Angel on earth

Mikhail grunted, like some kind of bubbling sound, but Aaron could still tell: Noren's food itself was more unhealthy than mealtime.He turned around, slapped Mikhail's face with both hands, sighed, and said sympathetically, "You're right, Misha. It's a good thing you can cook, but I can't taste it." !"

"The logic doesn't make sense." Mikhail closed the shutters, lifted the lid of the pot, and threw the baked bread into it, "If only you could taste the taste, I'm going to bake you an apple pie and fill it with Yogurt."

Aaron laughed: "Sounds like a federal person. But it's much better now. When I was in the federation, it was a nightmare when the autumn smelled of babies being born and rotting corpses. Oh, Mikhail, good Misha, what logic do you expect from me when we stay together?"

Mikhail bypassed the sword-leaf Lycoris placed against the wall on the dining table, leaned his head over to beg for a kiss, sat down at the table, folded his hands and prayed before the meal.Aaron made a cup of scented tea with the iris that always bloomed on their roof, jumped up on the chair lightly, and sat down opposite him.

Aaron likes to watch Mikhail eat.When he was in Potosi, 16-year-old Mikhail would sit upright, use a knife and fork gracefully, and would not frown when he encountered food he didn’t like; if he found it delicious, he would smile happily, but not Asked for a second one, but when she looked at him out of courtesy, the stars in her light blue-purple eyes danced.When he was in Yaranburg, Mikhail learned to pick out the raw onions and egg yolks in the salad. He once used apple cheese pie as a dessert at noon for four consecutive days, and replaced it with pure apple filling on the fifth day. Added some cinnamon from Aaron's medicinal herbs, anyway, Jeanne is happy to eat as long as there is some.Now, the 21-year-old Mikhail still has the immature face of a teenager, scooping up vegetables and pieces of meat in the pot with a spoon, and eating bread with the broth.Aaron vaguely remembered that he did this when he was a child, and was beaten by the etiquette teacher after learning about it.

Under the slowly flickering yellow candlelight, Mikhail closed his eyes and chewed the food contentedly. The vegetables thrown in a few minutes ago made a crisp sound between his teeth; The rolling range is wider; when eating white bread full of soup, his mouth will open a little wider, and if the soup drips unfortunately, he will stick his chin forward nimbly, and when he catches it, he will show something. It was a kind of childish complacency, probably as complacent as Aaron was when he peeled off the grape skins and sewed them back together.His short snow-white slightly curly hair was a little wet, a young and healthy blush on his cheeks spread to his upturned nose, and a drop of broth was stained on his face.Aaron watched him eat dinner seriously while not forgetting the medicine in the casserole.Seeing Mikhail like this, the most unfortunate person in the world would either be moved by great happiness, or immediately commit suicide.

Thankfully, after drinking too much of Mikhail's blood, Aaron's sense of smell and taste evolved.That is to say, he can no longer taste or smell food as corpses, but only perceive their "concepts", and the world is quiet.At this moment, the smells of potatoes, carrots, beef, beans, ginger, and onions in the room are intertwined with the smells of alcohol, scutellaria, vitex, and "Red Micah", making it messy and warm.He took a deep breath, as if this would allow him to share dinner with Mikhail.

After Mikhail finished eating, he put the cast iron pot aside and washed it tomorrow morning. Aaron had already poured the medicinal soup and fruit wine for him.He made the wine himself from many kinds of fruit, and Aaron distilled it a few times to make it more to his taste.Mikhail once secretly drank the alcohol he used to extract the willow bark. After drinking it, he learned that it was used to smear his joints. He felt guilty and pitiful and leaned over to lick his finger, saying that it could still be used. Throwing it away, I was sad for a long time.And Aaron had no way to tell him the truth, so he had to let him feel sad.

Sometimes out of professional instinct, Aaron would be curious, since Mikhail is not drunk, can alcohol really work on him?So is high alcohol really that different to him?More often, he would pour another cup for Mikhail, and then the two of them would wash and go to bed.

Wakefield is cold all year round, and a stove is burned in the house, but for health reasons, Aaron still leaves ventilation holes.Therefore, before going to bed every night, he needed Mikhail, the patient, to lie down in bed first, and then go in by himself after a while.He would be a little sad at this time. If he had a better body and a healthier soul, maybe they could squeeze together more honestly. It must be very warm, how delicate and soft Mikhail's skin is!

It was raining tonight, so Mikhail lit the lamp for him, and he got into Mikhail's arms with the book in his hands, and put aside the key and the framed picture with the blank Minor Arcana card, Finding a comfortable position, he leaned on the other person and flipped through the neatly marked Gospel of Calvin.Mikhail listened to the rustling of rain, the sound of pens, and the sound of pages turning. The hands under the quilt gently rubbed Aaron’s knees. Aaron would warm his hands on him before writing.He rested his chin on Aaron's shoulder, as if watching with Aaron.

Pretty much the same in fact.Now and then Aaron would drag out a few words, and Mikhail could piece together the meaning.Since this is specific knowledge rather than daily activities, Aaron was surprised a few times, but he found that Mikhail's heartbeat was a little more stable at this time, and he made surprise checks from time to time, and he did not find any symptoms of headache and tinnitus. Therefore, Later, I enjoyed Mikhail's arms with peace of mind.

Aaron's right hand was still in Mikhail's pajamas, which had turned the page for him.He glanced away naturally, a little absent-minded, and was discovered by Mikhail, so Mikhail disturbed him with the doubts of the day with peace of mind, and blew hot and humid air from his lips against his ears:

"Tell me about the 'white-haired devil,' Aaron."

Aaron blinked and replied: "You know, 'Bronze Serpent' Aaron. Although I have the same name... well, I think it is from Moses' brother. 'Bronze Serpent' is a true Buckle militant, you should know, No.11 saints do this. He inherited his father Sihija's white hair and red eyes, in the second holy war, Micah was the 'red devil of Noren ’, and he was called the White-haired Demon by the Aerysians.”

Mikhail grunted, but Aaron didn't hear it clearly, and when he asked again, he blushed and slowly rubbed Aaron's neck.

After a long while, the boy opened his blue-purple eyes like morning stars and mist, and the two thin golden vertical pupils were slightly dilated, like the spindles of Sleeping Beauty.Aaron paused and watched for a long time before he heard him say slowly, "Is my hair white now too?"

"Yes. Still very beautiful. You were beautiful when you were blonde, and you were beautiful when you were black, and you are still beautiful now. Although you have been wronged, I am happy because I appreciate a different you. Will you forgive me, Misha?" Aaron said gently, his slightly hoarse voice carried a subtle allure under the candlelight.

Mikhail said, "You are my Aaron."

"Of course!" Aaron touched his lips and raised his hand to caress the top of his hairy head, "Okay, I promise, we'll dry and put away this batch of 'Red Micah' tomorrow. The days are sold at a good price. Misha, you are also my Misha, and we Norren nobles will go out for vacation in summer. Is there any place you want to go?"

Mikhail began to think seriously, and Aaron turned back two pages and found that he didn't have a pen, so he gave up his notes.Mikhail touched his hand to his lap through his pajamas, and the boy said, "Go to a place farther away, let's take the train."

Aaron froze for a moment, rubbed his cheek, and said softly: "Okay, I will stay with you well this time."

Mikhail laughed embarrassedly, Aaron sighed, closed the Gospel and threw it aside, turned around and fell on Mikhail:

"You're so cute, Mikhail. As long as you don't hate me, I won't leave you. Misha, Misha, do you know that I belong to you when I leave Lieyang City, didn't I say that ?Then I say it again, Misha, now I live alone for you. Do you feel heavy?"

"Yeah." Mikhail took off his glasses and put them on the bedside, hugged him tightly like a bear doll, and pressed his cheek against his throbbing chest, "Of course. "

Aaron understood what he meant, so he raised his voice a little, and changed the subject a little shyly:

"Mishenka, Joyce Sharp is a bad woman. You know, this afternoon when you were having tea in the drawing room, she told me that your clothes were wet, and told you to take them off and come to the fire."

Mikhail hooked his calf with his knee, ignored his momentary stiffness, and said, "I don't like the Viscountess."

"The Viscountess doesn't like Abaddons either."

"Is it really bad to dress up as an Abaddon?" Mikhail became alert.It's not that he is not confident, he knows that even if he loses [-]% of his health, he has better conditions than [-]% of ordinary people in the world, but in front of Aaron, he has to do as good as he can—maybe because This young man's determination to win or lose may be due to his strong sense of responsibility since he was a child. Anyway, he has to be the best one.

Aaron put his hands into his pajamas and hugged his back: "I'm sorry, Misha, I was wrong, you are as beautiful as when you were 16 years old. You will not change in hundreds of thousands of years. .”

"I won't change." Mikhail promised, "But you can't mess around, you have to be healthier."

Aaron sighed and lowered his head: "I won't drink your blood."

"Just once, just one more time." Mikhaildi said earnestly for countless times, "I think this is an opportunity. You said that children have a strong inspiration, just believe me."

"Inspiration is inspiration, you have learned to lie, Misha."

"You say I suck at lying, so you should know I mean it."

"Okay, okay, Misha, I promise you. However, correspondingly, I have to wait until you recover, okay?"

"Okay. You have to be good, Aaron."

"I'm not kidding you, Misha, that's why I said, I'll try my best.—Changing the subject, how was your day?"

"...Nothing special, everything is fine, but you stayed with the Viscountess for a while, I'm hungry." Mikhail paused for a moment, and after Aaron apologized, he tightened his arms slightly and whispered Say, "I met Nancy. She moved back in with her husband."

Mikhail sounded aggrieved, even a little angry.Aaron turned his face away and told him to "look" at himself.

The author says:

I only eat the apple yogurt pie and apple cinnamon pie in Russian restaurants in China. I don’t know if it’s because of the improvement of China Special Agency. The small one is very ugly, but it’s delicious.It’s a meme here, and Misha also needs to pretend to be an Abaddon to hide his height (traffic information is not well developed and the people in Noren city discriminate against Abaddon hillbillies, so everyone’s impression of Abaddon is quite stereotyped. See Misha The first reaction was not suspicion, but the Abaddons were indeed very tall.jpg)