[Shenya] Aphasia

Chapter 25

When Allen was jolted awake from a hazy dream, the long-distance bus just passed a small piece of green pasture in Plymouth.

Plymouth Bay is the heart of this harbor city. Warships and ferries rush in and out of the bay day after day, as solemn as the dignity of the 1946 Normandy battle.Over the years, there are still people in its church shouting for the cornerstone of the golden age, for the glory of Mountbatten, and for devoutly believing in God's benevolence.

The bus driver is probably such a local resident with a serious heroic complex. From Plymouth to the seaside of Penzance, the speed of the bus never slows down on the [-]-degree thrilling mountain road with ups and downs and sharp turns.As soon as Allen woke up, he was bumped violently by the bus, and his head was smashed against the glass window.

"Is it coming soon?" He rubbed his aching head and asked dizzily.

"It's still early." Kanda glanced at him.

Allen groaned in pain, lazily changed his position, closed his eyes and continued to sleep.

He didn't know how long he had slept. He had been motion sick since he left the city road, and he threw up a bag on the mountain road, which made the lover sitting next to him flustered.While scolding, Kanda unwrapped the prepared motion sickness medicine, and almost forcibly poured it into the mouth of the dazed man.Allen took the medicine and closed his eyes to rest his mind, and soon fell asleep again.

"You asked for it yourself, Bean Sprouts."

Allen nodded, ignoring him.

They didn't reach their destination until near noon, and just as Allen stepped out of the platform, a gust of wind blew away his wide-brimmed hat.

The coastline is sunny and the sky is as pure as a blue silk.From their point of view, they could see an abrupt Elephant Trunk Cliff by the sea, with white waves churning the sky under their feet.The wind whistled in the ears, and the crisp air hovered over this desolate coast.

Kanda, who was walking behind, caught Allen's hat and put it on his bald head.

Allen's head has grown some short hairs, which are still pure white. When the hair grows back, it will slowly cover the surgical scar.The one on the top of the head can be covered, but the one on the face that runs through the left eye cannot be covered anyway.The strange thing is that Kanda has gotten used to the old dark red scar, which exists as an integral part of Allen Walker himself.He even felt that there was a strange beauty in it, which made the pain of this young man exposed to the outside, instead of being concealed by him in his heart.

This is the westernmost point of England, facing the vast Atlantic Ocean; here is Lands End, the end of the land that Manner said, and the beginning of the voyage.There was excitement in Allen's eyes when he said this. He loves natural scenery. He said that he told Kanda a long time ago that he wanted to come to this place, and then asked him with a straight face if he had forgotten all about it. .

Kanda didn't answer him, but just took out a coat from his backpack and wrapped it around his thin body regardless of the opponent's resistance.

"Don't get blown away by the wind, bean sprouts."

"Did you hear clearly what I mean by bringing you here?" Allen yelled angrily.

"...I don't know." Kanda thought about it impatiently, and replied simply.

"Then let me say it again..."

"Okay!" Kanda hugged him to restrain him, and whispered in his ear, "Don't you just want to say, do you want to start a new life from now on? Is it necessary to emphasize so many times?"

There is no need to shout because of the roar of the sea wind because of the sudden close distance, but this whisper made Alian blush: "Because, because this is a new life with you, bastard!"

Kanda was stunned for a moment, then possessed himself and pecked the boy's cold lips.

"After graduation, I may return to China for a while."

"how long?"

"Three to four years."

"Can I come to you?" Allen turned his head and asked seriously.

"Of course." Kanda said without hesitation.

There is a fruit stand in the pergola on the side of the coastal road. The owner is a Frenchman with a curly white beard and a maroon wool cap. He squints like a Santa Claus.Allen bought a box of blackberries from him, and asked him the direction to the famous road sign with "3147 kilometers from New York".

They walked against the wind and walked all the way to the white road sign that often appeared in travel magazines. There were two or three tourists taking pictures there. As soon as Allen approached, one of the girls greeted him.She looked back and forth between the stern-faced oriental man and the harmless Allen, and then patted the latter on the shoulder.

"Sir, can you take a group photo for us?"

"Oh, good." Allen handed the travel brochure and snack bag to Kanda, and took her camera.

The girl happily ran to the road sign and stood beside her friends.

"Please smile and look this way... three, two, one!"

"Thank you," the girl looked at the photo preview, "It's so beautiful!"

"You guys are beautiful." Allen said with a smile.

The girl looked very happy, glanced at the silent oriental man who kept a distance from them, and whispered in Allen's ear.

"That gentleman, is that your boyfriend?"

Allen was startled and looked into her eyes.

"I'm sorry, because the first time I came to Lands End was with my boyfriend, who is Chinese," the girl smiled apologetically, "He said, they call this place in China—the ends of the earth in England."

"The ends of the earth?"

"I don't know much Chinese either. He said that China is a scenic spot, and it also represents a place that people in love are eager to go to. Until I read a poem in a book, I probably understood its meaning."

"What poem?"

"Tilla'theseasgangdry,andtherocksmeltwi'thesun,Iwillluvetheestill,mydear." ("ARed, Red Rose"Robert Burns)

Allen's expression suddenly became softer. He raised his head, and the man standing not far away was frowning and smoothed his black hair that was covered in wind, and happened to be looking at him.

"At the beginning, I thought it was Lands End of Manderley Manor. It was eerie and shrouded in the shadow of death. Someone told me later that it was Lands End, the end and beginning of life, and it became the place where I came here. reason. Now you say it's Lands End at the end of the earth..."

Allen looked at Kanda, he knew that the other party couldn't hear him, but he still lowered his voice amidst the wind.As he repeated the word "the ends of the earth" in his poor pronunciation, he remembered the line and couldn't help smiling.

"It's also your Lands End," the girl added playfully, tilting her head, "I wish you happiness, good sir."

"What did you say?" Kanda looked at the person approaching him and asked loudly.

Allen put down the camera and looked into his eyes.The wind was so strong that it blew away Kanda's bangs to reveal a white forehead, blew up his shirt collar, and even made his eyelashes tremble slightly.It's unbelievably charming.

He smiled faintly, and recounted the whole conversation with the girl.

After hearing this, Kanda showed a very strange expression.

"The photo studio over there sells blank signposts for only 10 pounds each," Allen asked, "Do you want to write one? Write down your life goals."

"Bean sprouts...do you like this kind?"

"...I don't know." Allen pouted.

"My purpose in life couldn't be clearer," Kanda stared at him, "Don't you know?"

Allen was stunned.

"I, I know."

After speaking, he immediately buried his head and looked at the ground—there were patches of pituitary flowers growing on both sides of the road they were walking, and it was in the flowering season. The green leaves of this lovely round-leaved tree were covered with tiny goose yellow flowers, Sandwiched among the same dwarf coastal shrubs, it stretches all the way to the north.

until it disappears on the horizon.

In a blink of an eye, the sun slanted to the west, and gray cumulus clouds appeared above the sea level where the sun set, like a line of thick ink splitting the sky and clouds.Above the clouds is a cobalt blue that can't be seen, while below the clouds are gradually dyed orange-yellow layer by layer.The warmth of the day slowly fell asleep, and the sea water was still lapping against the reefs on the shore, sending bursts of coolness.These cold meanings fell on the bare tips of the salicornia, in the crevices of the white sand, in the air they breathed around them.Probably because of listening to "The End of the World", the two people who were distracted along the way did not have much conversation, and walked from the highland to the beach in silence.

Allen wrapped the scarf around his neck around his shoulders and wrapped it tightly.The sea breeze at night started to make him feel cold, so he moved closer to Kanda.

There is an old lighthouse a hundred meters away, and the top of the tower is still lit.The tower keeper is an old man who seems to have stepped out of a storybook, carrying a fishing rod and an old cloak and walking towards the tower, leaving a crooked silhouette on the gradually darkening beach.Allen seemed very happy, he ran forward in three steps and two steps, and asked the old man if he could let them go up to the tower to have a look.

Unexpectedly, the old man shook his head.

"Tourists are not allowed to enter the lighthouse."

Kanda was helpless: "Okay, let's go."

"Sir, we are about to return, and I hope there is a place to rest," Allen asked unwillingly, "Just take us for a look."

"Having a rest?" The old man raised his eyebrows and pointed to a hut with white walls and red tiles next to the tower pillars. "There is electricity, there are beds, and some tea left."

Before he finished speaking, he entered the tower without looking back, closed the door and locked it.

The two left looking at each other.

"Not everyone is friendly to you, is it?" Kanda gloated.

Allen was speechless and could only roll his eyes at him.

"Go in and rest, we will leave in half an hour."

Kanda's voice was hoarse, and Allen looked at his eyes in surprise, the black pupils were clearly burning with flames.He opened his mouth, hesitated to speak, and buried his hot face into the scarf.

Too late to explain, get in the car first!

-TBC.