[K] The growth and evolution of the owner and the dog

After hugging the boy to sit on the sofa, Weitzman took out the medicine box from the laboratory cabinet.They are doing experiments here all day, so it is inevitable that there will be some emergency medicines.He thought he was powerless to deal with the wound on the boy's body.But he didn't expect that the moment he wiped the boy's wound with ointment, the bone-deep wound healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.Leaving a deep but lifeless rift.The boy's face immediately turned pale, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead.Weitzman's eyes were soft and full of pity.

On the contrary, the boy was a little embarrassed, and turned his head aside, revealing his red ears. "I still can't control my power well... so I dare not use it at will."

Weitzman paid no heed to the contradictions in his words.Laughing softly, he rubbed his hair with his hands. "Aaron, I'm very happy."

The young man looked at him suspiciously, and when he saw the love in his eyes, he blushed instantly, grabbed his hand, and removed it from the top of his head. "Open, happy.. what."

Weizman held his bandage-covered hand behind his back, pressed it against his face, and said softly with downcast eyes. "I'm very happy that you can come back to me."

The corners of the slender eyes are slightly raised, and the gray-white pupils are faintly visible under the dense and long eyelashes, exuding the light of glass and the softness of water, the bridge of the nose is straight, and the corners of the mouth are relaxed and slightly raised.The boy could clearly feel the heat on Weitzman's face through the gauze.The blazing heat burned his face as well.

He was about to say something, but turned into an exclamation.Weitzman grabbed his hand, unconsciously leaned forward, and fell on the boy.The wound was crushed, and the boy let out a slap, and then hurriedly turned his head to look at the man who fell on him.The man was snoring lightly, as if he had fallen asleep.

The young man felt relieved, got up with some difficulty and let the man who was nearly twice his height lie flat on the sofa.Then sat on the edge, staring at the man's sleeping face.It is no longer the paleness of frowning and nightmares.There was a smile on the corner of his mouth, and the whole person was so calm.

The boy obsessively touched his face, eyebrows and eyes lightly with his hands.The man moved, grabbed his hand with his hand, then opened his eyes slightly, looking at him.Then she held his hand in peace and fell asleep.

Seeing his movements, the boy's mouth slowed down.A transparent protective film was released from the body to cover both of them.The temperature from the intersection of the palms has been transmitted to the heart, completely melting the heart that was frozen again after the cold was thawed.

The two of them are like a dead knot intertwined with threads, tightly connecting each other's fate, which cannot be untied and constantly pulled.It can only be tightly wound, getting tighter and tighter.

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Crotia found that something was wrong with her younger brother recently. Although it was much better than before when he lost his soul and lost his soul, it was still too wrong.It's like now he has a ruddy complexion, a smile on his face, and asks the servant to prepare an extra meal.Although it was a positive change, it was suddenly inexplicable.Could it be that he gave up on Aaron?However, as far as she knew, her brother was by no means someone who would compromise so easily.

"Hey, sister." Weitzman turned around and smiled at Claudia. "Recent research has made new discoveries. Don't you go and have a look? I wrote it down in the notebook and put it in the basement research room."

Crotia stared at him for a long time, seeing him scratching his head in embarrassment.Sighing, "I see." He said and got up to leave.Weitzman, like a fish stealing fish, took the tray brought out by the attendant and said in a low voice. "I'll serve it myself. By the way, have you bought the milk that I asked you to buy?"

"Master is already ready."

"Okay! Then start tomorrow, with warm milk in the morning."

"Don't you need to send it up?"

"No, I'll get it myself." Weitzman nodded, and carefully left with the tray. "Then I'll go up."

The maid muttered suspiciously. "The young master has become very strange recently, as if there is some ulterior secret in the bedroom."

Claudia, who was leaning on the outer wall of the restaurant door to eavesdrop, understood instantly.Shaking his head helplessly, he left with a sigh.It seems that if you are really sick, you need medicine from the heart.

When Weitzman opened the door, the boy was sitting in front of a wooden table with a mirror in the room, carefully binding his hair with a hair tie.But the rope was hard for him, no matter how hard he tied it, he couldn't tie it, and instead made his long hair into a chicken coop.

Weizman put the things in his hands aside, then approached with a smile, untied the boy's hair tie, took out the comb specially prepared for the boy in the cabinet, and combed it patiently.

The dark blue hair band was stained with dried blood, like a stain.It was a gift he had originally planned to give to the boy, but then something like that happened.When it was stained with blood, he threw it away.Unexpectedly, it was picked up by the boy.Opening the cabinet under the eyes of the boy, Weitzman took out a hair tie that was exactly the same as the one in his hand.He said while shaking his head. "Aaron, have you ever thought about where we will go after the experiment on the Dresden Slate is over?"

The teenager received it after serious consideration. "Wherever you go, I will go. I will go with you."

Just like the beginning of the beginning, in the crowded downtown area, the young man uttered words in a cold voice that made him hopeless and determined.

He said, I'll go with you.

Weizman drowned in the water softly, holding the boy in his arms. "Shall we go to Japan?"

"In spring, we go to see the big cherry blossoms, in summer we go to the forest by the river to listen to the chirping of cicadas, in autumn we look at maple leaves together, in winter we watch snowball fights together, and we eat oranges around the kotatsu table."

"You... remember all of them?"

"Yes, I will remember every word you said." He smoothed the boy's bangs with his hands, and then patted him. "The food is cold, eat quickly."

Xiao Hei stood aside and watched quietly, he was the same as the boy.All I saw was Weitzman's gentle side, but I didn't expect him to have such a changeable side.The character of Izanasha, who had lost his memory, is completely the same as that of Weitzman.On the surface, he is a innocent, harmless, cute and gentle boy, and sometimes he will play tricks.Childish but trustworthy and lazy.Such contradictions exist, but these are all Weitzman.And Weitzman is Xiaobai.

An equal sign can be drawn between them.

He used to be jealous of Crotia and Guochang Lu Dajue.Jealous that they could have been with Weitzman decades earlier, getting to know him.And I can never enter his heart.However, he did not expect that he had also been integrated into this memory and became an existence.

Seeing the boy's face similar to his own, he felt unspeakably melancholy.

He is him, but not him.

He was glad that the young boy Weitzman was by his side, but at the same time, he also dragged Weitzman into an irredeemable slate nightmare. If it weren't for him, Weitzman might not have asked Claudia to give up. continue.In this way, Claudia may not die.

And he, Yatogami Gorou, has decided to regard Izanasha, that is, Weitzman, as his king.Even if he is a colorless king, or the existence of a colorless slate, what does it matter?After all, he will regard his king as his master, and will never betray or suspect.

He had made a fatal mistake in not following him to the end on Academy Island.So in the future no matter what, he will follow him to the end.

"Xiaobai." Weitzman looked up and saw the boy staring at him, suppressed the food in his mouth and asked, "What's wrong?"

"Don't be picky eaters." He pointed to the onion slices left on the plate with his chopsticks.

"Eh—" The corner of Weitzman's mouth twitched. "Can I not eat?"

"No." The boy shook his head with a serious look. "Eat it."

"Okay... I'll eat..."

Xiao Hei laughed out loud, it turned out.Xiaobai doesn't like onions.

What a picky eater.It's just, how long can the peace and warmth before the storm last.The research on the Dresden slate is coming to an end.

Crotia...