Don't talk nonsense, turn around and take the blame [Quick Transmigration]

An Luo felt like he had a dream.

In the dream, he seemed to have everything.

Gala feathers everywhere, congratulatory words, relatives, teachers, and friends.

And... Cohen.

After waking up from a big dream, my thoughts are still clinging to those harsh and lonely memories, bringing out a kind of dead silence before twilight and dawn.

Obviously, everyone was saying all kinds of similar blessings, but the bustle in front of them was irregular and chaotic... as if it had nothing to do with him.

"What are you thinking, young master? You're so engrossed." The housekeeper put a bunch of garland feathers that had been picked off not long ago, and where the bottom of the petals were connected to the torus, there were still a few taels of dew in the vase, and carefully placed them one by one. Turning the vase and fiddling with the direction, he looked up at An Luo after everything was ready.

"It's very noisy downstairs. Except for Ogg...cough, people from other big families are here. I heard that His Highness the Queen and His Highness the Crown Prince will be here soon."

"The general is afraid of disturbing you, and the children are afraid of offending the royal family if they are reckless, so they have ordered them not to come upstairs." The housekeeper saw An Luo's expression was slightly cold, and there was something that he hadn't seen for a long time. Seeing him in a daze, he put away his desire to leave him alone, and always felt that...if he was left alone, something would happen.

"Lieutenant Colonel Bennett and the first execution unit are guarding the door. Master, you can tell them or me what you want to do."

"Il, where's Cohen?" An Luo lowered his eyes, resting his fingers on the window sill, the not-so-bright sunlight shone through the star stone lamp on the side, and shone on his hand, and the clear and blurry light scattered all over the place. hand.

An Luo quickly withdrew his hand, as if being scalded by something.

His pupils suddenly dilated.

In the field of garland feathers under the window sill, Cohen looked up at him.

Through a layer of glass, the eyes of the two suddenly met.

"It should be downstairs, do you need me to help you find the general?" the butler said respectfully.

No, I... saw it.

An Luo thought to himself.

"It's okay, the communicator has been beeping several times, you can go to work." An Luo stretched out a finger and tapped on his wrist, signaling to the housekeeper that many people were urging him.

When An Luo raised his head after saying this, Jialan Yuhuatian still looked the same, but there was no sign of Cohen downstairs.

It was like having another dream.

An Luo felt his head ache.

There was a rustling sound at the door, from far to near, An Luo frowned slightly.

At the beginning, this house was built in a remote area, and it was specially used by Normand for recuperation, so it was made of cypress wood, which was different from ordinary corridors, and the sound of walking was swayed back and forth by the beams, so no movement could be hidden.

The butler clearly said that no one else is allowed to come upstairs, why not only some people came up, but they were still running?

An Luo felt that he dared to be so presumptuous in this place, except for the little prince Terry of the Normand family, he couldn't find another one.

Could it be Cohen?

Thinking of Bennett and the others guarding outside, An Luo was afraid that they would frighten Terry, and that Terry might frighten them, so he hurried to the door.

But before he reached the door, he heard a voice, "Admiral, is there an interstellar pirate or Fei Yu chasing after him, what are you doing in such a hurry?"

"The alert is lifted! Lift it! Let me put down the bazooka on the third floor over there! I will fall apart after that bombardment!"

"No, hey! General, is it possible for the major general to escape marriage or something, why are you running away!"

"Isn't the admiral's posture trying to fight?!"

……

An Luo's hand on the doorknob froze, and the half-pressed handle lifted up at an extremely slow speed.

Very cowardly.

But without giving him a chance to buffer, the door was opened without warning.

He knew that Cohen would come, but he didn't know that Cohen would come so quickly, so this "without warning" didn't add a little water.

The two stood facing each other as if they were facing each other, and a group of soldiers watching the excitement under the guise of "persuading the fight and supporting the officer" surrounded the door. Confrontation, clear outline.

Moreover, it was obviously Cohen who dropped a hand at the beginning.

At least An Luo pretended to be calm.

"If you don't want to adjust the training during the rest period, go as far as you can." Cohen passed An Luo, took a step forward and leaned over, with one hand on the door to block everyone's sight, frowning, and said coldly: " Or do you want to accompany Eddie to Xinghai to build a new laboratory base?"

Before Cohen finished speaking, the moving head disappeared completely.

An Luo: ...

With a "click", the deadbolt fell into the hole, and Cohen did not turn around, but gently closed the door.

An Luo's heart clicked.

Compared with the noise made by running, this sound was a little too cautious.

"Is it boring to be alone?" Cohen turned around slowly, "Do you want to go down for a walk?"

His breathing was still a little unsteady, and he could faintly hear a slight panting. An Luo shook his head, and said carefully, "There are too many people, it's a bit noisy."

To be honest, even though Cohen was already standing in front of him, he still couldn't get rid of the vague uneasiness.

"Then Terry came to accompany you?" Cohen led An Luo towards the sofa, "I have been calling all the way since morning, saying that I want to come to you."

An Luo lowered his eyes, and his eyes were all on the hands held by the two. The temperature belonging to Cohen burned from the palm of his hand all the way to his heart, and he didn't even hear what Cohen was saying.

It seems... lean, lean too close.

"Huh?" Cohen didn't hear the answer, so he stopped and turned around.

An Luo carefully controlled the distance, stopped two steps away from him, felt an almost scorching gaze, and then slowly raised his head.

"Huh?" An Luo was a little dazed.

After a long time, An Luo heard a sigh, very light and very close, as if it would be washed out by the light-colored sky in the next second.

In the next second, An Luo was held in Cohen's arms.

The breath was very familiar and strange, as if this body had long been used to it, but he brought out a very shallow but unskippable sense of dislocation.

Cohen's heart was beating fast, and so was his own.

An Luo can't quite remember what clothes he and Cohen were wearing when they "married" for the first time. Like coming back from the base, it was formal and dull, without the slightest special meaning.

It looks exactly like Cohen in memory.

But today, this black obsidian gold thread embroidered wedding dress, tall and straight, should be the color of dusk, but it has dissipated the indifferent and alienated atmosphere by nine points. people scattered.

"What are you doing running so fast?" An Luo subconsciously said, the intimacy and trust coming from his bones startled him.

Cohen was taken aback by the question, and the hands on An Luo's neck froze for a moment.

Hugged even tighter.

He didn't know why, there was only one thought in his mind at that time.

I'm going to see him.

I thought so, so I did it, and I didn't even know where the impulse came from.

"Because I want to see you." Cohen said hoarsely, and finally said it.

He had always thought that those sweet words that were similar to love words would never appear on him.

There is nothing different from person to person, just like it would not be given to An Luo, nor would it be given to anyone, an almost absurd confidence, but he firmly believed in it.

But now, it's easy to say it, even if he thinks it's not love.

He wanted to see him, wanted to, he wanted to, so he did it, he said it,

Strict and cautious logical line, reasonable and reasonable.

An Luo's heart was beating like a drum, but he was stuffy in Cohen's arms. He just said softly, "I can't run."

For some reason, when he really saw this person and was hugged in his arms, his hanging heart fell to the ground instead.

Although this process has a series of ups and downs, it is a bit bumpy.

"I'm going to be out of breath." An Luo waved his hand, and Cohen let it go.

An Luo lowered his head to straighten his wrinkled cuffs, only to hear "I'm sorry".

"I'm sorry...what?" An Luo frowned.

"A lot." Cohen stood up straight, like a sharp knife with a cold light out of its sheath.

An Luo knew that was his usual appearance and state, but there seemed to be something extra.

"A lot." Cohen locked his eyes on An Luo, "Everything that makes you unhappy."

Whether it's me or not.

Obviously what he said was very unreasonable, but he used a "natural" and extremely solemn tone, which made An Luo inexplicably a little funny.

"It's all yours?" An Luo raised his eyebrows slightly.

"Ah."

An Luo chuckled.

"I don't know what to say, and I don't know if you believe it or not." An Luo paused for a moment before continuing, "Actually, I feel like I had a dream. There are many things, including Fei Yu, the awakening of genes, weddings, including... ...You, I can clearly know that these things exist and happened to me, but there seems to be something missing."

"If you want to ask me what is missing, I can't tell, it's just a little... unreal."

An Luo was a little apprehensive, and dodged to avoid Cohen's sight.

His speech was incoherent and vague, and even he didn't know what he wanted to express, but he felt strangely that Cohen would understand.

I don't know whether it is confidence in myself or confidence in Cohen.

An Luo didn't wait for Cohen's answer, but waited for a kiss.

It's very shallow, just a light touch on the lips, as soon as it touches the point, from the perspective of legal couples who are about to enter the marriage hall, it's so simple that it's outrageous.

"Now, isn't it real?" Cohen leaned over An Luo's forehead, the corners of his mouth slowly raised, "If it's not real, kiss again."

An Luo closed his eyes, his heart froze, he grabbed Cohen's collar, and raised his head slightly.

"It's fine now." An Luo pretended to be calm.

After the kiss was over, the sense of shame flooded over like it had been buffered, and An Luo's hands holding the collar trembled a little.

It's a pity that An Luo is fine, and Cohen feels that the whole person is not well.

He endured it and endured it, feeling that he should not be impulsive or continue, after all he would get married later.

But looking at it from his point of view, it just happened to be the tip of An Luo's blushing ears. Coupled with the close proximity of the two, the visual ambiguity and entanglement, Cohen felt that he had reached his limit.

Calm down?Proud of self-control?

Go fuck yourself and keep your cool.

Cohen pinched An Luo's chin, protected his head and pushed him onto the sofa, wrapped him in his arms in an extremely forceful posture, leaned over and kissed him hard.

He knew exactly what An Luo's "unreal" meant, because he was the same.

Everything that happened in front of me actually existed, and even some minor details could be traced, but it might be because it was too concrete, but lost the truth.

Among these iron-gray silhouettes, the only thing that stands out is the person in his arms.

"Cohen."

As lips and teeth rubbed together, An Luo softly called Cohen's name.

"Ah."

"I like you." An Luo turned his head away, put his hands around Cohen's neck, and muffled his voice for a long time, a little timidly, so the end of his voice trembled, "I've loved you for a long time."

"..."

"Yeah." Cohen raised An Luo's face gently, smiled suddenly, pressed his forehead together, and said softly, "I see."

Yes, I understand".

Not "I know".

He had always thought that An Luo was actually the same as himself, because that promise was not a promise, so he became a partner in name, just keep a distance and get what you need.

Because he never approached him, he whitewashed his mistakes without any sense of guilt, leaving him alone in those bloody rumors.

The heart was filled with the word "An Luo", and it was clenched tightly until it could shed blood.

It hurts, it hurts.

But Cohen knew that this was what he deserved, so he had to bear it.

Cohen took a deep breath, hugged An Luo and straightened up. After An Luo sat on the sofa chair, he moved slowly, bent down little by little, and knelt on one knee.

Cohen has never knelt before anyone, not even His Majesty and grandfather.His back was straight, and his spine stretched into a neat straight line, like a bow and arrow fired with full strength.

"I was supposed to put a ring on you at the wedding, but it was too long." Cohen took the ring smelted from his medal out of his pocket, held it up halfway, and put his right hand on his heart, saying every word Said: "I swear by the name of Cohen Normand, to dedicate all my life and glory to Anlo Ogyate, life and death."

"Are you... willing?" Cohen's voice suddenly dropped, with obvious caution.

An Luo never knew that Cohen, who was like an ice edge, would be so... hot, like a torch in the dark night.

It was as if he had become the only torch in his life more than ten years ago, the same as before.

An Luo slowly stretched out his hand, raised his lips, and smiled.

All life and glory, how heavy that is.

But since he gave it, he had to keep it well.

That wedding was the grandest yet simplest wedding that the people of the entire empire had witnessed.

Because when the rookie came out, the ring was already on his finger.