the culprit

Felix just woke up and saw Cyril sitting beside him.He stood up in surprise, his movements were a little hasty, his palms pressed against his hair, he frowned in pain, he didn't cry out, he paused, and called Cyril's name.

"Want to go for a walk?" The young man looked at him, his eyes full of expectation.

"When did you wake up?"

"Well... some time." Cyril watched Felix get out of bed, watched him change his clothes, and watched him look around for a hair tie, just in time to see a red hair tie falling on the pillow, Picking it up naturally, walked over to tie his hair, "Just now I read the evening paper two days ago, and it said that there is a new play at the Barkley Theater tonight."

I heard that this play was written by a group of imperial literati to please the king. In the play, the young people who participated in the revolution were derogatory to the utmost. The citizens of the country can clearly see the "ugly faces" of those revolutionaries.

Cyril thought it was funny, but couldn't help being curious and wanted to find out.

Felix understood the meaning of the young man's words, looked down at the old shirt on his body, opened the box in distress and rummaged through it, and managed to find a decent evening dress.

"What if the tickets are sold out?" He put on his gown, stroked his sleeves, and turned around to ask.

"Then let's walk back slowly."

The moon tonight is rounder and brighter than last night, Cyril walked beside Felix, rubbing his thumb against the silver-covered part of the cane tip, until his palms were sweating, and then he said: "I seem to remember it. "

Sure enough, as soon as he finished speaking, Felix suddenly stopped in his tracks, turned his head and looked over, with surprise that couldn't be concealed in his eyes.

In memory... or in dreams, Felix's eyes are extremely rare. He seldom smiles, let alone cries, and never shows a painful expression. Naturally, there is nothing that can make him feel happy.Cyril looked happily at Felix in front of him, guessing that he must have changed this snail-like monster.

I used to get no response, so I was sad, because I was rejected, I felt resentful and unwilling, but I couldn't let go, so I could only struggle and support, wishing that I could turn into a dew.

Some people—including some monsters naturally, they always give up on themselves one step earlier than others, not because they feel unworthy, but because they are afraid of pain.It's not that they don't trust others, they just don't trust themselves.

But now, at least for this moment, Felix in front of him is no longer that monster.Cyril could feel that at least Felix was trying to overcome his timidity and selfishness, at least he was trying to accept someone who might hurt him.

"You once told me that my birth proves my innocence. I will remember this sentence forever. I was saved because of this sentence." Cyril will never forget that day, the vampire stretched out his hand to wipe his tears, Qingyan rose from his eyes, and he cried and hugged the hand, "But the appearance of the dream stealer made me understand that your words were wrong. My father hates me, and my mother has never loved me—— She doesn't love anyone, she just needs to give birth to a child. And her child, that is, me, my birth itself judges me to be a sinner in this life."

He told Felix everything that happened in the sinful manor.His family, those strangers, it can be said that they all died because of him.Dai Zui's blood flowed in his body, and he inherited Dai Zui's blood.The original sin he bears is not only the burden of every person who comes to the world, it is not only the crime of killing relatives, but also the crime of murder.

"Life is too heavy, isn't it, Felix?" he said softly, looking at Felix beside him with red eyes.

And this was the first time Felix knew what had happened to Cyril during his disappearance.He had seen the corpses of those youths, and they all thought that those people were tortured to death. He thought that Cyril survived after undergoing the same torture, but he didn't expect to be tortured like this.

Life is too heavy.

He just carried so many burdens and felt that he would have to carry on in this life, and Cyril almost exchanged other people's lives for his own.He couldn't imagine what Cyril relied on to support himself now, and he couldn't imagine what kind of mood the young man had when he said these words to him.

Life is too heavy.

So I feel guilty for surviving, and feel that my life is not worth it.

The severe pain that almost pierced the chest suddenly burned in his heart, and Felix's body couldn't stand the vibration.He looked back at Cyril, the indifferent and self-retaining mask was broken into pieces, his eyes were full of surprise and sadness, and a pity expression climbed his cheeks. He stood there at a loss, raised his hands to hug Xiril, and then Thinking of them hovering on the street with people coming and going, they were in a dilemma for a while.

Yes, life is too heavy.

Almost crushes the soul.

But Cyril survived.

If a person wants to die, there is always a way, but if he wants to live, it is very difficult.Cyril was so weak by then, but she managed it.

What saved him was not only the Philosopher's Stone, but also Wei Ya's miraculous medical skills.

It was Cyril who saved her life.

It is he himself who wants to continue his endless life with those heavy lives on his back.

The hand that stopped in mid-air was held, and Felix was so startled that he subconsciously wanted to withdraw, but was firmly grasped.The young man in front of him had a face that was about to cry, his eyes were red and his lips were trembling, but he endured it, holding his fingers and leading him to continue walking towards the theater.

"I was thinking about you at that time. I thought I must not fall down there, and I must not die when I am so young. Compared with you, my life is short, but there are always decades left. It’s been a long time for me, and I still have such a long time to be with you. If I die there,” Cyril’s breath trembled, he squeezed Felix’s fingers firmly, and quietly Let go, "You will face the tragic death of your lover again."

People are always selfish.

At that moment, what he was thinking about was not how to atone for his sins, nor how to take revenge, but just thinking about the name of his beloved, thinking that he must never die in this dirty and smelly nameless place in this way.

He was afraid that Felix would be upset.

The monster wasn't as ruthless as he thought.

And he also fantasizes about impressing monsters one day.

"I've worked so hard to survive, why don't you accept me?" he asked softly, without looking at Felix.

The people around him didn't speak.

Cyril was so nervous that his hands were sweating, and he waited for a long time for the answer he wanted to hear, and he didn't even get a response. His originally tense shoulders gradually relaxed, and finally he seemed to give up, and he sighed helplessly. .

"But even so, I will... I don't want to be just a dew." He muttered.

"I'm not trying to reject you." Felix stopped, raised his hand to hold Cyril's arm, and looked at him seriously, "I'm just thinking about the best solution. But after much deliberation ... You are a born sinner, I feed on your sinful blood, I share your sins, and I am an accomplice who loves life. However, we are living creatures, and we must die, and I will perish together with you." He spoke calmly, with a gentle murderous look in his eyes.

Cyril was startled when he heard the words, his eyes widened and he was speechless for a long time.He wasn't intimidated by Felix like Weiya was, but... he didn't expect Felix to say such fierce words.Think about the confession this vampire said to his past lovers, which words were not tender and sweet, but when he came to him, he was ready to die together.

Cyril bit her lip, not only jealous of Ayton and Hans.

But after thinking about it, I felt that this was better than all the sweet words.

The vampire was once a shady executioner, and he is a born sinner, and they have no forgiveness in this life.

But they will live and die together.

The past cannot be written off, but for the future, they still have a choice.

The cowardly and selfish vampire is not even willing to say "I love you" until now, as if saying it would turn into some ominous prophecy.

Cyril breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that such a matter cannot be rushed.And the passers-by around him were in a hurry, so it was impossible to kiss Felix in public.He frowned in annoyance and had to continue walking towards the theater.

"I love you," he whispered.

Felix beside him still didn't reply.He peeked at it quietly, and the vampire seemed uncomfortable, but the corners of his upturned mouth revealed a hint of happiness, which was quite different from his usual depression.

"I love you," he repeated, growing firmer.

There was once a teenager who hid his most beloved collection of poems under the pillow of his favorite monster, and neatly wrote the other's name on the butterfly page.

That monster likes to read poems, but he can't say any poetic sentences, and he can't learn the romance and enthusiasm of poets.

Later, the boy grew up and saw through the monster's heart, so he secretly decided to write a poem for the monster every day.

He wants to use his poems to teach monsters the ability to be forgotten by him.

Teach him to relearn the ability to express love openly.

The young man wrote four hundred poems in a row for four hundred days, but the monster did not make progress.

The young man sits at the table and thinks hard every day, wondering if his method is wrong.

But what does that matter?

He still has time to write [-] poems and [-] poems, and he believes that one day, the monster will relearn the abilities he had forgotten.

The author has something to say: at the end, let me sprinkle flowers~

It's finally over, nearly two months, thank you little angels for your support!Thank you for your comments, mines and collections, and for your encouragement, support and suggestions. Thank you for liking this article!I have the idea of ​​writing a side story, I will make up for it after a while!But because it's too harmonious, it's impossible to put Jinjiang Spicy_(:з"∠)_ Friends, you can go to my Weibo to squat... After a while, after a while, I'm building new pits recently!

Xinkeng "Fakes and Traitors" (yes... for some reason, it has been renamed _(:з"∠)_) will start serialization tomorrow (June 6th). Not fixed, if the little angels are willing to follow the article, just come and take a look every day, okay!