God said, let there be light

It was too late today, Byrne and Van Roy were having dinner outside, dating like other couples.When we were full, we walked out of the restaurant and walked home hand in hand.

Both Byrne and Van Roy found this ordinary and ordinary feeling a little strange and unbelievable.Van Roy hadn't walked the streets of Rensa like this in many years, accompanied by a person all the way, passing strangers in the hustle and bustle.

In the center of the shopping plaza, there is a huge dark green rock wall, standing there like a hill, surrounded by a water curtain, and when the water drops fall in series, the words are arranged at different intervals.

This is actually an advertising board. People buy water curtain advertisements all year round for confessions, marriage proposals, or anniversaries.

Fan Luoyi paused in his footsteps, looking at the words falling on the water curtain, it was a birthday wish for his lover.He smiled slightly.

Byrne looked at Fan Roy's chuckle in a daze, did he think of someone?Has anyone ever bought a water curtain for him?Is it a confession of love?

He is actually not curious about Fan Luoyi's ex-boyfriend. No matter what Luan plays, the past has long passed. Since Fan Luoyi said that person is dead, then he is dead. Personality doesn't look back.But Byrne still felt uncomfortable, which made him feel ridiculous. He wanted to possess Van Roy, everything, even the past that he had never participated in.He thought that the next time Van Roy saw the water curtain, he would laugh at thinking of him.

Byrne secretly took out his mobile phone and checked the water curtain advertisement. This ghost thing is really "hot", and the fee is charged by the second. According to the speed of the water flow, one word will be enough in one second. It is a money grab. Rob.But Byrne was lucky, there was a vacancy after 3 minutes, because there were only 12 seconds, the time was too short, so no one bought it, and Byrne grabbed it immediately.

Fan Roy stood for a while and was about to leave, but Byrne grabbed him nervously.

"what happened?"

"...you stand here and don't move."

"Ok?"

"I, I'm going to buy an ice cream!" I just passed by an ice cream shop.

Fan Roy looked at Byrne, a little strange: "Do you like sweets?" Byrne clearly said that the last glass of Bloody Shiraz Gin was too sweet, and he didn't like it.

"I see a lot of people buy it, it should be pretty good, give it a try?"

"Oh." Just buy it if you want it, and you'll know if it's sweet or not.

"Just stand here and don't move."

Van Roy nodded.

Byrne ran a few steps and hurried to buy ice cream.It took him more than 20 seconds to talk to Fan Luoyi just now, and there are less than two and a half minutes left before his water curtain advertisement, hurry up!

Byrne bought the flavor recommended by the clerk, ordered a small cup, and hurried back after buying it.

During this period, Fan Roy glanced at the phone, with his back to the water curtain, and looked in Byrne's direction. Seeing that he had to run to buy ice cream, he was very puzzled, and asked him, "Why are you in such a hurry?"

Byrne stuffed the ice cream into Fan Roy's hand, grabbed his shoulders and turned him back, facing the water curtain again, the timing was just right.

Words drop on the water curtain:

God

said

flight

there

be

LIGHT

And

there

was

LIGHT

In just 12 seconds, Fan Luoyi focused on the water curtain, watching words appear, fall, and disperse one word after another. It was like a heavy rain in his heart, and all the complicated emotions were washed away. Suddenly very comfortable and easy.

It wasn't until the last letter disappeared that a smile appeared on Fan Roy's face, and he turned to ask Byrne, "What does this mean?"

Byrne smiled and replied: "Compared with, I love you, I feel that you will like this sentence more." As he spoke, Byrne's palm lightly brushed Van Roy's waist, where his tattoo was located.

"Do I need to praise you then?"

"Don't you brag?"

Fan Roy looked up at Byrne, smiled and approached him. Byrne was overjoyed and leaned towards him happily. The expected kiss did not come, and Fan Roy said softly, "Go home."

As Fan Roy walked forward, he ate a mouthful of ice cream and asked, "What flavor is it? It's quite delicious."

"Uh, the clerk recommended it, I don't know."

Fan Roy laughed, not knowing what to say to him, and dug out a spoonful of ice cream and sent it to Byrne: "Try it."

The ice cream is not particularly sweet, it has a nutty and milky aroma, which is really delicious, but the taste of the ice cream is not at all as sweet as Byrne's heart is overflowing, not even one ten-thousandth of it.

Van Roy took two steps and realized that Byrne had been staring at him, to be exact, at the ice cream in his hand.

"Another sip?"

Byrne shook his head.He tried to hold Van Roy's hand, but his hands were occupied by ice cream cups and spoons.

"Really don't want it?" Fan Roy didn't understand the meaning of Byrne's staring eyes for a while.

"Eat faster."

"?"

"hurry up."

Byrne just bought a small cup, which wasn't much at all. When Van Roy put the last spoonful in his mouth, Byrne laughed and kissed Van Roy suddenly. It was not so much a kiss as a kiss. Lick it lightly, taste the sweetness of the ice cream on his lips.

Fan Roy was stunned for a moment, Byrne had already taken the ice cream cup and the small spoon, freed one hand to hold him, walked a few steps, and threw away the trash.

Fan Roy still couldn't figure out why Byrne urged him, and he smiled lightly, it didn't matter if he couldn't figure it out.

The straight-line distance from the restaurant to Van Roy's apartment is 1.2 kilometers, and they arrived home in less than 10 minutes on foot.

As soon as he entered the door, Byrne asked Fan Roy: "Have you thought about how to praise me?"

Fan Roy laughed for a while: "Did I say I was going to praise you?"

Byrne put his arms around Fan Roy and put it on his shoulder, acting like a baby: "Is it really not boastful? Do you like it? Could it be that I love you, it's better?"

Fan Roy turned his face slightly, his face was a little hot, Byrne really said anything, very shameless.

Fan Roy raised his hand and touched the back of Byrne's head, coaxing him like a child: "Okay."

Byrne raised his head abruptly, staring at Fan Roy with bright eyes.

Fan Roy pushed away Byrne's arm around his waist, but Byrne refused to let go, insisting on holding his hand, and Fan Roy let him hold it, and led him upstairs into his study.

His study room is furnished very simply, with bookshelves on both sides. In addition to books, there are also many mecha models. Some models are too old, and for other reasons, even the physical objects cannot be preserved in the museum. Byrne only saw them when he was studying. It's just a holographic projection.

"Don't you want to know how the tattoo on my waist came about?" Fan Roy didn't look at Byrne, took a book from the shelf, and asked him, "You haven't even asked, so you're sure I like this sentence better? "

"intuition."

Fan Roy turned to face Byrne, smiled slightly, and put the book on the table. It looked a little old, with obvious signs of wear and tear. The cover was pure black, and the title of the book was stamped and debossed - LIGHT.This book is a basic theory book for mech design and manufacture.

Fan Roy opened the title page, and on the off-white paper was the phrase "God said, let there be light", and under the printed font was a line of handwriting-dixitqueDeusfiatluxetfactaestlux, the tattoo on Van Roy's waist, Latin version, God said, Let there be light.

"This is my father's handwriting. He was designing mechas during his lifetime. This book was the first book my father read to me. When I was very young, when I was just learning how to crawl, I couldn't even speak. When I couldn’t speak, my saliva was still on several pages in the book.” Fan Luoyi laughed, but there seemed to be distressing tears in his eyes.

Byrne squeezed Fan Roy's hand and said nothing.

Fan Roy's fingertips lightly brushed the cursive handwriting, and gently raised it to touch Byrne's cheek. He smiled and said, "Thank you, I like it very much."

Is this a boast?

Forget it, he didn't choose this sentence to make Fan Roy cry. He likes it, but he still feels sad.

"What does that look mean?"

"..." Byrne felt sorry for Fan Roy, and it was all written on his face.

Fan Roy smiled, pinched his cheek lightly, raised his face, moved closer, and said, "Dace, kiss me."