MTL - Lessons on Raising a Partner-Chapter 44 Sweet and sweet

Hai'an obediently shakes the Yangyang flower circled by the vines, turns off the switch of the Yangyang flower, the light in the hole gradually darkens, and finally returns to darkness.

In the silence, Hai'an can only hear the shallow breathing sound of Auguste. Even if he turns into a grass, he can see all the scenery, but now there is only an infinite dark color, but Hai'an can feel it. August's eyes must still stare deeply at himself.

A second ago, I looked at you, you are looking back at me, and when the darkness of the next moment comes, our eyes have not been removed, just like passing through the deep universe, the stars that reach the distance of several light years. Is the only light in each other's world.

"True." Auguste laughed and praised Hai'an.

Hai'an twisted his body, like drinking a glass of honey dipped in honey, smoked, a little shy, and somewhat uncomfortable. Auguste suddenly became very numb, if not the plant would not blush, then his face is definitely not red.

Auguste folded his hands and sighed softly in his hand. A few light blue lights came out of August's palm. It was not very bright, but it was clear that Auguste was almost posted at the moment. On the face of the small nest. At this time he placed Hai'an on a slightly high stone in the cave, kneeling on the ground.

And the light that he holds in his hand is like the twinkling night of every star, the most awkward starlight before the moon rises, the deeper the darkness, the brighter it becomes.

"Look." Auguste let go, his hand was a bunch of small, light blue flames, and he was gently glimpsed and scattered to every corner of the cave, instantly falling into the sea, reflected in the Auguste’s eyes, and the only island in his eyes is Hai’an.

Hai'an looked at it all, and Auguste was stretched to the ground with a dim shadow. The flame flashed slightly like a shackled plaque.

August put his left hand in front of Haian. "Come, stretch out a vine."

A thin and tender vine slowly extended through the small round window of Xiaowo, and Auguste smirked and gently pinched the vine. At the moment of being touched, Hai'an violently shook. Auguste thought that he had hurt Hai'an, and quickly released his left hand, sticking out the right hand hidden behind him, and put a small piece of blue stone on the vines in Hai'an.

"Give it to you."

Hai'an tightly wrapped around the stone, took back his own eyes and looked carefully. It turned out that this was the same as the stone left by the body of Xiaoya Julong.

After Auguste saw Haian accepting his soul stone, he lowered his head and held his hand on the edge of the nest. He put his forehead on the cover of Xiaowo, and closed his eyes and said softly: I gave my soul stone to you, you will always stay with me, even if we can't find people, I will give you more and more precious things."

"Your life will be as long as I am, I will not let me fill in your short life, and let you only occupy a short period of time in my long life..."

Auguste was still whispering, and Haian was getting sad. He circled the soul stone that Auguste gave him, and then hid it in the mud of the roots.

Yes, the life of the plant is only a hundred years old, and August has a long life. If he has been shaking the grass, one day he will wither and die. At that time, he will I can't see August.

Hai'an didn't want to change back to the person more than now, and he wanted to stay with August.

Hai’an suddenly realized that he seemed to like August.

And now, is Auguste confessing to himself?

But soon Hai'an remembered that he was still a potted plant... Auguste could not fall in love with a pot of plants.

The mood suddenly became low. Hai'an gently put the vines on the place where Auguste leaned against the nest, where there was a warmth from the body of Auguste. His vine tip was uploaded to the bottom of his heart.

Just like a bowl of warm syrup to the bottom of the bowl, you will find that there are many slags that are not completely melted, enough for you to sweeten again on a cold winter night.

"Oh." Auguste suddenly raised his head and shouted Hainan, scared that Hai'an immediately recovered the vines, and Auguste's deep eyes still looked at him firmly. "Even if you are always a potted plant, but you There is a soul stone of mine, no matter where you are, I can feel you, we will be together forever."

August has actually discovered the difference in Hai'an.

As a potted ornamental pet plant, Hai'an's IQ is too high, just like another intelligent species, but they have no human form.

For August, it doesn't matter if he has any human form. It doesn't matter if he can't talk. Everyone has his own unique expression. He can read Hai'an.

In his life of more than 500 years, only the same family, Carl, the road to find the same family is long and lonely. Later, there were other people on the Wandering, and everyone lived like a family, but they There is no home. Maybe one day, when the Wandering is stopped on a certain planet, others will find their own home. If they leave the Wandering, they will never come back.

August is still a bit selfish in his heart. He doesn't want to continue to be alone, but he doesn't think about other people who want to stay together, but the appearance of Hai'an gives him a different feeling, he even I wonder if I really have a fetish, so it is not normal.

It’s all like a destiny. There are thousands of people in this universe, but he waits for a pot of plants.

But August does not want to resist this feeling.

When you meet it, you can't separate it. The time together has become a part of life.

The plant is good, can become a person, he only wants Hai's entire life has always belonged to him.

After Auguste finished the words, his heart was soft. He said that he would do it without saying anything. He just wanted to let Haian know how important he is to himself. Auguste saw that Hai'an had hidden his own soul stone, and then stayed for a while, not knowing what he was thinking.

Suddenly, two vines were extended from the small nest and gently covered on their eyelids.

Is this trying to close your eyes?

When Hai'an saw August close his eyes, he began to stick out more vines and weave a grass ring without flowers.

The little soul stone was now shrunk back into the mud by Haian, and placed close to the roots of his own. A small piece of hard stone beats thousands of gems.

He felt that perhaps Auguste had discovered his difference. From the night they came back from the black market, he wanted to stay with Auguste. Now, Hai'an has seen his own mind.

But he can't tell August to this intention.

He can't say anything, he can't say anything.

If they don't find the fruit, and he doesn't understand the words of the world, perhaps August is still ignorant of his feelings when he dies.

He is not reconciled.

In the forest of Elune, he once saw the rituals of two elves swearing each other. Each elf has a flower of his own, growing in the tree of life where he was born, blooming in each moonlight. The night is full, when the elves meet the people they like, they take this flower and weave a corolla for the beloved.

Then, under the testimony of the other elves, they swore each other, and their souls belonged to each other.

He can't flower now, so he can't weave a corolla for Auguste.

Hai'an wrapped the vines on August's wrists, and the vines entangled each other to form a thin grass ring, and then smashed the excess vines back into the nest. The feeling of tearing off the vines is very painful, just like tearing off a piece of meat, but Hai'an is still very happy.

Now that I am yours, you will belong to me on the day I bloom.

When Auguste opened his eyes, he found a string of vine-woven grass rings on his wrist. The grass ring was connected with the pale green juice that the vines shed when they were broken. He immediately looked at Hai'an, but Hai'an stayed in the Xiaowo, and did not extend the vines, so Auguste could not see the wounds of Hai'an. He sighed and took Hai An into his arms and sat down against the wall.

The chin was gently placed on the cover of the small nest, and it took a night.

So when the next day, everyone gathered, Colin, the sharp-eyed, immediately found a string of grass rings on August's wrist.

"Hey, what is this? 贱贱 Give you a token of love?" Colin began to tease August.

But Auguste answered with a serious look, "Well."

Colin: "..."

Only Karl frowned, peering up and down the Auguste, "August, you..."

"Depart!" August interrupted Carl's words and walked forward.

When Carl saw it, he didn't say anything better. He left the hole in the snow wolf behind August.

"What's wrong?" Lidney walked around Carl and saw his attitude toward Auguste a bit strange today.

"...nothing." Carl lowered his head and suddenly added a small sentence, "You will have it."

Lydney didn't hear Carl's last sentence, "What are you talking about?"

But Carl did not continue to answer Lydney.

The guide who was doing their guide was the big wolf with a wolf. He was called Jones, and he was very tall and almost as fast as August.

"Be careful on these roads. The bugs don't know when they will get out of their feet and bite off your head." Jones didn't change back to the wolf shape, because then they couldn't communicate.

Jones was wrapped in a huge wolf-haired cloak, tight and heavy, and a trace of wind could not penetrate.