Like a sudden brocade of flowers, blooming the most dazzling magnificent scenery in front of him, he is overwhelmed, he can't extricate himself.

He was even willing to turn against him, though he didn't know who he was going to let go.

Every time it comes to this kind of time, for him, those stories that have been painful alone are not important, it doesn't matter if he pours out his heart, it doesn't matter if he wants him to remember everything, his good intentions are originally to see him in front of his eyes again, so as long as it is realized, he should not be burdened, and such forced gratitude is not a shackle he wants.

It was still in the moonlight, taking advantage of the glittering reflection as the snow melted, and the man's face provoked a touch of surprise.

You may not be mistaken......

I'm sure I'm not mistaken.

You read that right!

At least for his unauthorized appearance, the man is not disgusted.

He doesn't want all this to be engraved into eternal affection, as long as it doesn't turn into ashes.

"Are you really here?"

Joy? Or is it a mockery...... No, there seems to be some surprises, but there are still more surprises.

Will didn't know that he could analyze the tone of someone else's sentence so meticulously.

Excited like a hairy boy, he came to this world for the first time, holding the vivid joy and sorrow and couldn't find the direction.

So, hope for this truth...... Don't be desolate.

"I said I'd bring you wine!"

Will came under the tree, raised his arm to bypass the windswept guns, and handed him the flask.

The man didn't reach out to catch it, but sat up first and hooked the corners of his mouth. "Aren't you coming up?"

Will's face changed, and then he replied in a somewhat vague tone, "No, no...... I prefer to stand on the ground. ”

The man laughed deeper, but didn't hold on further.

He was so overwhelmed by the near-regain that Will had forgotten to ask him where he had been during the day, and the more important question he had forgotten that day was why the man had come to stay in the woods in the middle of the night.

As for the question of the tree, even he himself couldn't remember if the one in front of him was not the one they first met, so he couldn't ask.

Now he just wanted to—at least at the time, on that night, he just wanted to have a good time.

When two people get along. Most of it was Will talking.

"You don't know. There was a guy in our house who always liked to show off the scars on his back shirtless, saying that he had been wounded when he had followed his superiors to participate in the hunt, and he called them medals. But that guy always doesn't admit it after losing money at the table......"

It may have something to do with temperament. However in the life of Will. Actually, it's not a guy who likes to talk endlessly.

His voice was always left to himself, and his inner subconscious was accustomed to nagging, and he was accustomed to digesting his thoughts.

Sometimes. He preferred that he would be indecisive, at least sincerely, although it was he who was not deceived.

The man holding the flask in the tree took small sips of wine, occasionally giving some superficial response to show his attention, but Will didn't seem to care, whether the man listened to what he confided or not, he was happy and happy, and he was completely unaware that he had unimaginable patience and tolerance in the face of this man.

It was all gossip, but whenever he was alone afterward, Will felt as if he was going to say all the words that had been sealed in his heart for so many years, and he found that this was the man's favor to him even greater, because he had met the first listener in his life.

But did he really just want to talk to him?

Those things he wanted to know......

The things he wanted to hear—the things that came out of his mouth......

Perhaps the real reason for his decision was that he wanted to change his position!

I also want to show you that I am transparent and that I can be trusted by you.

During that time, Will sneaked out every night, and although the man was not there every day, it was at least a guarantee that he would not miss every possibility.

Sometimes when he came here, he found that it was only him, and his eyes were elongated in confusion, and when he suddenly came to his senses, he found that his hands and feet were already cold.

He looked at the tree, the man's exclusive place, and imagined what it was like to be alone.

It's not empty, it's crowded and can't accommodate a single echo, it's as if he's standing at one of the countless intersections of the labyrinth, surrounded by a slow motion that erases all the background sound, and that's how he feels when he finds himself in the depths of the lost — even if it's full of bustle, it's like nothing.

Again, again, again......

Then he finally wanted to try to climb up.

Yes, he lied.

He doesn't like to stand on the ground, but because his constitution is weaker and worse than that of ordinary men.

He thought that he could practice more while the man was not there, until he could climb up, and maybe he would be able to understand the man's feelings, and maybe even reduce his feelings.

Humility doesn't have to be powerless, and having nothing is not the same as being stretched thin – he's always believed it.

"Step on, your left foot."

A familiar voice came from behind him, and Will was so frightened that he slipped off his foot.

It's not high, fortunately, otherwise he would have been upset - how would he explain it to his roommate? Also, how do I get back to my dormitory......

"That's why you like to stand on the ground."

"Laugh if you want!" Will sat on the ground and refused to get up, pouting as if he could play tricks at any moment.

"What I'm more concerned about is, with your skills, how can you become a guard?" The man put one hand on his chin and said something serious.

"I'm the lowest level of ...... anyway," whispered to himself.

"Who said guards are the lowest level? Is there any other guard in this castle besides the guards? ”

Will was stunned, "No ......"

"Isn't that it?" The man smiled, approached and reached out to Will.

Will didn't even think about it and stretched out his hand to him, but he stopped the car halfway through, and with a little face, he put the flask in his hand, and then patted the dust and stood up, and turned to leave.

"I'm going back to sleep......"

He felt that he had to think about it.

But it was the last time they would see each other at night, and Will didn't expect it at all.

He couldn't believe it and didn't want to believe it, and then he went there in the middle of the night without giving up.

He couldn't touch a little warmth, leaving him with nothing but darkness.

It was a vast expanse of complete darkness, full and grand, and the swaying leaves were tumbling in it, as if struggling, as if convulsive, and suddenly, it hurt to the heart.

He suddenly remembered the few words that the man had left for him—a promise from a tree, in fact, just to comfort himself—it hurt a little, and remembering was more important than forgetting.

The river is turbulent, the clouds are blue, there is always some sadness that cannot be seen, and the road is far away.

He could cry and tell himself that this was just a final fantasy that had no intention of traveling to the Ice Age, and that it would last forever without extravagance, just that it wasn't ridiculous. (To be continued.) )