Earth is fragile, handle with care

It is not always easy to get back what is given away.For example, the guest room, since it was marked with Farrell, it seems to belong to Farrell like the pair of rabbit sandals.

Yi Chu didn't have much resistance to this, anyway, Farrell's three meals a day and supper were all settled at his place, and it didn't seem too exaggerated to provide an extra bed.

Farrell was not at all anxious about the matter of Thousand Crows, he was waiting for the news of the senior who was swept away by the city management to be delivered to his door within a month, and he still had full confidence in the business reputation of this senior.As long as he didn't receive a signal from Thousand Crows to leave, he wasn't in a hurry. The earth was only this big, and it was easier to catch a bird here than in the universe.

This afternoon Yi Chu was painting an oil painting as a wedding present for an old friend.

Concentrated, Yi Chu is completely immersed in the painting, unaware that the hungry beast has become impatient with the long-awaited delicious food.

"What is this? A dream wedding?" A deep and mellow voice rang in Yi Chu's ear.

Yi Chu didn't dare to turn his head back, because he could feel Farrell's breath falling on his ear, and he could almost imagine the posture of this unscrupulous and dangerous element standing behind him, leaning down and kissing him ambiguously. Whisper in the ear.

"If I remember correctly, "Dream Wedding" is a piano piece."

Farrell raised his eyebrows: "If the original French name is translated literally, 'marriage based on love' is more suitable. Do you need me to interpret it for you?"

Without waiting for Yi Chu to say anything, Farrell took out a violin from the guest room and started playing it full of narcissism.The melodious sound of the violin echoed in this small room. Rather than saying that Yi Chu was attracted by the music, it would be better to say that he was fascinated by the expression on Farrell's face at the moment.

Yi Chu grabbed the sketchbook and pencil beside him and began to draw on the paper. The man in the painting played the violin with his eyes closed, as if he was immersed in his own world. The law is disgusting.

"'Marriage based on love', I want to give it to you." Farrell put down the violin and said to Yi Chu.

The pencil in Yi Chu's hand paused slightly: "Too hasty decision."

"But I trust my instincts."

"Only undeveloped beasts trust intuition."

Farrell shrugged: "Yes, I am a beast. I only do things based on instinct and intuition. Likes and dislikes are all based on preferences. I never hide these shortcomings of myself. Maybe it's because I don't think they are shortcomings at all."

"You are... so frank enough." Yi Chu put down his sketchbook and looked at Farrell, heaving a long sigh, "I admit, you are very special. I have never seen such a unique creature like you in my life, but I I don’t know why a unique guy like you would choose me, I don’t think there is any difference between me and most people on Earth, if it’s cooking...then the chef is more suitable for you.”

"Do you want me to give you a reason that is reasonable and convincing?"

"Yes."

Farrell squatted down in front of Yi Chu, staring straight at him with brown eyes that were brighter than the stars and deeper than the sea.

"Reason? I have."

"what?"

"Because choosing you makes me feel happy, I am willing to accept your constraints, I am willing to taste the three meals you cook, and I am willing to have sex with you. This is the best reason. I followed my instinct, and it chose you. "

Yi Chu felt the dryness in his throat, almost so dry that he could not speak.

He didn't know how to respond to an extraterrestrial creature who acted entirely on his own will and ignored all objective circumstances.

Farrell stood up, picked up the violin and began to play a piece that Yi Chu had never heard before. It sounded very exotic, but it also had the power to infect people.

He felt that it must be a song that interprets love.

"What do you think it's trying to say?" Farrell asked, putting down his bow.

"Love." Yi Chu replied.

Farrell laughed. "Yes, love. You see, art has no borders, and so is love."

Yi Chu suppressed his complicated emotions and whispered: "Incurable romanticism."

Farrell put his hands in his trouser pockets and said with a smile, "That's right. But it's dinner time, my dear chef, don't forget my sweet and sour pork ribs."

—that was a creature beyond his comprehension.Yi Chu looks dejectedly at the man in the sketchbook who is in high spirits while playing the violin.

A light kiss was branded on the forehead, and Yi Chu looked at Farrell who was close at hand in astonishment, and the other party gave him a charming smile: "You can try adding more sugar, I appreciate sweet food, And a sweet romance."

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Yi Chu is drawing with a notebook and a board by the window, with a fantasy universe. Recently, he is learning how to use a drawing board, and he has made some progress. His original plan was to master computer drawing skills during the summer vacation, but because of a certain An uninvited alien visitor thwarted his schedule several times.

There was Farrell's polite knock on the door, and Yi Chu woke up from his contemplation.The sky outside the window was a bit dark, it looked like it was going to rain, it felt like evening, his estimation of the time was not accurate, he had just finished his lunch, but for some reason, he felt empty in his stomach.

"Come in." Yi Chu looked at the door and said.

Farrell opened the door, glanced at the wall clock and said, "dinnertime."

Yi Chu couldn't help frowning: "I just finished lunch."

"It's 05:30, honey."

Yi Chu was taken aback, subconsciously turned his head to look at the wall clock, and sure enough the pointer had already pointed to [-]:[-].

This is impossible.These words appeared repeatedly in Yi Chu's mind.He obviously just finished washing the dishes, so he didn't even paint a few strokes.Even if it is mind-wandering, it is impossible to last a whole afternoon.

With such doubts in mind, Yi Chu prepared dinner in a hurry, and sat at the table in a daze.

Farrell skillfully used chopsticks to fill his stomach with vegetables.

"I smelled confusion from your dinner." He said firmly, and then asked with concern, "Maybe I can help you solve this confusion?"

Yi Chu looked at him for a long time, frowned and said in a low voice, "I feel...my time seems to have been stolen."

Farrell nodded. "A wonderful start to a science fiction novel."

"I'm serious." Yi Chu's expression became more serious.

Farrell raised his eyebrows: "Go on."

"The whole afternoon, I had no idea what I was doing. My memory was of washing the dishes after lunch, and then going to paint, but then I realized that it was 05:30 and I hadn't even painted a few strokes. .How could time pass so fast?"

"Time is inherently a conceptual thing." Farrell said lightly, tasting the delicious fish soup, "It is normal for things that exist by perception to have deviations in their understanding. Oh, yes, it may also be You are in love, and people in love always feel that time flies. I really hope that you are in love with me."

"You are perfunctory to me, Farrell." Yi Chu blamed him a little angrily.

"Did I make it so obvious?" Farrell looked at Yi Chu with his chin propped up, with a mysterious expression on his face.

"I'm not that dull yet." Yi Chu's mood became more and more uneasy, "Farrell, what are you hiding?"

Farrell stood up suddenly, and said with great interest: "Well, let's do a reliable experiment. I will plant a rough bomb every 100 meters near your house, and explode one every hour. We will count the bombs separately. , you can check if your time is lost."

"...I'm pretty sure you will be taken away by the police." Yi Chu became more and more depressed because of Farrell's strange attitude, why didn't he tell him, Farrell obviously knew something.

As soon as the voice fell, Yi Chu's movements suddenly stopped, as if the video that was playing was suddenly pressed the pause button.

Farrell's eyes sharpened, and he immediately returned to his original calmness.He went back to his room to get the equipment for checking his body. Yi Chu's body data fell into an extremely slow state. His heartbeat, breathing and brain waves were like hibernating animals. No, it was different. Everything in his body Normal, just slowed down.

He seems to be pulled into a gap in time, everything around him is functioning normally, only he is forgotten.

Everything confirmed Farrell's most reluctant guesses.

Farrell returned to his seat, across a dining table, Yi Chu sat opposite him, eating at a speed imperceptible to the naked eye.He ate this dish for three hours, and Farrell watched him for three hours.

By the time he swallowed the meal, the clock had already moved towards ten o'clock at night.

"Why is the food cold?" Yi Chu asked while drinking the cold soup in bewilderment, completely unaware of his abnormality.

For the first time, Farrell had this headache, and he was the only one who gave other people headaches.He rubbed his temples and said, "Because it's already supper time."

He watched Yi Chu for three hours.He knew he was done.He has never had such patience in his life, never had this kind of undivided waiting.As he gazed at the man, he felt that his own time had also been caught in an eternal stillness.At that moment, there was infinite peace in his mind, even when he was in the spaceship looking at the endless dark universe outside the window, there was no peace like this.

love?What a strange thing.