The Devil of the Walking Street

"I always feel that you are being raised as a son..." Swell said, stood up, and took the hot water from Lan Ming.

"...Probably so." Lan Ming was very self-aware, he was silent for a while, looked at the expressionless Swell, and said with some hesitation: "I can't let his sister stay with Renault."

Swell folded his hands and touched his thighs, as if he wanted to put them in his pockets. It took him a long time to realize that the pants he was wearing today did not have purses, so he could only pretend that nothing happened, and put his hands around instead: "How do you know her Still alive? By the time you get there, he might have been dealt with long ago."

Lan Ming shook his head: "When I left, that girl was still alive... I know, Lei Nuo will definitely save her."

Swell raised an eyebrow.

"And... we can't jump to conclusions yet," the little devil turned his head away, turned around and raised his feet, wanting to go back to his room: "Leno said, he didn't do it..."

Swell suddenly stretched out his leg, tripping Lan Ming and making him stagger.

Lan Ming: "You!"

Swell stepped in front of Lan Ming, and the distance between the two shortened to less than [-] centimeters. The man did not lower his head, but turned his eyes down, looking contemptuously at the somewhat angry Lan Ming: "Don't be funny."

The young man blinked, feeling a little timid in his heart, he involuntarily took a half step back.

"You are actually very clear in your heart." The man put his hand on Lan Ming's shoulder, and his stalwart body cast an oppressive shadow on the young man: "It's just a lie to myself."

Lan Ming wanted to open the opponent's hand, but failed: "No, no."

"Who did those things, you already have the answer." Swell slowly lowered his head, and the tip of their noses met. He looked straight into the depths of the little devil's eyes, and found a trace of panic as expected. : "Isn't it obvious? What do you get by finding him like this? An insincere apology? Or a lie that even the person concerned doesn't bother to embellish? image?"

The little devil pursed his lips and remained silent.

Siweier continued to move closer, almost touching his lips: "What did you want to find when you came to my study? The Book of Sand? You don't think that book really exists, do you?"

Lan Ming wanted to open his mouth to explain something, but Swell suddenly kissed him again.

A deep French kiss with a touch of anger.

Swell understood why that unpleasant feeling came from.

The man squinted his eyes slightly, his eyes were full of obsession, and the hand on the opponent's shoulder moved to the back of Lan Ming's head, aggravating this aggressive action.

The sound of tsk tsk water echoed obscenely in the ears of the two of them.

Lan Ming didn't know why he didn't bite down directly, but was dragged deeper and deeper by Swell.He was forced to be the one to suffer, and was involved in the torrent with the archbishop.

feel good.

...No, what am I doing.

Swell suddenly let go of Lan Ming, and leaped backwards.

The little devil's dark red wings opened again. The height and space of the attic did not allow it to fully stretch out, so it could only be half-opened, pitifully protecting Lan Ming. overthrow aside.

Swell: "My sofa!!...and that's my clothes!! Is it really okay for you to just open your wings like this!!"

Lan Ming wiped off the water stains on his lips with some embarrassment. Because of the man's kiss in the city, it was no longer the usual light red at this moment.

"The Book of Sand last appeared in..."

Swell interrupted Lan Ming and said unceremoniously, "Do you really believe it?"

"..."

"The rumored book of sand is as endless as fine sand, with no end and no end-it's just a brain hole of that Argentine novelist, Borges." Swell sighed, and began to clean up the little devil in the room. In panic, the chaos caused by spreading wings: "You can actually take fiction seriously."

Lan Ming shrank his wings and walked to the side, trying not to cause more trouble to Swell, but he still knocked down the small umbrella basket at the entrance of the attic, and he quickly helped it up: "The Book of Sand existed before that novelist." There have been related records, but after Borges hid it in the church library, it never appeared again—I went to check, and you were working in that library at that time.”

Swell glanced at him with a half-smile: "You want to find a book of sand that doesn't exist at all."

Lan Ming bit his lower lip tightly: "It, it will exist."

The man straightened the furniture, and sat on the sofa casually: "Okay, take a step back, the Book of Sand does exist. But there are so many books in the church library, how do you know that I happened to see the book of Sand?" The book? Just happened to steal it... um... and brought it to China?"

Lan Ming's clenched hands were pale and trembling, he felt as if his heart had been ripped open, and the man had seen him through.

"You are looking for something that is impossible to find. Do you know why?" Swell stretched out his index finger and tapped his chest lightly: "In this way, you have reason to continue to lie to yourself. You should know, Sha The Book of Sand records all the things that happened in the world. You came here to find the Book of Sand, is that what you think? —— I tried my best to find the truth of the year, but the facts stopped me, so this is not me wrong."

The man became a little annoyed: "Speaking of which, I have a question, other than the Book of Sand, other than attracting hatred for you, why did you come to me?"

[The Book of Sand - a short story by the Argentine novelist Borges, describing the infinite and the finite.Everyone can go and have a look.The setting of the Book of Sand is borrowed here, there are two pinches. 】

☆, 25. Time for night talk [you annoying little goblins, go to the catalog page to vote! 】

Lan Ming didn't look at Swell anymore, he retracted his wings silently - the thing made a creaking sound behind him, echoing in the silent attic, it was creepy.

Swell stared at the little devil without saying a word. He lowered his head and drooped his shoulders, as if he couldn't bear it anymore, he moved back to his room with a weary step.

The door clicked and was gently closed.

The man was silent for a long time, then he closed his eyes, let himself fall on the sofa, raised his right leg, and put it on the low back of the sofa, his chest gradually rose and fell steadily, and he didn't know whether he was asleep or awake.

52.

In the dead of night - Nightless City Pedestrian Street is just a wish of the developer.

"The city that never sleeps" is not the city that never sleeps after all.

In a metropolis with severe light pollution, it is just a fantasy to find one or two bright stars in the gray night sky.

The door of the room slid open without a sound, and the boy looked through the crack of the door to the small dark attic living room - Swell did not go back to his room, but fell asleep on the sofa.

Lan Ming walked out of the room lightly. The darkness was not a problem for him. Even in a small attic, he could still avoid all kinds of messy obstacles without making a sound.

As he walked past the sofa, he looked again at the man sleeping in it.

On the one hand, it is to confirm that the other party is really asleep.

On the other hand - it is to sigh the other party's magical sleeping posture.

The windows of the attic were not closed, and the cold wind of the winter night poured in gusts of wind.

Lan Ming stood in front of the window, his slender and flexible demon tail swaying occasionally.He rubbed his messy black hair, wondering what he was thinking.

Laming zipped up the cat-ear hoodie to the top, then tucked his neck in to keep the cold out.

He looked back at the living room, and the air conditioner was turned off, but the man was still wearing the single shirt he wore in the afternoon, even the buttons were unbuttoned to the collarbone, revealing his lean chest.

While complaining in his heart about what illness the archbishop had, he cautiously returned to his room.

When he came out again, there was already a quilt in his arms.

He hugged the not very thick light blue quilt, twisted and turned, and finally came to the sofa.The young man groped to find the two ends of the quilt, raised his hand and unfolded it, ready to put it on the man.

Unexpectedly, Svir didn't sleep at all, he suddenly opened his eyes, and in the darkness, he directly met the dark red eyes of the little devil.

The boy was startled, and in a hurry, he put the quilt directly on the man's head.

Swell: "..."

Lan Ming stood there in embarrassment.

The man tore off the quilt covering his head, and wrapped it around himself with peace of mind: "Don't you think it's better to close the window than to cover me with a quilt?"

"..."

"You've even put on your clothes... are you in such a hurry to find that werewolf?" Swell groaned, arched on the sofa, and turned sideways to face the silent boy standing in front of him: "Why do I ask?" Why don't you always respond? Are you so afraid of me?"

"...Don't put money on your face." The young man also imitated him and hummed: "Return the quilt to me."

Swell pulled the quilt under him: "No."

Lan Ming: "That's mine."

The man grinned, revealing two rows of bright white teeth in the darkness, scaring Lan Ming into a panic: "Come in, let's sleep together!"

"..." The young man was speechless, he walked around the sofa, came to the window again, put on the cat ear hat: "I will close the window for you later."

Even though Swell wrapped himself into a thick sausage, he could still sit up with his super strong waist.He looked at the boy who was propping up the window with both hands, one foot had already stepped on the window sill: "Wait a minute."

Lan Ming turned around: "?"

Swell: "Tomorrow I will go with you. In case that witch does something weird again, if you fall down, I can take you back...home."

……go home.

"You go out in the middle of the night, isn't it just because you don't want to be discovered by me? Now that I've caught you straight, isn't it pointless to go out at night?" The man squinted his eyes and yawned, shaking his head dejectedly. : "At night, of course it's time to sleep."

After listening to his words, the boy turned his head and looked at the dark clock tower in the distance. The sharp top of the tower seemed to be able to touch the gray clouds in the night sky.

A gust of cold wind hit, obviously not violent, but Lan Ming felt as if he was about to be blown down - he leaned back slightly, put down his feet on the window sill, and closed the window by the way, to isolate the cold wind from the outside. outside.

Swell smiled and pretended to cough a few times: "I'm so cold——"

Lan Ming: "..."

"Let's sleep together!"

"roll."