[Yinying Doujin] Tearing Dreamland

4

It seemed that he had returned to a certain leisurely afternoon. All the routine work was done in the morning, but his whole body was full of energy that could not be vented. He felt unwilling to just waste it sitting at the desk.

The restlessness was immediately broken by a knock on the door and a smiling friend walking in.

In extremely rare, leisurely time.

They lay on the green grass at three o'clock in the afternoon, hiding in the shade of the trees, and their words were scattered in the tiny sunlight.

The time that was never cherished at that time is extremely precious now.

After all, it is gone forever.

There is no moon on this day.

Clouds move slowly and patiently across the sky in a certain direction, occasionally revealing a dark sky.

There is no moon.

Luo Yantar just raised his head, looking at the sky above his head, while Mittermeier occasionally looked at each other's expressions, and occasionally looked at each other's hands that hadn't parted at all.

In the night when there is almost no light, only the outline can be discerned vaguely.

Mittermeier sat with him for a long time in an empty place where no one could find him, only moving occasionally when his body felt numb.

When he saw the expression of Roenthal standing beside Gilfies' bed who had already left, he could feel the mood of the other party very well.

Sadness, despair, pain.

It was precisely because he felt this emotion that he felt unable to speak.And this feeling was even worse, because he found that he didn't know how to deal with his friends when they were sad.He was not good enough in emotional matters.

It seemed like a long time before Roenthal seemed to come back to his senses and turned to Mittermeier.Mittermeier could only say that he felt the other party's gaze, and could hardly see the other party clearly.

"Mittermeier, go back."

"Royantal..." Mittermeier called out to his friend who let go of his hands and was about to get up, but he didn't know how to speak, "Are you still unwilling to say?"

"What are you talking about, Mittermeier?" He spoke in such a vicious tone to his best friend for the first time, "Aren't we all hiding things from each other?"

There was a stalemate in the atmosphere for a second, and before Reoenthal fully felt the regret and apology, Mittermeier said "You are right" and got up to leave.

There was a repressed emotion in Reoenthal's heart, and he wanted to stop Mittermeier instinctively, but because of similar scenes that happened before, he still stood up first, and then tried to keep up with the opponent's pace, which was not difficult. But in order to stop his friend who was evenly matched with him in hand-to-hand combat, Luo Yantar still used some brute force to do it.

After the two breathed calmly, Roenthal was holding Mittermeier's wrist tightly, forcibly pulling the distance between him and the other party closer.

Mittermeier was still struggling, no matter from the form at the time or from his own thoughts, it was normal, but no matter what, when Reoenthal began to speak softly, his struggle slowly stopped.

"Mittermeier, you said before that we were not what we are now. Now I want to say this to you too. Since I came back that time, we have never had a good talk. Now, finally, there is Here's the chance."

"Mittermeier, I know you care about me, although you never mind that I have something to hide from you, but, I know, from the bottom of your heart, you hope that I can talk to you about something.

"For the first time in these years, you have something to hide from me. I know you don't want to say it, and I also know that I have no right to let you say it, so I will say it first."

Reoenthal adjusted his posture, and then took a deep breath. He has never been good at expressing his feelings. He thought that if his best friend knew what he was thinking, he would probably laugh at him.

"Didn't we talk that day? About what would happen if you and I died, although we both said that we would probably complete our career with Caesar, but I kept thinking about what I was afraid of..."

Rosenthal seemed to be trying to find the vocabulary he wanted from all human languages.

"I don't know what I'm afraid of. Did you forget me?" He felt the other party's stiffness for a moment, "But I don't think that's the case, but, I'm afraid, if there is such a day, you rush to in front of me...

"I will forget you and stay away from you until I can't see you."

You know, I believe you surpass myself.

"But Mittermeier, you know how I lost to myself." He let go of Mittermeier's wrist and looked him in the eyes as he spoke, his voice softening and his whole body They all fell in love with Mittermeier, and the Gale Wolf seemed to clearly see what was getting darker in the other party's different-colored pupils, "Admiral Gilphias told me that we must cherish our feelings. Although I have never been able to make up my mind, Mi Damai, I still have determination and want to tell you that after I came back that time, I decided that even if I had to die, I would die where you could see me.

"Mittermeier, I, love you."

Luo Yantar hesitated for a short time when he said this sentence. This kind of hesitation was because the person who had been on the bed of Jinyin Yaotong had also said "I love you" to him, so Reuenthal's strange aversion to this phrase, which expresses the deepest human emotions, is understandable, given its abuse at the time.But Reoenthal still adopted this sentence because he did not desecrate or slander the feelings contained in it because of the factors of the times.

This time's silence was even more disturbing for Luo Yantar, because he really knew this kind of feeling. If Mittermeier could not accept or understand it, it would lead to the rupture of their deep friendship.

But Mittermeier just said, "I'm sorry, but I still can't confess to you."

"Mittermeier, you know I'm waiting for other answers."

There was no sound, but for a moment, Reoenthal could feel a gentle and firm touch on his back.

"That's all right..." Gale Wolf blushed and muttered softly, being overshadowed by his best friend's laughter.This kind of laughter is different from his usual sneer, and contains more childish joy.

Luo Yantar hesitated for a moment, then lightly pecked the opponent's forehead, then wrapped his arms around the opponent's waist, and buried his face slightly in the opponent's honey-colored hair.

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