"What are you doing here? The prom has just begun. ”

"I don't know,—— what about you?"

"Me? - No kidding Mosilaire, I'm not like you. The boy with the blood of the god of war next to her laughed, and showed her the two sticks of dark beer fermented with the urine of the boar beast of the Reach Star, "I just went to get some poison that can kill people, and I happened to meet a noble lady who was lonely in the back garden. - She must have been sad that she didn't find a suitable dance partner,—— did you see her? ”

"I didn't see it, maybe she's hiding in that black locust." Mosilaire lifted her pure white dress and stomped on the swarthy dirt with her aqua blue heels, "Or she's hiding under our feet, snickering at my lame heeled walk." ”

"'Crappy'? I thought you did it on purpose! He looked at the lady in front of him with a shout, and there was a clear cunning and teasing look in his dark eyes, "Mosilaire, although you walk like a walking Persian kitten in high heels, you still have the grace and temperament of your first-class family. - If you don't make it clear, all of us will regard this crooked pace as a new 'fashion trend' that ordinary people can't understand. ”

"Hmph." Mosilele raised her brow, feigned exasperation and indignation on her face. "I didn't know high heels were so difficult to handle, and I don't blame them!"

"Oh yes, yes. So every white swan dancing in the middle of the dance floor now deserves respect. He squeezed his eyes at Mosilaire and smiled sheepishly, "Mosilare, you should also try it out among those hormonal 'White Emperor Penguins' in suits, maybe there really can be a stunned young man who doesn't know your identity yet." ”

"And then—" He cleared his throat and swirled around in front of her with two strands of fermented boar beast dark beer that was more disgusting than vomit, "and then you and your dance partner will show you the high dance moves from the shining world,—— Mosilelle, and I dare vouch for my honor that all will be impressed by your dancing as deep and gorgeous as the aurora." You should have some self-confidence. ”

Mosilaire didn't reply, just turned his head and stared motionlessly at the flamboyant creature in the melancholy white moonlight. There must have been some kind of magic in Mosilelle's clear, star-reflecting eyes, for the man she was staring at quickly bowed their heads in shame at the galactic brilliance that flowed from her eyes.

"Barris." She suddenly lowered her eyes melancholy in front of him, "Am I really annoying?" ”

"What? - Barris was stunned for a moment, "Why do you say that?" ”

"I ......"

"Crack! - Crackling——! ”

A shrill sound of fireworks suddenly exploded in the night sky lit by xenon lamps not far away. It's Chinese New Year's Eve, and her long silky black hair has a soft purple and pink sheen.

All kinds of lovely fireworks flickered in the sky above the city, and the cheers of the long-awaited crowd also crossed the misty fog of the night, enjoying infinite love and blessings.

Mosilaire pursed her lips slightly, but in the end she just turned her head back.

"I know I've never been popular, so no one will even want to be with me at the New Year's ball." She looked up in the moonlight and watched the fireworks display flourish in the sky.

- Mosilaire is dressed very beautifully today, although the slim dance dress is only a solid color, but it also has an elegant temperament that other people's luxurious clothes will not have,—— her long hair tied up on weekdays has been carefully coiled into the classic style of the past, and her wet eyes that flicker like a fawn are so in line with her lovely round face.

She only had to smile in the ordinary moonlight, and the galaxy flowing in the dome would be temporarily obscured. - Because she can have two small dimples on her face that screws all the time into it, and the delicate tiger teeth will also show half of them at this time, which is rarely seen in the past.

It's just that she hasn't laughed today, and her frowning brows are full of visible and invisible coldness.

Mosilaire isn't perfect, but her soft smile is the only thing worth precious in the planet's indifferent deception and mutilation.

Barres looked at the sad girl in front of him steadily, and suddenly scratched the back of his head, "Maybe it's not all your problem, Mosilaire. ”

Mosilaire turned her head - grandma used to say that eyes are windows to the soul, and what Mosilaire was saying now in her big deep eyes was ,——I didn't understand.

"Ahem. If my dad would break the leg of a poor girl who dared to be close to me, I would have been as lonely as you are." He looked around, as if to confirm something in the dark bushes, "You know what I mean?" So it's not your fault, it's all because your bodyguards hiding in the dark are so scary! ”

Barris had the courage to approach Moschelle,—— but he was a little too close, not only would the wind blow in his mouth on Moschelelle's face, but the smell of Axe men's perfume would come from his body. Luckily, Barris was aware of the problem, so she silently retreated back to her proper position while she was still thinking.

"Hmm—you mean—" Mosilare struggled to connect the clues to what Barres had just said, "I always thought Victor broke his right leg because he wanted to emulate Spider-Man—wait, is that why they transferred to another school?" ”

"Yes, I guess your father doesn't think we, the 'organic consumables' of the backward planets, are worthy of associating with a lady of the upper world like you." Barris nodded, suddenly remembering something.

"Cadiz,—— man, remember me? I've brought you Zuo Zongtang's Stir-fried Spicy Rice Cakes from Chinatown, the one with the spicy ones," he shouted at a quiet clump of frangipani not far away, "and Wayne, my dear, I've brought you food too—please don't hit my little report!" ”

"Who are you talking to?" Mosilaire saw him talking to himself like a blinded madman to the pale yellow flowers, and his eyebrows raised in astonishment were filled with curiosity and fear. - The old man always said that animals can see unclean things, maybe the impulsive Barris she knows is the cultivated ,—— uh, exploding sheep?

"Your bodyguard, of course." Barris squinted at her with a smile and winked his eyes, "It's Monday, and your personal bodyguards on duty are Cadiz and Vane - two good buddies who like to stuff mapo tofu into a bellied pineapple pizza while protecting our downcast aristocratic lady." ”

Mosilaire clasped her hands to her chest, and although she didn't say anything, her perfunctory expression already indicated everything that was on her mind. - She thinks Barres is coaxing her, and she also treats her as one of those little girls in film and television dramas who like to cry but is good at coaxing. - Did he think she would have a crush on him for this humorless joke? Hum.

"Cadiz, Vane?" Barris must have been stunned, for there was no trace of a Tibetan in the moonlit flowers, "Please, Mosilaire has taken me like a wretched worm that has eaten the venom glands of the strides!" ”

"Shut up! Barris, you bastard! The sudden sound of the flowers frightened Mosilaire into the seam of Barris—a little, of course.

Mosilaire had always had a strong and determined heart, so even if she stared at the bushes for half an hour and suddenly greeted her, she would only politely "respond" to her. - Really, just a moment.

"Ah——!h She took two steps backwards like a kitten that had been stepped on by its tail, and in a panic she hid herself in Barres' shadow. - This series of actions is done in one go, so Barris, who has not reacted, still has a dazed and confused face that normal people will have.

"Miss—Miss, I didn't mean to!" The eucalyptus and the bushes under the basil trees were even more panicked than the screaming Mosilaire, "Miss, please forget about us, we will be deducted from our wages!" ”

"Sir, who are you?" Mosilaire cowered pitifully behind Bareth and spoke tremblingly, probably genuinely frightened by the frightening bodyguards.

The grass dotted with small pink and yellow flowers staggered for a moment, and then sighed faintly. "Miss Mosilaire. I'm Cadiz, and the camellia to your right is Vaen. ”

"Hello, Miss Mosilaire." A small clump of camellia flowers on her right really moved, and then a pair of smart eyes appeared between the blades of grass, "My name is Wayne, Wayne Old, and I am a new friend who has been with you for more than a year. ”

"Yes, yes. Wayne. - Haha. Frangipani twinked in Mosilaire's sight, "Mr. Vane is a big fan of yours, and he has made many beautiful works of art for you in private. - You'll love them, as long as you can find the treasures he's hiding in a web address. ”

"Gentlemen, you... Hello. Mosilaire greeted them timidly.

"Oh, hello, hello." Frangipani and camellia flowers began to dance under the moon.

"I need to warn you." Frangipani spoke, "You never knew we existed, and you never knew our names were Ccadis and Vane, did you?" ”

"Hmm... That's right. - Maybe. Since it wasn't a child-eating monster hiding in the shadows, Mosilaire was naturally emboldened.

She pretended not to be surprised at all and walked behind Barres, and her crooked steps did still only make people feel cute.

She nodded at the two gentlemen who had been with her for an unknown amount of time, "I think Barres and I were talking to ourselves. That's it. ”

"Good." Mosilaire heard Frangipani sigh in contentment. "Thank you very much for your understanding, Miss Mosilaire."

"No... It's me who should say thank you. She shook her head gently, her eyebrows drooping sadly, the corners of her mouth curled with stars. Thank you... You guys. ”

Mosilaire sat on a garden bench, shaking his legs in a low mood.

"Victor, Jace, Stan... I didn't know I had hurt so many people unintentionally..."She lowered her head and let the fiery fireworks render her soul, "Barris, you know what? The boys who have been left of me because of 'osteoporosis' can make a standard Quidditch team. - I don't like to hurt people, I hate that. ”

"I'd rather have your father's leg broken." Barris, who had said something inexplicably, found a vacant seat beside Mosilel, and he threw the dark beer in his hand to the ground. - He didn't care about the drunkards who were waiting for the drunkards, these fools who were addicted to the urine of wild boars and beasts were no match for the girls who sat in front of him with their hearts about to break.

"Actually, you don't have to blame yourself so much." Barris looked up at the endless fleeting galaxy that was close at hand, and comfortably straightened his legs against the warm dirt, "Remember Tynan?" It's the native earthling who has to drag his family and pull a few relatives no matter what he does. ”

"Of course I do. - He also spared my pigeons many times. Mosilaire blinked and tilted his head to look at the boy who was a year younger than her, "What is this asking for?" ”

"I thought you forgot." Barris looked at her in surprise and muttered, "After all, he was 'moved' away when you were in middle school,—— migrated to a tourist planet. ”

"Tourist planet?" The girl next to him approached him curiously, "Why?" It costs a lot of money. ”

"As far as I know—" Barres deliberately lengthened his voice to satisfy the appetite of the twinkling Mosilaire, "ahem—well, as far as I know, it was your father who gave him a large sum of money,—— a large sum of money, and also obtained permanent residence permits for Europa Seven for his family. ”

"I just saw a picture of him surfing on his social media a few days ago." He shrugged his shoulders, "This begging turtle grandson." You have no idea how beautiful Europa VII's sea can be in the sun, with its sparkling blue-green waters almost as smooth as silk, and its golden sand covered with fluffy coconut trees and graceful aristocratic ladies like you. ”

"He's already a step to the sky, and the price of not being able to see you is nothing compared to that." Barris thought for a moment, and suddenly called out Mosilaire's name.

"What's wrong?" She felt a little better, but that didn't change the fact that his father was abusive with violence and power. - She thinks they should at least be given the power to choose, shouldn't she?

"Why hasn't your father broken my leg yet?" "I also want to go to the glittering world of travel, and preferably have a platonic love affair with the local aristocratic ladies—you don't know how much of a headache I've been giving my novels lately." ”

"yes, I know." Mosilaire chose to obey him, "So you're half bald on top of your head, and all that is under you is a haggard, loose scalp. - Poor little worm, you look as old as the grocery store owner in Chinatown. ”

Barres squinted at her, a disdainful sound coming out of his nose.

"So, Barris." She hesitated for a moment because of the yellow kitten-shaped fireworks in the sky, "What's the name of your novel?" ”

"You won't want to see it." His face turned red suddenly—but not from shame or any other negative emotion.

"No, I want to see it." Mosilele stubbornly raised his head, "You still have to say it at the end, because we are best friends, and good friends should not have such a secret that is not unspeakable. ”

"Okay." Barris gritted his teeth, "It's called 'Love in the Marginal World.'" ”

"So is the male protagonist a knight on a medieval planet, or an interstellar pirate shuttling through the bright galaxy?"

"No-technically there is no male lead..."

"Oh-" Mosilele nodded in common, "I see, Barris. ”

"What do you understand?"

"So hello, this mouthful."

Barres blushed, but scratched his head, unable to think of anything to refute her. - He's not really good at that, really.

The girl beside him didn't want to listen to his explanation, just stared at the endless fireworks and stars in the sky, and the corners of her mouth were pouted with a little imperceptible satisfaction.

"Are you still going to dance?" He pointed to the building behind him that shone with a golden light, "I can dance with you." - As long as it's not for those fast-paced 'Thorin Dances', I'm afraid you'll get your pretty shoes dirty. ”

"No, Barris. I know you've made an appointment with Sophia. She raised an eyebrow, "Next time." ”

"And where are you going now?" He saw Mosilaire rise from the bench, his gentle back not walking in the direction of the Great Hall.

"Just walk around. Barish. ”

"Do you need me to accompany you?"

"No, there are enough people around me." Mosilaire turned to him with a sweet smile in the colorful light, then she waved her hand and strode into the darkness without looking back, "That's it, see you tomorrow morning." ”

"Okay, see you tomorrow morning." Barris muttered in a voice that only he could hear, "You'd better not do those scary stupid things." ”

Barris was probably overly worried, for Mosilaire was a man of measure,—— and they were so measured in all aspects of her that anyone she knew could feel naturally comfortable and pleasant with her. - Except for the addicts, whose brains have been corroded by the spirit leaves into rotten flesh that cannot think.

So the measured Mosilaire just took her aqua-blue heels in her hands and walked aimlessly down a path on campus.

This trail surrounded by bamboo forests is very remote, so it takes her away from the hustle and bustle of crowds and fireworks, and the dim lights that do not illuminate all the faces are blurry and ambiguous.

In the past, there were often sweet couples trysts here, but today is Chinese New Year's Eve, so she is really the only one in the bamboo forest rustled by the expected cold wind.

Covered in darkness, Mosilaire hung his head and stepped on the cobblestone path, but the shadows of the ghostly shadow suddenly disappeared. - It turned out that this path would eventually lead to the East Campus, and it was the first time she knew about it.

The lights on the East Campus are much brighter, and since there are usually no people, the warm orange light still maintains the reassuring calm of the past.

"Meow-"

A thin kitten, carrying the dew and life of the green leaves of the evening, crashed into her field of vision. - It was orange, and it stopped under a street lamp not far from her because of Mosilaire, a strange human.

"Meow—meow—" she crouched down, mimicking its cry awkwardly,—— she wished the lovely little creature would let go of her long-held guard, and that she would be bold enough to smooth the messy hairs on its back.

Will she succeed?

The orange kitten wagged its tail in the light, presumably mistaking Mosilaire for someone else—as it began to tentatively approach Mosilaire, whimpering with grievances in its mouth.

— and then, naturally, it jumped into the arms of Mosilaire, who was squatting stupidly in place, and snoring to show its friendliness and goodwill.

Mosilaire was almost flattered,—— she didn't dare to breathe loudly, but her free left hand began to slowly caress its mischievous tail and ears.

The kitten didn't mind her clumsy puff and just lay down in her warm arms and licked her palms lazily.

Its eyes are also beautiful, and there are pure colors in them that she has never seen before.

She felt that her heart was about to melt, and the cold in her hidden soul would be gently soothed by its gentle voice. She loved this soft little one. Probably because it's as lonely as she is.