【Mi Ying】that side

The sound seemed to fall into the endless ocean.He walked through patches of fine sand, and after his bare feet dipped into the sea, the coldness penetrated into his skin.

With his eyes closed, he walked step by step towards the depths of the sea. The sea water covered his chest and nasal cavity, but he didn't feel any discomfort.It was an amazing feeling.

When the sea water covered his eyelids, he opened his eyes suddenly, and in front of him was the back of a thin boy.

The blond-haired boy was wearing a long green lace coat and a big bow tie on his chest. He couldn't see the boy's face clearly, but he seemed to be able to recognize the green eyes of the boy in the backlight.The teenager bit his lip and said to him, "That's my brother, my beloved brother. If you see him, please tell me! I'm... very worried..."

The sound was like a trembling qin, and it was so sad that it pierced his heart.

He wanted to comfort the young man, but the neighing of the horse entered his eardrums first, and he looked up into the distance.

In the torrential rain, he saw another boy in a dark blue military uniform.Holding a flintlock gun in his hand and carrying the blue flag embroidered with stars on his shoulders, the young man was leaping onto the horse's back with a stride, and his back instantly became taller.

Just when he thought the figure was about to ride the horse away, the boy suddenly turned the horse's head, and his voice almost penetrated the rain curtain:

"Goodbye - England."

He gasped, and opened his eyes abruptly.Straight ahead, a pair of blue eyes were looking at him with interest.

Arthur blinked vigorously and looked around quickly. Obviously, he was lying on the bed in Alfred's apartment at the moment, and his beloved lover was beside him, watching his beautiful Absolutely no chance of sleeping face.

He raised his arms to rub his aching temples, the discomfort from the hangover instantly reminded him of the night before, he fell asleep in Francis's coffee shop, and it seemed that Alfred picked him up after that— — and thoughtfully changed him into pajamas.

Arthur felt guilty, he retracted most of his face into the bed, his voice muffled through the fabric: "...Sorry."

"You're awake, it's almost noon." Alfred quickly kissed his forehead that was exposed outside the quilt, "If you go to sleep again, I will almost wonder where you came from Sleeping Beauty." The American obviously Without any intention of blaming, he teased with a smile on his face.

"Have you ever seen a Sleeping Beauty with eyebrows like this?" The Englishman rolled his eyes.

"Here, here's one." Alfred leaned over and kissed his eyebrows and eyelids again, "If you can't drink enough, don't drink so much." Arthur knew he was wrong, so he nodded obediently.

The American scooped him up from the bed with satisfaction: "Change, let's go out for lunch."

Arthur was squatting beside the flowerbed, using a small shovel to remove weeds from the plants that were growing well. Ivan Braginsky was standing beside him watching, the shadow of his huge body obliquely covering his head .

The British are inevitably a little guilty.

Since the beginning of winter, he has not come to the rooftop for a long time.Succulents are easy to maintain, and the Russians are more interested in taking care of these plants than he expected, so, so he spends almost all his spare time on Americans.

If Alfred hadn't gone to school to continue his project in the afternoon, Arthur might not have gone to the rooftop to take care of these plants in such a cold weather.

The project of the American youth is nearing completion. After the tutor passes the test, he will apply to the school for permission to bring Arthur, who is outside the school, to visit.Alfred always talked about it like a teenager, with blue eyes that seemed to pop out of stars.

Thinking back to that expression, Arthur pulled the last bunch of weeds out of his sight, and couldn't help pursing his lips into a smile.

"Mr. Arthur looks very happy." The tall Russian squatted down, and the shadow over Arthur's head finally shrank.

"Ah...um." Arthur consciously lost his composure, he flicked off the soil on the glove, and tried to change the subject, "You're pretty good at taking care of plants."

"Because the method you taught is very easy." Ivan tilted his head and looked at the British with a gentle tone.

Arthur looked at the expression and smiled: "We can try to plant some sunflowers in the next flowerbed in spring. I will search for more cultivation information and it should be successful."

Ivan's face darkened: "Can it only be in spring?" There was almost no smile in his eyes.

"In spring, the light and temperature conditions are more suitable for the growth of sunflowers, and the success rate is higher."

"What if we can't wait until then?"

"What do you mean?" The Russian's mood changed suddenly, which made Arthur uncomfortable.

Strictly speaking, Arthur is not good at dealing with Ivan. Although he has long since gotten rid of the instinctive fear when they first met because he often exchanged gardening topics on the rooftop, he still feels that he and the other party are not too speculative.

The Russian habitually buried his face in the scarf, and was silent for a while before speaking: "Mr. Arthur, I sometimes feel that your interest is really not like that of a young policeman."

"That's a pity, I'm really just a young policeman." Arthur hummed softly.

"Reading poetry, gardening, and doing embroidery, don't you feel a bit like a grandfather who is far away from the world?" Ivan tilted his head again, with a half-smile on his face.

"Everyone has a special interest, right?" Arthur rolled his eyes at the Russian unhappily, and began to refill the flowerbed with soil.

"I'm not mocking you," Ivan clarified by waving his hands, looking like a child who made a mistake, "I just think it's nice to be able to do this."

Arthur's tone softened: "...you always say strange things."

"By the way, I heard people say that Mr. Jones is showing off the handkerchief you embroidered for him everywhere, and even set your photo as the screen saver of your mobile phone." Ivan looked at him with a smile. What is the smile in his tone? The ridicule still had some special meaning, and Arthur couldn't tell it for a while.

He blushed and lowered his head, poking the innocent soil in the flower garden with his fingers in vain: "Who said that?"

"Gilbert."

"So you guys are quite familiar." Ivan Braginski and Gilbert, this is really an unexpected combination.He seemed to have never seen these two people appear on any occasion at the same time.He pictured Alfred gleefully introducing the handkerchief again.The American who always made his heart beat endlessly, even though he was noisy, he still liked it very much.

"I don't know how long this kind of day will last." There was a rare hesitation in Ivan's voice, he stood up and looked into the distance, "It's really... scary."

Arthur raised his neck in amazement, it was unbelievable that the word "fear" came out of the mouth of the Russian.

"Why are you afraid?"

Ivan turned his head, and the angle of looking down cast a shadow on his face: "Isn't Mr. Arthur also afraid?"

"I do not understand what you are saying."

Ivan bent down to look at Arthur, his lavender eyes seemed to be covered with frost: "You really don't understand?"

His heart felt as if he had been hit suddenly by a heavy stone. Arthur wanted to stand up and argue—that would at least make him look more confident, but he found that his whole body was stiff and he could hardly move.

There was a tremor in his heart.

Yes, I... don't understand.Those strange déjà vu and hallucinations, as well as inexplicable dreams, people who cannot be remembered.

The Russian looked at him almost pityingly, with a bleak smile on the corner of his mouth.He tightened his coat in the cold wind, and left the rooftop in silence.

Arthur's feet went limp and he fell to the floor.A headache hit him quickly, he shrank his body and took a deep breath with all his strength, and it took him a long time to calm down.

The invisible stone did not stir up ripples, it fell straight to the bottom of the lake, churning up layers of mud.

Arthur didn't tell Alfred about the headache attack on the rooftop, nor did he talk to his trusted colleagues.He did feel troubled and disturbed, but felt that these things were not enough to warrant complaining to people close to him.

all is well.He didn't want to be the one to break the peace.

After the patrol and paperwork were over, Arthur asked Elizabeth for permission to use the computer.He used the only computer in the police station to search for information on planting sunflowers.After thinking about it, I searched for documentaries about the American Revolutionary War.

He vaguely remembered the documentary he watched in Alfred's apartment, the background music was... "The Star-Spangled Banner"?

He almost laughed when he saw the search results: this piece was composed decades after the American Revolutionary War, but it was used in a documentary very loosely.It's an unreasonable world that a production team of that kind can afford to make a documentary and get permission to show it.The producer should have a good salary in the TV station, right?Thinking of this, the British feel ironic.

He continued to browse the historical materials on the webpage, and pictures of dark blue uniforms and star flags flashed past his eyes from time to time, reminding him of the boy holding a gun in the rain.

The young man looked so familiar, resolute... Maybe he was a famous American national hero at that time.While thinking about it, he clicked on the page "Britain, the former suzerain of the American colonies, officially announced its surrender", but the connection to the web server was interrupted instantly.

"No way..." Arthur refreshed the webpage several times, but still couldn't connect.

"This is the case again." Matthew reached out from behind him to reset the network modem, but the screen still indicated that there was no signal.He sighed, "Everything is good in our town, but telecommunications really sucks."

"The university should not have this problem. If you want to find information, you can ask Alfred to help." Elizabeth suggested sympathetically.

Arthur nodded wordlessly.He doesn't have much need for the Internet, but he still feels discouraged when the information he wants to search is forcibly interrupted like this.

Before changing his uniform and leaving the police station, Arthur picked up the crystal ball on the desk and shook it, which was already his daily habit.As his colleagues joked, he couldn't put it down for this inexpensive gift from Alfred,

The crystal shards in the crystal ball floated and fell, and landed on the lonely-looking lop-eared rabbit. The small spherical world was like snow.

Although it is just a small ornament in the palm of the hand, it can always bring wonderful nostalgia and sadness.Maybe it's because the gift came from Alfred.

According to the latest weather forecast, there should be no more snow this winter.Arthur walked out of the office slowly, and through the glass door of the police station, he saw the Harley motorcycle parked not far away because of the cold weather for a long time.

His lover, Alfred, the temporary owner of the locomotive, straddled the seat boldly and met his eyes. The American smiled immediately, got out of the car and ran towards Arthur.

Arthur was about to reach out to pull the doorknob, but was blocked by the American on the other side of the door. He raised his eyes suspiciously.The American youth took off his gloves, breathed on the glass door, and then smeared it with his fingers. He read while writing, his voice could not be heard through the glass, but the handwriting was clear-"I-love-you".

Arthur felt his face was getting hot, he flicked the glass with his fingers, and made a small gesture with his mouth: "Me - too."

Alfred laughed again, the temperature of that smiling face could melt the cold air around him.He pushed open the door and walked inside: "Hi, Arthur!"

"What good thing did this happen?" The British voice couldn't hide a smile.

"Come and report to my dear Mr. Police, the repair project of the aircraft cabin has been completed!" Alfred lowered his head and kissed Arthur's face, "Also, I have already submitted an application for a visit, I guess it will only take half a month for you You can see my work."

"Wow... congratulations."

"Hey." The American was full of pride, and he pulled the British out.

Putting the helmet with the lop-eared rabbit sticker on Arthur's head, Alfred nodded with satisfaction: "It really suits you."

Arthur glanced at the gray wolf sticker on the American helmet, but did not refute.He straddled directly behind Alfred, and naturally stuck to the broad and strong back of the American.The young man's heartbeat came through his back, boom boom, boom boom.Just like every time in the past, warm and regular.

"Would you like to buy a cake to celebrate?"

"it is good."

The locomotive passed through the main road of the town, Arthur closed his eyes under the cold wind, and hugged Alfred even more tightly with both hands.

It was the warmth of a whole embrace.