Stray

    Nimo got stuck tragically.

    What should he do next, should he answer "yes" affectionately? He should be able to do it—but his tongue seems to be in a knot, and Nemo babbles in embarrassment for a long time, failing to get a word out.

    The blankness on Oliver's face lasted for ten seconds, then gradually replaced by a larger and larger smile. Those green eyes were slightly curved with a smile, shining with pure and joyful light. He raised his eyebrows and raised his hand—a warm hand on Nemo's head.

    The hand rubbed vigorously, and Nemo could feel his sandy hair completely messed up.

    "It looks like you're not going to object," Oliver's tone was so light that Nemo had never heard the other speak in such a light voice since their journey. "Then it's decided."

    "...Okay." Nemo finally squeezed the answer out of his throat. He suddenly felt guilty and didn't dare to look at the other party's smile.

    It was faster and easier than he thought. There were no peculiar signs in the air, and his world did not have a few more colors that had never existed for a moment. The sun rose, the radiance of the morning sun filled the room, everything was quiet and warm. Oliver is still Oliver, without a sudden dazzling edge of light.

    Is this the end?

      Celebrate their success. But now the soles of his boots were glued to the floor like invisible glue, unable to move a single step.

    Is this a good sign, or a bad sign?

    Nemo thought hard, the "easy ability" in the previous relationship had long since disappeared. No book or knowledge can explain his current state, which makes him more nervous.

    Oliver saw Nemo's eyes becoming more and more erratic, and his eyebrows became higher and higher. He shook his head amusingly, and decisively hugged the man standing in front of him—Nimo was as stiff as a statue in an instant.

    "Hey, we're not getting married tomorrow." Oliver whispered in each other's ear, and the edge of the ear quickly grew red. "...Just take it slow."

    "You don't look nervous at all," Nemo muttered, wrapping his arms around the other's back almost viciously. "It's not fair."

    "I pretended." Oliver responded quickly, "Actually, I was so nervous that I almost vomited."

    Nemo tugged at the fabric of the other's back. Before anything else, he had to admit that he really liked the hug—even though they were both dirty and exhausted, and there was no romantic element at all. But the hug did make him forget all the annoying things for a moment, like the warm and lazy sunshine of autumn.

    He narrowed his eyes, let out a small sigh, and finally found a little sense of reality about the relationship - and was instantly awakened by the knock on the door.

    "...Why are you locking the kitchen?" Debbie exclaimed dissatisfiedly, "Even if I'm from Horizon... not so much, Nemo!"

    Nemo let go of Oliver awkwardly and coughed twice. He drooped his head to the door and quickly opened it.

    "Natin fell asleep, and Lisa was with her." Debbie said like a bean, and strode into the room, sweeping her eyes across the kitchen. "And neither of you are prepared for anything?"

    "Naten lost everything." Facing Debbie, Oliver was obviously not as uncomfortable as he was the first time, and he put a hand on Nemo's shoulder. "We'll get some elsewhere in a while."

    Debbie stared suspiciously at the hand, then scanned Nemo's red ears. She gave a long "um".

    "Big brother." The girl's voice even had a bit of earnestness, "You...do you have something to say to your dear sister?"

    "That's right." Nemo sullenly put an arm on Oliver's shoulder and patted Oliver's shoulder along the way. "Let me reintroduce, this is Oliver Ramon, my...er...boyfriend."

    Debbie's expression froze, mixing the very obvious "As expected" and "How can you".

    She looked like she wanted to grab the staff for a moment, dipping her fingers in the air a few times. Eventually she decides where to go—she throws her head up, trying to make herself look taller, before reaching out and grabbing the front of Nemo's robe with both hands.

    "Before you...you didn't do anything but read books in your spare time, I was afraid that you would read books and read books." She said sadly, "From the age of eight until I left. I always took all of them with me. People go all over the place to make a chance encounter with all the pretty girls in town..."

    "It turns out you like men!" She looked like she was about to cry, "If you had said it sooner, maybe you two would have been—"

    "I just found out..." Nemo answered with less confidence.

    "...you go get some food, Nemo." Debbie said suddenly and resolutely, she let go of her hand and turned her eyes to Oliver. "Lisa looks reluctant to walk away, but Nadine has to replenish her energy."

    "Debbie?"

    "Go, Nemo." Oliver's voice was smiling, "I'm not going to disappear—it looks like this lady wants to talk to me alone."

    "Come on!" Debbie pushed Nemo's back, forced him out of the kitchen, and slammed the door shut with a click.

    The two brothers and sisters are exactly the same, Oliver almost chuckled. However, when Debbie turned around, the smile on her face nearly disappeared. The girl didn't see the relaxed expression just now, she stared at the ground and sighed softly.

    "It's hard for Nemo to really 'like' someone." She spoke a lot slower, "If you're in this relationship...he must really care about you. He never hides Anyone who cares about anything."

    Oliver looked at the little girl in front of him seriously: "Do you have something to say to me?"

    "Yes." Debbie said simply, with the neatness and chill of a professional mercenary in her gestures. "I know he has an inexorable relationship with demons. Don't be nervous, I won't tell our captain... Nemo doesn't lie at all, and when he lies, his small movements are very obvious. And he told me about 'restoring memory' before. When it happened, there was no doubt that he lied. There was absolutely no need for him to hide anything from me. If he did it deliberately, then there is only one possibility."

    She tapped the white tin badge on her chest: "His position does not allow it, and he is afraid that it will be difficult for me to do it. There are only a few hostile races that cannot be accommodated, and it is not difficult to guess."

    "Thank you." Oliver put away the smile on his face and said solemnly. "Thank you for not reporting."

    "After all, I don't have any solid evidence, and of course, I won't go looking for it. Nemo is still the same, I don't think he will do anything outrageous." Debbie moved her cheeks. Curls on the side, "And I've been thinking about this possibility from a very early age."

    She raised her eyes: "Mr. Ramon, if you really like him. I hope you can know... he's a little special, he's always a little dull about feelings, cognitive and ordinary People also have subtle biases."

    "I feel a little." Oliver nodded slightly, "I don't care."

    "No, I don't think you understand." Debbie shook her head.

    Meanwhile, Nemo walked to the front yard with a purse in hand.

    He was still thinking about his "starting a new relationship with a man" when he almost bumped into Ann. The female warrior was placing one hand on the knight commander's shoulder, supporting the opponent steadily.

    "Look at the road, young man." There was a smile in her voice, "You guys are all right, it looks like it's done? Sorry, I just saw Cross fall down, go first step."

    "Godwin is gone and Nadine is resting. I'll go get her something to eat."

    "Nice job. When I saw that Lopez guy took the sword, I knew it was going to happen."

    "Where's Dylan?" Nemo looked around and didn't find the golden head.

    "I'm dizzy outside. It should be a stun spell." An gave a short "ha", "It's good for him to bask in the sun."

    "You can let it go, Ms. Savage." Adrian didn't look good. His face was pale, there were many scratches on his face, and there was obvious blood on the corner of his mouth. "I'll just rest for a while."

    "Hmm, after I burned three pages of healing spells." The female warrior frowned, "What the **** are you and Dylan doing?"

    "I'll find an opportunity to explain."

    "Anyway, I'll find a place to drop our knight commander first," Ann waved his hand, "you go and return quickly."

    Although he knew that Debbie would not really do anything to Oliver, Nemo quickly bought the soft food materials suitable for the patient, and rushed back to the witch's residence as quickly as he could. And he was about to open the door of the front yard, when a strange breath came from the back yard - it was extremely weak, as if it would disappear at any time, and it was especially like a strand of gold thread mixed in sackcloth. At the moment when his movements stopped, it suddenly weakened as if it sensed something.

    Nimo didn't hesitate, he decisively knocked over the bag containing the small potatoes in his arms, and then buried his head and pretended to pick it up. He tried to spread out the scouts carefully, while picking up the little potatoes that had spread all over the floor.

    He succeeded.

    The corner where Jesse Dillon should have fainted is standing in the empty backyard. He looked all right, his brilliant blond hair undisturbed. Jesse was still tossing the seed, murmuring something, as if talking to it.

    "They really succeeded," he whispered to it. "It's getting interesting."

    The pretty blond young man raised his head, as if scanning the sand field in front of him. Nemo knew very well—under the tossing of the orange cat, all the Dihya seeds in there should have withered. That's the king of knuckle lizards, and dealing with a dying seed is no problem.

    "I don't hate tragedies." Jesse pouted, "Try 10,000 times and then fail, this kind of story is not bad. But what to say..."

    "Only once in a while." He tossed the seeds randomly into the sand. "Had homage to the fools who work in vain."

    Then he stretched and walked calmly to the back door of the house.

    The moment the door closed, something arched out of the sand. A hint of green covered the golden yellow of the sand, followed by more green, the seeds that should have died burrowed out of the sand, and the brocade-like green quickly spread. Plants that have disappeared for a long time are growing wildly, the vines are visibly thick, and golden flower buds are drilled out.

    Nimo picked up the last little potato and straightened up.

    The backyard becomes a sea of ​​flowers.

    The appearance of the flower is puzzling. They don't seem to have a definite shape, more like a blob of molten gold. Liquid flowers bloom in the air, petals splattered like droplets, a sharp and aggressive beauty in the soft morning light. Their growth did not stop because of the flowers, and the emerald vines covered the entire sandy ground and climbed up the house and spread in all directions.

    The villagers' faint exclamations could be heard in the distance.

    And he's not the only one to spot someone's "little tricks". Adrian Cross was leaning against the wall of the corridor. There was still a trace of unnatural spell fluctuations on the former Knight Commander. In front of him, a **** peeping circle was gradually dissipating.

    Nemo took a deep breath and decided to hold this little episode in his heart first - since Jesse Dylan is determined to join the team, they still have time.

    In addition to Nadine and Lisa, the other two people in the room were unaware of what was happening outside the room.

    "I remember it very clearly, even when I was young." Debbie's voice was a little lower. "Nimo wasn't big at the time... Our brother Joshua Wright died. He wasn't careful when climbing a tree and he fell off the tree and hit his head on a rock."

    "We are all sad. Don't look at me like this, I at least knew what sadness is. We spent almost all the money and managed to give Joshua a decent funeral. But big brother he …”

    "He can't take it?"

    "No, quite the opposite. He never cried at that time, and he didn't look sad at all."

    Oliver looked silently at Debbie, who pursed his lips.

    "Then he dug up Joshua's body the next day and put it at the dining table. It was hot back then, you know..." She shrugged, "Old Patrick almost Beat him up. We buried it again that afternoon, and that night he dug up the body again and carried it to Joshua's original bed."

    "He doesn't seem to understand...well, some common sense. Then he's been trying, I can see it." Debbie took a deep breath and bowed her head to Oliver. "Nemo should be better now. But maybe at some point in the future he'll be like this again. If you really like him, then please...give him some time."

    "Please, Mr. Ramon."

    Speaking of which, it should be fine, she thought.

    She left out some insignificant details, the words were too absurd. She didn't have to say them too.

    "Joshua is 'dead'." Old Patrick in memory spit at Nemo, "Dead! No more! Stop digging, he won't—"

    In the strong corpse odor, the young Debbie hugged the rag rabbit in her arms tightly.

    "But his appearance is changing." Nemo, who was also young, retorted stubbornly, "He is just resting, and when he...gets used to it, he will move again!"

    Old Patrick was so angry: "Who told you a lie?"

    "Because I am like this." The black-haired child in the memory whispered, "Is this what I am?"

    (m..=)