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He woke up from the tragic nightmare, panting, put his hand on his chest, trying to calm down the too rapid heartbeat.The morning sun in the dream is just an illusion, the sky has not yet dawned.He was a little thirsty, so he got out of bed and picked up the teapot by the table and shook it. Fortunately, there was still some unfinished tea in it.

The half-hidden door was pushed open, and a fair-haired blond man walked in gently and asked him what was going on.

"I had a nightmare." He shook his head and sighed, drinking half a cup of tea.

Felix came in and kissed his forehead, he smiled and put his arms around the other's waist, closed his eyes and exchanged a brief kiss with his lover.They fell on the same bed one after another, he held Felix in his arms, his lover caressed his face, and his fingers slid over the corners of his eyes, he froze for a moment, avoiding uncomfortably.

"Tomorrow I will escort the bishop to the Holy Land." He grabbed Felix's hand and pressed it close to his heart. "It will take about three months."

"You told me."

"You won't move secretly while I'm away, will you?"

Felix laughed, and suddenly reached out to hug his head, and pressed a kiss on the top of his head.This was Felix's habit, and it had been Felix's way from the beginning of their acquaintance.He was only 20 years old at the time, when he was at his youngest, and whenever he got angry about something, the older Felix would come and hug him, stand on tiptoe and kiss the top of his head.

"Your home is here, and I won't leave."

He had heard that vampires were monsters who lived in no fixed place, always migrating around for fear of being identified.Felix is ​​different, he has been here for 20 years.Yes, it has been 20 years since they first met.When we first met, Felix always looked melancholy, wary of humans, and refused to say a word to him.

But in the end he was moved.

Their relationship is secretive, not least because of Felix's identity.He is a knight who serves the Holy See and has sworn to God to keep himself pure.But he fell in love with the melancholy monster. He marveled at the monster's beauty, was overwhelmed by his charm, and was even willing to ignore their gender issues.

The hasty glance 20 years ago was shocking.

Today, 20 years later, Felix is ​​still magnificent.

He stopped talking and hugged his lover tightly again.

It was snowing when he went out the next day, and he stuffed thick clothes into his armor to keep out the cold, and when he put on the helmet that looked like an iron bucket, he heard Felix laughing uncontrollably.

"I hate this thing too, I can't breathe when I wear it."

"It can protect you." Felix stepped forward, bent his fingers and tapped the sturdy helmet, and it made a thumping sound as expected.Felix laughed even louder.

He walked out the door in embarrassment amidst laughter.

He is 40 years old, but in Felix's eyes, he seems to be the 20-year-old boy forever-as if Felix thought he also had the ability to not grow old.

Damn time.

He led the horse out of the stable, rode on its back, and rushed to the Holy See through the snow.Along the way, snowflakes flew under the horse's hooves, and the branches of the bare trees were crushed by the snow. He held the reins tightly with both hands, exhaled a long white breath, and felt a little dizzy for a while.Closing his eyes and shaking his head vigorously, he opened his eyes again, still seeing the simple and elegant snow scene and the endless sound of horseshoes, Cyril was stunned, and suddenly couldn't remember where he was.

Last night he was obviously looking for folklore about dreams in the branch, but then he seemed to fall asleep and had a weird dream...

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but straighten his back suddenly, and looked around nervously.

He sleeps in the summer night, but wakes up in the winter day.If he didn't sleep for a hundred years like the princess, then he fell from one dream into another.

The horse underneath seems to have its own consciousness, and knows its own direction without the owner holding the rein.Cyril was taken outside the Holy See, and the Holy Knights were ready to go.They escorted the bishop to the Holy Land for almost two months.However, as soon as they arrived in the Holy Land, they heard the news that paganism was about to arrive in the Holy Land, and the war was about to break out.At the order of the head of the regiment, the large army was stationed in the city, and a group of knights rode out of the city on fast horses to seek reinforcements, but no news came back.

Enemy forces continued to flow, and the paladins and civilians of the Holy Land stood guard to the death.The reinforcements arrived at the city and fought desperately with the enemy.The balance of the battle situation is volatile, and there is only a thin line between vitality and destruction.

The battle to defend the Holy Land lasted for three full years.The paladins were victorious, and the bishop knelt down and kissed the soil of the Holy Land, clasped his hands together and praised God devoutly.The knights once again stepped on their horses to escort the bishop back. When they passed a river, the horseshoes kicked the water, and Cyril inadvertently glanced at the river. He was clearly still wearing a helmet, but he could see the vicissitudes of life hidden in it.

He is not young anymore.

An inexplicable thought flashed through his mind, he was startled, blinked and then took a closer look, only to see the water splashing and rippling in the river, where he could not see the reflection reflected in it clearly.

Stopping and stopping on the way back, it took another two months for Cyril to return to "home".It was still winter when I left, but now that I am back, the cherry tree outside the house has already bloomed.It seemed that he had only been away for three to five months, not three years at all.

Felix didn't leave.Sweet joy welled up in Cyril's heart, he stepped forward to hug his lover, carefully carried him into the shadows, bowed his head and kissed him.Felix stroked his beard extending from his chin to his temples with his cold hands, and finally gently tugged at the longest strand under his lip.

Some memories flooded into the mind, and some emotions mixed in, which wasn't very pleasant.Cyril was very confused. He held Felix's shoulders with both hands and pulled him away. He looked at the lover in front of him carefully, and a trace of jealousy and sourness grew in his heart.He was startled secretly, and tried his best to suppress the weird emotion, but his lips moved involuntarily.

"Help me cut off my beard."

Felix, who had been laughing happily, suddenly became quiet when he heard the words, stared at him for a while, said "um", turned around and found the scissors from the cabinet.

Those endless memories are still spinning in Cyril's mind.

It seems to be "he" and Felix when they were young. At that time, "he" liked to grow beards, and he often deliberately grew two beards. He was overjoyed when he heard Felix say "you have grown up".

But now he hated his beards.

Make him look like a useless old bastard.

Felix was still so young.

Seeing Felix brought the scissors, Cyril was driven by a force to snatch the scissors from his hand, cutting off the beard on his chin as if with deep hatred.

He heard Felix say beside him, "Hans, I love you."

Who is Hans?

He looked at Felix, and there was a hint of worry in the handsome monster's eyes.

Cyril knew that he was dreaming, but he couldn't get rid of it. The body in the dream gradually grew old with the passage of time in the dream: when combing the hair, there were always a lot of hair entangled on the comb teeth, and the beard on the chin was getting harder and harder; The hands that were once full and powerful gradually became thinner, the skin on the back of the hands was dry and wrinkled, and the blue blood vessels underneath were clearly visible; one day during dinner, he suddenly broke his teeth and spit out the half-chewed pancake. And with blood.

Felix has always kept his promise and will not leave as long as he is here.

But he is still so young.

The old Cyril clutched the cake paste and broken teeth tightly in his hands, and looked up at Felix, who had a worried expression on his face.

He is still so young, it has been more than 40 years since they first met, time has not left any trace on him.

Cyril lamented the magic of creation, but his heart was soon occupied by poisonous jealousy.He took a quick breath and left the table under Felix's worried eyes.

He was old and Felix was young.

Why is he old, but Felix is ​​as young as ever.

Why the vampire refused to transform him.

Trick him into saying that he will love him no matter what his old age will be.

fake.

all fake!

Now standing beside such Felix, he only felt ashamed, he was extremely jealous and angry, why was he the only one who was getting old!

Cyril couldn't control these negative and resentful thoughts in his heart, he tried his best to calm himself down, but those thoughts seemed to soak into his blood, he felt hot all over his body, and his limbs were dominated by some dangerous impulse.

He had a premonition.

The dream continues.

That night, he rushed into Felix's room with his sword raised, asking why he didn't transform him.The vampire looked back without fear, and said gently that he chose not to be transformed at the beginning, and he himself admitted that he was afraid of bearing the unknown consequences of eternity.He interrupted Felix with a snarl, forcing Felix to look at him now, asking if the vampire was disgusting his old man.

"I love you, Hans."

Felix spoke calmly but firmly, and stepped forward to take the sword in his hand.

Give him the sword.

Cyril said to herself.

But these hands waved disobediently, allowing the sharp blade to scratch his lover's face.Felix continued forward fearlessly, reaching out to grab his wrist.

Cyril saw the heartbreak in his eyes.

Give him the sword, give him the sword!Don't hurt him!

Cyril roared loudly in his heart, but the tip of the sword still pierced Felix's shoulder mercilessly.

The once raging love turned into inferiority complex and hatred at some point. Cyril trembled in this intense emotion. He heard his roar, but couldn't make out what he said.On the contrary, he heard Felix's plea clearly. Felix begged him to put down the sword in his hand, and begged him to believe him.Cyril felt that he was seized by a strong sorrow. He looked at his lover with blurred vision, and finally turned his wrist and pierced his heart with a sword.

He envied Felix, hated Felix.

He loves Felix so much, but because of his old skin, he feels ashamed in front of his lover.

Don't fall in love with monsters.

Cyril murmured, and suddenly woke up from the dream.

The candles burned out at some point, and the empty room was dark.

The young man stood up groping, and ran out in a hurry, until he saw the rows of bookshelves standing silently outside, his heart finally landed safely.

The author has something to say: Friends, after reading this article, what do you think is insufficient?For example, the structure is unbalanced, the beginning is boring, or the perspective is narrow, and the big event is written like a village chief fighting... and whether there are any problems in character creation, such as too flat, too labeled, and a single form of expression...you can comment and tell me ?There are red envelopes! ! !Say anything!Just be gentle! ! !

Refuse to complain that Felix has an ex and has oxed many people and still suffers! ! !reject! ! ! !