Heather who counterattacked

Love becomes possessive and selfish.You can no longer be content with being alone.

Cyril was not surprised to see Lance suddenly one day.

This man used to be like a nightmare, not to mention seeing him with his own eyes, just thinking about him would inevitably remind him of the fear of being deceived and dominated.Even now that many things have been relieved, he still appears in his consciousness from time to time like a lingering cloud. This is not a good experience, but there is no way to get rid of it.

In fact, there was no class that day. He sat in the school library for a long time, and found that he had left an important document at home and couldn't write the thesis, so he packed his things early and came back.Still at the entrance of the alley, I met a group of wild cats basking in the sun. I glanced at them, but they didn’t come close. I squatted down far away, and opened the paper bag I carried with me. Inside was the lunch prepared for him by Naiden. Sandwiches and ham pies are fed to cats in paper bags.The cats bypassed him and went straight to the afternoon tea. Cyril didn't dare to touch him, Kroen would go crazy, and no cat dared to touch him. The utterly beastly aura left on him was enough to make these wild cats tremble.

The lazy afternoon sun shines on the lush plants, and the tranquil and peaceful atmosphere makes these alleys present a fairytale-like beauty.There are no people coming and going. This block is mostly elderly people. They can sleep until close to dusk after a nap. Most of the young people are working outside. After sunset, they are not in a hurry to go home. They can get into a restaurant everywhere. The bar stays until midnight - after all, after ten o'clock at night is the busiest time.

The pace of life in Spain is surprisingly slow, and the laziness and enjoyment of the people here is also famous in the world.Salamanca is a small city, and young people are mostly in the city center and university town, while the old and secluded neighborhoods here maintain a traditional and slow pace.And Cyril adapts well to this pace.

In the hallway, I changed my shoes, took off the coat I had put on due to the weather change, and walked into the living room to see a figure sitting on the sofa with coffee.The strong bitter taste and the mellow taste of the cookies blend together, reflecting the warm light coming in from the window, adding a lot of fun to the childish words of children playing house.

Cyril glanced at Kroen, who was squatting beside Lance, and then at the child who was sitting on the carpet and raised his head to greet him. After two seconds of silence, he put down the books and file bags on the bar by the wall, and picked up the glass Kettle poured himself a glass of water.

The little ones especially love Naiden.All kinds of fruit cookies and fancy cakes produced by the butler are very popular in the neighbourhood.After discovering that the new neighbors who moved in were surprisingly talkative, groups of children came knocking on the door every afternoon, so Naiden baked a lot of biscuits and cakes every day, filling the whole home with cooking warmth and sweetness. greasy aroma.

Cyril finished drinking the water, put the glass away, looked at Lance again, felt that he had nothing to say to this man, put his books on his back and walked up the stairs to the study room—almost as soon as he turned around and realized his intention, shoulder It was the first weight, and Kroen landed on him silently, lazily wagging his tail and went upstairs with him.

He sat alone for a while in a room full of bookshelves, and after a daze, he realized that he had forgotten what he had just thought.

Lance used to give him a headache, but whether it was resentment or gratitude, it gradually faded with the thorough burial of his parents.He was finally able to face this person with a calmer attitude... Maybe it was too calm.Cyril closed her eyes, and slowly rubbed her forehead with her hand, thinking about what Mrs. Lamani said, and felt that it was true.

His heart has been completely silent, and it is difficult to make any waves.Joy, anger, sorrow, and joy become just superficial things.He changed his life and tried hard to find the things he loved, but when he watched everything, he still had no sense of substitution like a bystander.He thought of the children downstairs playing with toys, and even admired that kind of pure happiness.

After brushing the cat's fur, I got up and found the book that I had left behind before, opened the book and various materials, and continued to write the thesis.

Not long after, Naiden knocked lightly on the door of the study, and there were tapas and coffee for afternoon tea on the tray.The evening light has changed from warm to cool.Salamanca gets cold very early every year. After October, the temperature reaches the point where you need to wear a coat. The architectural structure of Stone City makes the environment even colder after nightfall.Fortunately, the long-term living habits have made the people here full of enthusiasm. Even here, at least two days a week, there will be neighborhood parties in the streets and alleys.

"What do you want for dinner?" Naiden's eyes flickered slightly, "The guests downstairs ordered paella and cheese ice cream... Would you like to have some razor clams and red shrimp?"

To be honest, Naiden didn't know the identity of the person downstairs.He could also feel the strange and incongruous atmosphere between Cyril and that person a few times before, but he could find him just by looking at him, even—even though Cyril went upstairs without talking to him—but Didn't he acquiesce in the meaning that that person can stay... probably he knows that that person is not ordinary to him.

Naiden would have liked to see Cyril have more friends.He didn't think that Cyril would stay in this small town for a long time, even if he made a clean break with the past, it would only be short-lived, and he would have to go back sooner or later.It's good to relax during the holidays, but it can't be too extreme.The current Cyril looks happier, but it is only for him who was heavy in the past.The owner's poor appetite and excessive addiction to books are still a headache for the housekeeper.

"Okay." Cyril replied.

The butler walked away with a tray in his hands.Cyril picked up the coffee and moved the snacks to Kroen.

When Cyril pulled his head out of the book and looked around, there was no sign of the cat around him.He got up and opened the window and looked down. All the lights on the street were turned on. The shining stone walls, fragrant plants, bright lights and faint singing dilute the coolness of the night, making it look more like It is a world in fairy tales.

Cyril went downstairs and found that there was no one in the living room.The children's building block toys have been packed away, and the scattered dinner plates and pastries are gone.The smell coming from the kitchen is slightly fishy and strong... Naiden is in the kitchen.

The commoner sofa that Lance sat on before was empty, not even Kroen was there.Without even thinking about it, he knew who had abducted his cat. His eyes paused for a moment on the small coffee table with the crystal bottle between the sofas. The empty bottle was originally used for decoration, but now he saw The black rose in full bloom in the bottle... After two seconds of silence, I kicked off my shoes, stepped on the fluffy carpet with bare feet, and sat down on a sofa. The aroma permeates with the sound of burning.

Cyril casually took a book not far away, glanced at it, it was the paella cookbook that Ben Naiden was reading, flipped through it, and found out how to mix various ingredients.Idle and idle, turn to the first page and start reading seriously.

Naiden brought the dinner plates to the table one by one, and when they were almost set, the door opened with a step, and Lance appeared at the door with Kroen on his shoulder.In the tube made of paper circles in one hand is a large handful of seafood skewers, and in the other hand is holding a huge crepe.Kroen's head probably just got out of the crepe, the long hair on his face was fuzzy, and even his beard was covered with the smell of custard. When he saw Cyril, he wagged his tail in a good mood , softly meowed.

Xi Ruier... Xi Ruier couldn't hide the disgust in his eyes.

The hair on Kroen's body exploded a little, and he jumped off Lance's shoulder with a swish, and rushed into the kitchen to ask the housekeeper to help him wash his face.

Lance put the things in his hand on the table, and looked at Cyril who walked over with a half-smile: "Your neighbor...is really warm."

Cyril noticed he was using honorifics.I wondered what the hell this guy was going crazy for.

Compared with his casual home attire, still wearing a long suit and looking at the very formal Lance - this person seems to be more suitable for blending into the environment of this small town than him.After going out for a walk, the smoke and smoke remaining on his body were not covered up by his own temperament, but softened a bit to be serious.

Naiden took out a large bowl of paella, then picked up Kroen who was entangled with him, and went to help it bathe.The two sat down and began to eat, until the butler came out again, the table was still silent.Cyril ignores people, and Lance obviously enjoys himself.

After eating, Kroen saw Cyril sitting lazily on the sofa, and then jumped on Lance's shoulder, instructing him to take him out for a walk.The butler smiled and tied a napkin around the cat's neck, obviously knowing what Kroen wanted to do.Even if you are already full at home, you always want to try something different, just like a child.

Cyril looked at the wall fire without looking up, you little traitor!

Naiden was carrying a box of macarons he made by himself and was going to the midnight party in the alley. He saw Cyril sleeping on the sofa, and before leaving, he went to the fireplace to add some more firewood.

Halfway through the sleep, Cyril suddenly became nervous, feeling that the hairs on the back of his neck were about to stand on end, and suddenly opened his eyes.Even the calmest person was frightened when he saw the person in the field of vision who looked down at him.

Lance was silent for a moment, then suddenly laughed—probably because he thought his current appearance was very interesting.

Xi Ruier covered her eyes with her hands, feeling more irritable than ever: "Why don't you leave?"

He overestimated himself, this man was dangling in front of his eyes, and he had no patience to remain calm.

"Don't you need to say goodbye to the former master?" Lance said with a smile.

Cyril was indifferent.

"Escape is not the solution to the problem." The voice was so soft that it was even lazy, with a tone that made one's scalp tingle. This person once again used honorifics, "Your eyes——are still empty. Nothing."

The current Cyril can be said to have completely jumped out of his palm.Lance was caught off guard and unprepared, watching him jump out, watching him return to the impenetrable and invulnerable Duke of Silvermoon before.That's why Lance resumed honorifics.

Originally, he wanted to ask him how long he would stay here—when he knew that this kind of life would not help his mental state at all.At the end of the day, he took a rough look at Cyril's life. Lance stood outside the library of the university and stared at him for a while, and then came to the neighborhood where he lived to experience it. It was a very nice and leisurely place. , but to no avail.

Mrs. Lamani should have reminded him of this long ago, but Cyril was obviously still very defensive, and he didn't fully reveal his heart.And this is the problem, he obviously has the idea of ​​asking for help, but facing the only doctor who can help him, it is still difficult to fully trust him.In other words, the closed part of him is difficult to open even by himself.

Lance knows that Cyril himself has a good knowledge of psychology, and most psychological techniques don't work for him, and he even has a certain degree of hypnotic immunity.Although Lance has no attainments in psychology, he is used to seeing people's hearts. He clearly realizes that devious strategies are useless to this person.

"This has nothing to do with you." Cyril's tone remained unchanged.

Lance put his hand on the armrest of the sofa, and leaned slightly closer. His elegant and melancholy demeanor made him seem to be thinking about something very important, but his pupils like the deep sea were smiling: "You know, this Not your world."

"You will always come back." He said in a low voice.That voice was like a magic sound coming from the abyss.

Lance sometimes really doesn't want to admit it, but he feels that Cyril is naturally suitable for the world of shadows—yes, he looks as dazzling as a god of light—but he exudes a kind of grayness and shadows from his bones. Unpredictable and dissociated temperament.

Light is useless to him, perhaps shadow and gloom are the good medicine to heal him.

Cyril's expression was tense, her heart was beating violently, and there was a kind of anger and sadness that had been punctured.He wanted to refute, but his head was a little dazed for a moment - he instinctively began to think about the correctness of Lance's words.

"You know, I love you," said the slow tone with a strange softness, Lance smiled, and lightly pinched his chin with a soft leather gloved hand, "I don't care where you go... Because, sooner or later, you have to come back to me."

Cyril clasped his wrist abruptly, this frivolous move made his expression turn cold all of a sudden.

Lance took his time to loosen his chin, flung his elbow to free his fingers, and even grabbed his hand with his backhand.Then leaned down and kissed the corner of his lips lightly.

Clauris just walked into his heart in an unexpected way at an unexpected time, and Ulysses became the scar on Cyril's chest with the most tragic ending, neither of which has any reference value, blue Si didn't think about changing his position at all.He has always felt that the only way to deal with Cyril is to be ruthless.

Tear his chest apart and destroy his will. Only in the darkest and most oppressive situation can his soul burn with fiery and true sparks.Rather than watching his slow self-destruction, it is better to just let this person burn his life.

What's more, Lance never thought he would fail.

From this perspective, he may have to thank Mrs. Lamani.She washed away the burden of Cyril's past feelings, which meant that every point he added to the blank would be extremely profound.

"And, thank you for your hospitality."

Cyril's hair stood on end, his hair stood on end, and he almost jumped up from the sofa.For the first time, I regret not having a gun at hand.

"Meow~" Kron's cat's head suddenly poked out from the coffee table, stepped on the armrest with its forelimbs, tilted its head, and stared at him innocently.

After a moment of distraction, I turned around and lost sight of Lance: "Little traitor!"

Cyril is about to explode.Being offended in this way made his blood flow, and he was convinced that there was absolutely no possibility of peaceful coexistence between himself and Lance!

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