【Mi Ying】that side

"Whether you believe in the theory of 'natural mutual restraint' or not, Ivan Braginsky and I have that kind of relationship. Unfortunately, we still live in this apartment. There is no solution, only less Get close to each other."

This is the theory of "innate mutual restraint" explained to him by Alfred.

And also gave the promise of "I promise not to do this again".Regarding this result, it was difficult for Arthur, as a policeman, to complain.

However, what kind of "innate mutual restraint" will make people who have no grievances or enmities feel at each other's swords and violence when they see each other, and they will not hesitate to bleed each other.

Every time he recalled the fight between the Americans and the Russians, Arthur would feel distraught for no reason, and his temples would ache.

He once mentioned this matter to Matthew, and the Canadian youth only gently advised him: Don't think about unsolvable problems.

In short, the British do not really believe in the so-called "innate mutual restraint" theory.

Until he also personally experienced a "natural restraint" for no reason.

The summer heat is gradually subsiding, and the work trajectory has not changed much.Arthur, as always, performed his daily patrol duties.

But this day, standing opposite the coffee shop he frequented, he frowned.

A minivan whose body and tires were covered with mud was parked within the solid yellow line at this time, with cargo boxes of different sizes scattered around it, and some of them even spread to the main road.

Again distinctly different violations.

Remembering that Alfred had received his own ticket at the same place before, the British police officers couldn't help wondering whether the French store was a conventional place where violations were concentrated.

When the owner of the van came out of the coffee shop, Arthur's fingers were working on the electronic subpoena machine.The young man with Latin appearance stood on the steps in front of the store with a confused look on his face.

Arthur glanced at him and said indifferently, "Sir, your truck is obstructing traffic, and I'm issuing a ticket."

"Huh?" The man's voice was not low, he dropped the box, walked up and grabbed Arthur's uniform unceremoniously: "What kind of ticket?! My truck can park anywhere I want!" Although it was a question, He used an affirmative tone.

Arthur obviously couldn't put on a good face for the guy who obstructed his legitimate law enforcement. He slammed the summons directly on the truck window, and said in a mocking tone: "I'll trouble this gentleman to cooperate." After breaking away from the other party After hand, he patted the uniform with slight disgust.

The other party was obviously annoyed by Arthur's actions: "I haven't been in town for a while, why did such a high-handed policeman come here?" He was taller than Arthur, and looked down at the British with his physical advantage, "Slim It's quite arrogant."

Arthur didn't flinch. He looked up at the unhappy face of the Latin youth, sullen.

"Hey, Antonio! Don't quarrel in front of my brother's beautiful store!" Francis finally noticed the quarrel outside the store. He trotted out and was about to grab the young man named "Antonio".

However, the latter did not intend to calm down. He put his hand into the equipment bag on Arthur's back waist: "Oh, you are so arrogant with a gun on your body." The contempt in his eyes was obvious, and the unknown fire in Arthur's heart was completely ignited.

He raised his hand and clasped the opponent's unscrupulous wrist - although he looked slender, his movements were quite agile - he folded the opponent's arm back along the elbow joint, and pushed his leg directly to the opponent's knee, taking advantage of Antonio's center of gravity Unsteady, Arthur pushed up with his arm, and in a blink of an eye, he controlled the young man's upper body and pressed it against the hood of the pickup truck.

The brown-skinned youth obviously did not expect this development, and his face was forced to press against the metal car hood scorched by the sun.Arthur's movement of fixing the joints was extremely stable. He still couldn't break free after moving a few times, so he could only complain loudly: "It hurts! Hey, this policeman, you are too rough, aren't you?!"

"Since you made your move first, I don't need to be polite." Arthur's tone was cold, his eyes were full of anger.

"Help, Fran!" Antonio reluctantly turned his face to the Frenchman.Francis spread his hands helplessly: "Ah, young master, you really showed the nature of a little bastard."

"Thanks for the compliment." Arthur's hands didn't loosen at all.The burning anger in his heart was still burning.

"Young master, let him go." Francis sighed, "Well... Although it's not very good to introduce in this situation, this Antonio F. Carriedo, who sells agricultural products in the suburbs, is from my store. Long-term supplier. This Spaniard...has applied for a special permit to load and unload cargo."

Arthur's heart skipped a beat, he immediately let go of his grip, and took two steps back.He frowned at the Frenchman, who nodded again in confirmation.

This is not good.Arthur secretly groaned in his heart.

"My face was almost cooked!" The Spaniard jumped up quickly, waving his palms to cool his cheeks, and shouted at Arthur unhappily: "What's the matter with you, the policeman? I told you that my truck wants to You can stop anywhere."

Arthur knew that he was in the wrong, and there was a look of guilt on his face, but his tone was still very upset: "Can't you just say that you have a license?" The Spaniard's behavior can especially arouse his anger, and his patience is in front of the other party. Almost lost.

"You're giving me a chance to get my ID! As soon as you come up, you'll be violent!"

"It's clear that you reached out to touch my gun first!"

"I'm a little curious! Don't you policemen usually only care about traffic and don't carry guns? Except for your Swiss captain." Antonio tore off the ticket from the van glass and threw it at Arthur: "In short, this If you don’t need something, take it back.”

The bastard Spaniard!It's just... hateful!Still full of nonsense!Arthur's brows were already furrowed, and Francis hurriedly stood between the two of them: "It was a misunderstanding, a misunderstanding. Young master, it's time for you to go back to the police station."

Antonio didn't appreciate it. He crossed his arms: "Yes, you are a newcomer to the police station. Then I can make a complaint? Please borrow Fran's phone." Francis lowered his head in despair.He could only reach out and push Arthur, motioning him to leave the scene quickly.

Calm down, calm down, Arthur Kirkland.The British policeman repeatedly clenched his fists, loosened them, and clenched them again.The other party is just an innocent resident of a small town. It was you who misunderstood him first. You should take responsibility and stay calm.He kept hypnotizing himself in his heart.

That spanish bastard!

An hour had passed since the normal closing time, and Matthew and Elizabeth said goodbye to him 15 minutes and half an hour ago, respectively.But Arthur could only file the Spaniard's complaint according to the procedure, and huddled at his desk to fill out the explanation report.

Although Waxiu didn't impose any punishment on him after he learned of the complaint, the look of blame was enough to make him feel uncomfortable.

This is the second setback in recent memory.Arthur bit his lip reluctantly.It seems that I still despise this job too much.After returning to the police station, most of the resentment in his heart had receded, and he began to blame himself silently.

A big hand tapped on his desktop, Arthur looked up, it was Alfred.He was dumbfounded.

The American youth put down his sports bag, pushed a rolling seat directly, and sat down opposite Arthur: "Hi, Arthur." His tone was relaxed.

The police station has been open to the public for a long time, and his presence couldn't be more justified.It just happened that the British were in a bad mood: "Why are you here?"

"Huh? There's no one outside, so I'll just come in."

"...How do you know I haven't left yet?"

"I met Matthew on the road. He said that you should still be there. I'll stop by to have a look."

Seeing Arthur roll his eyes inadvertently, Alfred smiled, and tapped his fingers on the table: "I heard you got into a fight with Antonio today."

"There was no 'hitting' process, but I held him." Arthur stopped writing, his tone still unhappy, "But why do you know?"

"I happened to pass by Francis' shop after class, and he described the process to us very vividly. Even Gilbert was surprised."

"That stinky beard..."

"That kind of impulsive behavior doesn't feel like you."

Hearing the evaluation of the Americans, Arthur felt discouraged.If possible, he really doesn't want the other party to know his uncool side again.

Not long ago he had reprimanded Alfred for a similar incident, but now he reversed his position; his situation was even more serious, and he was a policeman after all.

It was the first time he and Antonio F. Carriedo had met, so there was no possibility of any personal enmity.However, seeing that guy's face and eyes, he felt repulsion for no reason in his heart, and this repulsion directly turned into actual anger afterwards.

Arthur was not a bad-tempered person, nor did he love his job so much that he hated it.He couldn't explain the source of this anger.

"Naturally restrained," Arthur sighed after a moment of silence, "I kind of understand what you said about the 'inherently restrained' theory."

"Haha, so that's the case." Alfred laughed, "You see, such things happen in this world."

Arthur picked up his pen again and continued with the unfinished report.

"But Antonio is not bad," Alfred sat upright, propping his face on his arms, his eyes fell on Arthur's report, "Anyway, don't pay too much attention to it."

"I'm fine." The tone of the British police officer was awkward.

"How long are you off work?"

"It's coming soon..." Arthur raised his eyes, and suddenly felt that something was wrong, "Are you waiting for me?"

"That's right. I wanted to call you at first, but I just came here because it was too short. Besides, tomorrow is your rare rotation. I also want to ask if you plan to go to the suburbs."

Arthur put down his pen in surprise: "How do you know my rotation time?"

Alfred pointed to the entrance of the police station: "The public notice board over there. Your working hours are no secret. The schedule and rest time are clearly marked."

Arthur had mixed feelings.He has a good impression of Americans, and he does not rule out having good friendship with Americans.But he has been uncomfortable and even uncomfortable with the high-concentration communication mode since before.

The Americans obviously did not sympathize with him in this respect, or rather their characters seldom sympathized.

But he seemed to be gradually infected by the opponent's rhythm, and it was difficult for him to refuse Alfred's request.

"...Within half an hour. If you are sure you want to wait for me."

Alfred laughed. He took out a pen and astronautics textbooks from his satchel, flipped through them and said, "I'll treat you to Francis's shop for dessert on the way back. Anyway, don't be so sullen."

Alfred ordered soda water and cinnamon chicken pie for himself, and helped Arthur hook up the new lemon tart by the way, and the British had no objection.

Gilbert, who was originally sitting at the next table, walked to the bar and patted Arthur on the shoulder: "I said, Antonio is our old friend. He is not a bad guy, Arthur, please be more lenient with him."

It can be called the seed player of killing scenery, and the good mood of trying new desserts is instantly discounted.Arthur replies grimly, "Thank you for your great and tolerant advice." At least three people have said similar things to him today, and he almost seems like a villain.

"Haha, don't get angry, it's just a misunderstanding." Gilbert didn't care, he threw the object in his hand towards Alfred, and the American caught it firmly, it was a car key.

The former East German spread his palms towards him: "I'm going to use a motorcycle tomorrow, so I'll lend you this first."

"I just wanted to ask you to borrow a car." The American also took out the motorcycle key and threw it to the original owner.

Francis served their meal and interjected at the right time: "What? Is it for a date?" Alfred smiled and did not answer.

Arthur's attention was focused on the lemon tart brought by the Frenchman. He used a fork to cut off a piece of the exquisite pastry and put it into his mouth. The sweet and slightly sour taste made his brows and eyes stretch, and the depressed mood in his heart dissipated. Not a lot.Although the stinky beard is annoying to gossip occasionally, his desserts have a good healing effect.

Alfred grabbed the chicken pie with a napkin and put it directly into his mouth. Seeing the change in Arthur's expression, he leaned over and joked: "It seems that it is the right choice to invite Mr. Police to eat dessert."

"Don't call 'Mr. Police' during non-working hours, it sounds like sarcasm."

"I don't mean that."

Arthur glared at the American, and the look was naturally harmless, especially when there was still a small piece of cream on the corner of his mouth.

The American grinned. He raised his right hand, arched his index finger and rubbed directly against Arthur's cheek, wiping off the conspicuous cream.The series of movements were so natural that Arthur didn't have time to react. The American had already put the piece of cream into his mouth and ate it.

A hot stream rushed directly to the stiff cheeks of the Englishman, slowly forming a layer of pink that spread to the base of the ears.

Alfred also found that his actions just now were abnormal, and his originally relaxed sitting posture became tense.He scratched his head, as if he wanted to say something, but he didn't, just turned his head away and continued to destroy his chicken pie.

"Whisper——" Francis whistled, and he leaned forward to refill Arthur's tea, tapping the rim of the cup.Arthur looked up at the Frenchman, who blinked at him vigorously, pointed in the direction of Alfred, and then made a heart-shaped gesture with both hands.

It couldn't be more obvious.Even as emotionally dull as Arthur, he understood what Francis was trying to say.

That was something he had faintly noticed before, a possibility.

The blush on Arthur's face deepened again, but he was too embarrassed to say anything.He lowered his head and quickly put the remaining lemon tart into his mouth. The sweet and sour taste of the previous moment was no longer as attractive as before.

They walked back to the apartment in tandem.

From the moment he came out of the coffee shop, Arthur had unilaterally thought that they were in a strange awkward state at the moment.He mustered up the courage to break the silence first: "Alfred...are you the kind of person who likes to take care of the same sex?"

"What do you mean?" The American slowed down, not understanding what the British said.

"It's just... that, that movement in the coffee shop just now."

"Ah," Alfred suddenly realized, he scratched his hair, "It scares you."

"I... I think that seems like something that shouldn't happen between two grown men...intimacy."

Arthur's statement was so awkward that Alfred couldn't help laughing: "Haha, can't you beat around the bush less?"

That laughter displeased the British: "Huh... that's how I like it."

The American raised the corner of his mouth slyly: "Oh, I like you too." The British, whose expression changed from astonishment to embarrassment and then to embarrassment, was left in a daze, unable to move his feet.

The evening breeze blew between them.

The Englishman's cramped voice was mixed with the wind: "If I'm too self-righteous, you, you can laugh at me. You're like... as if you're chasing me." He lowered his head as much as possible, not wanting the other party to notice that he was up red face.

The American sighed, "I'm after you. I thought it was obvious enough." His reply was so blunt that Arthur was speechless for a moment.

Alfred continued on his own, "Borrowing Gilbert's car, I also hope that I can ask you to go for a walk when you take a break."

He took a few steps closer to Arthur, the shadow of his body could cover the distance above his head: "...would you feel disgusted?"

As close as he could feel the other person's body temperature and breath, Arthur didn't look up, his thoughts were confused: "I...not..."

"That's good." Alfred turned around and opened the distance between them again.The instantly cooling air made Arthur feel lost, and he looked at the tall figure in front of him in puzzlement.

"I don't want to embarrass you," the voice of a young American came from ahead, "...tomorrow morning, let's go to the western suburbs to see the sea."

"Huh?" The topic changed suddenly, and Arthur didn't react for a moment.

"Didn't you say a few days ago that your mobile phone doesn't have Internet access, so you can't determine the location of the sea in the suburbs?"

"Ah, yes..." He just mentioned it casually when we met a few mornings ago, but Alfred still remembered it seriously.

"The signal in the small town is really bad. Even if you use a computer, you can occasionally fail to connect to the website. As for the map function-it really sucks." Alfred continued to explain.

"So, if that's where you want to go, let me take you there."

Arthur raised his head, and the American youth put his hands in the pockets of his camouflage pants, stood upright under the streetlight of the apartment building and smiled at him.

That smile was as warm as the sun under the orange light, making his eye sockets hot, and his heart seemed to be burning.