【Zhou Fumei】Walk left and stand right

12.

Mephisto's imagination is beautiful.

Faust has been chasing him all his life, even if he becomes an unconscious living soul, he will still instinctively not let him grieve.Such a person who engraves love for him into his soul, even if he loses his memory for a while, his feelings for him will not be annihilated.

Unsurprisingly, Faust in this world really rejects him thousands of miles away, not only treating him as a lunatic, but also thinking that the young master's pursuit is a game.Even though Mephisto was fully prepared, when Faust said "I won't associate with you", he still couldn't restrain his frustration.

He thought, the proud self has never been wronged like this, but why not Faust in the previous life?That sniper has been going smoothly since he was born. Tallulah appreciates him, and the cadres take care of him. That person has only hit a wall with him. .

Mephisto lowered his head, trying to hide the bitterness overflowing from his face.

"...Then I'll watch you from afar."

He was ready to be rejected again, but Faust in front of him paused, and spoke hesitantly:

"Two days ago, the president next door complained to me that if he still can't find new members, their venue will be taken back. Are you... interested in going to see it?"

Mephisto raised his head and looked at the person in front of him.

This Faust is indeed very different from his previous life, but he still has the extremely gentle soul in his body. He will let go of enemy soldiers who have no fighting intentions, and he will let go of his love that is on the verge of extinction.

Not only has Faust changed a lot, but he is also so humble that he is no longer like himself.But as long as Faust can't bear to reject him, he will rely on Faust's gentleness to do whatever he wants and go forward bravely.

——But Mephisto never expected that the next door to the archery department was the chess department.

Chess is a national board game in Victoria, but it is quite unpopular in Yan Country.However, super-famous freshmen joined the club on their own initiative, and many students who couldn't even recognize chess pieces came to join in the fun, filling the small studio room to the brim.

The president's income department received the application softly, and he couldn't help being grateful to Mephisto.However, what he didn't expect was that after one afternoon, everyone was beaten into autism by Mephisto.

The president couldn't figure out why such a monster would appear in a small club that was about to close down.Mephisto was nestled by the window, and the president knelt in front of him, forcing him to participate in the international competition.

"...Believe me, you definitely have an international standard! The school has quotas for all kinds of competitions every year, don't you really think about shining on the world stage?!"

Mephisto stared out of the window intently, not even bothering to give the president a look.

"I don't think about it. To be honest, if you don't need you to keep this place, I have no interest in playing house with you at all."

The pretty boy's face was as cold as ice, and his tone of voice was smug, completely different from the image of an angel that the president had heard.The president followed his eyes and landed on the archery department in the distance.

Even though he was a senior in high school, he had heard about the handsome Xueba who didn't speak in the second year of high school.At this time, the young man with green eyes was teaching his juniors how to practice arrows. There were only a few girls in the room, and one of them was being taught by Mr. Xueba.

Aiming is an action that demands attention, and Faust directs it carefully, but the girl is absent-minded.Her eyes fell on the instructor from time to time, and the target was obviously not the target in front of her.

Mephisto's face was so gloomy that lightning flashed and thundered.The president took two steps back, and said with Ai Ai Qiqi:

"That...the rumor says you..."

Mephisto said in quick succession: "Yes, it's true, my boyfriend, don't think about him."

The president laughed dryly, and decided not to make trouble anymore, and let this man be a live advertisement by the window.

Faust walked down from the training ground and glanced in the direction of the chess club.The president didn't know what happened, but he saw that Mephisto's expression suddenly became extremely soft. The warm afternoon sun poured in from the window sill, and the white-haired boy shone with golden light, like a rumored beautiful angel.

Before he could look for a few more seconds, the angel brushed his shoulder and ran out of the gate. At the same time, the president heard the whistle of the archery department's intermission.

The president smiled knowingly, and devoted himself to the guidance of freshmen.

13.

In fact, Mephisto's residence is not only in the same complex as Faust, but even in the unit in front of him.As long as he stood on the balcony, he could easily see the French windows of Faust's house.

This is what Mephisto does not intend to tell Faust for the time being.As soon as he got the delivered pizza, a video request popped up. Mephisto closed the pizza box and ran to the computer happily: "Sister Tallulah! Have you returned to Longmen?"

Tallulah is wearing big sunglasses. Judging from the background of the video, she seems to be sitting in a car: "I just came back and invested in a new business recently. How is your progress?"

Even after so long, Tallulah still spoke to him with the tone of a subordinate.Mephisto felt very cordial: "We are at the stage of going home together."

"I can tell by the look on your face, you're smiling like a fool."

Mephisto nodded and admitted without pretentiousness, and chatted with Tallulah: "Sister Tallulah, what field is your new business in?"

"Mobile games have invested in a small company with great potential."

In this way, Faust is also an experienced mobile game player. When Mephisto and him lined up at the convenience store to check out, he often saw him playing card-based development games.He also seems to play tower defense, moba and other operational mobile games, but as long as he is alone with himself, Faust will definitely not stare at the screen for a long time.

Mephisto's mood value has increased a lot.He hugged the pillow, sat on the computer chair and spun around: "Call me after the public beta."

"must."

Tallulah took care of some daily chores, and cut off the communication with Mephisto after the vehicle reached its destination.When Mephisto unpacked the takeaway, the pizza inside was still steaming. He weighed a piece and opened the balcony door.

The French windows of Faust's house shone with light.Mephisto stood in the night wind, imagining the man's every move at this time.

He is still different from Faust after all, the commander thought.He couldn't just look at Faust's back, and with undeclared love, he followed him silently for so many years.Just imagining such a scene made his heart feel like it was about to burst.

The man treats him like a buddy, and the two go nowhere in love.Faust's gentleness is like a soft shield, absorbing and defusing all his attacks, so that the commander can't find a way to pass the level.

The breakthrough came suddenly the next day, when Mephisto went to look for Faust at lunch time, and Faust happened not to be seated.Mephisto was going to wait for him by the window, but unexpectedly saw someone who made him unhappy.

Girls entering high school are at the age when they are the most beautiful. In the international class where Mephisto is in, there are many female students who do not eat in order to lose weight.It was already lunch time, there were still girls in twos and threes in the class, and Mephisto saw the newcomers to the archery department at a glance.

It turns out that she and Faust are in the same class.

The rookie girl saw him too.Mephisto didn't pay attention to her at all, he jumped onto the window frame and turned his back on her provocative gaze.

The remaining girls were more interested in Mephisto.They frantically passed their gazes, and they thought they were talking in a low voice:

"You look so good-looking! That transfer student!"

"I heard that he even filmed commercials, the boy who said 'Come and contact me' is him..."

"Eh? Really?! Are you going to be a star in the future?"

"My God, should I ask him for his autograph now..."

"No way, he has his own master, be careful to be caught by his boyfriend..."

But the newcomer girl interjected at this moment, using a volume that Mephisto could hear:

"He doesn't have a boyfriend. It's his wishful thinking that haunts Faust, and Faust doesn't like him at all."

Mephisto nearly laughed out loud.

please.The last general Ursus who provoked him is still buried under the tens of thousands of feet of ice sheet. It is so icy and snowy that even grass cannot grow on the grave.

But he wouldn't bother with a high school girl, and Mephisto didn't even bother to turn around.After a while, Faust came back in a hurry, he saw Mephisto on the window frame, Xiao Baimao noticed that his face softened a lot.

"Sorry. Was it a long wait?"

You see, even without a lover relationship, he still loves me instinctively.Mephisto jumped off the window frame and walked up to him: "No. What's in your hand?"

Master Xueba is holding a folder in his hand, which is not a study material at first glance.Just as Faust was about to answer, the girls in the classroom started chattering again. After the guidance of the newcomer girl just now, the small group's remarks were like swaying grass, and they fell to the opposite of Mephisto.

Mephisto didn't care at all, but Faust became uncomfortable.He wrapped his arms around Mephisto's shoulders, urging him to stay away from this right and wrong place: "... let's go to another place."

Faust's hand was very restrained, he just vainly covered Mephisto, and didn't even touch him actually.But this protective action is enough to prove that the relationship between the two is very strong. Mephisto imagined the face of the new girl, and laughed maliciously:

"Okay. I've brought lunch."

Faust in his previous life especially hated green peppers, and this preference has extended to the present.Faust threw all the green peppers into the Mephistopheles bowl, and by the way gave him a small octopus with sausage: "There is something wrong with the orientation ceremony. The third-year senior who is scheduled to give a freshman speech is on leave, and I will replace it tomorrow."

Mephisto suddenly became refreshed.He said "Oh~" confidently, leaned in front of Faust again, and quietly promoted himself: "I'm an expert in this area."

Faust was not as troubled as he imagined, and even regarded Mephistopheles' speech skills as a course achievement: "Your electives are really complicated."

Mephisto paused.

"Well... yes."

If he could be born in a peaceful age from the very beginning, no one would want to develop this ability to manipulate people's hearts.In the land of Terra, which is full of wars, his speech heralds the death of a large number of people. If the enemy army is the scythe in the hands of the god of death, he is the horn from hell.

Like the moon station, reincarnated, they were born on a peaceful planet.The ex-commander wants to relive their first encounter, but the client no longer cares.

"But no need, it's fine to read fluently according to the script, it's not a big deal."

Mephisto looked down at his lunch.

The green peppers thrown by Faust were still piled in the corner of the lunch box. Mephisto looked at the speech beside him, but uncontrollably recalled a boy in black military uniform.

Once upon a time, there was a little black snake who couldn't even articulate a word. Standing among a group of soldiers, he looked at the eloquent commander-in-chief with admiring eyes.

At this moment, Mephisto suddenly realized with horror that perhaps Faust's love for him was not an instinct engraved in his bones at all.

That was the result of the doomsday premise, a war machine worshiping another war machine.When they broke away from the war and lost the tacit understanding accumulated over time, the current Mephisto has lost its aura, and there is no reason for Faust to fall in love with him.

Mephisto felt fear like never before.He wanted to smile at Faust, but judging from Faust's reaction, his smile must be very ugly.

"You've changed a lot. Well... me too."

14.

After all, he considered everything except the possibility that Faust would not love him at all.

Faust's obsession with him has an overly harsh premise. Now, without the glory of the battlefield, how can he make the other party fall in love with him?

Mephisto stayed until three o'clock in the morning, still unable to brew the slightest sleepiness.He got up resignedly, took out a bottle of beer from the refrigerator, and leaned against the railing of the balcony.

He thought that he would not be willing to chase the back of the other party, but now he is used to looking at the French windows of Faust.At this time, Yan Guo was sleeping soundly, and Faust's house was also pitch black, but just looking there, Mephisto's mood was much calmer.

The commander just took a sip of beer when the phone in his pocket vibrated wildly again.Mephisto frowned, thought for a long time, and pressed the call button.

"You can't catch me back, don't bother."

On the other end of the phone was his mother, still sobbing softly, uttering meaningless pleas.Mephisto wanted to hang up the communication, but another person answered it.

"Three years, you can only go there for three years."

The majestic voice of the head of the Mei family came from the other end.Mephisto shook the beer can, and his voice was calm:

"It's not your turn to negotiate terms with me."

"Mei Fei, everyone was impulsive when they were young, we don't blame you."

"Then let me stay here."

"...Why did you suddenly run to another strange place? Give me a reason."

Mephisto put the beer can aside, turned and leaned against the guardrail: "There are strangers everywhere. In this world, there is only one person I know well."

The head of the Mei family was silent for a while.

"Stop talking nonsense! Who on earth tricked you there?!"

Mephisto closed his eyes and decided not to argue with them again: "No one. It's three o'clock in the morning in Yan Kingdom, hang up."

After the dim light of the terminal dissipated, the white-haired boy fell into the darkness again.He stayed silent for a while, drank the beer in his hand, and threw the can into the trash can.

He thought he might need some comforting exhaust fumes.

Yanguo is immersed in the night at midnight, and the lights of the 24-hour convenience store are particularly eye-catching on the long street.Maybe it was because he looked too young, the clerk glanced at him several times when he was getting cigarettes for him, but was scared back by Mephisto's face.

The days here are hot, but the nights are as cold as the hills of Victoria.Mephisto went downstairs in a hurry, wearing only short-sleeved casual clothes, and the young master was so cold that he couldn't move his hands as soon as the night wind passed.He huddled on the bench in front of the door, tearing up the cigarette case for a long time, and finally managed to get a cigarette out, but the lighter couldn't press the flame.

Mephisto was about to make persistent efforts, but the cigarette was sucked out of his mouth.He raised his head, and under the light of the convenience store, Mephisto saw a face that was thinking about it.

The young master knew that he must look haggard and embarrassed, but Faust's complexion was no better than his.He looked at Mephistopheles, and then at the cigarette case he had just torn open: "What are you doing?"

At three o'clock in the morning, the street was empty, and Xiao Baimao blinked, almost thinking he was dreaming: "Why are you here?"

Faust's focus is not on the meeting between the two at the wrong time: "Do you smoke?"

Mephisto opened his mouth, but suddenly lost the strength to defend himself.

"...Suddenly want to try."

Faust seemed angry.He didn't answer, didn't blame him, just turned and walked towards the convenience store.

Mephisto heard the music from the automatic doors.He stared at the swaying tree shadow for a moment, then nestled back on the bench and buried his face in his knees.

Faust in his previous life knew how to smoke, and he smoked a lot.The commander hated the smell of cigarettes, but he didn't hate the way the man was smoking.

Between combat meetings, the snipers would lean against the wall in the smoking area and pull cigarette packs from their overcoats.Obviously it was just a movement of swallowing clouds and mist, but Faust was as elegant as kissing the air. When he inhaled the exhaust gas, the man's green eyes would subconsciously droop a little bit, and the hand holding the cigarette covered half of his face, looking melancholy And mysterious.After a while, he would raise his head, and his eyelashes like feather fans would also be raised, and before Mephisto could see clearly, the white mist would blur the line of that man's beautiful lips.

Strangely, no matter how much Faust smoked, the smell of that black coat was always clean and fresh.At this time, the cool breath was diluted by other smells, and Faust sat beside him, stuffing a hot fish ball into his arms.

"Have you ever heard of the spirit of Longmen? Morning tea solves all problems, and you can't add fish balls."

A white mist hung in front of Mephisto's eyes, making the outline of Faust blurred and unreal.He hugged the big paper cup tightly, and hurriedly and embarrassingly said something that didn't look like him:

"Thank you."

Faust had already noticed his abnormality: "What happened?"

How should he answer this?Was he so distraught because he feared that Faust would not love him again?

Mephisto thought of the call that broke up, and simply used it as an excuse: "How is your relationship with your parents?"

Faust is distracted: "I won't see you all year long."

The steaming heat from the paper cup warmed Mephisto's frozen nerves.Xiao Baimao secretly glanced at Faust, but decided to defend himself:

"I don't smoke. You do, smoke less."

As soon as he finished speaking, Mephisto knew he had said something wrong.

Faust in this life has always been considerate and gentle, no matter how messy Mephisto is, he will only show a little confused expression at most.At this moment, Faust tightly held the paper cup in his hand, and the Xiwei street lamp couldn't see his face clearly.

"Mephisto. Who is 'Faust'?"

Mephisto broke out in a cold sweat, and decided to play dumb to the end: "It's you."

Faust did not indulge him any longer.He looked directly into Mephisto's eyes, as if he wanted to stare him right through.

"He is your real boyfriend with the same name as me. He has been separated from you for a long time. He can smoke, doesn't speak very well, is handsome and popular - completely different from me."

Faust's description is clear and vivid, which completely outlines for Mephisto a boy who once loved him, but the boy himself sits in front of him and complains about his precarious love.

"Mephisto, I'm willing to be your friend, but that doesn't mean I'm willing to be someone else's substitute."

Mephisto stared at him blankly.The fishball was cooled by the night wind, and the only source of heat disappeared, making his clever tongue freeze.

The former commander had shown his feet many times, but Faust never questioned him deeply, as if he had reached some tacit consensus with him.

——But it doesn't mean that Faust knows nothing, and it doesn't mean that he doesn't care.

Faust on the bench is wearing a black coat, with a small piece of fabric protruding from the pocket, which is the cigarette case he just handed over.A long time ago, on the snowy field of Ursus, Faust took his almost frozen hand and put it into the big pocket of his coat.

Mephisto struggled and then left.There was a pack of cigarettes lying in the pocket, the commander touched it, and the warm body temperature of the sniper was on the pack.

He knows, he should know.There was a cigarette case in the black coat, but he was no longer his Faust.

Mephisto wanted to argue, but his frozen lips did not tighten, and his eyes fogged up uncontrollably.

"Sorry...Faust, sorry..."

He knew that he shouldn't cry, the bitter fruit he planted by himself, the commander who has done all the evil things has no right to cry.But he was too tired, fulfilling the promise was tiring, and loving someone was even more tiring. He walked the road that Faust had walked, stumbling and bleeding, but he couldn't even see the light of the road ahead.

Obviously the sniper was the one who got hurt, but Faust in front of him felt sorry for him.He wanted to comfort Mephisto, but he was worried about another "Faust" in the void. After struggling for a moment, he still leaned forward and put his hands on Mephisto's shoulders in a vacant posture. Stiff and clumsy: "...It will be better to cry."

Tears were still rolling in his eyes, but Mephisto suddenly didn't want to cry anymore.He sniffed the scent of Faust's body, and then nudged him lightly, as obedient as a white cat.

"My Faust is very good at crossbow shooting, he doesn't like to talk, doesn't eat green peppers, and will protect me with his life..."

In the headquarters building of the integration movement, outside Tallulah's office, the commander once said something irreparable.Mephisto choked for a moment before continuing slowly:

"It's useless. As long as it's you, I don't like it."

"...I like everything about him."

His heart was so tight that it ached, Mephisto sniffed, and faced Faust's surprised gaze, he squeezed out a self-deprecating smile.

"He's good everywhere, but unfortunately he's not my boyfriend. Look, isn't he exactly the same as you?"

Faust stared at him blankly, his expression looked more stupid than his.Mephisto stared at him for a while, but a gust of night wind penetrated into his collar in good time, the little white hair was so excited that he shivered, and his little face shrank into his neck:

"Damn why is it so cold in summer in coastal cities—"

Faust moved over rustlingly, and soon, a warm coat was put on Mephisto.Faust took the cold fishball from his arms, wrapped him up again, and rolled up the little white hair with his oversized coat.

"Sober up?"

Mephisto paused for a moment, and let out a voice that was close to an awkward laugh: "...you discovered all of this?"

"You smell of alcohol, you can't find it if you don't want to."

Faust stood up and held out his hand to him, the palm was broad and warm.

"Get up, drunk cat. I'll take you home."