cloud tree

Time seems to be flowing backwards through the night.

Vichy thought for a long time, and decided to say goodbye to the past life. He was ashamed of the life he had expected in the future, so he didn't need to talk about it.He seldom goes to the bar, the place is too noisy and flashy, but when he said that it can relieve all worries, the first thought in his mind was the bar.He lied to Camila, saying that he was going out of the park to watch his aunt dance a square dance to relax, and when he walked to the forked intersection, he turned his foot and walked towards the road to the night zone.He randomly walked into a bar, where the crowd was reveling and dancing. He sat alone on the bar counter, ordered a glass of ordinary Bloody Mary, and quietly watched the neon reflections.Bloody Mary can be regarded as a long drink, but he drank it quickly and ordered one after another.

He likes that color, the beautiful red is like the name of wine, like Lilith's dance skirt, like the red on his body, on the blade of a sword, or beside a cliff.Red can conquer the world and wash everything into ruins.He seemed to be here to get drunk. After drinking two cups, his face turned red, and his eyes seemed to be misty. He seemed to be drunk, but it just seemed.

He noticed that there were many coveting eyes around him, and he didn't care.After drinking the third cup, someone finally came over to strike up a conversation. It was a burly man, and Kong Wu's arm patted him on the shoulder forcefully.He raised his eyes, breaking the seven times of evil.

"what's up?"

The man was dumbfounded for a moment, and after a while he said, "I'm Joe, my friend, are you sitting here alone?"

"No, I'm waiting for someone."

"who?"

The third bloody mary was downed in one gulp, he held up the empty wine glass and swung around the audience, he saw many pairs of eyes staring at him.He ignored those eyes, put the empty cup on the table, and put his head on his hands as if trying to wake up: "I can't find him, he may, he may not come, he may come next time, maybe he will come back next time , maybe, it won't come." When he said this, he was thinking of his senior, who was killed by his sword and would never come.

The man let out a few hahas, hammered one hand on the bar stone table full of arrogance, and stretched out the other hand to grab his shoulder, pretending to say: "Since your friend is not coming, and you are drunk, I will send you to the bar." You go home."

"No, I can't. I'm going to wait for my friend, he, he's still on his way."

He handed the empty glass to the bartender, wanting to add another glass, but the man reached out and grabbed the glass, and the glass became pieces of slag under the excessive force.Someone in the stands was blowing a whistle, applauding the man's behavior.The man snorted and continued to hold his shoulders, trying to take him away.He hummed, stood up reluctantly, and staggered to the other side where there was no one, as if he was about to fall.

Someone held him securely.His head was resting on a solid shoulder, and he blinked up to see a mess of orange hair like a chicken coop.

"Hey, I said silly, where are you going to take my friend?"

The man who supported him said in a frivolous tone, provoking no matter what he listened to.The original man got angry and shouted loudly: "I'll help him go home, what's the matter with your chicken coop?"

"Your saliva sprayed too far, it's all on me." The man supported him with one hand, and slowly straightened his hair with the other, "Are you deaf? I just said that he is my friend. Wait for me, of course it's none of my business, do you have a hearing problem and need to go to the hospital to get your earwax out?"

"Why do you say that he is your friend, and I also say that he is my friend, you chicken coop."

The man raised his hand and punched the bar counter again, the dents on it were clearly visible, trying to scare the man away with the same trick.But the man still had a frivolous smile on his face and said nothing.A moment later, when everyone thought that everything was safe and sound, the stone slab of the entire bar shattered.The man was frightened, thinking it was his own hallucination, he reached out and tried to touch the fragments of the stone slab, and white powder filled the air.

No one dared to move in the bar.

"Have fun everyone, I'm leaving first."

The man didn't pay compensation, but helped Vichy to leave the bar slowly. No one dared to stop him, and no one had the ability to stop him.

Vichy was awake, but he was just trying to numb himself, letting the situation develop without saying anything.As a result, someone simply and rudely took him away in full view.He followed the man out of the bar and continued to pretend to be drunk and unsteady.He pretended to look at the man inadvertently, the short orange messy hair was not in his aesthetics, and that overly frivolous face was somewhat familiar.It seems to have seen it in a textbook.

I saw it in the wanted textbook of night travel.

Young gravedigger, robber and thief, Adair.

I just came out to have a quiet drink, not to complete tasks and cause trouble.If Adair doesn't provoke him first, he can pretend quietly and leave at the right time, pretending that he has never seen Adair, but the premise is that Adair will not touch him, and he must also pretend that he has never seen Adair before. met him.Now no one can defeat him in a one-on-one situation, and his rebirth has brought him the greatest confidence.

But Adair didn't know it. He even thought that Vichy was just an ordinary boy. At least from the appearance, Vichy was less than [-] years old. He was very immature and young, like a college student who had just entered society. Experience different affairs, and he sees through that Vichy comes alone and has no friends, or even if he is too drunk, he will not rashly go with a stranger.He lowered his volume as much as possible, as if comforting a teenager who left home: "What's your name?"

"...Name? It doesn't matter."

"Vichy, the name sounds nice."

He praised in a low voice, even if the boy didn't tell him his name, he still had a way to know it.An ID card is required to go out to the bar. When he just picked up Vichy, he got the card in Vichy's trouser pocket, with his name clearly marked on it.When he said his name, Vichy's eyes became clearer, and he should be right.

"You shouldn't know, know my name..."

"Why?"

"Because I don't want to know about you either."

Vichy's theory is normal, and it sounds clear-headed.If this is a one-night encounter, wouldn't it be romantic for two people whose names are unknown?He thought so, since his name was not elegant, he did not need to tell it as the boy said, and he gave the code name with a smile: "You can call me Mr. Y."

"Mr. Y." Vichy stopped and raised his head, his eyes were clear and bright, "I'm not very drunk, I want to go home, I can just walk home by myself. Thank you."

"Where is your home? I'll take you back."

He bewitched in a low voice, but this trick didn't work for Vichy.Vichy rejected his request, repeating: "I'm not drunk, I'll go back by myself, that's fine."

"You still said you're not drunk, you can't tell the level of your words, you know?" He sighed at the young man in front of him who insisted on walking home alone, and wanted to put his arms around Vichy's waist and carry him go back.But Vichy dodged, dodging quickly and sensitively, so fast that he didn't look like a drunk person at all.Vichy broke free from his arm and stood opposite him. He saw the indifferent reason in Vichy's eyes, and an almost ethereal voice sounded.

"Adair, want a fight?"

"Adair, want a fight?"

The same words were spoken by Nuoning.He looked at Adair in front of him, and felt that everything had changed. He was repeating the behavior of that day, but it was not for the same purpose.Under the moonlight, the long sword was condensed, pointing directly at Adair.He knew there would come a day when this battle was inevitable in the name of love to bind this nocturnal lone walker.Adair can not get him, and has been watching from a distance, but he cannot be someone else's.

What you can't get yourself, no one else can get it.

This name is jealousy, and no one can explain it.

"Honey, that's what you said when we first met." Adair sneered, "Do you remember?"

"I remember."

"Since that time, I have understood a truth, don't make you angry. Otherwise, with my thin arms, I will definitely be beaten to the ground by you."

"Then what are you going to do now?"

The clown always has a smile on his face, no one can see him crying.The smile still spread on Adair's face, but his tone became low: "But today I suddenly miss the feeling of being close to Mother Earth, so I came to you."

"Moon shadow, haunted by dark spirits."

He stopped talking nonsense with Adair.

Under the moonlight, Adair's own shadow was suddenly condensed with spiritual energy, and he stretched out his hand to wrap around Adair's body.The scorching blade cut off the connection of the shadow in an instant, but just after Adair turned around, the shadow behind him returned to normal and entwined.Adair kept waving the fire blade towards the ground, but his own shadow always followed behind him, unable to break free.

Nuoning stood in the darkness, which was blocked by the woods, and the moonlight could not reveal the figure.

He moved quickly, and the short phoenix blade held in both hands slashed at Nuoning mercilessly.Nuoning didn't open the melee barrier either, and directly raised his sword to confront him.The groove on the short blade happened to be stuck on the blade of Moonlight, and he restrained Nuoning, but he couldn't pull out his own weapon.

During the stalemate, Nuoning asked him: "Adair, do you still remember why you walked away with me so shamelessly?"

He replied, I want to see the scene when you were destroyed. You fell from a very high place. Because of the tragedy, it must be very beautiful.

Nuoning asked again: "So now, do you still think so?"

Now, he doesn't think so anymore, beautiful things must be kept well, if they fall once, they won't stick back.

The long sword dissipated in the air, and the short, sharp knife reached his throat, and Nuoning broke free from his restraint.He looked down at the blue-white dagger beside his neck, and laughed at himself. He just looked at Nuo Ning's face close at hand. He forgot that the Moonshatter Sword has no shape, it was born by moonlight and dispersed by moonlight.Even in a dark place without light, as long as the moonlight can be seen in the distance, the blades can be reunited.

"Adair." Nuoning dissipated the blade and walked beside him. "I can't promise you anything now, please feel free to leave."