The Sensory Animals of Ston Hill

(Sorry, this chapter has been revised. I was a little anxious before, so I got stuck... It's better to slow down... Today, a reader wrote a tweet on Douban, and the writing was super good (all compliments on me haha Haha) Super happy, full of energy, taking time to make up for a while without doing business!)

Alan couldn't kiss him enough, and couldn't look at him enough. He always kissed for a long time and then moved away from Grace, looked at him seriously, and then couldn't wait to kiss him back.He wished his eyes and lips weren't on his face so he could kiss Grace and look at him at the same time.

Alan buried his fingers in Grace's hair and touched the scar on the back of his head, "I heard that you bled a lot."

"Perhaps. . . I fainted then—seems like you've been asking a lot about me."

Allen smiled distressedly, turned his head to kiss his hair there, pinched the ribbon that tied the hair with two fingers, and gently pulled it out.The knots of the ribbons were loose, and the thick hair fell loose over the shoulders and back.He found himself obsessed with untangling Grace's hair.

There is no braid today, so the waves are soft and undulating after being spread out; if the braid is braided, it is fine and delicate.This is Allen's experience.

"I also heard... After that, you went crazy for a while, is it a rumor?" He bent down and looked at Grace.

"Maybe, I don't know. I don't remember a lot of things at the time. Maybe that's what they meant by 'crazy'. I asked the doctor, and the doctor said it was because of head trauma, which was temporary."

Allen stroked his scar for a while, then moved to his collar and buttons, "Why are you wearing men's clothes? Is it to be a deterrent when meeting those gentlemen? I found that I couldn't find you wearing skirts or pants rules."

"Today is because I got up late, and the pants wear faster... I like to wear skirts more recently, because I can wear as many skirts as I want, and it's too cold now-do you have chilblains on your feet? Okay ?"

"It's on the foot, and it's healed. The ointment you gave is very good."

Grace thought for a while, put her arms around his waist to make him stand up straight, and rested her head on his stomach, "It was William who gave me this ointment at first and told me that it could cure chilblains... I used to Never thought about this question... You said, how would he know this? Did William also suffer from frostbite?"

Alan was silent for a while, and said: "The military academy sometimes has emergency marching training. If it is winter and you need to cross the river... It may be that other students have frostbite because of it, not him; or it may be that he stood in the cold water for a long time. Help the classmate who is not physically strong, because he is always selected as the commander... I don’t know, he didn’t tell me.”

After a long time, Allen asked, "Did your stomach hurt afterward?"

"No, the operation was successful." Grace's palm was attached to the place where he had been shot in the abdomen, "Do you always stand in a dangerous position on the battlefield?"

"Why do you ask?"

"It's written in the papers, and it's said in the street: Colonel Ston always stands within range of the enemy's artillery; and when he charges, he's always in the forefront to meet the heaviest fire."

Allen pondered for a while how to say it would appear less dangerous, "I am the commander-in-chief now, and I don't need to charge often... I don't always stand within the range of the cannon, but I need to stand away from the enemy under certain terrains and formations. Get closer to ensure your vision."

With her face still pressed against his stomach, Grace secretly kissed the buttons of his military uniform.He doesn't seem used to wearing civilian clothes anymore.

"If you need to charge in the future, can you step back a little?"

"...sorry, Grace, I can't. My soldiers are braver than the enemy because they see me brave. I can't appear to be afraid of dying..."

Grace hugged him even tighter, "I see. Bullets can't hit you, never can hit you."

Allen squatted down in front of him, tracing his face with his eyes.Grace held his face and kissed him, and asked, "Do you know why I always say to give you my luck?"

"why?"

"Because people say that if you can see Miss Grace before you go out, you will have good luck on the battlefield. I think everyone believes this, which means it works. I look at you, kiss you, make love to you, kiss you If I give you good luck, then you will be even luckier on the battlefield."

Allen threw Grace into the chair like a hungry beast, and kissed him fiercely, "You can't make me happier than I am now, or I'm really afraid of death! This is not a good thing for a soldier. "

Grace pushed his face that kept coming closer, and asked in surprise, "Really?"

"Of course not!" Allen bit his cheek, and rubbed his hard hair against his face and neck like a cat, "You can make me happy as much as you want, I can bear it... only you can do it!"

There was a knock on the door, and Eva asked outside, "Grace, do you have any oranges? Little Chris likes them, but the ones left in the cellar are not sweet."

Allen had to let go of Grace, frowning, he felt that Eva was deliberately disturbing.

Tears welled up in Grace's eyes, some from being kissed and some from being bitten.He hurriedly straightened his collar, cleared his throat, and shouted to the door: "Come in."

Eva immediately opened the door and came in. First, she expressed her dissatisfaction with Grace's loose hair and the traces of the kiss just now, then she glanced at Alan Stone with a complaining look, and walked in front of Grace.

Grace offered to give her the little basket of oranges, but she didn't want it, and took only one orange.

"Take it all away and keep it for little Chris."

"No, if the child still wants it after eating, I'll come to you again." Eva said, and gave Alan another warning look before leaving.

"What's wrong with Eva? Does she hate me?" Ellen asked.

Grace wanted to laugh a little, "Absolutely not, she trusts you very much... She just doesn't understand that kind of thing, and is afraid that you will be rough on me."

Allen showed embarrassment, he really didn't care about tenderness today.

Grace sighed and shook her head, "She thinks this kind of thing is suffering for a woman - of course, she knows my situation, but she is also afraid that I will suffer too much... Blame her father if you want, for the family All it brings is pain.”

They heard that Eva did not leave, but wandered outside the door, deliberately making noise for them to hear.

Grace smiled helplessly, "Let's go out, or she will worry all the time. I'll take you to see little Chris, he was sleeping when you went to see him today, it's late now, he has to sleep again soon Now, I have to introduce you to him."