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

Oddly enough, Mustangu did tell Ed about it later, even though it was quite some time later and in a very unexpected scene.

The scene at the time was that Mustangu, who was sitting across from Ed, was casually listening to the news he was broadcasting, while flicking his bangs critically in front of the phone camera.Ed, as a gay man with a straight heart, has always sneered at the old men for such sissy behavior.However, when the object turned into an afterthought man with delicate features, slender waist and long legs, and then thought that the other party had gone all out to cover the wound he caused, Ed couldn't help but feel a small lump in his stomach, so that the thought of The limp texture of the opponent's bangs, the pimples are itching in the heart.

Unexpectedly, at the moment when Ed Xiao Jiujiu was spinning, Mustangu himself posted it upside down.He was sitting on the high stool opposite, holding up his cell phone with one hand, and with the other hand, he applied a plaster to Ed's face across the table.

"Damn!! You want to fight, you!"

"Paste it for me." The other party was still admiring his pretty face, without even looking at Ed.

A young man smokes from his seven orifices.

"Fuck, why?"

Faced with Ed's furious questioning, the other party raised his head, showing a somewhat pitiful expression shamelessly, "You are also half responsible for this wound, right? I live by my face, if I lose my job if I lose my appearance , you take care of me?"

md is actually a little bit excited.

Thinking of how hopeless he was, Ed slapped himself viciously in his heart, and then squeezed the plaster on his face through gritted teeth, "I'm staying with you and bandaging you, You've done all your responsibilities!"

"Bandage? The next morning my colleagues saw the ball of cloth on my head and laughed at me for a long time. Even the sexy female anchor next door refused to open their eyes to look at me." Ruthlessly let me sleep next to the toilet? My waist is still hurting."

Out of breath, Ed stood up quickly, fanned the plaster and walked up to the man angrily, "That's really embarrassing, waist strength is also the capital for your life."

"It's true."

Mustang grinned and put down the phone.Then, quite unexpectedly, he turned to Ed, raised his face and obediently closed his eyes.

This is great.Ed's original plan was to throw the plaster directly on the opponent's face, but seeing him like this, the boy was at a loss instead.He knelt on the chair next to the other party in a daze, and stood on the spot with one leg, staring round his eyes at the complacent sneer on Mustangu's face, which clearly remained on his lips, but his face was indescribably cold and calm, black Behind his bangs are long eyelashes, and Ed even noticed the faint dark circles under his eyes, thinking that what he said earlier, "I didn't sleep for a few hours last night" was probably not a lie.

"Don't look, hurry up."

Edward was shocked when he heard the words, and quickly took a step back, but Mustang's ancient eyelashes didn't even move, let alone open his eyes to look at himself.

The young man couldn't help gritting his teeth, picked up the plaster, roughly cut a piece of it cursingly, and pasted it fiercely on the other's forehead.

The movements were menacing, but when they really got close, they couldn't help but softened down.Ed knelt on the chair next to Mustangu, stroked his bangs with one hand, and carefully pasted the medicine on the other's still red wound with the other hand.Ed couldn't help thinking that not long ago, the wound was still bleeding horribly, as if it couldn't stop, the deep red color made his face pale.At that time, the beaming man in front of him sat down on the floor of his own bathroom, bowed his head exhaustedly, the way he was holding his right hand at the exhibition, the way he was frivolously joking about himself just now, and the way he was on TV at the moment Talking with people about the economic index, they look like two different people.I don't know its true or false.

At this time, the other party suddenly grabbed the boy's wrist.

Ed's whole body was stiff for a moment, like a lump in his throat.I saw the other party opened his eyes, his eyelashes fluttering like butterflies in his palm, and then he pulled her down and gently moved down to reveal his almost gentle smile, but he didn't let go of his hand.

At that moment, my heart beat like a beating.

Mustangu said softly, "Your pulse is beating so fast."

fuck.

Ed almost bit his lower lip, and immediately shook his hands, jumped off the chair and walked back in a rage.

There were two happy chuckles behind him, but Ed was so angry that he wanted to hit the wall, so that he could at least cover his blushing face.

In broad daylight, the sky is bright.Although Ed did have some thoughts about Mustang in another scene, but in terms of the situation at the time, if Mustang didn't hurry up, Ed, who was dying of embarrassment, would probably be out of control. My unicorn arm broke through the opponent's forehead to let blood out, making him sober.However, Mustang seems to have installed some understanding sensor on Ed. After applying the medicine, he wiped his mouth, turned off the TV, and said he was leaving. His own physical and mental health, worry and tears—these words were so successful in triggering the upsurge of fried chicken and stomach acid in Ed's stomach, so that when Ed leaned against the door frame and looked at the complacent appearance of the other party's collar adjustment, He couldn't help but speak ill.

"He's obviously an uncle in his twenties, how can he have such a good sense of himself?"

"Personally, I think my self-positioning is quite appropriate." Mustangu pinched the doorknob, turned his head and smiled at Ed with a very embarrassing smile.

The corner of Ed's mouth twitched, "You don't really think that everyone will like you, do you?"

Predictably, this should have been a drop in the ocean that would have been answered quickly and then quickly drowned out in an entire lengthy, unnutritive conversation, no different than any other utterance.Although Ed's time in contact with Mustang is still pitifully short, he can also quickly answer this question from Mustang's perspective, such as saying yes with a slick smile, or pursing his lips in a pretentious manner. That's not enough.In short, in the imagination, this should have been a trivial matter.

But at this moment, in the face of countless alternative answers, Mustangu said nothing.He lowered his head and silently stepped on the heels of his shoes, opened the door, turned around and disappeared into the corridor of the apartment, leaving only his shrugging before leaving to shake off the almost unreal helplessness, and he landed in Ed's An understated summary before the porch.

"No. Even the person I like the most doesn't necessarily like me."

This sentence then became the thread of the mystery.In the final analysis, this is just a simple question, which can be easily solved by a person's name. If you really ask him, Mustangu may not really be able to cover it up artificially.But Ed just felt that this thread was involved in the beginning of everything about Mustangu, and once it was pulled, it would become irreparable and indescribable.Thinking of this, Edward seemed to have a reason to let go of something in the next few days, and silently believed in his heart that since it was something that did not belong to him, it seemed that it would not be difficult to let go; but while letting go, he felt subconsciously, He uncontrollably picked up something and stuffed it into his arms, the heavy and warm commotion, as if an extra heart had been stuffed into his body.When he came back to his senses, it was actually Lin who had broken up his friendship and patted himself on the shoulder.

"what?"

Lin looked at Edward's face as if he had just woken up from a dream, and he couldn't help but feel pity for the single dog in his heart.Mercifully, he decides to make a point, and jerks his chin at the laptop in front of Ed.

"You've been watching the news back and forth for at least two hours."

Ashamed.

There is nowhere to put it, except for the confusion, and the red wine brought by Mustangu.The half-opened bottle and half-filled glass of wine was first put on the coffee table and completely forgotten for several days, and Ed was barely remembered when he was eating takeaway on the coffee table and almost knocked over.However, the young man is busy with work and is far from having the leisure and elegance of a drink. After searching for a long time at home, he couldn't find a suitable place to store it, so he simply put it horizontally beside the pile of newspapers under the coffee table, like It was deliberately to be angry with the person who brought the wine.

Although Lin's reminder last time was shameful enough, Ed somehow found an unspeakable hobby from it, which is to follow CNN's morning news every day.Prior to this, Ed was very disdainful of the lackeys of the media under capitalism, and was complacent that he kept his ears to the outside world and only published experimental reports on social networks.However, since getting to know Mustangu, the daily half-hour news and afternoon interviews suddenly have a different meaning.In any case, Mustangu's good looks and Ed's had always been five-star praise, but he was short of inspecting the goods himself, so even if he just watched the other party's GIF and licked his face, it would be enough for him to be secretly crazy for a while.Not to mention that after knowing what a glib, shameless and shameless person I am, seeing him sitting upright, combing his bangs, and paying attention to national affairs with the guests with a serious expression becomes particularly comical.Once when Al called, he was watching the news with his voice turned off. Al asked what comedy he was watching with a puzzled face, so much so that he couldn't catch his breath from laughing.

"It's indescribable." Ed laughed so much that the water glass was overturned.

It has been nearly a week since I met Mustangu again.What happened was very strange, and Ed was also angry.In the afternoon, half an hour before the end of get off work, Ed was arguing enthusiastically with his colleagues in the laboratory about a new model diagram, and his face was red. The deadline for the model was imminent, and the tempers of the people present were quite violent , the scene is about to explode.This kind of scene can be regarded as a small show in three days and a big show in five days. The colleagues upstairs and downstairs have long been used to it. But at that time, Enwei, a rascal, just came to join in the fun. I guess I haven't seen the violent scene of the irritable mob in front of due, and I feel very fresh, but I don't know that I will burn myself and suffer disaster.At that time, Edward was busy pulling the thoughts of his idiot colleagues from the wasteland of Siberia back to the Seattle Canal, flipping through the brick-thick book and dancing around while highlighting the key points and strengthening the language. It hit Xiao Hei who was about to get close to him with a slap.Ed was dumbfounded, watching the opponent's small body fall to the ground in response, leaning back and bumping into the instrument behind him.Everyone immediately forgot about the love-hate entanglements surrounding the model, and rushed forward anxiously, checking whether the instrument had been damaged, leaving Xiao Hei crying and covering the back of his head, knowing that he had fallen to the ground mildew.

"It doesn't matter, I'm going to sue you for intentional injury! All of you are highly intelligent, and your actions are so violent!"

Ed never took threats; on the contrary, he was always weak when he was weak, strong when he was strong, and he couldn't help being meaner than the other side when he met a bitch, so much so that he spent almost half an hour trying to Ignoring the other party's wailing and howling complaints, unfortunately, it finally attracted Izmi upstairs.This is a terrible situation. Although Izmi was unhappy with Envi for a long time, considering that the other party was aggressive, he decisively chose to sacrifice the perpetrator Edward as a scapegoat in order to calm things down.As a result, at six o'clock in the afternoon, Ed got off work, and instead of going home to watch the news interview, he went to the hospital for stitches with a guy who he thought about day and night.

Ed felt that people's brains are twisted like this, is there still a bag that was knocked out?

In fact, Enwei himself didn't seem to think that there was a swollen bump on his head, because as soon as Ed walked out of the institute with him with a dark face and sat at the door of the consulting room, he quickly stopped the series of swearing and anger just now, covering his mouth From time to time, he turned the back of his head and threw a victorious and provocative smile at Ed, who was at the critical point of anger.

"Don't be angry, it's rare for us to have a chance to talk more~"

"For your safety, I suggest you shut up." Ed said firmly.

Just when the other party was about to risk his life to speak again, the doctor thankfully called him in.Ed got up quickly in relief, and wanted to run to the vending machine, but he bumped into a person at the corner before taking a few steps.He was fine, but the most powerful attack was the two cans of green tea that he knocked into the opponent's hand, and one of them even hit Ed, which felt like a nuclear bomb for a while.

"Ah, sorry, are you okay?"

Originally, when encountering such a thing, Ed instinctively opened his mouth to curse at the opposite party, but the other party was so polite, Ed felt embarrassed and arrogant.The young master then muttered "It's okay", leaned over to pick up the drink for the other party, and looked up at the other party's hearty and bright smile.

"Thank you."

The other party narrowed his green eyes with a pleasant smile, and pushed his glasses smoothly.Ed blinked his eyes, thinking that he had never seen someone so handsome with glasses and a beard, and there seemed to be no loss in polite greetings.Unexpectedly, Reflex Arc took too long to process the EQ information. The other party seemed to think that the small NPC incident was over. Before Ed could speak, he lowered his head and smiled apologetically, then turned sideways and walked behind Ed .

"Roy, what did the doctor say?" The other party said and threw a can of green tea in his hand.

"I still need to apply the medicine." A familiar voice.

Ed immediately stood in place, unable to move.

He suddenly remembered that the guy's name was Roy.

TBC