Chapter 11: What Love Is?
"It's strange that you have such an expression."
Bad Day flicked his tongue happily, crossed his legs, leaned back on the back of the sofa, and marveled at Russell's restraint: "I think of the little kitten on the airboat again."
"When I'm obviously unfamiliar, I look very well-behaved. But once you get acquainted with it, it suddenly becomes uncute. β
It's like a cat that has been sent to a pet hospital for a bath, and will be obediently motionless and let the doctor pet it; But when I want to touch it at home, I scratch and bite.
ββ¦β¦ If you think about it, it's quite catty. β
"It's a nest."
Russell lazily responded, "I guess you mean to say that." I'm not against it...... Cats are indeed such creatures. β
He took off his coat and shrank into another small couch on Bad Day's left-hand side. The previous nervousness quickly quieted down.
It's not a long sofa, it's the kind of one that makes people sit down and drink tea.
But Russell almost never sat properly β because of his psychic condition, Russell's body was extraordinarily soft.
He can easily "fold" himself on this sofa and curl himself up in a ball.
Maybe it's because cats like cardboard boxes, they like to huddle in small spaces. This was more comfortable for Russell than sitting properly or lying down straight.
Looking at Russell even had his eyes closed...... It's not clear if Russell is going to deliberately ignore himself and sleep directly on a bad day.
He straightened up, leaned over and pushed Russell to wake him up.
"I said, well, I saidβwhen did you start?"
"Haven't started yet......"
"Really? So when did you start liking her? β
ββ¦β¦ When did you like her? β
Hearing this, Russell opened his eyes slightly.
He also began to think seriously.
β¦β¦ Oh, yes.
Speaking of which, when did it start?
From the first time we met, we touched each other's ears shyly?
Or when you go out to dinner, you hear the pity of her childhood?
Is it the warmth that wells up from the bottom of my heart when I was attacked by the full familiarity and the labyrinth, and when I saw her protecting herself like a rage?
Or when she patiently puts on makeup after she knows her spiritual powers...... The slight itch when the warm breath hits your face?
Or the sense of security that came when she picked it up and went home on that rainy night?
After such calculations, Russell discovered that there seemed to be some subtle problems here:
How, think about it......
Except for the faint heartbeat of makeup, the other scenes are more like Delphinium is the man, and she is the woman who has been flirted?
So, what have you done for Delphinch?
Russell thought about it carefully, but found something weak...... He didn't seem to have done anything.
Of course, it is possible that he did something unintentionally, but because it was not intentional, Russell didn't think it was anything important, so he didn't pay attention to it at all. I've almost forgotten it all by now.
But specifically, when did it start......
ββ¦β¦ I can't remember. β
Russell shrunk back into the couch and replied in an honest whisper, "If you say when you were amazed, it was the first time." But that's not like.
"I can't say what I liked her instantly. Looking back on the past, I found that I seemed to be a little moved in every clip, but when I thought about it, I didn't fall in love enough.
"Maybe it's the accumulation of bits and pieces of daily life, as the living habits adapt to each other, and the understanding of her gradually increases......"
"You mean, love over time?"
"I'm not the kind of person who will fall in love for a long time."
Russell muttered, and he was actually a little confused: "I should be the type who gets along longer and becomes less likable."
"Those friends of mine may be 'captured' by me at first. But they almost always end up drifting away from me...... Until the end, he won't get tired of my best friend, and he will have nothing to do with spraying me with words like 'you bitch' and calling me 'a dog' or something like that. But I think I should be closer to a cat in personality.
"Maybe what I'm doing is a bit of a dog."
"Hey, hey," Bad Day was a little unhappy, "you say that, have you ever thought about what a real dog thinks?" I'm going to sue you for discrimination.
ββ¦β¦ That's not a bad thing, though. β
He touched his chin, "Sounds like you're a little more autistic than I thought." But your mind is unexpectedly delicate and sensitive.
"It's not so much about the love that lasts for a long time, but about the warmth of life and the sense of identity that melts the ice you use for self-preservation.
"It sounds a bit like the style of a pseudo-three-no-type literary girl - it seems that her feelings are very indifferent, but in fact, she just doesn't know how to deal with others, and she is essentially shy and timid. So when you meet a gentle male protagonist, you will be melted by warmth...... When I was a kid, I watched anime with a similar theme. β
Hearing this, Russell was stunned for a moment.
Be...... Is that so?
He didn't even have time to complain about the contrast between the metaphor of the bad day and his image, and he felt a little bit of agreement.
Maybe that's really the case......
"You don't have to think too much about it," Bad Day waved his hand, "How can there be only one truth about such a thing."
"It makes sense. Don't overthink it. β
ββ¦β¦ You sound quite experienced. β
Russell said quietly: "Do you have a wife of your own?" β
"I don't even have a girlfriend," Bad Day picked up a potato chip, "Do you know how old I was when I betrayed my family?" β
"I heard that you were so confident and proud, and I thought you were quite experienced."
"I've had a bit of a bystander experience. There is a saying that the authorities are obsessed with bystanders, and as a bystander, I must have more experience than the parties involved. β
Bad Day didn't have the slightest doubt about his words: "And the experience I summed up is that it's too troublesome to find a girlfriend, and it's better for me to watch others fall in love."
"If all goes well, I can also have some sugar on the side; If it doesn't go well, I can also watch the fun on the side. It's a win-win, barber. β
"Is it a win-win?"
"Win-win means winning twice on a bad day."
He smiled and said, "Do you eat potato chips?" β
"No, I'll come back when I'm full."
Russell shook his head and shrank back into the couch again.
Bad Day moved his ass and leaned over, and asked in a low voice, "Hey, I said......
"Why don't you use your talent on Delphinium?"
ββ¦β¦ What did you say? β
"It's your gift for being able to read and imitate other people's hearts. Don't lie to me, I know you do. β
Bad Day added, "Aren't you unsure what she thinks of you?
"Then why don't you use that talent of yours to judge how well she likes you?"
ββ¦β¦ Forget it. β
Russell shrunk into a smaller ball, not bothering with the bad days that kept coming up with bad ideas.
"You're scared."
Bad Day pointed out sharply: "You are afraid that your imitation will make the delphinium fear you and hate you; You are also afraid that after reading her heart, you will not find the love of a lover from her heart. I just care about you as a junior and as a younger brother...... Right? β
"A meek person is gentle with anyone. She's such a gentle person...... I would be scared and rightfully so. β
"It's more than that."
Bad Day smiled: "I think it...... It's because you vaguely realize that the answer you value the most can't be imitated. β
The most important answer......
Is it love?
Hearing this, Russell was stunned.
He soon realized when Bad Day had found out...... It was probably when he met Morgan.
"Why do you think Morgan agrees that you're not a Blue Song Robin?
"Because in your imitation, there is indeed no love for her that Lan Ge Gong has. You think you've imitated a lot of it, and your heart hurts. But love is not the kind of thing that causes pain. β
Bad Day clasped his hands to his chest and replied with a very positive attitude.