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

Objectively speaking, the 16-year-old Alphonse Erik is actually very similar to the Edward Erik who is one year older than him: he also reads a book from a young age (or half a time) and knows everything Gifted children are also included in first-class research institutes at a young age to engage in academics, and they also have the vision to see the aunt a few floors away shaving the legs and the art appreciation ability of flamboyant postmodernism (although Al is not like Ed is so proud of it and proclaims his deformed aesthetic everywhere), not to mention their identical blond eyes (inherited from their father who knows where this scumbag is), and pointy chins Slender neck (inherited from "may Mary rest in heaven" mother).Yet despite these superficial externalities, once one has understood the two men, one rarely realizes what they have in common.

Ed still remembers the scene when his former roommate communicated with his younger brother for the first time through facetime. At that time, Lin had just finished eating the tofu curds he bought from Chinatown early in the morning, and his mouth was still stained with oil. The meeting came quite unexpectedly.After the three of them hurriedly ended the call, Lin wiped his face and came out of the bathroom with resentment on his face.

"Why are you calling at this time? I haven't combed my hair, so it's not good to just see your brother like that."

"You can walk ten miles to the street to buy groceries without combing your hair, why don't you be ashamed to see Al."

When Eddu said this (due to his low EQ), he couldn’t figure out Lin’s true intentions (who was still single at the time), but it was strange that the other party not only did not fight back his complaints, but even held back his own. Shoulders, revealing a hideous dog-legged face.

"Your brother is straight? Give me his number."

The tablet in Ed's hand fell to the ground with a thud.

Thank goodness they had carpeted.

However, even if all the money for repairing the tablet in the Apple Store is paid to Edward, this will no longer make up for his broken heart.It's not that there is any difference in the hypocritical friendship between him and his roommate, but that when Lin and himself met for the first time, they winked with disdain and embarrassed to hurt their self-esteem, and said hypocritically: You are not my type.

"Fuck me, is there that much difference between me and Al!?"

"Yes." The other party made a decisive decision without hesitation.

Ed, who is the honorary chairman of the National Brotherhood Control League, was caught in a vortex of pride and frustration.

But Al, who is one year younger than himself, does know how to deal with people more than himself.You must know that Ed was an orphan student who went to college and couldn't help laughing when he saw a senior from the skateboard club slipping in front of him during class, and Al was already the president of the student union at that time.Al raised his forehead several times to clean up the mess for the stupid Oni-chan, and then couldn't help but say, brother, you are too ignorant of the world.

"But what if some evil pens are really badass?" Ed retorted angrily.

Al heard the words and didn't preach, and turned his face to show an angelic smile.

"Will you just watch him die?"

The golden haired boy shuddered.

In short, relying on various shameful or shameless tricks, Al succeeded in convincing most people that he is a good man, and his heart is so strong that Ed has been secretly frustrated that he has nothing to be an elder brother, no matter in terms of height or emotional intelligence. dignity.In those scenes where Ed himself felt embarrassed and wanted to kill himself, his angelic brother was always able to think rationally and immediately draw the most direct conclusions.

For example, at this moment, Ed picked up the tablet and went into the room regardless, his heart was beating wildly, as if he was really caught and raped in bed.Al, on the other side of the screen, immediately recovered from the petrification. He stretched out his hand to pick up the tea with strange leaves floating on it, and sent it to his mouth, while rolling his golden eyes.

Ed was desperately calculating the probability that he could deceive Al by lying at this moment.

Conservative estimates are comparable to the possibility of ISIS winning the Nobel Peace Prize.

By the time his butt touched the sheets, the cup in Al's hand had already been put down.There was a thoughtful look on his face, the last time Ed had seen him like that was when Al was contemplating whether to push the line jumpers straight off the tracks at the train station.

Ed looked at Al.

Al looked at Ed.

Ed swallowed nervously.

Al gave an angelic smile.

"Are you wearing a T?"

Ed fell off the bed.

"Fuck, it's not like this Al, listen to my explanation!!"

"Okay, you explain," Al said immediately, "but he is the type you like. He is tall, thin-waisted, big-bodied, and looks good."

Ed wanted to go to the train station and lie on the tracks.

"That guy, you can be regarded as someone who has a lot of connections at work? Let's borrow it for one night." Ed held his forehead, trying to suppress the urge to throw the tablet down from the fourth floor, "I don't know you at all, anyway, it's not you thought relationship."

"How do you know what I think about your relationship?"

"You fucking TT said it, Alphonse Eric!" (╯‵ ′)╯︵┻━┻

"That's it." Al leaned back and leaned on the back of the chair.

"Yes." Ed gritted his teeth, "I don't want to tear up my face right away because of work, anyway, it's not too late to let him go today."

Al nodded thoughtfully.

Then he spoke.

"But he's your type."

Ed buried his head between his knees in despair.

"Alphonse," Ed said heartbroken, "I didn't even know when you were such a bitch!!"

"You are caring about you," the other party disagreed, "and that's the truth."

"I……"

At this time, there was a crisp finger snapping from outside the room behind him.Ed turned his head in horror, only to see Mustang leaning against the door frame and looking at him with a smile.

"I didn't eat anything but breakfast yesterday," said the other brazenly. "May I have the fried chicken and coconut milk in your refrigerator?"

Ed finds it miraculous that he didn't break down today.

"roll!"

The other party actually smiled shamelessly, turned around and walked towards the refrigerator.As soon as the figure disappeared, Al, who had been silent for a long time, opened his mouth. Obviously, he heard everything just now.

"Is this someone you don't know at all?"

"I'm really unfamiliar," Ed said desperately, "I only met him about three days ago, and I didn't speak more than 10 sentences back and forth."

"Then why did you let him live with you?"

"...the situation is compelling."

At this time, there was another snap of fingers behind him.

The young man looked guilty and annoyed, and turned his face away again, "What's the matter?"

"Would you like to share a share for you?" The other party spoke in a dignified tone as the head of the family.

"Fuck you."

"Then I'll divide."

Now he really wanted to wonder if there was actually a language barrier between the two of them.

Looking back at the screen, Al looked thoughtful.

"Although I think it's better to be more cautious," Al said, stretching his waist, "but after all, he is the first person you have a crush on, so as long as you are sure that the other party is not a famous grass, there is nothing wrong with you taking the initiative. .”

Damn, why did he suddenly take a big personal step when he turned around?Edward felt tired for a while.

"Al I really didn't..."

The other party raised his hand and made a pause gesture, "Think what you like, I'm just telling you that."

Ed paused, and silently stretched out his hand to pinch the tip of his nose, holding his breath while thinking about how to answer.But even if he could solve the chemical problems with astronomical numbers entangled together, he really couldn't have any sense of confidence in this aspect-not to mention that the person he was talking to was Al, who was thousands of miles away and still like a roundworm in his stomach, not to mention the person who was talking to him. In the center is Mustangu, who is not far away, whose hair and clothes are in a mess and who is looking for coconut milk in the refrigerator, but is still extremely sexy.In the end, my face turned purple, and I still couldn't think of anything.

"Al, I don't know what to do." Ed raised his head as if giving up, and met Al's concerned eyes.

"Ed," said Al, "it's no shame to do what you want."

If this kind of chicken soup is full of meaning, it can only be said with Al's face in a sincere sense.Although Ed thought about Al's expression in private, it was actually more like he was sympathizing with a fool.Edward felt that Al himself didn't necessarily believe these words, because there are so many involuntary people in life, and doing what he wants is not so much "free and easy", but more like "making trouble for no reason" and "acting arbitrarily"-although he does everything No less work.

But it's obviously not working now.Because if Ed followed through on what he was doing right now, he would soon be forced to spend the rest of his life in the cell for premeditated murder.

When Ed turned off facetime and walked into the living room, he saw two asymmetrical empty plates and a glass of coconut milk on the dining table, and the fried chicken that had just come out of the microwave was haggardly exuding the heat of old age, Mustang Gu Zheng was sitting sideways at the table with Erlang legs crossed, watching TV with the remote control in one hand, and sending coconut milk from another glass to his mouth in the other hand.

Under such an unbelievable picture, Ed felt ashamed that he had made up a beautiful picture of the two people's cohabitation life in the future.

He stared for a long time, but to no avail. The other party didn't know what he was watching, and he was engrossed in the TV.Considering that the other party might be due to the height difference, his line of sight was blocked by the table and chairs, so Ed climbed up on the stool, crossed his hips, and planned to prepare some righteous questions about Mustangu's series of behaviors.However, before the train of thought had time to form a sentence, the rationality was already diluted by the aroma of fried chicken.The ancients said, how can you be hungry when you do great things?As a last resort, the boy resentfully reached out to get the chicken.At this time, the TV youth who had been engrossed in it all the time spoke, but still did not look at Ed.

"Your man's phone number?"

Ed almost spat out the chicken bone.

"That's my brother!"

"...You actually dated your own brother?"

"Fuck, are you out of your mind?"

"Listen, are you single?"

Ed was at a loss for words while holding a chicken leg in his mouth. In this era of discrimination against singles, admitting this incident seems to be no different from admitting that he is ugly/dumb/frigid.He swallowed the meat silently, and then spoke slowly.

"It's none of your business."

The other party smiled silently, and the colorful lights of the TV screen reflected on his face were really beautiful.

"That's fine," said Mustangu. "It's not good to misunderstand you or your partner."

Ed felt a pain in his heart, and the taste of the overnight chicken legs was gone.

"You don't mind if your partner misunderstood something?" Ed sneered, "Although I dislike you very much, and I completely - object to your staying overnight, but you have a big heart."

Mustang shrugged nonchalantly, "I'm single."

Now it was Ed's turn to be surprised.Although it was expected that extramarital affairs would not be regarded as a relationship by this scumbag, he really didn't look like a guy with no one around him. After all, he was good-looking, good-looking, and good-looking.Just when he was surprised, Ed suddenly noticed what Mustangu's staring TV program was.

He turned his head and saw the pretty face in front of him, with his hair combed, sitting upright on the screen discussing Wall Street stock indexes with an analyst on the side.

Ouch I go.

"I've never seen one so narcissistic," Edward said sarcastically, reaching for the second chicken leg, and after touching it for a long time, a middle wing came out.

"How can you say that." Mustangu turned around and threw a chicken leg bone onto the dinner plate, "It's clear that you are dedicated to verifying your work."

"Speaking to the boss's wife is also a dedication, right?"

As soon as he said this, he regretted it.This rhetorical question is simply inexplicable, Edward has no reason and no right to ask, just like he has no reason and no right to feel commotion and heartbreak when he thinks of Mustangu pressing someone against the door to kiss.

However, the other party was not angry, embarrassed, or even showed any signs of uneasiness.He shrugged disapprovingly, speaking as if he really didn't care.

"No, she and I were frustrated in love and kept each other warm. She really loves her husband. As long as he can put down his work and look at her, he should immediately return to the embrace of the family."

Ed was stunned.

There is so much information that I don't even know where to start complaining.He didn't want to know about the family affairs of CNN's director of broadcasting!Moreover, although I have never seen "warming each other", what the hell is "frustrated in love"?The girl Xieska in the reference room downstairs in the laboratory appeared in Ed's mind. She was so conscientious and honest that she actually missed work for half a month, and it took two weeks for the people in the research institute to remember to look for her.It is said that when the personnel from the personnel department knocked down the door of the girl's rental apartment, Xieska had already been buried under the fallen bookcase for 10 minutes, with only one breath left. Falling bookshelves", the root cause is "frustration in love".As soon as the gossip spread, the corridors of the research institute were full of sighs, and the tea room was full of pity and sighs for a girl who almost died here. When Teacher Izmi went to the hospital to visit Sheska, he volunteered to break the heart Han's third leg.In short, in Ed's eyes, it was something that would only happen when a "poor man" met a "greedy guy", and it didn't seem like it would happen to the shining guy in front of him.

It's not too bad that he is that "heartbreaker".

Roy turned his head, blinked, and laughed.

"Why this expression?"

Ed didn't know what his expression was at the moment, and the two-line operation was too difficult for Ed's extremely limited EQ, so that he couldn't even say "nothing" hypocritically while thinking about Roy at the moment .He just stared at him stupidly, with a defensive look in his eyes, and he was still clutching the chicken wings.Ed said blankly, "You don't seem like someone who would be 'frustrated in love'."

The other party burst out laughing, put down the glass, and stretched out his hand.Then his thin white finger bones just reached out and hugged Edward's blond hair, which was still messy at the moment.This image is so haunting, Ed didn't even picture it in his dream, and he didn't even care about things like Roy's hand holding the cup that hasn't been wiped, or that he hasn't washed his hair in the morning. .

Roy smiled and rubbed the boy's furry head, and brushed his fingertips across his ears. His smile was so sincere and innocent for a moment, Ed almost forgot that he was a man full of mysteries and complicated relationships. Children of average age.

"I'll tell you later."

TBC