billions of light years

Chapter 9 End

☆、Chapter 10

The author has something to say: I have been thinking for a long time how to make the scene man Lao Wan create a big scene

So I wrote this chapter with a strong cold wind (.

The next chapter is probably over and the author is going to military training orz

after March.

The cold moon is like a boning knife, and the cold wind is like a bone spur.

The ancestors who spoke the Chukchi language had trekked here on the arc-shaped islands.People at that time were too naive, thinking that walking to the place where the sun rose would catch up with warm footsteps.They don't know how to use ice cores to study complex astronomical phenomena, and they don't understand what is the fucking atmospheric circulation that the students have drawn countless times on the map.They just accepted a cruel fact with their lives: the cold cannot be driven away, and the warmth cannot be retained.They come and go, just like death and life.

Wrapped in the same fur cloak, little Charles and Erik huddled themselves into a big ball of fur in the tent, nestled with three rented Alaskan sled dogs, and judged the cycle of day and night only by a piece of transparent plastic sheeting above the tent.

"I must be crazy for promising you to come to the North Pole to watch the aurora together..." Little Charles' voice muffled into the air, and it seemed that the words would be frozen into cursive letters and crackle before they floated too far last place. If Erik could collect them and keep them, maybe he could go back and throw them in the fire, and enjoy the muffled, Charles' voice in the air as the flames wrapped around the ice.

"Don't worry, Charles." Erik seemed to be more resistant to the cold than him, and little Charles felt the warmth of his chest against his back. "This is the last lesson, and to be precise, this is only the state of Alaska."

"So the last lesson was extreme survival training?" Little Charles stretched out his hand and scratched the neck of a big dog lying beside him, winning the dog's warm tongue licking his palm.Even the stupid big dog knows that little Charles is delicious, and he looks like he wants to lick a box of strawberry ice cream.Perhaps little Charles has this kind of charm, which can not only attract the evil forces to abandon the dark and turn to the light, but also make the cat automatically lie down and snore with its belly exposed, and the dog rushes to beg for petting.

Erik didn't answer his question.

"Are you saying I'll freeze if I kiss you here?" Little Charles said shivering, not like an American who suffers from a cold snap once a year, Erik thought.

"Why don't you try it? Is my tongue made of metal?" Erik reached out and grabbed Charles' chin, forcing the 15-year-old boy who always yearned for intimacy to look at him. "Is it okay?"

Little Charles was kissed before he could answer.This was a different kiss than before, like a thunderstorm, like a gust of flames, and soon made little Charles' ears red. "Have you ever done this with someone else?" Erik sucked his hot earlobe into his mouth and licked kisses, the metal teeth of the zipper of the cotton jacket automatically separated from bottom to top, allowing Erik's hand to reach inside his clothes.Little Charles was a little dizzy, shook his head drowsily, let out a whimper, and tried to curl himself up.

"Good boy." Erik kissed his swollen lips, squeezing his knees into his curled legs.

"Erik...!" Little Charles was gagged and could only yell in his head, "Stop! Look up! There's—"

"My friend, I didn't expect you to change the subject at such a low level." Erik was a little embarrassed, looking at little Charles's watery blue eyes and flushed cheeks as if awakened, and cursed himself as a beast.But he swears it's just a subconscious action!

"Look at the top, Erik! The aurora is out!" Little Charles was half lying in Erik's arms, looking up at the transparent plastic sheet on the tent.

So they went out together and witnessed this miracle of nature with their own eyes - what kind of brush can paint it?Using the sky as the paper and the ice field as the inkstone, dye all things in this boundless and white end.It is rose red, sea blue, and azure; it is light mist, flowing yarn, and light colors and heavy inks splashed on life posters, illuminating the night sky in Alaska.

There is no second word.

They stood and watched for a long time, forgetting the cold, immersed in the natural scenery, the beautiful aurora was like a heavy hammer, beating the heart——

Even Charles, who is the least qualified to make such a comment, sighed, "I want to say something but can't say anything," he sighed, "It's so distressing that I don't have enough books...I think I need more knowledge."

"Forgive me, Charles, I don't want to fall in love with Shakespeare." Erik squeezed his hand, "I just want to bury it deep in my heart, so that no one else can see it. It's too beautiful and delicate, but also perishable."

"This is really a good habit comparable to Alaska, Erik." Little Charles joked, "It's a good thing you didn't pay enough attention to me, so you didn't bury me too."

"You're different, Charles, damn it, did you make me say those nasty things?"

"Why not?"

"After... I scared you just now?"

Little Charles was about to laugh out loud, "You call that 'scare'?" He blinked his charming blue eyes mischievously, "It's actually quite comfortable. Can you continue next time?"

Unanimously, they kissed slowly, their warm and soft lips touched, as if they were concluding some kind of sacred oath—heaven and earth are the guests, Aurora is the witness, and the oath maker is the two of them.

[I will stand side by side with you in the same trench, even if you lose every step of the way. ]

Charles had no doubt heard the words of love.His thoughts ran wildly on this vast wilderness that was carved out like a knife and an axe, and galloped on the broken and sunken glacier that seemed to be the end of the world.He saw that the accumulation of hundreds of millions of years caused the volcano to erupt one night, the lava weathered, and exquisite flowers bloomed on the ruins.Everything recovers in an instant.

God.Little Charles thought: What is three months of escape enough for?

Enough for two people to go from the hot springs in Iceland to the fjords of Scandinavia; enough for two people to go from the flower sea in Provence to the tulip field in Rotterdam; enough for two people to go from the Parthenon to the southernmost tip of the Sahara.

This is also enough for two bodies that span hundreds of millions of light years to set foot on a foreign land to find the relics of time; it is enough for two equally unyielding souls to argue and reconcile, argue and reconcile, and finally all the conflicts are drowned between their lips and teeth.

"Charles, this is the last lesson." Erik smiled. "Don't forget the power that is only yours. It is strong enough to make me surrender. After all, I can't play with this-'love'."