【Mi Ying】that side

Arthur stood straight at the gate of the police station.From time to time, familiar faces passed by him. They greeted the British police officers, and he responded with an elegant smile.

There is already a chill in the wind in late summer and early autumn.The residents of the small town have changed into long-sleeved clothes one after another, and Arthur is no exception. His police uniform jacket has been changed into an autumn style, which is a bit more straight than before-of course, together with the equipment on his body, it has also become heavier up.

The British raised his eyes and looked at the clock at the entrance of the police station. It was almost time for patrol.Matthew came out of the police office, and he handed Arthur the charged walkie-talkie.The British took the walkie-talkie and put it on, and walked out together with the Canadian, with a firm and calm expression on his face.

The work of the police station is fully on track.Since he came to the town, he has only experienced the public brawl between the Americans and the Russians—afterwards, Alfred also kept his promise not to commit another crime—and a missing person notice that he missed because of his rotation, and the residents accidentally lost The property case, aside from these accidents, is a model town—if there are any other competing towns nearby.

He's been doing pretty well lately compared to earlier days, and the palpitations, migraines, and strange hallucinations have all subsided.And what satisfied him the most was naturally his relationship with Alfred.

The frankness and enthusiasm of the American can always dispel his unwarranted cautiousness and doubts, and everything is proceeding in an orderly manner-if he can make up his mind to say that he is going to Alfred's apartment recently, it will be considered a perfect.

And the roses on the roof are about to usher in the time to bloom.

Inviting Alfred to view the flowers is much easier than offering to go to the other's apartment.

In the evening, Alfred came back from the university to pick up Arthur at the police station as usual, and readily accepted his invitation on the way back to the apartment.

Arthur woke up early in the morning, picked up the phone after a quick wash, and was about to text Alfred when the doorbell rang.

As soon as the door was opened, Alfred smiled and kissed: "Good morning, Arthur." Even though this was nothing new, Arthur still blushed.

He pursed his lips, and kissed the American's cheek: "You came so early."

The morning sun has risen, and the orange light casts a layer of soft light on the cool-colored rooftop, as if even the cold wind brings warmth.

The small flowerbed of the British is very clean and tidy. The proudly blooming rose stalks are scattered in the dark soil. The green stems and leaves and rose-red petals are complete and beautiful.

Alfred looked carefully at the scene in front of him: "I didn't expect this flower garden to be so beautiful." This kind of praise was quite useful to Arthur. He crossed his arms in front of his chest with a proud expression on his face.

The American squatted down and began to focus on the rose with his smartphone: "I can finally refresh my memory of this flower garden. I only fought with Braginsky here before." The most out of place topic - Arthur couldn't help reaching out and kicking his arm lightly.

"I'm sorry, my dear Mr. Police. I said it would never happen again."

"Humph."

"By the way, when can these flowers be picked? Can't the roses be broken directly?" Alfred turned back and asked him.

Arthur then knelt down beside him.He pinched the rosette facing the American, and then took out the plant shears on the side to cut off the flower, and cut off the thorns on it, before handing it to Alfred.

The American youth took the flower and sniffed it close to the tip of his nose: "It doesn't seem very fragrant."

"The varieties with light flowers are better, the flowering period is longer, and they are not so easy to wither after picking."

"That's it." Alfred raised his hand, and pinned the rose in his hand to Arthur's ear, the Englishman was taken aback.

The red-pink color of the flower against his flaxen-blond hair and green eyes made the American smile with satisfaction: "You are so beautiful."

"You guy..." Arthur poked the American's arm with his backhand, and touched the flower beside his ear with the other hand, but didn't take it off.

"Um?"

"Thank you." After all, he couldn't hide his shyness.

"Why thank me? These roses are your masterpiece, so I should say thank you." The American pulled him to stand up.

"I'll take the photo I just took to Edward's shop to have it developed. Can you come to my apartment tonight?"

"Your apartment?" Arthur wavered.

"Well, it's time to visit me too?" Alfred blinked.

The most concerned thing recently was easily resolved by the Americans.Why does this person look careless, but in fact he is always surprisingly sharp.Arthur couldn't help feeling emotionally, and silently nodded in agreement.

The American took his hand and walked to the elevator on the rooftop: "I will try my best to clean up the room, don't worry!"

The owner of the apartment dug out a new mug from the depths of the closet after some rummaging in the closet.With an apology on his face, he turned his head to Arthur who was sitting stiffly in the living room and said, "I don't have your favorite black tea, coffee and milk, is that okay?"

"Then... warm the milk."

The tall young man then turned around and opened the refrigerator, searching for it again.Arthur clicked his tongue as he looked at the overabundant supply of food, thinking this guy was a typical American.

While the owner of the apartment was busy, Arthur began to look around.

The walls of Alfred's apartment are painted light blue, with world maps, NASA posters and leaflets, and album posters of unknown bands, leaving little room for white space.Behind the sofa is the room of the Americans. Through the half-closed door, you can see the conspicuous large workbench. The professional books placed on it are undoubtedly the professional books belonging to college students.

Alfred poured milk for Arthur, heated it in the microwave, and made himself instant coffee.Then he walked towards the sofa with two glasses in his hand, and sat down beside Arthur.

Arthur picked up the mug and sipped slowly, and Alfred stared at his slightly embarrassed expression with interest, as if looking at a kitten or a little squirrel, which made the British even more uncomfortable.

This was the first time he stepped into Alfred's private space.It was similar to the first time the other party entered his apartment. It was obviously a similar apartment structure, but because of the difference in the owner's style, he was a little bit astonished. After all, this completely belonged to the other party's "domain".

This kind of mood also caused the atmosphere between them to be different from when they were in their apartment No. 203.

Alfred stretched out his hand and scratched the tip of Arthur's nose: "Don't be so cautious, just ask if you want to ask." He said sincerely, "We are lovers, I hope you can understand me better."

Once again, Arthur had no choice but to nod.There was a strange tingling feeling faintly in his heart, he bit his lips reflexively, and slowly organized his thoughts.

"I wanted to ask you earlier, why did you retire from the military?"

"Huh? Because I felt that life in the army was not suitable for me, I left the army before I regretted it. And I was lucky to find that the university here has a major I like, and I can get a scholarship from the army, so I came here directly. "

"That's it." This is indeed a very realistic and convincing approach.Arthur put down the mug: "Then what are you going to do after graduation?"

This question seemed to surprise Alfred, he blinked his eyes: "Probably he will go to the aerospace research center in other cities to apply for a job, the seniors in the school are like this."

Arthur's eyes darkened.

The American held his hand: "Although no one can predict what will happen in a few years. But I hope that by that time, I can take you with me." After a few seconds, he tilted his head and added, "As long as you want if."

Facing the earnest eyes, Arthur's heart softened.

That is the future with me.The Englishman lowered his eyes, and the gloom in his eyes disappeared.After a while, he raised his head, pouted and said, "...It's not impossible to think about it."

The American stood up, picked Arthur up from the sofa and carried him in his arms, circling in circles.The action was so fast that the British had to wrap his arms around his shoulders and protest: "Idiot! Don't make trouble!"

"Haha," Alfred stopped his seemingly stupid behavior, put down his blushing lover, and held Arthur's hand triumphantly, "Come and visit my room, it's cool!"

"Boasting." The Englishman laughed, tapping the American on the shoulder with his other hand.

The room that was supposed to be used for rest fully revealed the owner's preferences—the bed was fairly tidy, but the workbench was crowded with a number of working models that were still being made, scattered with small grinding tools and measuring tools, and the large one next to the door Neat spacecraft models are displayed on the display rack.

"This is the 'Apollo Spaceship', this is the 'Liberty Bell 7', and that is the 'Space Station Telescope'." Alfred pointed to the small collection on the large display shelf, full of treasures.

Arthur didn't know much about the symbolic meaning of those models, but he still looked at them seriously, and they were indeed exquisite handicrafts.

The American took the model in the middle and handed it to Arthur: "This is 'Voyager [-]', my first collection, and also the opportunity for me to choose a major in college."

The British took over the proportionally scaled model. Judging from the appearance alone, it seemed that it was not much different from the aerospace instruments they had seen on TV in the past.

"This is the first man-made aircraft to leave the solar system," Alfred explained patiently, speaking slower than usual, "I have been traveling alone for decades in the universe 187 billion kilometers away from the earth."

"As a machine, it's too strong." Arthur couldn't help sighing.

"Yeah, very strong." Alfred liked this evaluation very much, he reached out and brushed Arthur's hair, "Survive countless times in the area between the solar system and the interstellar medium. Before the battery is exhausted, it will continue Go to the depths of the Milky Way. The only pity is that it may be a little lonely." The American youth turned his head and smiled at him, his expression seemed to be covered with a layer of sadness.

"In a silent universe, you will indeed be lonely." Arthur looked into Alfred's eyes and repeated in a murmur.

He didn't have a deep understanding of the universe and the aerospace industry, and he only had respect and admiration in the past.But at this moment, I feel sad like being infected.

Alfred smiled first, and he raised his arm to gesture: "However, the universe is full of miracles, maybe it can meet aliens! There are 55 kinds of greetings recorded in this spacecraft, and there should be one A language that aliens can understand. If it’s not enough, there’s also Mozart’s music.” His hearty smile reveals a bit of innocence, “In short, it records our thoughts, feelings, memories and civilization—— Like a love offering to the universe.”

Ah, this young American with a cosmos in his heart seems to be glowing all over his body, making people unable to take their eyes off him.Arthur stared intently at Alfred's face, and he reached out to touch him.

"You really like the universe."

"Yes." The American shook hands with the British.He suddenly withdrew his smile and asked cautiously, "I seem to have talked too much. If you feel bored, we won't talk about it."

"How come." Arthur smiled and shook his head.

Listening to Americans describing the human civilization covered under the magnificent starry sky, and seeing the light in his blue eyes, Arthur always has a strange tremor in his heart, like waves rolled up on the sea, churning endlessly.

He was confused and heartbroken.

I couldn't even think clearly about my own affairs, I couldn't even resolve the confusion in my heart, and I had no time to care about the universe.The British laughed at himself silently in his heart.He is just an ordinary person who grew up ordinary, went to school, was admitted to the police academy, and was finally dispatched to this remote and warm town as a policeman. He even has few interests and hobbies.

And Alfred is completely different from himself, he is handsome, strong, full of vigor and appeal, he is open-minded and full of charm - Arthur can't help being attracted to such a person, but the other party confesses his love to him first ——What kind of luck is this.

This should even be described as a "miracle".

Noticing Alfred's questioning eyes, Arthur sighed: "I don't know much...but the universe does have a very special charm and is fascinating."

"I often think that we are so small as human beings. And I always want to leave some mark on this world." The American walked to the door, dimmed the lights in the room, and turned on the small planetarium on the workbench.

The instrument turned slowly, and in the slightly dim room, the bright images of the planets were folded and projected on the furniture and walls, as well as on the faces of the owner of the room and his lover.

"Maybe the earth will be swallowed up, the land will be swept into the ocean, the sky will be darkened forever, and everyone will be reduced to ashes... But what does it matter?"

The British looked at the image of the blue planet passing Alfred's face, then the moon, and then many planets of different colors and vast stars.

"The universe still exists. The stardust that was once scattered may be re-bonded, and we may be formed again. And we may live on a tighter material structure and be placed in the vast universe again."

"..." Arthur's heart seemed to throb.

"Before then, we survived, lived, studied, worked, met different people and things, and met those we loved deeply." The eyes of the Americans shone brightly, and the light enveloped the British.

"That's how I met you, holding your hand like this, hugging you, and kissing you."

"Even if I'm... so ordinary?" The British choked up his deep doubts.

"You are like a shining gem in my eyes! You are beautiful, elegant, and brave—not everyone will rush to suppress Braginski and Antonio." The American smiled slyly, "Of course there are shortcomings, too. But I like even those flaws."

A rush of excitement rushed into the Englishman's chest, and a blush flew up his cheeks, enveloping him with the impulse to cry.He could only bite his lip and remain silent.

"In short - we can imprint each other's lives, and it is enough to draw a tiny light in the universe."

Alfred F. Jones, handsome, hearty, romantic and affectionate young American.He can always say words that are quite different from literary poetry.

The romance is so warm, sad and sad.

Arthur's eyes could no longer hold the hot tears, so he shrunk his shoulders and covered his eyes with his palms.

Alfred sighed: "Your lacrimal glands seem to be a little developed?" His voice was full of tenderness.His strong arms wrapped around Arthur, like protecting a beloved treasure.

"That's because you're saying so many...strange things all of a sudden." Arthur whimpered, barely able to express himself completely, and the transparent liquid kept sliding down his cheeks.

"Haha, it's not surprising."

The American leaned over to kiss the corner of the British man's eyes, and then pressed his cheek against his head: "I like the universe, so I can only use the topic of the universe to describe my feelings. If I can write poetry, it should be more romantic. It's a pity I won't."

"……Fool."

"Well, I'm such an idiot. You still like it."

"..."

"I've always felt that if there are any gods, angels, elves, or destiny in this world, I would thank them! Thank them for letting you come to this town and bringing you to me."

Arthur couldn't help crying, he raised his arms around the shoulders of the young American, his chest was hotter than the corners of his eyes: "Alfred..." His fingers holding the American's jacket turned blue and white.

Alfred.I'm the one who wants to say thank you.How lucky I am to have met you.

The tip of the American's nose lightly rubbed against his ear, and his thick palm stroked the Englishman's shoulder again and again: "I understand, Arthur."

The teary-eyed Englishman raised his face, and he put his fingers across Alfred's lips, and kissed them deeply.

The white shirt slipped off Arthur's shoulders, and the American's broad palm touched his slightly pale skin, and the kiss followed.The Englishman sighed with relief, his tears had been wiped away, but the blush on his cheeks remained undiminished.

Alfred looked down at Arthur from above, and the movements of his palms suddenly slowed down: "That...although it's a bit strange." He blushed a little rarely, "This is the first time I have sex with a man."

Alfred said such words when the atmosphere was getting better, which made Arthur feel inexplicably funny: "It's also the first time for me to have sex with a man."

"Oh... I thought you were in the police academy, and you probably had a boyfriend or something." The American's tone was full of surprise.

"...What misunderstandings did you have about the police academy!" Arthur reached out and poked his forehead, "...or what misunderstandings did you have about me." He lowered the volume a bit.He doesn't have deep feelings for the police academy, in fact he doesn't even remember the faces of those police academy classmates.

Alfred's expression brightened instantly, he took Arthur's hand and squeezed his knuckles lightly.The British didn't urge him either, and kept his eyes on the opponent's palm.

Then the American leaned closer to Arthur's cheek, and when Arthur thought he would be kissed, the other party intentionally bit his earlobe lightly, and lowered his usually lively voice a lot: "We are each other's first time, so It's fair." He licked Arthur's ear with the tip of his tongue, and after feeling the trembling of the Englishman's body, he put his tongue into his ear socket presumptuously—it was one of Arthur's sensitive parts, and the British endured it. His body softened and he moaned, "Hmm..."

This kind of reaction obviously made Alfred extremely happy. He wrapped the Englishman into his arms, raised his waist, and walked slowly on the slender body with his rough fingers: "If you don't feel well, , you have to tell me in time.”

The American's hands ran over Arthur's neck and chest, then rubbed and kneaded around his nipples, each touch making him shudder.

His legs were raised and placed on the opponent's shoulders.After clumsy and patient lubrication, the American's cock slowly inserted into his body, getting deeper and deeper with each rhythm.The heightened desire turned into a gasp. At first Arthur could barely bite his lip, and the next moment he could only overflow with uninterrupted moans.

Their bodies are tightly connected.Arthur felt his heart filled as much as his body.In the tenderness that overflowed the body and mind, bursts of sourness were mixed in it, constantly stinging him.

Alfred quickened his movements and leaned over to kiss him.The joy of physical union came wave after wave in the interval of heartache, and Alfred wiped away the irrepressible tears from the corners of Arthur's eyes.

"Ah... um... Alfred... um!" Arthur shouted when the climax came, his arms wrapped around Alfred's broad shoulders, and his cheeks were pressed against his hot skin .

The soldier's nameplate on the American's neck slipped past his eyes from time to time, his eyes were hazy, and he couldn't make out the words on the plate.

The only clear vision in his eyes was Alfred.

Like the stars, like the thorns of the sun, so bright and hot.

Being able to come to this small town and meet you like this is like a dream.

Arthur closed his eyes tightly.