not-so-bad world in three or four days, while the latter stands beside him under the overgrown barn, rubbing himself being pinched by Ed. It looked so embarrassing and funny that Ed couldn't help laughing thinking about him.

"Hello," Ed whispered to Gracia's child, "see you soon."

Mustangu beside him laughed, "It's not easy to say it's too early."

Gracia held her husband's hand in surprise, "Alicia kicked me!"

After Matthew Hughes settled his wife's rest, he walked out of the pink bomb room with his mobile phone.Ed secretly breathed a sigh of relief, but Mustangu was not reluctant.

"'Alicia'?" Roy said trickyly, "You have already chosen your name? Are you really not considering the possibility that it might be a boy?"

Matthew Hughes snorted stubbornly, "I said it's a girl, it's a girl!"

"What if it's a boy? This is a 1:1 possibility."

"Then...then I'm not afraid." Ma Si rolled his eyes, "I have more than ten years of experience in taking care of boys."

Roy's face was unclear, so he suddenly realized when he saw Ed raising his neck and laughing loudly, and immediately changed into an unconvinced expression.

"Where did you take care of me?"

"If you say something like this, you should have been rolled up and thrown from the balcony by your senior." The man with glasses pointed to Roy and said, "In order to make up for the sins I have suffered in the past ten years, God will definitely give me an angel." Such a cute and beautiful little girl."

"You have no basis," Roy muttered.

"You guys just bet." Ed couldn't help interjecting.

"Ed, are you talking to me!"

"No! ! =dish=』

"Okay, bet." Hughes was very interested.

"As a father, you actually bet on such a thing!"

"Don't be cowardly, incompetent! 』

"Who's scared," Roy yelled, "Just bet, $5?"

"(The chipmunk laughs while holding a pine nut.gif)"

Ma Si couldn't help laughing, "Ed, what are you betting on?"

"Real estate certificate." Ed said quickly, "I don't have any place to live in Seattle now. The house I lived in is too unlucky, so I quit it."

"The chemical factory on the left and the cemetery on the right?" Roy said, "Edward, why are you the one who benefits?"

"If I lose, I will find a way to demolish the place where Roy originally lived to make room for you." Matthew Hughes said simply.

Ed jumped to his feet and cheered.

Roy Mustang simply cut off faсеtime.