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As long as the needle is pulled out and the cross knot is carefully tied on the back of the fabric, he has already sewed the wedding dress for the person he loves the most.

The luxurious and fine orthodox black velveteen fabric will have soft and subtle luster changes under peaceful sunlight, which can just show the elegant and restrained aristocratic temperament of the wearer.And the soft touch, good elasticity, and the characteristics of not easy to wrinkle can make him not tired of the costumes when he is busy dealing with guests and friends from all over the world.

As for the bow tie...it's better to choose navy blue, which can not only create a subtle contrast with the color of the dress, but also contrast the owner's pair of clear blue eyes that seem to hold the entire ocean...

Is there anything else he hasn't thought through?I can't seem to remember anything anymore.

He gazing at the luxurious wedding dress on the hanger, unaware that under his drooping eyelashes, there was a deep blue and quiet winter sea.

They are clearly so alike.

"There is an old saying in China, 'clothes are not as good as new people'. In my opinion, the saddest thing in the world is that old people wear new clothes and marry as other people's wives."

His Chinese friends had said this to him long ago, half-jokingly.Although the person he loves most is not to marry but to marry, and the marriage of a man and a woman changes the gender position, the sadness in it has not diminished in the slightest.

Thinking of this, his hand trembled, and the sharp needle pierced his finger, and the blood dripped on the white interlining at his feet, like rubies inlaid on the snow.

"Cazzo! (MD)" cursed in a low voice, he was going to suck the bleeding index finger habitually, but suddenly his wrist tightened, and someone pulled him over.

"let me see!"

He raised his head in surprise and looked at his elder brother in front of him.In the huge room, only a light on the workbench was dimly lit, and in the depths of the eyes staring at him, there seemed to be the light from the falling stars.

"It's okay, it's just a prick." He withdrew his hand indiscriminately, pulling a faint smile.

"How can I do that!" In the next second, the wrist was pulled back again.The familiar hand grabbed his wrist again, pressed him firmly on his shoulder with a little force, and led him into the bathroom, "Wash it first, I'm helping you with the medicine. This hand is the artist's." hands..."

Genius, descendant of a famous family, playboy, artist... Such glorious titles are mentioned by people from time to time, but only from this population, it is not ironic.

The clear water in the washbasin was smudged a little bright red, and the palms of the two underwater hands were pressed against the backs of the hands, and the fingers were intertwined.

The faint scent of sandalwood on the man made him a little dizzy, presumably because he was too close.

The rushing water flowed non-stop, resounding in the heavy and solemn atmosphere, depressing.

"Harvey, do you think this scene is a bit similar to when we first met ten years ago?"

The airflow spit out by the man behind him was warm, scratching the pinnae of his ear a little itchy.

With a smile, he said slowly, "Yeah, when I saw you for the first time ten years ago, I was the one who cut my finger with scissors and wanted to lick it, but you suddenly rushed out to stop me and take me away." Go clean and sanitize..."

After a pause, he continued: "At that time, I didn't even know that you were Stefano Nichols... let alone that you were my... brother."

The memories he said with a smile were in a teasing tone, but there was a touch of sadness in his blue eyes.

"..."

The man behind him didn't speak. With unknown fatigue, he leaned his head forward a little, taking advantage of the not too much difference in height between them, and rested his chin on his shoulders.

In the eyes of the world, he is a rebellious and talented vagabond, a young designer who has won numerous design awards, and the heir of Nichols' distinguished lineage... Although he smiled at all kinds of praises without exception, he actually did not treat anyone Put it in your eyes.

The world is hot and cold, and he has already seen through everything.Ten years ago, if his elder brother Stefano Nichols hadn't appeared by his side, then everything he had would have been nothing more than the talk they used for entertainment after dinner.

The child of Nichols' previous head and his mistress has been dependent on his mother since he was a child.The historic luxury manor on the outskirts of the city was a forbidden area that he could never set foot in. When he was being bullied by his peers, he couldn't justly shout out "I also have a father! My father is Mr. Nichols!"

At that time, he didn't have the arrogance and contempt he is now, he didn't have the fake smile under the spotlight, and he didn't have the perfect and almost illusory strength in every aspect of his current reputation... He had nothing, except for his mother who was a fashion magazine editor. The keen aesthetic talent for clothing inherited there.

The mother is a strong and stubborn woman, and she never refused to beg for mercy from the Nichols family after giving birth to him.She raised him on her own, and keenly recognized his talents, and worked hard all day to give him the best education possible.Finally, when he began to emerge in the fashion industry, he died after working hard.

He lost his only family member and fell into depression, but the father he almost never met suddenly appeared in front of him.He told him that he would make up for what he owed their mother and son in the past, and gave him the surname of Nichols, and funded him to continue his design creation.

His father's funding gave him the most powerful support. He worked hard in the studio every day, and never even asked why he couldn't live at home now that he had recognized his ancestors.

That year, his debut show at Milan Fashion Week achieved unprecedented success, but the media interview brought the sad news that his father died of illness in the Central Hospital last night.

The spotlights flickered together, and his handsome face, which was still too immature at that time, appeared in the camera, full of sad expressions.

Then he returned to the backstage in a daze, and heard people whispering among the noisy voices——

"What a talented designer, that kid is just a beautiful sign cultivated by the Nichols family to enter the fashion industry..."

"Old Nichols had countless romantic debts in his life, why did he recognize him alone? Isn't it because this child is as beautiful as his dead mistress..."

"It's disgusting, what a genius! I think those designs may have been paid for by someone else's idea? It's just for the reputation of the Nichols family..."

"Such a person is not worthy of being called a designer at all. Without the support of Nichols, he will die in less than two years..."

……

Almost every slur carries the surname "Nichols".The father who once gave him a short-term sense of belonging was only for such a purpose? !

Backstage at the end of the fashion show, every staff member was in a hurry, and his eyes glanced at the garments that he made by himself not long ago, which brought him great glory not long ago. There was a deeper and more complex emotion than despair in his eyes .

"It turned out that no one really needed me... Then, such a thing... What's the point of these clothes?!"

In the hopeless despair, he actually laughed out loud.He took the scissors at the side and frantically waved them, and the luxurious clothes on the hanger turned into pieces of rags in an instant.

Desperate to vent, I don't know when the scissors cut his finger.

The feeling of pain and bleeding brought him back to his senses, but he just put the injured finger to his lips nonchalantly.

"It's not good, it's unhygienic."

In the empty backstage, a steady baritone echoed with concern.

The tall and straight figure cast by the light of the dressing table made him narrow his eyes slightly.

There was an inexplicable kindness in the silent silence, and his desolate look made him very pitiful, just like that, the heart of the man who held him was frozen for an instant.

After taking him to the bathroom to clean the wound carefully, this strange man who was about his own age just opened his mouth to reveal his identity.

"Harvey, I'm your brother Stefano... you and I are the same father's son no matter what... I'm here to take you home."

As if someone had hit the tip of his heart with a stick, he raised his head sharply to look at the other party

Regardless of the doubts in his expression, the man took out a handkerchief and bandaged his fingers for him, and said indifferently, "I saw your design in the audience today, and I was really overwhelmed by your talent. So , you can't let your fingers get hurt, because this is the artist's hand..."

"..."

He pursed his lips tightly and refused to respond, only the music that reminded the end of the show sounded in the empty space.

As the elder brother, Stefano didn't care, and continued on his own, "...No. It's not like the rumors you heard. Although my father has passed away, there is no way to verify his thoughts, but at least as an elder brother, I I didn't think about it that way... I couldn't make the decision before, and my opinions couldn't influence the decisions within the family, but now I have the ability to give you an affirmative answer... I want you to live with me."

I want you to live with me...

When these words sounded in the memory, my mood was more surging and complicated than ever.

The hands that were holding each other gradually pulled out from the bottom of the water, Harvey raised his hand to turn off the faucet, and turned to look at the man behind him.

"What's the use of talking about the past now? From tomorrow onwards, you'll have a beautiful wife, and there will never be a place for me in your life..."

"Why do you think this way? You are different from Xia Luo...From the day I recognized you by my side, I never thought of letting you go..." The tone of the man's mouth was unquestionable, "In fact, no one can replace you in my heart."

"Is there no one?" Smiling nonchalantly, Harvey raised his eyes to look at him, "But no matter what, there can be no result between me and you. Because the relationship between us has been fixed from the beginning In the title of 'brother'. There will be no possibility of any change..."

With that, he turned sideways, trying to free himself from the shackles of Stefano's arms.

"Wait a moment!"

The arm was pulled again with great strength, and his unprepared body leaned forward due to inertia, and looked back at his brother in surprise.

I saw the other party frowned slightly, and then relaxed, "I still have something to say."

He rarely has such a gaffe expression, even if it is only for a short moment.

"Okay, I'm listening... what are you going to say?" After a few seconds of silence, Harvey asked back with a casual smile, his tone of voice seemed extremely casual.

Not caring about his attitude, Stefano just stared deeply into his eyes, "Harvey, about the 'Lucia' ruby... I buried the largest three of them under the laurel tree in the yard where we confessed our love to each other... "

"Boom—" the heart suddenly dropped, and Harvey's pupils widened in an instant.

As a member of the Nichols family, he would not be ignorant of the meaning of the 'Lucia' ruby.

From small to large, the seven gems represent honor, courage, wisdom, cooperation, protection, love and eternity.

He didn't expect Stefano to bury the last three gemstones under the laurel tree.And laurel is endowed with the beautiful meaning of "dreams come true"...

Such a crazy and romantic move is something that Stefano, who is known for his rigor on weekdays, disdains and is the least likely to do.But now that he actually did this, does it mean that there is no other way to commemorate their love?

Yes, they are blood brothers.He is well aware of the pressure on his elder brother.In order to keep the family line alive, he must choose between himself and a woman.

He also felt the pain of being forced to hurt the one he loved, which was doubled.

This taboo relationship between brothers is the original sin engraved in their bones and blood by God, arranging them to grow up in their respective fields, and then meet at the most turbulent moment of fate.Along the way, the feelings they developed in the process of supporting and accompanying each other have gone far beyond the scope of "brotherhood".

I still remember what Stefano said to him the night before he decided to get married-"Harvey, I am willing to accept the conditions of the elders in the family to get married and have children. Only in this way can you do what you like as you like."

After the man finished speaking calmly, calmly, and calmly, he smiled slightly and took his hand.

The deep facial lines full of aristocratic temperament are unexpectedly gentle and soft.

There is no doubt that he is willing to accept such a cruel reality for the one he loves.

None of them are free.

Every human being is born with the cross of fate on his body.

Stefano's choice made him dissatisfied, even resentful, but he couldn't let go of the other party to live his future life peacefully...

Suddenly a kind of sourness welled up in his heart, he raised his eyes and saw the true forbearance in the other party's eyes.

They stared at each other quietly for a few seconds.

He suddenly found that the man in front of him seemed not as strong as he had imagined. He worked hard to support the affairs of the entire family group and was under so much pressure. No one supported him from the bottom of his heart. There would always be a day when he would be crushed...

This kind of cognition made him terrified. He couldn't restrain his desire to touch the other person, and he stretched out his fingertips tremblingly.

The hand was clenched before it touched the face that was close at hand.

Without a word Stefano pulled his hand over and pressed it to his left chest.

The powerful and intense heartbeat in the chest has never changed.

"Harvey, don't leave, will you?" In a tone of uneasiness bordering on dependence.

Under the light, the blue eyes flashed a sparkling blue, and he slowly closed them.

"Well, I promise you." He heard the voice deep in his soul, it was very soft, but it had firmness that transcended everything.

Quite naturally, he was answered with a kiss.From the intense eagerness at the beginning to the gentleness and lingering later, it is all the intimate intimacy they are familiar with.

I thought there would be no more kisses like this...

In the gap between the glued lips, he sighed lowly, stretched out his hand to brush the golden hair on the man's forehead, and smiled at him, "Hold me...brother..."

A deep fire flashed in Stefano's eyes, and the next second, he was carried to the sink.

Seeing the man in front of him easily unbutton his clothes, his slender and powerful body pressed down on him.

He leaned back, and then felt a strong arm reach out and wrap around his waist.The shackles on his body were all stripped off in a blink of an eye, and the other party habitually lifted one of his long legs and placed it on his shoulder.

Then came another round of desperate kisses.When the delicate kiss slipped from the collarbone to the lower abdomen, he had to bite his lower lip to suppress the moan from leaking out of his throat...

The face-to-face posture can clearly see every emotional expression of the other party. The elegant sandalwood scent of Stefano lingers between the two tightly knit bodies, which is the best aphrodisiac.

"Will it hurt?"

The feeling of being completely embraced by the familiar warmth made the man almost lose control, but he still paused in consideration, lowered his head and kissed Harvey's lips that overflowed with intermittent gasps.

The flushed man below him tried his best to adjust his breathing, shook his head and did not answer, but wrapped his legs around his waist.

Such pain, such happiness, only he can afford it.

The radiant genius in front of the world is only willing to dedicate his body and mind when facing him.

Stefano took a deep breath, hugged his narrow waist, and pushed himself deep into his body time and time again on the not-so-spacious sink.

The feelings that were deliberately buried were broken because of such a hearty sex.

They obviously possess each other in this most primitive and direct way, but they still never feel enough.

What I have given you is not enough, not good enough, not enough to enrich your entire life.

So, until then, can I ask you to stay with me?

Love is a selfish emotion.While we love someone, we always hope to minimize the damage caused by this "selfishness" to others.

But it would be great if it could be fulfilled.

Love and hate depend on each other, but love is only one stroke more than hate.

This night, when the brothers sharing the feast and the guests in a room on the second floor were tossing and falling for love, a certain person was destined to taste the cruelest kind of love in the world alone - asking for nothing.

Therefore, we set up suspicious formations and cleverly set up scheming.The original purpose was just to get back the three rubies buried under the tree, silently declaring their ownership.

But because he overheard another conversation between Harvey and the guest, he was temporarily upset and angered irrelevant people.This violated the original sin, and laid the foreshadowing of the fate of being expelled from the paradise by God...