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

"Do you believe in God?"

"how is this possible?"

"How is it impossible? There are many scientists who believe in God."

"You mean your Isaac?"

"Why, Mr. Atheist?"

Mustang asked stubbornly, Edward curled his lips, shifted his eyes evasively, and looked back at the game console in his hand.

"I wouldn't say something like 'God doesn't exist' or 'God is just the product of the delusional beliefs of incompetent people'." The boy lowered his head, moved his fingers on the handle, and spoke in a low voice from below. Came, "I'm an atheist, and I haven't experienced a 'miracle', but I have no evidence to deny his existence, so I won't be giving you an impassioned article like you'd expect. Atheism speech, thank you."

After speaking, the tone naturally changed, from an impatient and slightly vague statement to an angry and deliberately finding fault.The young man raised his head from the phone to see the listener's expression, but the other person's face was not irritated or provoked by him at all. Instead, he showed a fake and serious attitude, folded his arms and thought about what he just said.

It's probably not a good thing to say here.From the scene that Ed saw from the corner of his eye, one could see the middle-aged aunts who gathered together and whispered and cast resentful eyes in the direction of the two of them with a sense of justice, although Ed was still not sure why he was being hated. Is the reason because of the blasphemous words he said just now, or because of the passionate battle BGM from the 3DS in his hand.

This is not Dou's fault, if you want to blame it, you can blame gamefrxxk and Nintendo.

Of course they did not encounter any miracles that night.The broken car did not wait for the moment of rejuvenation, but first waited for the small crane that passed by.A few hours later, when they were hoisted by a crane to the repair station in a broken blue iron car (the repair station uncle: "What to repair, just send it to the waste recycling station." Roy: "If I do that, I don't have to go home , go directly to the crematorium." Ed: "Hahahaha!") When he hurried to the hospital, it was already daylight.The relatives and friends of other patients and pregnant women had already fallen on the chairs and slept crookedly. Only Mars Hughes was still standing in the doorway of the delivery room, holding two bouquets of roses with a worried expression on his face, as if he was really in the hospital. To welcome the princess and give birth to the crown prince. The tension on his face did not relax a little until he saw Roy and Ed running wildly and out of breath.

"Thank you for coming here Ed." Mas patted Ed on the shoulder.

Ed quickly threw the pot away, "Mastangu is so stupid that he can't drive that kind of broken car, I can get there earlier."

"You have to make me unhappy at a time like this! Can you buy a car?" Mas hammered Roy's shoulder in a friendly manner, and Roy staggered and almost fell to the ground.Ed smiled happily.

"Didn't it say there's still half a week left?" Roy rubbed his shoulders painfully.

"Three or four days early is not considered premature, although I am still very worried."

"It's all your fault." Roy looked down at Ed, "I shouldn't let you say something like 'see me sooner'."

"Damn it, how the hell can you throw the blame on me!"

"What's with the flowers in your hand?" Roy said.

"One bouquet for Gracia and one bouquet for Alicia." Fang said righteously.

Roy snorted, his contempt was beyond words, as if he was too lazy to repeat the 1:1 probability theory.Mas immediately sensed the other party's disdainful emotion, took Ed's arm and said, "You wait for Mustangu's real estate certificate."

A promise is a prophecy.

Really girls.

As soon as the door of the delivery room was pushed open, before the other two people could react, Matthew Hughes grabbed the flowers and plunged into the flow of people pouring out of the room, rushing towards the lady on the bed without hesitation.The nurse pushing the cart warned loudly not to make the mother so excited, and the nurse beside her couldn't stop laughing. This old man, who was taller than Roy, took off his clothes uselessly in front of a group of people. Glasses, wiping the corners of his eyes while smirking, he insisted on following the cart to Gracia’s bed along the way, even the exhausted wife lying on the bed couldn’t help laughing angrily, Her husband held out his left hand, and interlocked his fingers tenderly.

The other family members of the patients were obviously awakened by the swarm of people just now. They frowned and looked around sleepily, exchanging complaints in a low voice, and walked slowly to the excited vending machine to buy coffee.Standing aside, Ed and Roy became decorations instead, watching the big crowd send the princess back to bed with a dazed expression.Ed poked his head, watching the flow of people disappearing at the end of the corridor, and was surprised to remember that the first time he saw Matthew Hughes was actually in the hospital.Roy was also there at the time, with the same tired face and scars as now, and standing under the cold lights of the hospital in the same way—the difference is that the new life he welcomes is the other person standing beside him at this moment.Like Ed, he looked around in bewilderment, at the aunts chatting in front of the delivery room, at the family members of the patients sitting back in their seats and opening the cans of coffee, his wandering eyes still went everywhere, but in the end they always fell on himself On the shoulders, neck, antenna, and tip of the nose, the young man caught his gaze several times.

"Do you want to see the baby?" A nurse came forward, "Come with me."

The place they walked into next reminded Ed of the small greenhouse managed by the biological laboratory. It was also surrounded by glass walls, and the room was filled with soft and dim orange-yellow warm light and plain white noise. The glass covers embedded in precision instruments, the only difference is that the immature life in the covers is no longer a bunch of exotic flowers and plants, but pink babies curled up like flower buds.The boy couldn't help holding his breath, as if he was afraid that if he panted a little harder, he would wake up the sleeping baby, but his walking pace became messy and clumsy due to excessive tension, and he kicked Mustang who was walking in front several times. antiquity.

The other party turned slightly and gently pulled him.Under the soft light, his face was surprisingly gentle and calm.

"It's her."

A glass cover was lifted, giving off a flash of light and a low sound that stood out against the silence.Ed's gaze clearly never left the nurse in front of him, but he couldn't help being taken aback, watching her be lifted from the blanket and embraced into the gentle embrace of a woman in bewilderment.

And Mustangu, who has always been mature, doesn't seem to be any better than the startled kid beside him at the moment.Ed's questioning eyes turned to him, and he glanced at Ed with a little nervousness, then looked at the sleeping baby in the nurse's hand in bewilderment, blinked his eyes, took a step back, and didn't take the nurse's hand for a long time. hints from him.

"Aren't you going to give him a hug?" The nurse smiled helplessly.

This seemed to be an obvious thing, but Roy seemed to be stunned by an unheard of idea.He smiled awkwardly, folded his folded arms halfway, and hugged them again, whispering that the child's parents haven't come yet, and it doesn't matter if you wait a while.

"It's nothing to hug." The young lady didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

"I'll make you cry."

"This is a little princess, how can a girl cry in the arms of a handsome guy like you. Hurry up."

Speaking of which, it seems that all reasons to retreat have been completely eliminated.Ed pursed his lips, held back a gloating and nervous smile and pushed Mustangu's arm, and then watched him carefully embrace the pink little girl from the nurse's arms with a helpless smile. .

So small, Ed thought, smaller than he thought.She was wrapped in a fluffy blanket like a flower bud embedded in a leaf, her whole body was soft and flushed, lying in Mustangu's arms as long as his forearm, her curled fist was hanging down On Roy's wrist, it seemed to be able to hold Ed's thumb.And she really didn't cry or even wake up from her sleep.She leaned in Roy's arms, comfortable and calm. Sure enough, as long as the person holding her is good-looking, no matter how stiff the hugging movement is, it is completely acceptable-it doesn't look like the adult holding her in his arms, the posture is like being tied up by someone On the torture rack, the angle was stiff, the limbs trembled uncontrollably, his face turned blue and white, and his eyes shone with nervousness and shyness.Roy Mustang looked down at the little princess in his arms in panic, as if he had hugged so many women but still didn't know how to be gentle with her, Ed who was watching couldn't help but laugh out loud.

The opponent's gaze shifted quickly, as if he had found a place where the guns could be aimed at.

"Come and try it too, my little blond beauty." Mustangu smiled sinisterly and leaned down slightly.

Ed's hair exploded instantly.

"No, no, no, I really absolutely..."

"Hurry up," Roy chuckled softly, "don't wake her up, it won't hurt if you hug her."

Ed wanted to jump up and punch him.

But he has a little fairy in his arms.

But the nurse is still standing by.

But he looks so pretty when he smiles.

The boy felt that he had become a robot, his body lost his intuition and did not obey his commands.He stretched out his arms stiffly, and tremblingly took her from Mustangu's hand. He was so nervous that he almost forgot to cast a hateful look at her, and was concerned about how to hold her tighter to prevent her from slipping, or Loosen up a little more to keep from hurting her.

It was heavier than expected, Ed couldn't help holding his breath again, and opened his eyes wide to see her small face and small hands, which looked more and more like a small rose flower at a close distance.The weight in the arms is soft and boneless, but full of solidity, and it seems to glow with a faint pink soft light under the light.Ed couldn't help but get carried away and shook slightly.

Then she opened her eyes.

Ed almost screamed.Roy was shocked.

"Difficult, do you mean..."

"Don't be nervous, it's normal to blink." The nurse quickly said, "The baby's pupils are very big, so he can't see people clearly."

As she spoke, she really blinked her eyes, as if echoing the nurse's words.But on the other hand, she doesn't seem to be ignorant of everything in the outside world as the nurse said.Her round eyes were wide open, full of crystal clear surprise.She looked at the whole new world that was far from being opened to herself, she looked at Ed and Roy, two surprised but excited faces reflected in her clear eyes.

Ed suddenly felt that a certain part of his body was shattered by her, and dissolved without reason.Obviously just a child who doesn't know anything, Ed thought, she doesn't know Fermat, Schwinger, or even Newton, but she has the ability to make him feel a little shy and a little bit embarrassed. Happy, couldn't help but smile.

"Her eyes are blue-green," Roy said. "It's over, just like her silly father."

Ed curled his lips, finally couldn't help laughing, and stuffed his thumb into her small fist.

"Hey, it's been a long time, Alicia."

Right now, they are in a small local church that is not spacious, surrounded by lawns and woods, and there are not many believers in the narrow auditorium.The four walls of the room are bright and light, and there are not many first-class items such as stained glass candles and statues that are necessary in Ed's memory. Instead, a tree of camellias outside the window is in full bloom. Green leaves and red flowers spread out inside the window.

The cold winter at the beginning of the story has already entered spring at this moment.

Under the glaring gazes of several aunts in the distance, Ed finally put away the 3DS resentfully, and followed the steps of Mustangu to the pool where the holy water was filled.The priest in a white robe dipped one hand in the water, leaned slightly while holding the water tank with the other, and gently asked the child's name.Gracia, who was wearing light makeup, blinked her eyes and looked at her husband several times, but he was obsessed with the father-daughter communication with the daughter in her arms throughout the whole process. Helpless glance.The young mother suppressed the happy smile on her face and said softly: Ali, this child's name is Alicia.

The next scene became blurred in the boy's mind, perhaps because the sunlight was too glaring where they were by the window, or maybe because everything was separated by a hazy veil woven by thoughts.He watched the priest pick up the child, and couldn't help thinking of the conversation he had with Mustangu while waiting.In this day and age, except for those who grew up in a special environment, perhaps not many can confidently say how much they believe in gods.But even so, there are still people like Roy Ed, who don’t even go to church on Sunday, come to this place for various reasons, as if seeking confession, welcoming life, and saying goodbye to life must all be in this place called God. What goes on under the watchful eyes of idols—whether the confession will really find an exit, whether the welcome is really prepared, whether the farewell is really relieved and painful, all are under the eyes of "him".

"Are you ready to help your child's parents fulfill their responsibilities as Christian parents?"

After an unknown period of time, Ed's thoughts were interrupted. He was shocked to find that at some point, Roy's hand was holding his own. He smiled confidently and softly at him, and his voice of affirmation was calm and powerful.He said it was like this.

The boy immediately remembered the conversation they had just been interrupted by his aunt's hostile gaze. Edward was annoyed by Roy's questioning, and stated angrily:

"I don't 'deny' the existence of God, nor do I 'don't believe in' his power. I don't rely on him, so I don't believe it." Ed gritted his teeth and said, "I'm confused, just find a way Solve; the object I hate, I will find a way to conquer by myself; the thing I want, I will work hard to get it, no substitutes, no downgraded products, I want the real thing. So I don’t rely on gods or other people’s Give alms, don't follow the bible or anyone else's rules, don't care if God's eyes are always on me, there is no heaven for me to ascend to or hell to fall into - love or hate , are all things that I decide and put into practice alone.”

These remarks are actually out-and-out fallacies. They should have been ridiculed by the other party, but the strange thing is that the other party did not do that.

At that moment, Roy was sitting beside Edward, with his head tilted and his arms propped up, showing a thoughtful expression.Behind him was the soft sunshine from the outside, he lowered his eyelids slightly, and his eyelashes cast distinct reflections on his irises.Then he raised his eyes again, his gray-black eyes fixed on the boy, and Ed looked back at him, watching a strand of black hair slip from behind his ear and fall on his white temple.

I just heard Roy say: "But maybe everything is just the opposite. There is such a possibility: In fact, there is no decision that comes entirely from one's own mind, but is secretly driven by other factors that rush in the same direction. The result of traction. Just like a cage placed on the water, we are in the cage, looking at the scene outside the cage - everything we do is all out of our own intentions, external influences and those things that we cannot explain ourselves. It is impossible for outsiders to understand the reason, but they really have to do that. But in fact, everything they see and do is in the current, and they are all heading in a direction that existed before the birdcage was created. drive away."

Ed immediately thought of the first and second volumes of the spicy chicken typesetting, and the fog in his mind seemed to be dropped by a smoke bomb, spinning around in place, making him more confused and more difficult to think.

So Edward thought about it at that time, and finally couldn't help but ask him: "What about you? Do you believe in God?"

Roy pondered for a moment, stretched out his hand while thinking, and unconsciously put a strand of Ed's blond hair behind the boy's ear—familiar and natural, as if he had done it countless times.

"Not in the past," Roy said, "but now there's some confidence."

For a moment, the sunlight behind him was so warm, and the urge to approach the man in front of him was so strong that this time, Ed even gave up on continuing to suppress, but directly leaned forward, Kissed his tender temple.

Ed stretched out his hand, shaking his fingers roguely, with a vicious and sinister smile on his face.He said, "Hey, where's the real estate certificate?"

Mustangu immediately shrunk, "Go to his mother's Matthew Hughes, it's enough for him to have a happy family life, and he's going to tear down my cozy nest."

"Who cares about you? You're incompetent," Ed laughed. "I've worked so hard to get here. There's absolutely no reason for me to return empty-handed."

Roy turned around and stared at Edward seriously. His serious look even frightened the little dwarf who pretended to be a hooligan.He thought for a while, and began to dig out his pockets one by one in front of Ed, then dug out a series of tinkling things from the coat pocket in embarrassment, and finally pulled out the shiny ones from the metal ring. Things—a series of actions, showing a subtle demeanor throughout the whole process.

"What is this?" Ed paled in shock, as if he had picked a hot potato.

"The key." The other party took it for granted, as if he really handed Ed a potato for eating.

"What key??"

"The key to my house, haven't you been there many times?" Roy ignored Ed's dislocated jaw and said to himself, "Look, this way you don't need to sew my door frame like a thief , and secondly, it’s half of the real estate certificate, right? The other half, will you make up for it later?”

"Okay, sister," Ed said reluctantly, holding his chin, "could the real estate certificate be the same thing as living with you?"

"No," Roy said, "I like you should be added to the latter."

Ed fell off his chair.

Ed sat on the ground covering his face, trembling with anger.

Ed grabbed Roy by the collar and dragged him to the ground.

Ed said that you can get everything you want so badly?

Roy said maybe because you happen to like me too?

Ed sat up abruptly, grabbed the other party's neck and pressed him to the ground forcefully.Roy laughed recklessly, and Ed's hands became more and more violent in anger, but in the end he couldn't hold back his face and laughed so hard that he bent to the opponent's chest.

END