Did the tavern owner cook Chinese food today?

Of course, the roast rabbit was not eaten.As for the big rabbit that turned back into a skeleton form beside him, Holly hadn't figured out what cooking method to use yet.

"Help me tie my apron," Holly called.He kneaded his face and leaned forward slightly.

Wilmer stood behind him, weaving a knot with his long, white bony fingers.The bone surface is round and a bit slippery, and the rope accidentally falls off repeatedly.

How long does it take to tie a knot?Hawley stopped the meeting, wanting to look back, but worried that he would act arbitrarily and hinder the other party.

He frowned, bearing the breath from the back of his neck...a little spray, soft and gentle.

He suddenly thought of the sea breeze.

Lost Island is surrounded by the sea, except for the port, as long as you have the leisure and ability, you can step on all the beaches around it.

Not long before Wilmer decided to go to the dark camp - he vaguely remembered that he had arranged everything in advance because of a whim, and then led Wilmer directly to the sea breeze.

The evening wind kissed his ears like a dragonfly, and passed over his cheeks and lips, leaving traces of moistness.

He listened to the waves beating against the rocks, intertwined with the rhythm of his heart.Occasionally borrow the thin moonlight and look up at the bright corner.

The darkness tightly wrapped Holly's body: unlike Night Breeze, the dim environment was more like an eager lover, grabbing his hair and locking him in his arms, making him unable to breathe.

Only a little warmth gently comforted Holly, and he and Wilmer shook hands.A boy, and a boy in the process of development, with huge bones, no matter how you feed him, it's just skin and bones-it doesn't feel good to the touch, especially compared with the soft hair of the other party.

At that time, his head was in chaos, but he still kept in mind that he must control his strength, so as not to pinch the little skull so painfully that he would withdraw his hand and take away his soul.

The reality is calm and calm, but a storm is brewing in Holly's heart.He was caught up in all kinds of complex, gushing emotions.These things are usually not visible, they were dismantled one by one and buried deep in the body.

Looking back now...to use a metaphor that doesn't sound very good, but Hawley thinks it's very appropriate: drug addict.Yes, he is like a drug addict.At that time, frantically and restraintly absorbing the other party's temperature to ease the surging thoughts.

Repressed for too long, it will explode once.He thought he was relieved, but he still couldn't avoid missing the old world, the place he could never go back to.

Sometimes, he even wanted to throw everything away, and seek a way by all means, at all costs, to find a way back.

So, Hawley felt that, don't look at him holding Wilmer's hand at the moment; in fact, it was Wilmer holding him.

It seemed that at this very moment, he suddenly had the idea of ​​confessing everything to Wilmer.

Bobby was his non-blood relative, in this world.Hawley was never able to tell him the whole story, and he couldn't explain why.

Just thinking, it must be a different person.

Now he has found it.

The sea breeze has a salty and wet smell, but the smell behind it at this moment is very unique, and everyone carries their own smell more or less.

Can Wilmer smell him?Holly thought a little dazedly.He was dizzy from the heat from the back of his neck... not only, but also his back, and his shoulder blades couldn't help curling up.

I vaguely remember a saying: Only two close people can smell a special smell and become the most invisible bond in a relationship.

"Okay," said Wilmer, his tone flat.

At this moment, Holly's scalp was numb because of his sudden words, and his breath was short of breath.

As soon as he said it, Wilmer's bone fingers were still like a cat that was still full of thoughts, and its tail gently swept the owner's leg, wanting to rub it and beg for some food.

—and he adjusted the angle of the strap, brushing his bony fingers against Holly's skin.The two knew each other well, and it was just an act.

"Stop playing, you don't have obsessive-compulsive disorder." Holly was disturbed, and subconsciously popped out some words that he had never said before.

Wilmer has been with him for a long time, and without much explanation, he can guess all kinds of things based on the meaning of the words.He ignored it, and lifted a piece of string under the bow with his fingers.

His short black hair was reflected in his blood red eyes. Slowly, Wilmer silently rubbed the rope against his lips, his eyes still fixed on the black hair.

……

A few meat clips, two bowls of haggis soup.Dinner is very simple, but don't settle for it.

There is no rule of "never talk about food" in my family, and the two chewed the food slowly, talking a few words from time to time.

Holly slightly flipped the bagel over. It soaked up the gravy like a sponge, but it was not as rotten as a steamed steamed bun after being soaked in water.

Take a full bite, and the meat with green pepper flavor can still chew out the juice.If your mouth feels dry, drink some haggis soup.

When the smell of mutton disappears, all that remains is the unique flavor of mutton and haggis.It's not that people here don't like eating offal, it's just that they couldn't find a good way to cook it before.

This is the case for all kinds of stewed vegetables in Nianhua Tavern.

Most people will not reject the taste of spices. Naturally, the premise is a proper mix and an appropriate amount.It has been recorded for several years that the income from cooked food in the water largely comes from the common people.

The situation with baijiu is not much different.At first, people thought that this kind of alcohol, which was stronger than rum, was a rare thing that only the upper class nobles could taste.

As a result, Nianhua has been controlling the prices of all kinds of liquor for several years, coupled with a little "star effect" - the trend of aristocrats, so that the common people are finally willing to take this step to try and accept liquor.Then, until now, baijiu is a household name.

Success here, will failure also be here?

Tonight's haggis soup was a bit salty, Holly poured some bayberry wine for Wilmer while reflecting.

His restlessness directly affects the quality of the dishes, which is a mistake that should not be made.

"It's okay to just taste it." Holly said, meeting Wilmer's straight gaze.

As soon as he finished speaking, Wilmer took a sip immediately.

Holly was a little dumbfounded, this guy was so obedient in front of him.In the past, because the other party was underage, I had to pay close attention to some things, such as drinking.

Wilmer's drinking capacity was extremely poor. Once he only drank a little red wine to trick him, but he suddenly turned into a red rabbit, his face was hot and pink.Usually very reserved, when drunk, she prefers to rub against his arms.

I don't know if it's because of growing up, improving immunity, or some other reason, but when he grows up and comes back, he can drink a little better-adding a premise: compared with when he was a child.

Low-alcohol fruit wine is finally not poured in a glass.

It's not what it used to be... Holly tilted his head slightly and looked at Wilmer for a long time.

"Be honest," he asked suddenly, "Have you had a lot of drinking in the dark camp?"

Wilmer choked visibly, swallowing hard at his Adam's apple.The two strands of hair on the sideburns, like hanging rabbit ears, trembled with the master's movements.

brat!Holly gritted his teeth secretly, although he couldn't figure out why he was a little angry at this moment.

"Hmph, you did a lot of things behind my back." He pretended to be angry and whispered.

The person accused obviously smelled the jealousy between the words. Wilmers smiled half-smile at first, then lowered his eyes, looking obedient and waiting to be reprimanded.

Sure enough, this trick was tried and tested, but Holly was speechless.

Picking up the bowl, Holly covered up his guilty conscience.He secretly regretted why he would have acted so naively, and then smacked his emotions just now... something was wrong.

Why did he think: Wilmer has someone he likes behind his back?The child has grown up, as long as it is reasonable and does not endanger others, what kind of things cannot be done?

He felt that he was just like a feudal patriarch with a mentality of self-consciousness; but he firmly denied such a label because he did not substantially control Wilmer's freedom.

Then what was the reason that made him feel depressed?

Holly didn't dare to think deeply.

At present, there are more important things that need him to consider.You have to think about something else... He repeatedly emphasized in his heart.

By the way, the so-called "main cause" of such a terrible incident is still due to black magic.The rumor was actually related to Wilmer because of a group of people who couldn't tell the difference between dark elements and black magic.

The dark elements and the essence of black magic are two completely unrelated things.

The facts are frustrating: there are not many people who know magic; and among the other wave of "talented people", there are also magicians who don't know the situation, and they confuse the two, which is undoubtedly "evidence" for the wrong statement in disguise.

The road is difficult and difficult-the dark camp's nest is in the dark cave, what do you think on the ground, and what are they doing?Even if a magician is willing to clarify, according to the distribution of the power of the light and dark camps, the races on the ground equate "black magic" with "dark elements". !

Such a good thing, how can the Bright Holy See miss it!

After so many years, it is difficult for the magician to convince all the people with his slobber.

Thinking of this, Holly felt dizzy.He was not too worried about the matter of black magic liquor, because it was an unwarranted crime, and he was determined not to suffer from being dumb and take the blame.

The object of his worry could only be Wilmer.

The thread of myriad thoughts was drawn out at this moment.

"Black magic itself is outrageous enough, they spread rumors and hook you up with it..." Holly opened his lips.

Wilmer swallowed the food in his mouth, staring at him with dark red eyes for a moment, "What do you think?"

Hawley was confused, and responded subconsciously: "It's all nonsense."

"It's fine then, I only care about your opinion." Wilmer answered nonchalantly, gargling his mouth with bayberry wine.

"You really..." Holly laughed back angrily, wanting to scold but couldn't.Wilmer is always "messy" about these things, and he is also very stubborn, "I am not the only one who is the protagonist of the rumors, and they even put a big hat on you. If you go out in the morning to inquire about the news, there is no way you don't know, you didn't listen here, isn't it?"

Stretching one foot, Hawley extended the leg from the bottom of the table to the foot of Wilmer's stool.He was so angry that he wanted to kick lightly.

Suddenly, the other long leg quickly stretched out and hooked.With irresistible strength, tightly bound Holly's calf.

After struggling twice but not breaking free, he let the opponent go.My son's rebellion broke my heart... he sang quietly from the bottom of his heart.

"You often talk about one thing—mirror, is that what you call it? It can clearly contain a person's appearance, and at the same time let people know what they really look like. I really hope to have this thing, so that Look at how sad you look now."

Wilmer's voice was gentle and deep, and his eyes were filled with warm light.

"You're worrying about me, thank you. But I wish you were more worried about yourself, Hawley.

"Whenever something is going to happen, you don't hesitate to look at the people next to you first, even if your legs are deep in the swamp.

"You taught me before: don't be brave until you have enough ability, you have to put yourself first... Okay, okay, I'm a bad boy who holds grudges." Wilmer begged for mercy with a slight smile.

He continued: "I have always kept your words in my heart. But I have to admit that you have not "led by example" enough on this point. You have already been able to deal with it, but you often forget to focus on yourself."

Holly listened quietly, his eyes turned to the bayberry wine on the table.He felt that the strength that trapped his legs under the table gradually disappeared, and turned into an intimate relationship.

"Look more at yourself, will you?" Wilmer said almost in a whisper, "Now I'm in a position to help, and if you want, I can carry it all for you without hesitation, as long as you order. "

"But you wouldn't do that,"—and that's one of the many reasons why I'm drawn to you, Wilmer added mentally. "So, at least leave me a place so that I can help you."

"In this area, you don't have to spend energy thinking about other things. The only thing to do is to lean your head against my shoulders, back, chest... wherever you like and want to rest."

"The rest is up to me."

Holly didn't respond until the end sound fell completely.

He is like a statue, sitting at the table in a daze.Wilmer didn't speak a word, giving him enough time to understand.

As for what he understood, Wilmer naturally had no way of knowing.He washed the dishes and tidied up the dining room.Went to boil hot water for the two of them to take a bath.

After everything was done, Hawley still didn't say much, as if he deliberately avoided talking about it.

Their rooms are only separated by a wall.When walking to the other door, Holly's footsteps were inexplicably unsteady, and he walked extremely fast, as if he was running away.

"Night, good night." He didn't dare to look at Wilmer, dropped these words, and then plunged into the bedroom.

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