【Miying】Zero

Arthur nestled on the sofa, with a collection of poems spread out on his knees, stroking the fold-eared cat beside him in boredom, which he picked up on a rainy day when he first came to the United States, and was discarded in a cardboard box His hair was stuck with mud and water, only a pair of big green eyes staring pitifully at Arthur.

"Alas..." Arthur sighed for the fifth time within an hour. He didn't even turn a page in his poetry collection, and he seemed to be in a fugue, not knowing what he was doing.

Annie, who was sitting in the easy chair next to her, stopped knitting, looked at Arthur and smiled, "What's wrong?"

"Nothing." Arthur was a little sullen.

"Alfred didn't call?" Annie saw through Arthur's careful thinking, put down the sweater needle in her hand, picked up a ball of yarn and walked to the sofa where Arthur was sitting, and she threw the ball of yarn on the ground , the fold-eared cat's eyes became bright, and it jumped down and rolled aside with the ball of wool.

"I don't care about him!" Arthur retorted immediately.

"Then why are you staring at your phone all night, usually you are not a fan of electronic products." Annie easily broke Arthur's lie.

"It just happened to be placed nearby." Arthur was still stubborn, but those emerald eyes had already betrayed him, and the originally clear emeralds were covered with a layer of melancholy at this moment, making them look extraordinarily bleak.

"Since you miss Alfred, why don't you call him directly?" Annie asked puzzled.

"That's different..." Arthur put his legs on the sofa and put his hands around his knees, as if returning to his mother's arms when he was a newborn, "If I move first, it means I lose first. "

Annie chuckled when she heard this, "Why does falling in love sound like war when you say it out of your mouth?"

"This is a war in the first place. You will try back and forth, so as not to make a wrong step, and you will be worried every day. In this case, the person who first shows signs of liking will lose half first, because he has already shown his cards. The other party is proud of being favored, and if you like him, he will make progress." Arthur said in a muffled voice,

Annie replied with a smile: "Children nowadays are more worried about falling in love than in our era. When I was young, I immediately grabbed what I liked, otherwise I would run away. What should I do if I am in love? In the process, you don’t need to stick to the traditional concept, thinking that Omega is the passive side, if you want it, go for it, it’s such a simple thing.”

"It's not a gender issue..." Arthur's green eyes were a little shaken. He glanced at the mobile phone beside him, but he still didn't have the confidence to pick it up. He closed his eyes and murmured: "I also talked to you two years ago. He said he likes him, but he never responded, until finally I went back to England, he didn't say 'I like you' to me, only 'I'm waiting for you', but I really came back, But he forgot everything. I was also very sad when he got into a car accident, but I couldn’t help but think that maybe I wasn’t very important to him, so I forgot and forgot. Now that I’m starting over, I wish I could be a little more important."

"Arthur, falling in love is a process of enjoyment. You have harvested beautiful memories in the process, which is worth it. Never pray for a perfect future, it is too tiring. Love is something that you have already had. It is wonderful, and it is very worthwhile to recall the past when you are old." Annie advised.

"It's so annoying..." Arthur turned around and buried his whole body in the sofa, holding the phone tightly in his hand. It was already the limit to get Alfred's phone number before, and now he has to make an appointment with the other party, the British His reservedness is really going to be thrown back to his hometown by himself, I can only hope that Alfred after amnesia will not be difficult to make love to.

Annie, who was sitting next to her, smiled even more heartily after seeing Arthur send a text message with a painful expression on her face. Arthur was just like the fold-eared cat, sitting at her door on a rainy day, with a sandy golden color Her hair was covered with raindrops, her beautiful green eyes were full of confusion, she didn't know where she came from, let alone where she was going.In this situation, she reached out and brought the lost kitten home. Now that Arthur had a goal, Anne sincerely hoped that he would get a good result.

"Go to bed early, Arthur, don't forget that there is a birthday party on Saturday, Lily can't wait to know what her gift is." Annie reminded softly, she rubbed Arthur's hair and comforted him He is anxious.

Arthur let out a "hmm", his head was still buried in the pillow, it could be seen how much he trusted and relied on Anne, he was able to put down his guard in front of her and let his emotions vent.After Annie closed the door, he took out his phone again and logged into a mailbox that he hadn't used for a long time. It was full of emails, and most of them were sent by the same person. The son cursed to scare him back to England.

"I can't go back..." Arthur sighed and exited the mailbox. He didn't know whether it meant that he couldn't go back to England or that his relationship with Alfred couldn't go back to the way it was before.

Alfred opened the door of the apartment wearily, took off his clothes while walking, threw the clothes aside casually, and then slumped on the sofa in a large font, enjoying a rare rest—for the smooth progress of the new project, he was about to die I have been working overtime without sleep for three days.

"Meow——" the fat puppet cat rolled out of the kitchen. He jumped onto Alfred's body with a piece of potato chips in his mouth. The meat pads moved back and forth on Alfred's thighs and stomach as if he was massaging him. walk around.

Alfred raised the puppet cat with both hands, weighed it, and it seemed to be fat again, almost twenty catties, "Alfred, are you stealing potato chips again? This is my last stock." In Alfred In Fred's memory, he knew this familiar puppet cat, but why was it called Alf?He couldn't remember it, so he called it by this name naturally, maybe someone helped to change it.

With a groan, Alfred kicked Alfred in the face, broke free from his hand and jumped onto the sofa, staring curiously at the flashing mobile phone with his round eyes.Alfred rubbed his temples. The workload has been too much lately. He hasn't turned on his phone for two days. It's unbelievable that the battery can last until now.

Alfred pressed his thumb on the circular position, and suddenly remembered that Arthur had unlocked his four-digit code at random. It seemed that their relationship was really very close at that time.He clicked on the message box, a big smile involuntarily appeared on his tired face, there were several text messages in it, but his attention was only on the name.

— Arthur.

Just seeing the name, there was a warm current in his heart, and Alfred suddenly didn't want to click on the text message, and wanted to keep this sense of surprise before opening the gift forever.Arthur also sent several messages, and the time interval was still a steady hour, no more than a minute, no less than a second. Could it be that he was always thinking about his reply?Thinking of this, Alfred couldn't hold back his smile, he didn't know why he was so happy, he was just like an Alpha who just fell in love.

"Are you free this weekend? Don't think about it, I'm just asking."

"Well, the kindergarten actually has a birthday party, the owner of the two teddy bear gifts you brought back for me. I want to ask if you have time to attend? They want to thank you in person. You know, we Children need to develop a sense of gratitude.”

"Are you free? I won't bother you..."

Seeing the last text message, Alfred could imagine how depressed Arthur was on the other end of the phone, and wrapped himself in the quilt again, revealing his moist green eyes, enduring his unhappiness, and forcibly Responding to other people's comfort, "I'm fine, don't come over."

Alfred rubbed his face, raised his spirits and replied one by one.In fact, this situation only needs to be replied once, but he wants Arthur to receive a reply for every letter, otherwise the awkward Englishman will definitely fall into self-denial.

Although he has forgotten the memory of the past, he just knows it.