Karenin's side had almost been arranged, and on the other side, Slyudin stayed in the bedroom for a while before going out to look for Vlamyquil.

He was a little curious about Vlamykiel.

This curiosity has changed from the shallowness at the beginning to the heartfelt desire to understand each other, and of course, there is an essential trace of inquiry in it.

Arriving in the hall, Slyudin looked around and soon spotted the other party in a relatively hidden corner.

A cup of bitter-looking coffee rested on the table, and Flammykiel was wearing glasses as he pored through some papers. When Slyuddin went over to say hello, Vlammykiel looked up at him.

"I think there's a lot of space in the hall." Flammykiel said, then casually closed the documents and placed them on his right-hand side.

"But here I only know you." Slyuddin grinned. At the same time, he beckoned the messenger to come over, and then ordered a lot of desserts, the efficiency here is really fast, and when the desserts are served, the table is almost full. The sweet aroma of the cake imbues the bitter coffee with an unstoppable momentum.

Vlammykiel frowned slightly. Slyudin was quick to solve the sweets, and he asked Vlammyquil if he needed it, but he refused.

About ten minutes later, Flammykiel took a sip of his coffee, and then asked for the first time, "I have a question." ”

"Excuse me, anything." Slyuddin said generously. He didn't look like a Russian at all, and Vlammykil wasn't referring to looks, but to his way of acting.

"You seem to be overly curious about me, Mr. Slyuddin."

"Do I have one?" Slyuddin blinked.

Flammykiel's beautiful green eyes glanced at the other man, and then he said directly, "You don't have a girlfriend, do you, Mr. Slyuddin." ”

"Not yet."

"I know you've spent too much time in a place where the morals aren't so strict, but Mr. Slyudin, don't forget that this is Russia, and that I'm not interested in your immodest manners in the Academy." With that, he got up with the papers and took his leave.

Slyuddin thought about the words again in the same place, and then suddenly understood, and his face turned red, and he hurried after him.

"God, I'm a decent man!" Fortunately, Slyudin was not so stupid, he didn't shout anything bad in public, but in public, two well-dressed men with a rather pleasing face pulled and pulled, which was enough to make people gossip.

"Then just go find a girl, talk, and tune*." Vlammykiel pulled his hand out and said with a look of disgust.

"That's not going to work, I'm not that kind of person." Slyuddin said that because he sensed that his actions were indeed rude, he walked with Vlammykiel without hurrying.

"I'm not interested in what kind of person you are, Mr. Slyuddin." Vlamichir said slowly, his fingers pressed a little too tightly on the paper.

"But I'm interested in you." Slyuddin said honestly, then realizing that there might be some ambiguity in his words, so he hastened to add, "I mean, you're a somewhat mysterious person. ”

"Mysterious?" Vlamykiel still didn't look up at Slyuddin, and to outsiders it didn't even look like they were very familiar friends.

"Honestly, maybe your eyes are not the same as normal people, and so are the structure of your brain. Like ordinary people, I have a pair of eyes and a nose, I have a government allowance that pays well, and I work diligently for taxpayers. Sometimes I have to deal with some harassment outside of work, and I really can't think of any mystery about myself. ”

Immediately after saying this, the blond-haired young man suddenly stopped, causing Slyuddin, who was following him to follow him, almost slap his head in the face.

Vlamykiel hooked his lips and smiled: "Or do you have any messy associations and assumptions that you want to put on me?" ”

Slyuddin looked a little stammering: "You, are you angry?" I just want to be friends with you. ”

"Angry? How so? Vlammykiel smiled widely.

"Last time you said I was as pale as a ghost, last time you nervously asked if my family had anything to do with vampires, last time you tried to see if I was still messing around with the countess, etc., how could I be angry about this series of things? According to your logic, I should politely ask you what your family is related to the werewolves who like to whine when the moon is full? ”

"Very well, Mr. Slyudin, it seems that you have realized that we cannot be friends, so I advise you not to waste any more efforts. Standing in front of you is just an ordinary person, who doesn't look very healthy, but I don't need a doctor or psychotherapy. If you're idle, find a random lady or a man, or pick a horse in the stable, there are many breeds, and there is no shortage of thoroughbred horses. Good night, Mr. Slyuddin, I hope I don't have to see your stupid face again until breakfast tomorrow. Have a nice night. ”

The blonde young gentleman saluted, and it was the standard goodnight salute to say goodbye to the lady.

Slyudin stared at the young man's back with a shocked look, and did not retract it until it disappeared around the corner.

"Looks like I'm completely annoying." Slyudin muttered, touching his nose.

Instead of going back to his bedroom, Slyudin went to the hot springs.

Vlamykiel returned to his room, the smirk he had reined in.

Some people who are not familiar with them often say that he resembles Karenin.

Like?

Vlamykiel gave a cool smile to the somewhat pale young man in the mirror.

He pulled up a chair and sat down by the window, his fingers still touching the paperwork. He flipped it open and looked at it again, then leaned back in his chair, his eyes closed.

Those memories that flickered away were wreckless in his mind.

One moment it was the laughter of a woman, the next it was the crying, the next it was the sound of gunshots.

For three minutes, he was silent, then his fingers twitched and his eyes opened.

Flammykiel examined the document again by the light, then took the letter out of the mezzanine. The handwriting was calm and powerful, and an important signature was missing.

Vlamykiel knew what awaited the place where the signature was signed.

The handwriting had even been sketched in his mind countless times.

In the end, he picked up the pen and signed it.

While the ink was drying, there was still a shadow in Flammykiel's eyes. His fingers touched the place near his heart, where there was a small scar. He was the one who had dealt with death, and he still loved that woman so much.

Vlamykiel remembered the lady.

Even though she was older than him and had been married for many years, she still looked like a maiden to him. Those soft eyes, soft words, and even just a smile when they looked at him. It's beautiful every time I think about it. Everything about her was something he wanted to cherish and protect.

Yes, it is......

In the children's room of the suite, after Seryosha had finished eating the pudding, Anna asked him to get up and walk around for a while, and soon Karenin returned, half an hour earlier than expected.

The heat of the hot springs made Karenin's skin a little red, like a shrimp that still maintained its majesty in the heat.

"I'll take care of him in the bath." Karenin said he was wearing clothes provided by the spa, which was very different from the usual rigorous three-piece suit and coat.

Anna did not doubt Karenin's ability, and she took something and planned to soak herself.

"I suggest you take a shower and go to bed early Seryosha." Karenin said.

Seryosha put down his soldier toy, he now prefers the little train, but he is not allowed to take it with him during the journey.

"Can I get a toy?"

"It can only be a rubber duck." Karenin said that he thinks that there are many germs in soldiers, and rubber ducks can be tolerated.

"Okay then." Seryosha was a little frustrated, but still picked up the rubber duck.

When he got to the bathroom, Seryosha stripped himself like a calf, scrubbed himself, and then turned to Karenin for help.

"Father, I need you to wipe my back." His eyes flickered, he had not turned to Karenin for help before, but after all this time, after confirming that his father loved him, he did so.

"I didn't realize that you needed someone to wipe your back before." Karenin frowned.

"But, but now we're outside." Seryosha muttered, "I heard Kabidonich say that the father of a child usually helps them bathe. ”

Karenin glanced at the boy who had already rubbed himself to the point of small bubbles, then rolled up his sleeves and stepped into the bathroom.

"You have to tell me the strength, Seryosha, the strength of adults and children is not the same."

"I will, Father!" Seryosha's eyes lit up.

Karenin applied a layer of shampoo to Seryosha's delicate hair and rubbed it gently.

Seryosha seriously fiddled with the rubber duck toy in his hand, and finally glanced inadvertently in the mirror, only to find that his hair had been piled up like a pile of sand.

"Father, my hair is not a toy." Seryosha reminded the other party.

Karenin paused, then flattened the pile of sand and coughed slightly.

It may not be easy to bathe a young boy, but Seryosha is perhaps the most cooperative boy in the world, so Karenin's first trip to whitewash his son went so smoothly that when he wrapped Seryosha and dried his hair, Anna came back to see a very peaceful scene.

"Looks like I'm worried in vain."

Seryosha's hair was moist and sticking to his head, and Karenin was combing his hair neatly with a comb, and the father and son looked so similar, even the direction of the hair was the same.

"Maybe you're taking care of him more often on weekdays, but I can do it well, I just need more practice." Karenin defended himself.

"Okay."

"Then Seryosha, it's time for you to go to bed."

"I'm not sleepy yet, Mom." Seryosha said this, but actually yawned a little. His face and pouting mouth made him look so cute.

"You're sleepy, you'd better sleep now. Do you want to come and hear the story? ”

"Yes." Seryosha nodded.

Anna smiled, then looked at Karenin: "Look, Alexei, when your son wants to listen to a bedtime story, you need to fulfill this little wish of his son." ”

Karenin almost looked at his wife with an incredible look, but in the end he did not do so and decided to fulfill Seryosha's wish.

Occasionally he could have done that, if that was his son's request.

Seryosha was lying under the quilt, his mother on his left hand side, who held his hand and sometimes touched the soft hair on his head, while on his right hand side sat his father in a chair, not wearing a civilian uniform or a three-piece suit, but a nightgown, and they even wore the same hairstyle.

"That's good." Seryosha sighed quietly.

"What?" Karenin asked.

"Oh, nothing, father, I want to hear this story." Seryosha flipped to a certain page of the book, which was a story about a rabbit and a fox.

As last time, when Karenin finished reading the story in that tone of a statement, Seryosha had long since fallen asleep, his little head tilted to the side, snoring from exertion.

"The next time he makes such a request, I will tell him that it is not polite for someone to fall asleep while someone else is fulfilling his wish." Karenin grumbled subtly.

"Don't complain, Alexei, the purpose of reading bedtime stories to kids is to put them to sleep. You have to thank Seryosha for a good job. Anna smiled.

Karenin said: "I am not complaining, Anna, you should notice that my tone is the same as usual. ”

"Don't make excuses, there's a little wrinkle in your eyebrows when you complain."

Karenin stopped talking, his eyes fixed on the book.

"Just like the last story, two different species like cats and dogs can be friends, and even have some kind of cross-species friendship, as are rabbits and foxes today. I also found out that they are the same author, the most popular home nowadays, but I think his stories are completely detached from reality and logic. Karenin chattered calmly.

"Isn't that great?" Karenin's voice was interrupted by Anna's voice, who looked up at her.

"Whether it's logical or intellectual, sometimes, they don't make sense for everything. But I guess it's not that bad. Anna smiled, her finger tapping lightly on the illustration of the fox and the rabbit looking at each other.

"You like the story?" Karenin asked.

"I don't know, but I don't hate it. It's weird, but it's still something cute. "Anna is a bit contradictory when she says what she thinks, but it's very real and honest.

"I still don't fully understand these fairy tales."

"Didn't you read them in your childhood?"

"Yes. They are not beneficial. Too many resemblances can be detached, and when I was a child with delusions, I remember hearing about an incident when I was a kid who jumped off the balcony on the second floor just because he saw these ridiculous stories and felt that he had wings. Then he lay at home for three months. Karenin took seriously the memories of his childhood about the existence of fairy tales.

"That's kind of scary. Humans are not birds, and they can't fly without wings. But he firmly believed he was. I was convinced again at that time that fairy tales are not good for children. ”

"But you didn't stop Seryosha from reading them." Anna noted.

Karenin did not answer immediately, but said after a while: "I thought that disciplining children should be more of a duty for wives and governesses, and as a father, I can do more to teach him some rules of life." I have always believed that a clear division of labour between husband and wife is essential. ”

"So, even if you don't agree, you don't interfere more with the way I discipline Seryosha?" Anna asked.

Karenin furrowed his eyebrows slightly: "Honestly, Anna, you doted on Seryosha a little too much, and during the previous time, I thought you were doing better, but now, you are back to your old ways." ”

The man seemed to mean that from his point of view, he didn't see any "discipline" behavior by Anna towards Seryosha. If you are an ordinary person, it can almost be regarded as an accusation.

Anna couldn't help but laugh.

"He's so cute, isn't he, everyone can say no to his Bambi-like eyes."

"I couldn't agree more." Karenin thought about it for a moment and said. Anna's next sentence made him think something else.

"Truth be told, his eyes are very similar to yours, Alexey. I love them. ”

"You like it."

"Yes, I like it."

Anna's face was a little red, but she decided to be honest about it.

She's not the kind of person who is afraid of anything, and if she decides one thing, it's that she's going to do her best.

"I'm very happy." Karenin said.

He was strangely poor in the words he used to describe his mood, after all, a man like Karenin was so clever in officialdom. And such a person, when it comes to himself, or his own mood, the word to express joy is just that sentence "I'm happy", and the cycle repeats, and maybe decades later he will not think of changing to a more romantic sentence.

If someone else were in Anna's position, most of them would still be inevitably disappointed.

But it was precisely in this way that Anna became the person Karenin cared about.

Everything in the world seems to be predestined by God, but whether it is destined to be good or bad is always determined by people.

Even if you don't understand human feelings, because of the environment, you lack a kind of perceptual perception, but bravery and wisdom can make up for all this.

"So, a man like Karenin, only I can stand side by side with him, only me."

It didn't take long at all to come to this conclusion.

It's shorter than any goal, but it's more important than any decision, and, willingly.

Emotional matters are not 100% rigorous, and the future is not visible and tangible, just as Karenin's understanding of fairy tales is uncontrollable because of its lack of rationality and logic, and is therefore classified as useless books by him.

But even so, in Seryosha's choice, Karenin still did not interfere.

Anna saw this as a form of connivance on the part of Karenin.

For people like them, what scares most is not obviously a powerful challenge, but uncontrollable.

Such as feelings.

Invisible and intangible, not logical, too emotional, sometimes disturbing people to make rational thinking, but it makes people happy.

"Alexey, only I can be worthy of you." Anna said, with a smile hidden in the corners of her mouth, confident and honest.

The woman's smile and demeanor made Karenin shake like never before.

He has never cared about what others say about him, and he cares about decency because in his position, if this rule is not followed well, it will not benefit him at all if he is caught.

Karenin's pride and conceit were in a kind of calm, he was in a high position, and he was often praised by others, but Karenin knew very well that such hypocritical words were nothing more than what he wanted from him, high office, power, money, etc., and the hypocritical words were like a needle, wrapped in cotton cloth, and only a stupid person would believe it, and if he really took it and put it on top of the meat, he would be pricked and pricked, and then regret.

Karenin will not.

He knew exactly what he wanted.

Those who flatter him cannot give it, and those who are above him do not have the special qualities that he needs to admire, and can even be conceited to say that he is loyal to the country, and so far he has not found any independent person who can obtain his loyalty.

Karenin never said these words.

But now, from Anna's eyes, he seems to see the most true self.

He suddenly realized: It turned out that in her eyes, I was always such a person.

A feeling of fullness churned in Karenin's chest, which then turned into a thick precipitating feeling. His blue eyes looked silently at his wife, and he kissed her.

Now his pride and conceit, even the only reverence, are dedicated to his wife.

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