[Moriarty Worrying About the Country + Tutor] Utopia

"Where there are ideals, hell is heaven."

Someone sighed softly.

After many years, he dreamed of that scene again.

"Arnold..." In the dim room, the blond-haired red-eyed boy seemed to be shrouded in a thin halo under the candlelight, and his eyes became more determined, "I think, to change this society full of inequality... only Only then will everyone be truly happy.”

His red eyes were full of smiles, and his tone was full of temptation: "Don't you want to see it with your own eyes? Such a future?"

He heard his young self calmly say in a tone that was the same as usual: "...you will succeed."

He softly called out his friend's name.

"■■■."

Arnold opened his eyes, his eyes were as clear as ever.

It was still dark outside the window, and occasionally he heard a crow chirp or two. He took a look at the pocket watch on the cabinet and found that he had only rested for three hours.

As an excellent intelligence officer, he has long been used to making full use of his spare time to rest, but tonight, after a long absence, he dreamed of an old man, which made him suddenly lose his sleepiness.

He thought for a while, got up and took out a cigarette from the windbreaker pocket hanging on the hanger, then pushed open the door and walked onto the balcony.

Holding the fence with one hand, Arnold took a puff of the long cigarette, closed his eyes and exhaled slowly.

"It's rare to see you smoking, Arnold." A gentle voice suddenly came from the balcony next to him.

Arnold didn't open his eyes: "Only occasionally."

"Is that so..." The blond man standing on the balcony next door sighed softly, with a bit of worry in his voice, "Arnold, is it because you have something on your mind that you can't sleep?"

Arnold opened his eyes with a cold expression: "It has nothing to do with you, Giotto."

"Sorry, Arnold," the man named Giotto showed a slightly apologetic smile, and his tone was firm, "but isn't it natural for friends to care about each other?"

"Friend?" Arnold sneered, he pinched the long cigarette with his thumb and forefinger, then turned his head slightly, as if he was recalling something.

Giotto kept smiling at him.

"I just dreamed about an old friend." After blowing quietly for a while, Arnold said abruptly.

Giotto gave a surprised look.

"Put that stupid expression on your face, Giotto," Arnold said with some displeasure, "or you can choose to leave now."

"No, no," Giotto put his right fist to his lips and coughed a few times in embarrassment, "please continue."

Arnold took a deep breath, barely suppressing the insignificant and complicated emotions in his heart. He looked up at the night sky, and a golden moon fell into his icy blue eyes.

……

The acquaintance between Arnold and the blond brothers came from an accident.

Arnold was born in an aristocratic family in England. The cowardly and incompetent earl father, the greedy and stupid stepmother, and the ambitious half-brother constituted the whole family.According to the usual practice, as the eldest son, he will inherit his father's title in the future, and then follow the path arranged for him by the family members, step by step.

But he hated it all.

The unruly cloud refuses to be bound by the weak.

Arnold left home when he was 11 years old, ditched his original surname and re-named himself Arnold.

In order to get rid of the people his father sent to arrest him, Arnold hid in the slums for three days, pretending to be an orphan and sneaking into an orphanage in the slums.

He originally wanted to stay in the orphanage for a few days before leaving, but one person made him change his mind.

When Arnold saw the boy for the first time, the boy was holding a somewhat worn book, sitting on the steps in the backyard and reading it carefully.

The boy has golden hair. Under the sunlight, the almost transparent hair reflects the light like gold.

"《Πολιτεα》②." With just one glance, Arnold recognized the book the other party was reading.

When the blond boy heard the voice, he looked back subconsciously, and was a little surprised when he found Arnold: "Have you read this book?"

The blond-haired boy has a pair of beautiful red eyes. When he looks at someone, it seems that the other person's whole person is firmly imprinted in his heart.

Arnold didn't answer, but walked slowly to his side and looked down at him: "Do you know Greek?"

The "Utopia" in the other party's hand is a relatively old Greek original book, which has long ceased to be printed, and it is not known where he dug it out.

The blond boy was not angry because of Arnold's attitude, but smiled with a good temper and explained: "It's only a little bit. I've read the English translation before."

""there public"③," the tip of the tongue lightly pressed against the palate, rolled slightly, the vocal cords vibrated, the simple and pure British accent slowly flowed from his lips, and a hint of a smile appeared in his ice blue eyes, "then , you prefer the sentence in it"

The blond boy replied in fluent Greek without hesitation: "ναπλθοτηαναγκασμνηζωστοπρσωποσπηλαων,εναιανκανοναβγετοσπλαιο,επομνωμπορεμνονακρατσειστοσπλαιομσωτου οεξωτερικνψεωνσεμιασκιτοχωνγιανακαταλβειτονκσμοεξωτερικνψεων."④

"……What's your name?"

"【】," the blond boy said with a smile, "what about you?"

"...Arnold."

……

"And then?" Giotto couldn't help asking curiously.

Arnold gave him a cold look, and then casually looked away: "...I am very interested in him, after all, for a boy from a slum, it is incredible to know so much knowledge at a young age and his ideas are very interesting, so I changed my mind and stayed in that orphanage temporarily to communicate with him more.”

Arnold knew in his heart that it was not so much that he was interested in his ideas, but that he saw the shadow of his ideals in the other party. It was just that he realized more clearly that his ideal world would never be realized.

But when he heard the young man seriously explaining his ideal word by word, his calm heartstrings were suddenly twitched. For no reason, he suddenly thought that if it was the young man in front of him, maybe it could really be realized.

As a good friend who has known each other for many years, Arnold naturally knows how to arouse Giotto's curiosity. When he said this, Giotto was like a cat's claw scratching his heart: "So, how is that boy doing now? Has he realized his ideal?"

Arnold was silent for a while.

He looked up to the west, and his gaze seemed to pass through the heavy night to fall on the man far away in London.

After a long time, he said in a low, regretful tone:

"...he's dying."

The author has something to say:

① From Plato's famous saying.

②③That is, "Utopia"

④From Plato's "Utopia", the original meaning [A group of people who are forced to live in caves cannot get out of the cave, so they can only understand the outside world through the shadows left on a wall of the cave by external things. 】

521赶上了！！！表白小教授和初云这两个我最爱的男人！！！没赶上15：21就赶个23：15：21吧……好歹也有个521……

Originally, I just wanted to write a short story, but when I wrote it, I found that the content was getting longer and longer... shrink it quickly.

I'm really not suitable for writing this kind of serious text... rubbish writing, let's just read it.