【Flame Burial】Our vulgar love story

In the early morning of the next day, the sky outside the window turned white, and the shadows of the clouds shimmered.

The light wind blew the curtains, and the Kazuki roses blooming outside fell on the white sheets.

Yanke was against the light, with his muscular upper body naked, propped his head with one hand, and stared at the peaceful sleeping faces of the people around him.

Some flower petals fell on the mourner's hair, he reached out and brushed it lightly, but it still disturbed the usual light sleeper.The man was only confused for a second after waking up, and the first sentence he opened his mouth was: "Mission... ahem, have you got the recording?"

His throat was hoarse and dry, as if he had swallowed a few large source stones raw, but his body was very refreshed, presumably Yan Ke helped him deal with it.

"Hmph, you are dedicated." Yan Ke sneered, "Don't worry, I got it. Your cousin and father are quite ambitious, and they actually want to fight against the government by artificially creating infected people." He lazily I reached out to play with the mourner's hair. Although the black color is a little unaccustomed, it still looks good.

This news made the mourner frowned and struggled to get up: "Send me the recording. If so, then this matter involves too much. We need to report to the superior as soon as possible."

"Okay, don't be in a hurry." Yan Ke stretched out his long arms to embrace him, and the angel fell into his arms.He stroked the red mark on his neck, which was the evidence of the love affair last night: "Did you promise to tell me about you yesterday, and you want to run away?"

What did Yan Ke say yesterday?

"I don't like one-night|stands" - what does that mean?The undertaker tried his best to mobilize his poor comprehension nerves to figure it out, but vaguely didn't want to know the answer.

The bodies of the two people were naked, their breathing blended together, and the warm body temperature of the touching made the surrounding air full of emotion.

In fact, the mourner was also a little lazy at the moment, maybe it was because the bed was too comfortable under the sun, or yesterday's absurd night exhausted his energy, or maybe it was because the atmosphere like a lover was too warm at this time.Lying in Yan Ke's arms, with his neck resting on his arms, he raised his head and asked:

"I didn't want to run away...but I don't know where to start. Maybe you ask questions and I answer them, which is more efficient."

Yanke approved his proposal, thought for a while, and asked: "Then, tell me how old are you first?"

"?" The mourner was taken aback for a moment, but he didn't expect him to ask this, "I will be 7 years old on July 7 this year."

"That's good, I won't do|minors." Yan Ke deliberately teased him, but unfortunately the undertaker didn't receive his frequency, and just nodded blankly.

"Forget it, let's go to the next question. Let me think about it, let's talk about your family. Didn't your father say that he died early? How did he become the leader of the opposition? What happened to that cousin? Same thing?" Yan Ke asked, thinking that this person's family relationship is really messed up.

This is a long story, but fortunately he is best at short stories.

The mourner sorted out his thoughts, and dug out those memories from the dark corner, and exposed them to the sun, exuding a rotten smell.

He picked up the main points and started to narrate, his tone was so flat that he seemed to be telling someone else's story, but the content made Yanke more and more startled the more he listened.

"My mother is an infected person, and my father is an expert in life engineering. Rutland's laws are very strict on infected people. After my mother got sick, she had hallucinations due to pain and hurt people. She was detained by the government in a special shelter for infected people. Prison, and died shortly after."

"My father has always regretted not being able to cure my mother's ore disease, and he hated the government extremely, and his spirit became very unstable. When I was five years old, I was accidentally scratched by an origin stone, but it was not infected. He found that my physique was special, so he Started experimenting on me to figure out why I wouldn't be infected. However, the experiments have been unsuccessful."

Now that these things were brought up, there was no longer any waves in his heart, it was just an inexplicable emptiness.

Although he didn't describe the content of the experiment in detail, Yan Ke knew that it must not be a good memory, so he just hugged him tightly and kissed the tip of his nose: "Enough, let's listen to so much for today."

The mourner patted the arms wrapped around his body, and said calmly: "It doesn't matter, information exchange is a necessary part to complete the task."

"Later, the policy on infected people became more stringent. When he was 16 years old, his father 'died' in a car accident. Thinking about it now, he should have arranged the suspended death. At that time, he might have had the idea of ​​using infected people to fight against the government, so he put The activities went underground, and I was naturally abandoned as a failed experiment.”

"My cousin is a powerful infected person. She has an outstanding musical talent. After fusing Originium skills, she can easily create confusing hallucinations. After her father 'died', she violated the law, She was permanently deported. This time, her father probably arranged for her to return to the country, and wanted to use her ability to develop infected people."

As he said that, the mourner suddenly showed a happy expression, and looked much more lively than usual: "Actually, my cousin hated me since I was a child, because I can't see the illusion she described."

"Hmph, it's better if you can't see it." Yan Ke disdainfully said, "It's not an outstanding ability anyway, and I don't even have any interest in making me fight." He then asked: "After your poor father died, how did you ?”

"I have a good life. The government supported me to complete my studies, and because of my ability to use guns and combat ability, I was recommended to enter the Rutland Atrium Notary Office. There are sensible people and everyone is easy to get along with. Although I'm still in the internship period, but my task points are enough, and I can become a regular next year without any accidents."

The undertaker was a little sleepy again as he spoke, his voice became a little nasal.The sun was too warm, and the breath on this person was too comfortable.

Rarely in a daze, he rubbed Yanke's calf under the quilt with the sole of his foot, and said, "I've finished my business. Can I ask you a question too?"

Yan Ke laughed, the sex still remained in his voice || the unique hoarseness and gluttony after love, he bit the lips of the mourner with his fangs:

"You're still pushing the envelope. OK, just ask."

The mourner shook his head to wake himself up, and his tone returned to his previous seriousness: "How far is your ore disease?"

He didn't find any ore substance on Yanke's skin, but he didn't know how well it was fused with the internal organs.

Yanke's tone was very indifferent: "I don't know, it's been a long time since I checked. The Sarkaz people are not infected. It's a minority. Anyway, I don't feel anything special now."

The mourner showed obvious dissatisfaction with his casual attitude, and frowned: "Although the ore disease is difficult to treat, it can be controlled as long as you cooperate with the treatment, and it can reduce a lot of pain. And now various institutions are stepping up their research, and recovery may be especially important." Unexpected."

Yan Ke buried his head in the pillow, apparently not wanting to talk about this topic, but the mourner didn't know how to look at people, and continued to speak earnestly: "Do you know that there is a pharmaceutical company called Rhodes Island? I heard that their treatment for ore disease He has unique insights, and has made a major breakthrough. Perhaps, you should go to Rhodes Island for consultation in the future."

Yan Ke was a little impatient, and pinched his mouth to keep people from talking: "I know, I know, why are you so verbose. You haven't fallen in love yet, so it's like this, if you talk about it, it's okay?"

He just made fun of the mercenary's ruffian, without thinking too much, and the two of them fell into a strange silence as soon as the words came out.

The mourner's face first showed a trace of doubt, then embarrassment, and seemed a little blushing in the embarrassment, but finally turned into a silent blank.

For some reason, Yanke felt a little upset when he saw it, and he was not happy to see his expression, so he couldn't help coaxing: "...Then what, don't get me wrong, I didn't want to talk to you—cough, I can't say Don't want to! Damn, how should I say this, it mainly depends on whether you want to..."

Before the undertaker could figure out the nonsense, Yanke's communicator beside the bed rang, breaking the peace in the room.

Yan Ke scratched his hair, sat up, and connected a little uncomfortable: "Hey, what do you have to say now?"

"..."

"Understood. Stay where you are, pack your luggage, and I'll be right back."

Yanke hung up the phone, but he didn't turn around for a long time.

The mourner also sat up. He felt the sudden change in the atmosphere, but he didn't speak.

He stared blankly at Yanke's beautiful back muscles, which had many old scars.The freshest ones are the shallow scratches he made during love yesterday.It should be gone soon, right?Like clouds drifting across the sky, leaving no trace.

He heard the man sigh, a little irritable, a little angry, and very helpless.With his back turned to him, Yan Ke said while putting on his clothes: "I must leave Rutland immediately. There are some problems in Kazdel's country. There are traitors in the mercenary team. The situation is a bit serious and we have to go back to deal with it. This mission... probably will be taken over by another team."

The mourner didn't know what was going on in his mind at the moment, and how to describe those surging emotions.

In the end, he just nodded, and calmly said: "Okay, may the Lord bless you all the best. Pay attention to safety, and remember to go to Rhodes Island to check after you are done."

Yanke was so bored that he just wanted to light a cigarette.He couldn't help but turn around, looked at the angel sitting on the bed, paused, and said, "You too, be careful. I'll contact you after the matter is resolved."

The angel nodded obediently, and said, "Okay. We haven't finished talking yet, and I still have a lot of questions to ask you, so let's save it for next time."

Yan Ke smiled and nodded.He opened the window and jumped onto the ledge.This is the room on the second floor of the bar, and he plans to jump straight down.

The mourners stared at him, the roses fluttered in the wind behind him, the sky, clouds and shadows could not outline how chic and eye-catching that figure was.

The fingers holding the quilt slowly tightened, and the mourner discovered for the first time that he also had emotions similar to "reluctance" in his heart.

For a moment, he almost thought that he was about to be able to understand the love and hate of ordinary people.

Yanke blinked at him, and said loudly: "By the way, little angel, you said one thing wrong."

"Your Lord will only bless you, not a Sarkaz who makes || love with his followers. So, as long as you bless me, that's fine."

"Also, I wish you a happy birthday in advance. The gift will be replenished to you later, goodbye."

After all, without any hesitation, Yan Ke's figure quickly disappeared outside the window.

The room returned to silence, only the wind was still gently playing with the curtains.

Looking at the empty window sill, the mourner suddenly shook his head and smiled softly. He thought to himself that Yan Ke had said something wrong.

The Lord will probably not bless him, a believer who makes ||love with the Sarkaz.

The separation in the early morning of that day was so easy, as if it would be so easy to meet next time.

But none of them expected that the road ahead would be so bumpy and bumpy, and all the changes were too fast and too fast, which caught people off guard.

In the face of unpredictable natural and man-made disasters, the promise given by language is too fragile.

So much so that when they met again, it was already six years later.

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Six years later, Yanke finally set foot on the "Rhode Island Pharmaceutical Company" mentioned by the undertaker.From the perspective of Rhode Island's operators, this man was quiet and solitary, with a dangerous and bloody aura all over his body, making people afraid to approach him.

Yan Ke was also happy, he was annoyed to death by the doctor who had lost his memory and lost his mind, and only hoped that this person would recover quickly so that he could kill him quickly.

Because he was really too lazy to play house with the children in Rhodes Island, Yan Ke always applied for some overseas jobs.

The more dangerous the battlefield, the more he likes it, and the more exciting the battle, the more excited he is, and he doesn't care about his own life or death.

He had just returned from Qiecheng that day, and the blood on his body hadn't been wiped clean.When passing by the office of the engineering team, I heard a few girls chattering.

"You really want to chase him? Think about it, the whole dormitory has told you how bad he is!"

"Why do you want to hinder the bright future between me and him? No matter what he is now, I believe that the power of emotion is great!"

"His views on intimacy are not as optimistic as yours. Rather, he is so pessimistic that one wants to give up immediately..."

"You are timid, let me try first! How do you know he is such a person?"

"Of course I know, okay, everyone in this dormitory knows!"

"..."

"But Mr. Undertaker is really handsome. When he helped fix the program last time, his appearance was so exciting."

"Who said no?"

The familiar name now sounds so unfamiliar that Yan Ke almost thought he was hallucinating.He subconsciously pushed open the door of the engineering team, scaring the girls so much that they almost screamed.

"Where is the person you mentioned?"

"Mr. Undertaker, you mean? He, he should be in the control center right now. Just now I heard the doctor ask him to go over and see what's wrong with the machine."

Before the words fell, Yan Ke had disappeared like the wind, and the girls were still in shock and worried:

In such a hurry, there will be no hatred, right?How could Mr. Undertaker beat Yankee? Should I inform Kelsey?So worried, so worried.

Rushing to the door of the control center without thinking, Yan Ke immediately saw the back of the man, pointing at the instrument, and talking to the doctor.

Has grown tall.But still not as tall as me.

It looks more mature and cooler.The youthfulness in the past seems to be just an illusion.

But the appearance has not changed much, it seems to be better.

Why did the halo turn black?

Yan Ke was thinking in a mess, his thoughts became a mess.I was so surprised that I didn't have time to think about anything, what should I say when I see someone now...

He wanted to leave subconsciously, avoiding people to sort out his thoughts, but he heard the cheerful greeting of the silly doctor:

"Yanke, you came back just in time! Our company has a new operator, and I want to introduce you to each other. This is—"

"No introduction needed, Doctor."

The mourner's voice is still as cold as it was a few years ago, but it has become more mature and stable, "This is Mr. Yanke, I know him. We have had... a one-sided relationship in the past."

The doctor didn't see that there was anything wrong between the two of them, so he nodded foolishly and said that's good, you really are destined.

The mourner looked at the man's back and walked out of the door a little stiffly, then turned his head suddenly, and whispered to Kelsey next to the doctor:

"Ms. Kelsey, if you have time tomorrow, I hope I can talk to you about the treatment of ore disease."

Kelsey was a little puzzled by the nonsensical words: "Aren't you free from ore disease?"

The mourner shook his head, rolled up his sleeves, revealing the black cracks on his arms:

"As you saw in the last inspection, I have traces of ore disease on my body, but the blood test did not show any crystallization. This is because something happened to me in the past. I have a special constitution, which can be understood as having a strong resistance to ore disease. , and even injected a large amount of source stone purification substances, there is no infection. I think my body should be an effective experimental product for the medical department."

Kelsey looked at him for a while, and said seriously: "Mr. Undertaker. Although I don't know what you are for, please allow me to represent all infected people, thank you for your candor and selfless dedication today. However, Rhodes Island will never You have to remember clearly what kind of experimental product you are. Next time you say that, don’t blame me for being rude.”

Standing outside the door, Yan Ke heard footsteps getting closer and closer, and finally stopped beside him.

"Long time no see, Yanke."

"Ah, it's been a long time." Yanke turned his face away, he didn't want the mourners to notice the black ore on his face.

The mourner's heart rate hadn't fluctuated abnormally for a long time, and at this moment, the frequency seemed to be exactly the same as that morning six years ago.

That short night six years ago left too much in his life, but it also disappeared too quickly.So much so that when I think about it later, the mourners almost feel that,

Would that be the only hallucination I had in my life?

He quietly squeezed the handle of his toolbox tightly, and said in a flat tone, "By the way, does our agreement still count at that time?"

Yan Ke tensed his back, and his tone was a bit unnatural: "...Of course."

The mourner nodded, and left a sentence as he passed by: "At nine o'clock in the evening, I will be on duty in the control room on the deck. I hope you can come if you are free.

"My question is not finished yet."

That afternoon, Yanke thought about it for a long time in the dormitory.

For a while, I wondered what the undertaker would ask, and for a while, I wondered how he should explain his absence.

He even changed a few sets of clothes carefully, and felt like a fool when he looked in the mirror.It seems that life in Rhodes Island is still too comfortable, even his IQ was infected by Dr. Silly Dog.

The mourners obviously haven't forgotten what happened back then.This fact made him feel a little happy.But then I thought I was ridiculous.

Yan Ke sat by the bed and lit a cigarette.The smoke alarm in the room will soon be noisy, and the little firefighter at the Longmen will definitely have to crack up again, but it doesn't matter.

In the rising white smoke, the bloody, absurd, and unrepentant events of the past six years emerged.He saw the blood dripping from his knife, the flame of hatred in his chest, and the increasingly indifferent eyes.I also saw the icy blue eyes that I had been thinking about in those most silent long nights, and they were always the same as when I opened them that morning, always clear and bright.

Sure enough, the alarm went off.Yanke sneered self-deprecatingly.

What to expect.Maybe, the other party just treats it as a young and vigorous relationship?

Who the fuck would think about a man who was, after all, a one-night stand for six years.

After all, they were all too young then.

No matter how much Yan Ke dawdled, it was still nine o'clock.He stepped onto the deck, where the Undertaker was already checking the instruments in the control room.Seeing him coming, he leaned out of the window and said, "It's very narrow inside, why don't you go to the observation deck?"

The view from the observatory was excellent, with the sea breeze blowing and looking at the starry sky, the weird atmosphere between the two slowly dissipated.

Yan Ke took out an old tin iron cigarette case from his pocket: "Is it okay?"

The undertaker naturally had no objection.

Yan Ke lit a cigarette, leaned against the railing, held the cigarette in one hand and put it in his trouser pocket with the other, his mood gradually calmed down.

Looking at the face that was lightly covered by the smoke and didn't know what he was thinking, the mourner was the first to speak:

"How far is your ore disease?"

The question was exactly the same as six years ago, and Yanke was taken aback, suddenly having an illusion of interlaced time and space.

It was as if this person had always been by my side and had never left.

"The fusion rate is 18%, and the blood crystal density is 0.41u/L." Yan Ke answered truthfully.

This result did not surprise the undertaker, after all, everyone could see that he was seriously infected.The mourner nodded, and didn't speak for a while, Yanke couldn't tell what he was thinking.

I haven't seen him for six years. The angel who was still between the boy and the youth at the beginning has become even more elusive now.

After flicking the cigarette ash, Yan Ke looked at the sea in the distance and said: "Sorry, I missed the appointment. At that time... forget it, it's nothing, it's my fault. However, I did contact you a few times later, it was just your communication The number has been canceled."

The mourner's thoughts returned to the conversation, and he explained: "After you left, the mission was finally completed. Both my father and my cousin were arrested and imprisoned, and I was also investigated as an immediate family member. The communicator was confiscated and later restored. Sent one."

It turned out to be like this.Yanke recalled the loss at that time, and almost couldn't remember clearly.

"After I went back, many things happened. At that time, everything changed, so I didn't come to you. I didn't make excuses for myself, but I didn't know how to say it for a while." Yanke blew a smoke ring, his tone was very calm.

"I know that there was a civil war in Sarkaz, and your team was ambushed by the doctor at that time. Lateran was also not peaceful at that time. We have all experienced a lot." The mourner looked at his profile and said softly,

"I'm not blaming you, Yanke. In such a situation, it's good to survive. Besides, we met again, I'm very happy."

The sea water is rippling with the galaxy in the sky, drifting, as if flowing into the eyes of the mourner, and then into the heart of Yan Ke.

He took a deep breath, turned his face sideways, and tried his best to keep his voice restrained: "Really, that's pretty good."

The mourners also looked at the sea in the distance, where there were white splashes, and it was unclear whether it was dolphins or whales breathing. The atmosphere was quiet and meaningful.

He didn't go to see Yanke, his voice was still steady and calm.

"You said that day, it mainly depends on whether I want to or not. Does this sentence still count?"

Yan Ke squeezed the cigarette tightly in an instant, knowing what he was going to say.

There was a long silence, the sparks from the cigarette butts were about to burn his fingers, and then Yanke said in a relaxed tone: "I really want to count, but you can see it too, baby." Pointing to his face, he smirked, "Probably Either die on the battlefield, or die on the operating table. How long can I stay with you? What, you want to be a widow at a young age? Let’s save it.”

Under the darkness of night, Yanke's eyes were like two congealed blood beads.

The mourner didn't want to look away, and kept looking at him, with a tone as flat as talking about the weather: "That's a coincidence. I don't know how long I can live. In fact, unlike many people think, being a civil servant is not so easy. The annual death rate is only high but not low.”

"Yanke, I can't go to heaven anymore."

The mourner's voice was a little misty in the sea breeze, but Yanke could hear it clearly.

"So, tell me that sentence again."

Yan Ke clenched his fist, and after an unknown amount of time, he finally let go.

He snuffed out Mars, and smiled helplessly: "You bastard...I found out that I haven't seen you for a few years, and you are much more difficult to deal with than before."

"Okay, then ask again." Yan Ke cleared his throat, recalling the silly words back then,

"Hey, so what. Don't get me wrong, I don't want to fall in love with you—I can't say I don't want to! Damn, how should I say this, it mainly depends on whether you want to..."

"I thought."

In the noisy sea breeze, he heard the angel answer like this.With a smile, traveling through time and space, that voice is like the most beautiful gospel in the world.

"I thought so, Mr. Yanke."

Yanke picked up his angel.The mourners put their arms around his neck and sat obediently on the railing of the lookout.

So they began to kiss lingeringly under the night sky with thousands of stars, as green as the first time, and as tacit as if they had kissed [-] times.

They all know that no one will miss the appointment this time, and only death can bid farewell to each other.

Later, the angel flew down from the high heaven, folded his wings, and fell into the arms of the devil.

The devil said to the angel, little angel, can't you go back?

Angel nodded, yes, I was fired.

The devil happily kissed the angel.He said that's great, since you can't go back to heaven and you can't go to hell.Then, how about staying with me in this not so bad world?

The angel said, okay, then let's stay together in this not-so-bad world.

Not going anywhere.

【THAN】

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Long nonsense time: I didn't expect that I could bibi so much, everyone has worked hard to read the article.I have also written several articles on Yanbu, and I can't help but want to share with you my feelings about this pair of CPs, so let's take it as a postscript for myself.

(1) Lalang: What is this? This is not Lalang. When we come to my thief ship in Rhodes Island, everyone is a colleague. Can things between colleagues be called Lalang?That's an office romance!They must be real!

(2) Yan Ke: I have always felt that our brother Yan is a bit cold and cool, but he is by no means the type who is rude to his own people.He speaks in a gentle manner, and will take the initiative to cut off after losing the battle. Although he was disdainful to show him the video, he finally sighed and said, "Forget it, it's okay" (Spicy Chicken YJ didn't translate it).What an upright guy, isn't he worthy of sweet love?I cried first, how about you?I feel sorry for his ore disease, since he doesn't care about it himself, let Ah Zan care for him.

(3) Undertaker: In this article, I set up a tragic past for Ah Zan.Because I personally feel that Ah Zan's way of dealing with the world is either innate or acquired.The worse life is, the sweeter love is, so... the second setting, everyone, don't take it seriously.Ah Zan is definitely not an AI robot, as can be seen from his trusting voice, he doesn’t like being treated as a freak, he also thinks it’s “interesting” to chat with me, Dao Keta, and he feels comfortable because his way of life is not denied .In my imagination, Ah Zan should be a person who has a very complete small universe of his own. It is difficult for others to get in, and he cannot get out.It just so happens that Brother Yan's brain doesn't look like a normal person, so we should be very comfortable getting along with him.Immortal love, I will blow you away as you like.