Angel on earth

Mikhail took his hands off his shoulders and stuffed them into his bosom, and lifted him up a little, resting his chin on the vampire's shoulder like the brown bear he had punched to death.

"No. The stories you tell always end badly."

"A lot of things don't end well." Aaron hummed, watching him scribble on the foggy windowpane, and said dreamily, "In the city center of a certain city in Fuxue County, there is a statue of the Happy Prince He stands on the highest place in the city, his eyes are made of sapphires, his body is covered with gold leaves, and there is a big ruby ​​on the handle of his sword. Winter is coming, and a swallow misses the It was time to migrate with my companions, and I decided to rest under the statue for a night, and then set off for the warm holy spring island."

"Sanchun Island is too hot." Mikhail said, "It's hot and humid, there are many mosquitoes, and there is miasma in the depths. In fact, we can go to the White Snow Plateau, where the four countries meet, and there are not many people living there. There is a nation called Urube, literally translated into Sinai as 'Little Bear Mulu', they are good at growing flowers, because they need a lot of good honey. The flowers and honey of the Principality of White are very famous."

"Okay. When we reveal our identity in Yaranburg, we will go to the Snowy Plateau!—Where did I say? Ah, the next day, the swallow walked around the city, went back to the statue, and said goodbye to the prince: "Goodbye, Happy Prince, I'm going to the warm holy spring island, see you next year!" The prince said: "Please wait a moment, stay with me one more night, little swallow. Help me peck the ruby ​​off the sword , sent to a poor woman two streets away. Her daughter had a high fever, cold and hungry, but she hadn’t finished embroidering flowers on her clothes, and she had no money to buy food and firewood, so she had to cool her child with snow forehead.” The little swallow said: “You are such a kind prince!” So ​​she quietly put the prince’s ruby ​​on the table of the poor woman.

"After one night, the little swallow said again: 'I'm leaving, Happy Prince, I'm going to the warm holy spring island, see you next year!' The prince said: 'Stay with me one more night, little swallow. The hut In the attic, there is a poet who is writing a beautiful poem, but he can’t buy firewood, his hands are numb, and the ink is frozen. Please give him my left eye.’ The little swallow said: "You can't do that, that's your eye!" said the prince, "I'm still me without my eyes, but if you don't help her, you won't love me." So the little swallow pecked off his left eye , to the poet."

"I don't like this story." Mikhail said sullenly. "The Happy Prince is a statue. He can't move or talk to people. His kindness can save some people, but when he loses all his gems and gold , he is worthless, and the swallow will die for his kindness. Kindness without power is too fragile, and I still don’t regret beheading that tyrant.”

"It is very good that you are not a statue. And I am not the swallow!" said Aaron cheerfully. "You are right, Mishenka. The Happy Prince, after losing all his gold and jewels, was willing to let the swallow go at last. He said: "Little Swallow, you should go, go to the warm holy spring island!" But at that time it was snowing heavily, Swallow hadn't eaten for a long time, he was cold and hungry, exhausted his last bit of strength He flew to the prince's shoulder and said, "Next year, next year. This year, I will accompany you through this winter." Then he fell and fell to his death at the feet of the statue. The next day the mayor and councilors were amazed How could this statue of a prince be so ugly and gray and bare? So they toppled the Happy Prince and cast him into a new statue. But the blacksmith found that the lead heart was broken in two, but It couldn't be melted anyway, so it had to be thrown into the garbage dump. The swallow was lying in the garbage dump, with the broken heart."

Mikhail let out an unhappy groan: "You Norrens call this kind of story a fairy tale? Isabella wouldn't use this kind of story to teach me how to be a man."

Aaron laughed and threw his arms around his neck and said, "You're so cute, Mishenka! Leave me your jewels and eyes, okay? We're going to do bad things, and one day we're going to hell Now, you have to pretend to repent, and then secretly fish me into heaven."

"Then why not make a paradise yourself?" Mikhail said naively but seriously, "I still have a lot of time to do this."

Aaron said happily: "You're almost 19!"

Mikhail snorted twice and said, "Let's go home."

On the narrow window pane of the carriage, a rather delicate decorative pattern has been painted.The light from the gas lamps on the side of the road shines brightly through the lines of flowers and leaves, and it has a somewhat sunny texture.

Aaron loves the word, "come home".In every language its every tone, its every letter was perfect, perhaps not to the same degree as Mikhail, but because that was the hut where he and Mikhail hid, it was perfect.When Mikhail uttered this phrase, his soft lips opened slightly, and warm and humid air flowed from his mouth. No wonder the rabbis explained the words of God the Father that sinners can drink the water of life in the Sun God’s Code .

The carriage slowly drove into the gate of No. 66 Youyi Street.Mikhail got Aaron out of the car, trotted into the house, and whistled. It was like a sun rising slowly, and the whole house became hot; Cool to 39 degrees.Aaron kicked off his shoes at the door and went into the bathroom in cotton slippers, while Mikhail went out to lead the horse into the stable.

Ten minutes later, Mikhail put the heated bathrobe on the door of the bathroom. Aaron stretched out a hand from behind the door, and while covering himself with a white nightgown, he said:

"Take off your clothes, Mishenka."

Mikhail took off his shirt and trousers obediently, and Aaron complained in the crack of the door out of some mentality, "You used to go into the bathroom by yourself when you were in Chalek, why are you still shy with me now?" ?”

Mikhail glanced back at him quickly, and took off the rest of his clothes.Aaron raised his eyebrows, opened the door and let him in.Mikhail couldn't help staring at him, because Aaron seldom wore white, the black and gray made his face look pale, but the white made his short, stiff gray-black hair look weird.White didn't suit him, but during this time Mikhail discovered that he actually liked the color.He had a subtle hunch that perhaps Aaron had dreamed of becoming a clergyman as a child.Aaron was tall enough, with soft and slightly curly brown hair, gentle and pure green eyes, clean and soft cheeks, and full and soft buttocks, all of them were suitable for white robes, and the loosest style would be well stretched.

Mikhail was thinking wildly there, and almost stepped on the air and fell into the bathtub.Aaron grabbed him and asked, "What are you thinking, Mishenka?"

Mikhail said honestly: "Can you wear this suit with me...that's, uh."

"Be clear. Don't be shy, Mishenka. You have to do everything. What's the big deal about talking?"

Mikhail didn't blush at all. He walked down the steps and raised his head towards the shore. His two blue-purple eyes without pupils were as pure as the most distant starry sky:

"I want you to have sex with me in this dress."

He spoke clearly and his voice was so clear that Aaron froze for a moment, turned his head away, and muttered:

"Take a bath first. The smell in Larson's house is too bad."

Mikhail closed his eyes and let the warm water pour down from the top of his head.Although he knew that Mikhail had a special physique, Aaron was still reluctant to damage his hair, so he had always had black hair during this period and did not dye it repeatedly.The black color makes Mikhail look very oppressive. Aaron is always afraid to look at his face, but he can't help but get close to him, and he is always messed up in the end.

The medicated soap smelled odd, but only because it was too strong.There was always a faint smell of medicine on Aaron's body, and it became more obvious recently. Mikhail knew that he always wrapped ointment and gauze in his underwear in the morning, trying to get rid of some old scars.Mikhail wanted to tell him that it was okay, that it was okay to have scars, that it didn't affect anything, but he couldn't say anything.

The boy raised his head to make it easier for the other party to wash off the foam, and said:

"This bathroom looks like it was used for baptisms."

"Because our family was responsible for the water supply and drainage system of the church, and we designed and improved the bathing facilities." Aaron buried the tip of his nose into his wet hair and sniffed gently.

Mikhail shrank his shoulders, not quite sure what he meant, but Aaron slowly stroked his shoulders, arms, and the muscles on his chest and back.

"What are you looking at..." Mikhail rubbed the tip of his nose in embarrassment, thankfully the bathroom was dimly lit, and there were flower petals and foam floating on the water.He didn't even know what he was excited about.

"You are so beautiful, Mishenka." Aaron gently hooked his arm and brought him up two steps. His lower body was just submerged in the water, but he hugged him behind his back cunningly, and put his right hand into the water Li caught him, his cold chest pressed against his muscular back, "The bone density is high, the joints are in good condition, the muscles are less thin and more ugly, the skin has no blemishes, and even the bones of the hands are perfect... One day you will be defeated in battle, and the remaining skeleton will be younger and more beautiful than any living person in the world. Even the blood flowing in your veins is good, and only I, a vampire, can drink the spring of life in the Garden of Eden, which is too wasteful."

Mikhail couldn't help raising his chin and moaning coquettishly.Not helpless, the best saints can endure the most intense pains and temptations in the world, but patience should not be required in the bathroom at home.Aaron knelt behind him, with his chin and cheek against him, licking his neck back and forth with the tip of his tongue, like smearing alcohol on the skin above the blood vessels before an injection to draw blood, greedy like a real vampire.

The author says:

What is the next chapter, just go directly to the concave 3, it's not me, I understand myself!The ancient journalists changed their careers, and they will disappear in the future (