phantom nightingale

It was gone, the blood on the arm was wiped clean, and the wound was also given medicine.There was water and towels at the foot of the bed, and a suit of clothes beside the bed.The boy took off the clothes on his body, wiped off the filth on his body with a towel dipped in water, and changed into the clothes beside the bed.The clothes are a bit too big, probably the man's own clothes.The shirt was put on, covering half of the thighs, and the hands were covered by the too long sleeves.The boy had no choice but to roll up his cuffs, and finally exposed his hands. He buttoned up all the buttons, but the skin on his chest was still exposed, and the collarbone could still be seen vaguely.The boy tried on the trousers and gave up, his waist was too thin and the trousers would fall down.So, he had to put back on his original trousers.It's dirty, but it's better than nothing at all.The man's breath on the clothes made the boy feel very at ease, and reminded him of the warmth of sleeping on a man's neck before.Where is the man now?Writing sheet music at your desk?The boy walked out of the room and was about to go to the man's studio when he heard the singing, so he limped against the wall and followed the singing.

The boy came to a room he had never seen before. He hid outside the door and looked around. He saw the man facing a piece of glass the size of a door, and a beautiful girl was on the other side of the glass.The girl didn't seem to see the man, she sang while facing the glass.The boy suddenly realized that it should be a one-way glass, and the girl's side should be just a mirror.After the girl finished singing, the man gave some pointers. "Christine," the teenager heard the man call her.Seeing the man's eyes focused on the other side of the glass, the boy suddenly felt a little jealous. He quietly left and returned to the man's studio.

Welcome to Christine, welcome, everyone applaud~

[-]. Healing

As soon as he entered the door, seeing the plants all over the room, the young man felt his eyes a little moist.He walked up to the plant bearing his favorite seed and reached out to pick it...

"Don't touch!"

The boy turned his head and saw the man angrily walking over and grabbing his wrist forcefully.The boy wanted to say something, but he coughed as he opened his mouth. He struggled hard to free his hand.You hurt me!The boy raised his head and glared at the man.Only then did the man realize that he was pushing too hard, and he let go of his hand. Seeing the boy frowning and rubbing his wrists, the man said softly, "Sorry. But you shouldn't be walking around and touching my things." After finishing speaking, The man also checked the sheet music on the table, and was relieved when he saw that he hadn't been moved.

What belongs to you is obviously mine.Aren't these all prepared for me by you?The young man curled his lips. You were not angry when I messed up your desk before. Why now...is it because of that girl!The boy also knew that he was making trouble for no reason, the girl's singing voice was not as good as his own.And men don't actually "know" themselves.

The man looked at the clothes on the young man and said, "The clothes are a little too big. I didn't have time to find you a suitable one. These are my own clothes. Why are you still wearing the original pants? The ones I prepared for you are too big?"

The teenager nodded, um, it's too big.

"Then I'll find a suitable one for you tomorrow. Sit down first and wait for me," the man turned and left the room after finishing speaking.

The boy turned his head and saw two chairs next to a small table. He raised his injured leg and jumped over with one foot.Sitting on the chair, he turned around and saw a stack of books on the small table.Pick up the top one and have a look, it is a book about birds.Turning to the bookmarked page, that chapter is Nightingale, how did you know it?Well, there is a picture of a nightingale on it. Although it is not the bird-shaped one, and it is not as bright and beautiful as my own feathers, it is still a nightingale.Nightingale couldn't understand the densely packed words on it, but she understood after seeing a few illustrations of seeds and flowers. Isn't this the plant that the man had found for himself?Then this book probably talks about some things like Nightingale's recipes!I picked up the bookmark and saw that it was my own feather.When did you lose your feathers?When did men collect it?Still bookmarked?

Picking up the second book, the bookmark is its own feather again.How much hair have I lost?The boy sighed, touched his arm, and felt the sparse feathers on his body through his clothes, feeling a little unhappy.On the page where the bookmark is located, there is a hand-painted image of himself in the shape of a bird.Well, it seems that men have found what they are.

Hearing footsteps suddenly, the boy hurriedly put the book back to its original position, put his hands on his knees, and looked obediently at the man who entered the door.The man glanced at the "well-behaved" boy, then looked at the top two books on the pile of books next to him and changed their positions. He didn't say anything, but he remembered that after Nightingale messed up his desk, it was just like that. He looked at himself "obediently".This boy really looks like Nightingale!

"Eric."

Um?The boy looked at the man suspiciously.

"My name is Eric," the man pushed the stack of books away and put down what he was holding. "What's your name?"

The boy did not answer.

The man asked again: "Do you have a name?"

The boy shook his head and looked at the man pitifully.

"Then I'll give you a name?"

The boy smiled and nodded.

"Just call you Nightingale!"

The boy was surprised and delighted, did you recognize me?He looked up at the man happily.

"It seems that you like this name very much. Your voice is very similar to the nightingale I raised. But it is gone. Those plants are prepared for it. Don't touch it casually."

The boy lowered his head in disappointment, so he didn't recognize me!However, at least I know the man's name.It turns out his name is Eric!Eric, hey.The boy silently recited the man's name several times in his heart, and suddenly became happy again.

"Speaking of nightingales, have you ever seen a nightingale? It's olive brown, with two white eyebrows, and a bright orange throat. It's about this big." Eric made a gesture, then remembered something, picked up the small In the book above, I turned to the page with illustrations, and pointed it to the young man, "That's how it looks."

uh, are you looking for me?But I can't explain it to you now!Forget it, I'll tell you when my throat gets better!You will be delighted!Thinking of this, the boy shook his head.

"Can you speak?"

The boy hesitated for a moment and nodded, he should be able to say it, right?

"I'm referring to speaking human language, not bird singing. Although you learn it very similarly, it sounds very good. If you use your voice to sing, it must sound very good."

As soon as the boy opened his mouth, he stopped the slender fingers pressing on his mouth.

"Hush! Your voice is not good yet, don't talk. Don't ruin such a beautiful voice." Eric said, pinching the boy's chin with his hand.Following the strength of his hand, the boy raised his head, his eyes full of doubts.Eric opened his mouth, brought the candle closer, and looked down his throat by the candle's light.The boy obediently opened his mouth and closed his eyes, not daring to let his breath out.Eric looked at it, and his eyes moved to the boy's face.The boy... is very delicate, with olive brown curly hair, which looks a bit messy, but the disheveled look is like the fluff of a baby bird, and looks very soft, and the two eyebrows are white for some reason.The boy's eyelashes were very long, probably feeling Eric's gaze, trembling slightly.The closed eyes are dark brown and extremely watery.Eric realized that he had been watching for a long time, and quickly withdrew his hand.The boy closed his mouth and opened his eyes to look at him.

"It's still a little red. Let's rest for a while! You take off your clothes, here is the medicine, you apply it yourself." Eric pointed to the thing he put on the table just now.

The teenager nodded, watching Eric return to his desk and work.He glanced at Eric's back and saw that he was concentrating on his work. After hesitating for a while, he suppressed the idea of ​​going back to the room where he slept before to apply the medicine. After wrapping it up, I put my pants back on.Then, he took off his shirt again, and after applying medicine to his chest and abdomen, he couldn't see his back after twisting a few times.The boy curled his lips, he couldn't see how to apply the medicine?The human body is really troublesome. I used to be able to comb the feathers on the back with ease.

The teenager limped to the table and tugged at Eric's cuff.In fact, Eric had been pretending to be serious about his work. Hearing the sound of the young man getting dressed and undressed behind him, he tried hard to resist the urge to turn around.Because the boy is very similar to Nightingale, he couldn't help but refer to him and Nightingale in the way he gets along with the boy.It was like this when he first met Nightingale.Hearing the sound of Nightingale eating on the plants behind him, although he was very curious, he didn't dare to look back, because as soon as he turned his head, Nightingale would hide immediately.Therefore, he didn't dare to look back now, and he shouldn't have seen the boy take off his clothes.

Hearing the boy's footsteps approaching, he felt the boy tug on his sleeve.The man immediately turned his head: "Prescribe good medicine..." What caught his eye was a piece of white skin, and the boy hadn't even put on his clothes yet!However, seeing the glaring red marks on the skin, a sharp light flashed across Eric's eyes, "What's wrong?"

The teenager handed Eric the medicine in his hand, turned around, and turned his back to him.Eric understood that the teenager couldn't reach the wound on his back.Eric carefully applied the medicine to the boy. As soon as his hand touched the boy's body, he felt the boy tremble, "Too strong?"

The young man shook his head.

Eric quickly administered the medicine to the teenager as gently as possible, "endure the pain," and waited until the medicine was finished, Eric