Allen and his little bones [Western Fantasy]

It was just a dream of being sent to the orphanage, and it didn't seem to be a nightmare.

But it's not much more pleasant than a nightmare.

Eli's lips twitched slightly, wanting to respond to Alan's question, but after a long while, he just turned his head and looked at him blankly, without uttering a single word.

The lights in the room were not turned on, and the curtains were tightly drawn. Thanks to their good night vision, they were able to see each other's outlines and movements clearly in the darkness.

Alan's eyes met Eli's silently. The other party didn't answer, and he didn't urge him. He patiently waited for the person who seemed to be having a nightmare to calm down.

Noticing that the room might be dark, Allen stood up and reached out to reach the wall light switch in front of the bed.

"...don't open it."

When Alan's hand was only a centimeter away from touching the switch, Eli finally spoke in a low voice, pleading in his voice: "Don't turn on the light, okay?"

Allen took his hand back: "Okay."

Eli felt the edge of the bed on his side cave in slightly again, and a warm source of heat came back very close to him.

It was Ellen who sat back on the edge of his bed.

"Thank you." Eli said softly, "My current state may be a little...poor, so I don't really want to see the light, and I don't want you to see my current appearance."

In fact, even if there is no light in the room, Allen can roughly perceive the expression of the blond young man.

But of course he wouldn't say this out, he thoughtfully left enough tidying up space for the other party.

"It's okay." Allen, who was sitting on the edge of the bed, only adjusted his posture, and he said, "It doesn't affect me if I don't turn on the light-do you need a hot towel?"

"...Need." After a slight pause, Eli replied, his tone vaguely awkward.

It was also while talking to Allen that Eli realized that there were still tears on his face.

He thought he was just crying uncontrollably in a dream—after all, a two-month-old child is so small, even if his body is briefly occupied by an adult soul, the baby's instinct to respond to the outside world will not change, and the adult soul You have to give in to your child's instincts and use crying to express your needs.

In the dream, I became a baby in swaddling clothes, so there is nothing wrong with crying... But in reality, I also shed tears together, and I don't know if it woke up the other person in the same room from crying. It's embarrassing.

"Give."

Eli was embarrassed, and Allen had brought the hot towel over.

Feeling something moist and warm touch his cheek, Eli quickly reached out to take it: "Thank you, I'll do it myself."

"Hmm." Allen handed over the hot towel. He could tell that Eli's mood was still not good, so he sat down on the edge of the bed again, "Would you like another glass of water?"

"Need not."

Not wanting to bother Alan to run errands for him anymore, Eli shook his head after wiping his face. It is true that his emotions have not been sorted out, but compared with before, this will at least smooth out his thoughts and tell him what he wants to tell Alan Tell each other to listen.

"What I'm having shouldn't be considered a nightmare." Starting with these words, Eli couldn't help showing a wry smile. He leaned against the back of the bed, but the back of his shoulder didn't touch the hard backboard of the headboard—— Lun Zuo tucked a pillow behind his back in a smooth manner.

"..." Because of the unexpected pillow, Eli's words were interrupted. He looked at the black-haired young man with a very natural posture in the dark for a moment, and finally heaved a sigh of unknown meaning before picking up the conversation, "I dreamed I saw myself back when I was very young, being hugged by a woman wearing a hood and placed at the gate of the orphanage."

This sentence Eli said was very plain, but when the words fell, and the woman who only showed a limited appearance clearly appeared in his mind, an indescribable sense of depression stuck in his chest.

Alan knew that he hadn't finished speaking, so he didn't answer immediately, but just looked at him quietly.

After a moment, Eli continued, "I think she might be mine..."

The following words seemed suddenly unspeakable. Eli repeated "mine" twice, but still couldn't say what "mine" was.

Allen stretched out his hand, and silently patted the back of his hand, which was so tense that it almost showed blue veins.

Eli's eyes that were covered by the darkness quickly glanced at Allen, and he suddenly grabbed Allen's hand with his backhand, as if relying on this to gain enough comfort and courage, then he whispered: "...I think she might be my mother."

Before Allen answered, Eli continued talking on his own.

"Why did she put me there?"

Eli's voice was as low as a whisper when he said this, if the room wasn't quiet enough at the moment, it would be so light that it could melt into the wind.

Alan couldn't answer him that question, and Eli didn't expect anyone to.

The sentence that could not be uttered in the dream no matter what, can finally be uttered in complete words at this time... But the person who really needs to hear it not only walks away in the dream without looking back, the other party is in reality. Zhong also has been away for many years.

Except for the name and the quilt, the other party didn't leave him a word.

Even in a dream, he didn't hear the other party call his name.

...Don't you want to call?

Still feel that parting is close at hand anyway, if you call your name more, it will make you feel more reluctant, so why don't you call it at all, lest you won't be able to move quickly after turning around?

Suddenly the hot towel was stuck to his face again, and Eli was startled a little by it, his upper body reflexively leaned back, but his back bounced on the soft goose feather pillow.

As soon as the towel touches the face, it is known that it has been reheated. It has been wiped from hot to cool just now, but now it has returned to the right warmth.

"Myself……"

"I'll still come."

Allen covered most of Eli's face with a towel. He held it carefully to ensure that it would not affect the other's breathing, and gently wiped Eli's face.

"...The towel is blocking it, so I can't see it."

His voice fell on Eli's ears, unbelievably soft.

For a while, apart from the occasional shortness of breath, there was no other movement in the room.

I don't know how long it has passed, but Allen felt Eli holding his hand again.

But still did not speak.

After thinking about it, Allen said, "I still have arms and shoulders to lend you if needed."

In fact, Eli felt that he was almost ready, so he stretched out his hand to Alan, but he felt that his throat was a little uncomfortable, and he needed to slow down, so he didn't speak immediately... He didn't expect to hear Alan say such words.

"...Really?" Eli heard his nasal voice fall into the air.

And Allen is naturally telling the truth.

Interpreting Eli's words as meaning that the other party really needed arm and shoulder comfort, Alan's arm passed over the pillow behind Eli and fell on the shoulder of the blond young man.

Eli moved his body along the direction of his arm. Before he was about to lean on Alan's shoulder, for some reason, he hesitated for a moment, but Alan retracted his arm one step ahead of him, and brought his body forward together. Fluttering, he took the initiative to pull him onto his shoulder.

"Come on." Allen said, consciously offering his shoulders to comfort others.

Eli, whose motives and thoughts were not pure, just nodded in a muffled voice.

In order not to let his thinking go too far, Eli quickly found another serious topic.

He told Allen about his doubts about the footprints.

"...In your dream, she turned around and walked away not long ago, but she didn't leave any footprints?" Allen repeated the main points of Eli's words, and reasonably raised doubts, "Is it possible that a long time has actually passed? , It’s just that dreams can confuse people’s sense of time, making you feel that the timing of the two events overlapped?”

Eli thought for a moment following Allen's words, and had to admit that there was indeed such a possibility.

A certain idea that had been vaguely lingering in my mind at first seemed to be cut off following the possibility proposed by Allen.

He couldn't say why, he was a little frustrated for a moment, and unconsciously rubbed against the "thing" he was leaning against.

Feeling that Allen seemed to be looking down at him, Eli realized that he was leaning on the opponent's shoulder at this time, and the only "thing" he could touch was...

Eli: "..."

Allen kindly made a rescue: "Are you sleepy again?"

Eli: "Hmmm..."

"Then go to sleep." Allen said, planning to put the person back on the bed first, and then deal with the used wet towels and cups.

But the blond-haired young man seemed to have fallen into a sudden slumber, and turned his head slightly to the side of his neck, just touching the shoulder socket exposed by his loose neckline.

It doesn't move.

"...Eli?" Allen waited patiently for a moment, seeing that Eli really didn't intend to get up, he tried to call the other party's name.

Still no response.

Eli's breath gently sprinkled on the skin on the side of the neck, and he could feel that the skin there was heating up locally.

Allen tried to move his shoulders, trying to help someone "lower the shoulders", but he didn't realize until he moved that one of his hands was still firmly held by the other party, and Eli's other arm was also wrapped around him at some point , "hanging" the opponent's entire upper body to him.

Take the initiative to borrow someone's shoulders, but face a situation that seems to be "borrowed but not repaid".

Allen remained silent for a while.

"Forget it," he thought.

So in this slightly awkward posture, Allen put Eli and himself flat at the same time. Before the two finally lay down, he pulled down the pillow that was resting on it, and stuffed the only pillow on the bed into Eli. Lay under the head.

Although the initial situation of this night was different from what a certain enthusiastic senior had imagined, it was strange that when he returned from a night tour of Black Academy, he saw two young people finally lying on the same bed.

Hall: "...Huh?"

What's going on here?Did he miss something?

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