Please Have a Cup of Green Tea

Part1. "Elope to the Universe"

After the end of "Eden", Tang reached a new cooperation with the government and escaped from prison.

Perhaps there were others, like the red-haired man who looked at him wearily and disgustedly.

"Why help me?" Tang, who had just woken up at the time, asked with a frown.

"Because she wants you to live," Phoenix told him flatly. "I won't allow anyone else to waste her efforts."

Tang's heart skipped a beat: "What do you mean?"

However, the red-haired sentinel just glanced at him indifferently, no longer responded to him, and turned away.

As if afraid to say more, he couldn't help burning Tang to ashes.

And Tang, who stayed in the ward, quickly learned the rest of the truth and the price of his own survival—

Testai was left alone in another dimension.

On that day, Tang's thoughts were extremely disordered, and he always thought of the redness in his eyes, watching the morning star fall from the sky, and he couldn't utter a word.

If he had a choice, he would rather not open his eyes.

When he plunged into the insect wave alone to protect the girl, he never thought that he could be rescued.

Such a rescue was not what he wanted at all...

In fact, predatory star thieves were drawn to the show's most gorgeous treasures from the start.

When he saw her in the living room, he couldn't help thinking:

This pair of blue eyes is like the clear blue sky that the foggy mining star has never had before, awe-inspiring and beautiful.

Due to his childhood experience, he longed for the blue sky, and he didn't know how long he had been in a trance. After saying hello, he realized how exaggerated his words were.

I guess it makes her feel like a playboy, right?

Thinking like this, he thought he was amusing again, obviously this kind of pampered rich flower is not the noble he has always despised?

Beauty is beauty without soul.

So, he quickly restrained his emotions and continued to have both sides, pretending to be a **** to inquire about information.

After he sent the tentative text message to Cecia, who was suspected of hiding Gu Lanxing's secret, he encountered an unexpected thing.

Facing the morning light, the blonde beauty walked up to him with frosty eyes and called him "Gunoi".

At that time, her eloquent voice was like an oriole bird, clear and pleasant, and lightly pecked at his heart.

It can be seen from Christian, who is holding back a smile next to him, that this is probably a not very friendly word.

Tang is a mud-legged man struggling to get up from the bottom. He looks down on precious flowers, and he doesn't like to provoke meat and fish on the roadside. Although he is a young man with high energy and blood, he would rather solve his physical desires by himself than learn from star thieves. The seniors of the regiment were showing mercy.

But it was strange. When the eldest lady raised her head to look at him, the beautiful face full of anger made his calm heart move.

The poor boy who had nothing, suddenly had a bold idea at that moment—

He wanted to keep this delicate bird.

Along with this thought, there are also some unspeakable desires and fantasies.

He wanted to push her against the bed, hold her lips, and let her continue to call his name in the same voice just now.

At that time, her eyes must have been filled with fear and consternation, and he must have kissed her eyelashes and told her to scold her with a smile.

Because he really is not a good thing.

After he was ten years old, he had no father or mother and no ties. He joined the guard group of the mine star, and later joined the Maruda star thief group as an "acquaintance", and killed the small leader within a few years. The superior becomes the leader of the Intelligence Department.

If he didn't have a little bit of scheming, he would have died long ago.

And it is impossible for the cruel and murderous big men around him to teach him what he likes and how to get along with girls so that he will not be hated.

So in the face of this rich and powerful daughter who provoked his adolescence impulse for the first time, Tang's idea was to steal her and hide her in his sphere of influence so that no one could see her.

He thought that love was plundering and possessing.

It fits the sentinel's instinct, doesn't it?

So then, what changed him...

Maybe it was used when the crypt ruins lifted her up with the wind, and the girl had to look back at him in aggrieved and dependent ways because she was afraid of losing her balance.

Or, when the Griffin was carrying her to fly in the wind under the starry night, her thin back quietly leaned over to accompany him to quietly bathe in the moonlight and enjoy the shimmering light of the Milky Way.

At that time, Tang felt an unfamiliar throbbing, like a sprout gently pushing away the rock blocking it from his chest and began to grow vigorously.

"Don." Every time she called his name, it made the sprout a little taller.

The plant called "Testi" took root at the top of his heart, and he knew that this would become his weakness, but he wanted to be a gambler more than getting rid of it.

Bet they have a future.

No one told Tang at that time that losing the bet would not only ruin his family, but even lose his entire life.

A few years after "The Garden of Eden" ended, Tang became known as a "poet", but this was not his real occupation, but because he liked to explore the most bizarre and beautiful places in the universe and paint the scenery there. Down, posted on his StarNet account, occasionally accompanied by a related short poem.

Many fans attracted from "The Garden of Eden" on the Internet, and they all joked that he was a "travelling poet". Later, Tang's paintings became more and more popular because of the mysterious and grand style, and the title of "poet" was gradually replaced by landscape artist.

Tang has never defined himself, and doesn't care what others think of him. He just roams the vast sea of ​​stars all day long, searching for those rare cosmic miracles, such as the "eyes of God" formed by the collapse of stars, and the "snow" after the explosion of two stars. "Angel", "Death Corner" with dense black holes and out-of-control magnetic fields...

These high-risk areas that have been set as restricted areas by the Federation, even space warships dare not approach easily, for fear that there will be no return, but Tang is very fond of "visiting" these hidden and spectacular scenery, the powerful physique of S-class sentinels and that Only the golden griffin gave him enough adventure capital.

The government also turned a blind eye to Tang's frequent trips to and from the restricted area to collect scenery. After all, the other party's change of career as a traveler can be regarded as a contribution to social stability.

However, in recent years, with the broadcast of a brand-new travel variety show "Roaming With You", this elusive "travel poet" has once again become a hot topic.

All because of the latest episode of the show, where all the guests traveled to a tourist star near the celestial equator in the constellation Monoceros of the Milky Way to participate in the most famous annual art festival in the area.

This year's festival theme is "Butterfly".

Since the variety show is live broadcast, one of the guests chose the local fountain square, ready to show the audience interesting works.

Then he found a particularly lively place.

Among the raunchy and grotesque artists, there was a young man with flax hair, surrounded by many people, sitting on a bench with his legs crossed, turning his brush casually, occasionally tapping the projected canvas in front of him, as if Improvising.

The people around were full of admiration and excitement, and many young women came close to see it.

The guest sighed with emotion: "So popular with girls, he looks like a handsome guy."

Under the urging of the barrage, he also walked over, quietly squeezed into the crowd, and pointed the camera at the painter.

However, he thought that his actions were extremely concealed, but he saw the young man who had been carelessly tracing the red nebula raised his eyes, and his amber pupils were like a dark river flowing in the direction of the camera.

To the guest, that look was like seeing a sharp sword cut through the sky, stabbing his feet instantly.

It seemed that he noticed that the trembling figure of the guest was not threatening, and the young man was quite bored. In a flash, he turned his attention back to his paintings, and returned to his original sloppy attitude.

The audience in the live broadcast room was also startled, the barrage stuck for a long time, and then a few words of complaints slowly emerged.

After a while, there was a barrage that attracted the attention of the guests.

[This...is Tang who participated in "The Garden of Eden"? 】

When the guests saw "Eden", their hearts were pounding. Back then, this love drama broke the highest ratings and the nation's popularity reached the top. Later, it solved the problem of the combination of whistle and direction.

If the young man in front of him is one of the male guests, as long as he guides him a little, he will definitely explode the popularity of "The Garden of Eden".

Thinking of this, the guests were a little bolder and stepped forward cautiously.

"Don't squeeze, didn't you see that this is my position?" The little girl next to her was concentrating on the handsome guy, and when she was pushed, she couldn't help but glared at the other party, "How can you occupy a seat like this?"

"Sorry," the guest apologized in a low voice, and tried to confirm, "The person inside...is Tang, right?"

The little girl looked at him like a neuropathy: "You don't have eyes to see? Isn't it spread all over the Internet recently, Tang is here to find inspiration for the next painting."

The guest was disgraced, but he didn't have time to worry about the pros and cons of words with the little girl, but boldly gestured for the live broadcast camera to aim at the young man who was shaking his brush and depicting Xinghai on the projection of white paper.

The other party's facial features are really good. The cute baby face from a few years ago has lost a bit of childishness due to the development of the jawbone, and has become a little more gorgeous and sharp after maturity.

And when the corners of his lips curled up slightly, the shallow smirk seemed to have never been eroded by time, just like the first time he saw it.

On his side was a top hat with a dark blue ribbon tied upside down on the ground. It looked like the hat of ancient magicians, with an unknown secret hidden in it.

"That... Mr. Tang," the guest asked aloud despite the arrow-like eyes around him, "I'm Kata, the guest of the show crew of "Walking With You", I wonder if you are free—"

"Shh." The young man with one hand hooked the paintbrush raised his eyebrows, and his honey pupil smiled hidden sharply, "Don't disturb me, I need to find a better observation angle."

Guest: …what is he talking about?

"The frequency of the wings of a space butterfly is once every sixteen days, and the most recent meeting day... is today." The flax-haired young man casually dotted a few ink dots on his exquisite painting, as if writing coordinates , "Too close, you won't be able to take a panorama, too far, you won't be able to feel the movement of molecules at close range..."

His muttering was not loud, but he was clearly immersed in his own world, undisturbed by anyone.

After a while, he seemed to have determined something, and swiped his finger directly into the air.

The drawing paper quickly dissipated into the air.

The onlookers exclaimed regretfully, but the young man had already put away his tools, picked up his top hat, and stood up.

There was a fluffy white dove in the hat, which cooed out.

"Ah, it's a little pigeon!" The girl beside the guest suddenly shouted excitedly, "It is said that no matter where Tang goes, he will take it with him."

The guest had no time to care about pet gossip at this moment. He looked at Tang's figure about to leave, and hurriedly chased after him: "Mr. Tang, can I delay you for a minute, thirty seconds is fine..."

He really wanted to seize this breaking point and make his live broadcast room more popular than other guests in one fell swoop.

Looking at the current activity of the barrage, there must be at least ten times more viewers than before Tang appeared, and they must have come to hear the news.

He has to take his chances.

Tang glanced back at him, and saw that the other party's face was full of ambitions to become famous, and he couldn't help but laugh in his heart. Now the newcomers are so bold, don't they even look at people?

"It's fine to chat with you," Tang thought for a while, then paused, letting the white dove in the hat fly leisurely over his shoulder, "but what do you want in exchange for my time?"

The guest's face turned pale, and then hesitantly muttered: "This..."

"Don't you think I'm doing charity?" The young man put his hat on his head and snorted, "I don't have that much time."

"I..." The guest hesitated, but immediately, a barrage made his eyes shine, "I can exchange with you an important recent news from the Eggbert family."

Tang raised his eyebrows, just when the guest thought there was a show, he saw him push the brim of his hat, and his words were clear: "boring."

"But, but the owner of Egbert is coming to the resource star near the constellation Monoceros recently to check the development of new energy... You really don't want to go and see..."

Just as the guests were desperately trying to attract Tang's attention, a gust of wind suddenly rushed towards him, and the gravel brought by the wind hit him so hard that he couldn't open his eyes at all.

When he opened his eyes again, Tang's figure had disappeared without a trace.

At this moment, above the sky, the gorgeously-winged griffin made a crisp cry.

Lying on the back of the griffin watching the white clouds drifting by, Tang's face was expressionless, and his honey-colored pupils were like the melting sun under the sunlight.

"Those people are so boring, don't you think so, little bird?"

The little white pigeon squatted beside him and made a coo.

Tang picked up the little guy, looked at it with the same black peas eyes as he remembered, and bent his lips.

This is a simulant pigeon he raised, a mechanical creature created based on people's memory, both in character and in the way he gets along with people, it's the same as that person's spiritual beast.

"When you think about it, there seems to be no difference between me and Phoenix."

"They're all looking for false comfort."

The little mechanical pigeon he caught flapped its wings, seemed uncomfortable, and struggled a bit.

Tang let go of it and watched the pigeon immediately flap its wings away from him, with a dimple on the corner of his left lip.

He sometimes recalled the past, and if he had known that his little bird was so cruel, he would have dragged her into the swarm.

Even death is more enjoyable than life and separation with such a dull knife.

In the gap between Tang Siwei's wandering, Griffin has rushed out of the atmosphere with one person and one pigeon, and came to the silent and lonely universe.

As the griffin's wings continued to flap, they left the habitable star field and came to the nearby dangerous ghosts.

The surrounding hot clouds swelled by the high temperature enveloped Tang, causing his face to show a magnificent blush, and the scene of space butterflies reflected in his eyes was infinitely more magnificent—

The nebula, roughly twice the size of the solar system, surges around as the twin stars meet, like the powder of light when a butterfly spreads its wings.

Bright, young new stars are like speckles on a butterfly's wings, interspersed with patterns of dust and black mist.

The outer layer of the cloud is scorching hot, and the more you penetrate into it, the cooler it becomes, and finally it is even extremely cold.

This graceful butterfly in the red and silver-blue universe is covered with a legendary and extremely mysterious magnetic field.

In that magnetic field, human beings will be completely lost, and when they wake up, they may return to a long time ago.

Under the butterfly wings that can only be measured in light-years, the golden griffin floated quietly in the air, carrying a flax-haired sentinel and a snow-white dove.

"Little bird," the boy's voice was hoarse and low, "this is the scenery we saw on the thousandth day, it's called the 'Space Butterfly', isn't it beautiful?"

Dove did not respond to him.

"We only saw the moon in Atlantis, you were so stupid..." He was still looking up at the galaxy in the empty universe, and said to himself, "I just received the earrings, I thought You found it."

"However... the moon that night was the most beautiful I thought."

Maybe since that night, he had one more thought:

I want to take his bird to see the galaxy, walk through the stars, elope to the end of the universe, and enjoy all the unknown scenery.

But now, after walking through the Milky Way and seeing all the wonders, he was the only one left on the huge griffin.

Even though he was witnessing the magnificent and magnificent wings of the space butterfly at this moment, he only felt lonely.

Like this silent universe, eternal loneliness.

The white dove that didn't belong to him, but stayed for him for a moment,

Must not know when it flew away,

It will also take away another person's universe.

Part2. "Black Flower"

Star hunter is an extremely dangerous occupation with a mortality rate of more than 95%.

Most of the people who are engaged in this profession are some ruthless characters who lick blood, or gold diggers who have nowhere to go.

There is no other reason. In the huge universe, the unknown is always the most terrifying.

And the scope of interstellar hunter activities and hunting happens to be the [unknown] of the entire human world.

In outer space, high-speed stars, diseased radiation, particle storms, and alien civilizations... These are all risks hidden in the dark, and have also led to the accidental death of many people in the process of opening up routes and hunting alien creatures.

Despite this, many official forces in the federation still work hard to invest and support interstellar hunters, because many alien creatures are of great research value, and the scientific and technological changes of the federation for thousands of years are inseparable from them.

And Sean was the first to undergo Arnold's gonadectomy after the filming of "Eden". For the convenience of action, he completely eliminated the combined heat.

At the same time, his spiritual power was also a blessing in disguise because of the strong stimulation, and he successfully advanced to Double S after evolution.

On the eve of the military's proposal for Sean to be promoted to general, he himself submitted his resignation to the military, and immediately joined the Federation's Star Hunter Guild and began to act independently.

He has not been seen in public since then, only occasionally visiting the Science Department.

During that time, the Science Department produced a lot of iterative technical achievements, all of which were related to alien creatures.

Later, Arnold, the head of the Science Department and the leader of the Human Genome Project, ran away and became a mad scientist wandering in the outer universe, and Sean no longer facilitated the Science Department.

Both the government and the military have contacted Sean privately, trying to make a deal with the other party at a higher price, but have never heard back.

"How could that group of people understand why you chose to be an interstellar hunter?" In a huge space battleship, the white-robed sentinel who was sitting in front of the experimental bench and observing the scene in the glass room had an indifferent face, like frozen ice and snow.

The character he was talking to was a black-haired young man who was holding an alien monster with his bare hands in a high-density glass laboratory.

"Don't talk nonsense, Arnold, have you finished collecting your biological data?" The youth's hair was as dark and deep as a crow's feather. The medal of the scorpion hangs on his arm.

A closer look shows that the sign is still the flag pattern of the Second Legion under the Goddess in the Age of Enlightenment.

Under his black gloves was an ugly creature with a sharp howl, with long and hard hair, four claws like sharp hooks, and a back like a raised rock block, about three meters high. Completely immobile.

"I know you don't like to do it yourself, but it's all for the sake of experimentation." The long silver-haired sentry took a look at the speed of the beast's bouncing and the line of muscle activity, and squinted, "This time the SD-F12 star's alien The distribution of animal cells is very interesting, you throw it into the disintegrator, and I will take a look."

"Tsk, don't take me as your subordinate." The black-haired youth dragged the beast, and with a wave of his arm, he threw the behemoth into a pipe in the corner of the laboratory.

Sitting in the experimental chair quietly observing the cell structure of the alien beast in the biological dissociator, Arnold did not continue to speak.

The black-haired man pulled his collar, moved his fingers, and then walked out of the glass laboratory slowly.

The muscle lines all over his body were tensed, and the flat lower abdomen to the broad chest showed the most incisive strength and beauty under the fit of the tight combat suit.

Compared to the sensitive, delicate and juvenile little cheetah a few years ago, at this time he has fully grown into a mature beast that can devour people with just his eyes.

"Sean, catch a few more next time," the silver-haired sentinel said without turning his head. "The coagulation factor of this alien beast can keep the cells active for a long time, and can be included in the key biological petri dishes."

"I said don't order me." The black-haired youth, that is, the fully mature Sean, snorted lightly at this moment, showing impatience, "Since I promised you, I will not break my promise."

"Have you found what you were looking for this time?"

"There are still too few time superpowers. I encountered a monster that can reverse time forever by one second, but unfortunately I lost the strength after using the power a few times." Sean shrugged, "But outer space is pretty good. Many alien civilizations are too primitive, and some are even more backward than Blue Star."

"Once you meet an advanced civilization, consider yourself unlucky." Arnold's fingers have already begun to rotate the enlarged genetic structure on the projection, "However, even the smallest probability event is destined to happen in an infinitely prolonged period of time. ."

Sean watched him fiddle with the gene fragment, and lazily twitched the corners of his lips: "Is this why you want to have an immortality plan?"

"In the infinite life, there will always be the dawn of breaking the game." Arnold said softly.

"I have to say, your plan sounds more reliable than me and the robber." Sean stretched his waist, moved his neck, and commented, "At least your biological evolution experiment has a progress bar. Me and that guy are all about luck."

"Our directions are different," Arnold's fingers froze on the genetic fragments that could not be further analyzed. "Just like now, I am trapped in research equipment, and what I see can only reach the level of this technology's peak."

"And you, it is possible to encounter a miracle overnight and find the code of time travel."

"Even if I can go back to that time and space, I'm afraid it will be a lot of trouble." Sean closed his eyes coldly, and the blond girl's unsightly smile reappeared in his mind when he said goodbye—

It was as if she couldn't wait to get rid of them.

More than ten years have passed, but the memory at that time has not weakened at all. Instead, because of the unforgettable pain, Sean remembers the memories with her even more firmly.

Becoming a Star Hunter was a well-thought-out choice by Sean after the show.

First, if he needs to find a time and space power user, he must have the power to act freely, the right to be free from human jurisdiction and monitoring, and have sufficient resources to support him, and the profession of interstellar hunter is the best choice.

Second, he needs free access to all spheres of influence of the Federation and the power of the outer universe, which only Star Hunters can do.

Third, in cooperation with Arnold, the other party can share the technology of biological evolution, on the condition that they must provide enough experimental materials stably.

Unlike Tang who went it alone, Sean did not intend to learn from each other, because the lethality of going deep into the restricted area of ​​​​the universe, exploring wormholes and distorting magnetic fields is too high.

Even if the other party claims to go to the universe to see the scenery, it still feels like suicide.

Sean once suspected that Tang Bai was bored and used this masochistic way to have fun.

Closer to home, it was a delivery day and Sean left after dumping the stuff to Arnold.

Because of the eight years of cooperation in the Qiming era, although they are not friends, they have a lot of thoughts about each other.

How can we break the [time] predicament and bring Trisdai back from that era?

He and Don explore the infinite universe, looking for cracks in time.

Arnold studies eternal life, Phoenix provides resources and stabilizes the situation.

Their personalities are different, their practices are different, and the only thing that may be the same is—

Never give up.

Ivey Island, where flowers bloom all year round, welcomes a stranger to the town.

The man was tall and handsome, with dormant brows and eyes like a beast ready to go, and a small dagger was tied to the weapon restraint belt that hooped his thighs while walking.

Alvia, who sold flowers, was still young, but eleven or twelve years old. When she saw the "big man" with amazing momentum, she felt a little flustered and almost cut off the fresh flower branches in her hands.

The black-haired stranger walked into the flower shop with the prayer of "don't come here" from the bottom of her heart.

Out of the corner of Alvia's eyes, she saw that the other party had fair skin and a cold and delicate face. At first glance, she was not from the Avi Island in the tropical climate, but looked like the Scanner from the polar islands.

It's just that she didn't dare to ask him where he came from, for fear that the person's unpleasant aura could blow up her own small flower shop.

"I'll buy flowers." The man knocked on the wooden table top at the front desk, and the collision of his fingers and the table board was full of rhythm, making Alvia a little less nervous.

"This, this guest, what flowers do you want?"

Alvia swallowed quietly, looked up at the young man's black and long eyelashes, and the tall and handsome nose. She had to admit that he was a handsome guy.

However, under the age of twelve, she was relatively simple. She only sighed when she saw her face, and had no other thoughts.

The man's eagle-like eyes turned around the arrangement, and when he saw the mottled tree wall, it seemed soft, but also like nostalgic: "Your shop has been open for a long time."

These words hit Alvia's proudest point.

The little flower selling girl straightened her back, with a little pride: "Our family is the oldest family of flowers in the whole of Ivey Island."

The black-haired stranger's eyes were deep, and he looked over with a gentle smile: "Really?"

"You, don't you believe it?" Alvia was young, and when he looked at him at this time, she couldn't help but blushed and muttered, "I'm not lying, you can ask anyone on this street to know, Our home is a thousand-year-old shop."

"It's not just a thousand years, it's been more than fifty thousand years." The man seemed to know better than her, "The boss of your shop at that time was also a child your age."

"Huh?" The little girl couldn't understand.

But the stranger has stopped talking, just knocked on the table and put two pieces of local currency: "A bunch of black roses, thank you."

"No, there's no need for so much." Seeing that this guy made a bold move, and his attitude did not look down on them as the aborigines like those outsiders, Alvia's attitude softened a lot, "You give me one is enough, this is It is the currency with the highest denomination."

"If you have one more, just take it as a thank you." The black-haired young man twitched his lips, "I have been to your store before, and the owner of the store gave me an extra white camellia tea, and asked me to... give flowers to me during the Flower Festival. My sweetheart."

The little girl was inexplicably excited: "Then—you succeeded?" As the owner of a flower shop, the happiest thing for her is to be able to match a lover with flowers.

But the stranger turned into a saw-mouth gourd, no matter how she asked, she smiled and shook her head.

"By the way, help me wrap the flowers."

Alvia, who couldn't figure it out, had to give up gossip and concentrate on her work: "What color wrapping paper and tie do you want? There are quite a few symbols of black roses. Can you tell me what they are used for?"

"Remembrance." The man said softly, and the crow-feather-like black pupils showed a little girl's incomprehensible affection, "The packaging is all in sky blue."

"Well... well, if it's to pay homage to the dead, in fact, white roses would be more suitable." Alvia gave a small suggestion, "But black roses also mean to bless others with a new life and get out of pain. Do you need to replace them?"

The black-haired youth refused: "I only need black roses."

Seeing that the other party was so stubborn, Alvia didn't persuade him anymore. She fiddled with him into a beautiful black bouquet, and then handed it over: "Thank you for your patronage, welcome to come again next time—by the way!" Considering that the two coins given by the other party were a little bit Many, the kind little girl hurriedly turned around and picked a blooming white camellia from the flowers.

"This is a giveaway, thank you for taking care of our family's business!"

The stranger looked at the white camellia held up in front of him and suddenly smiled.

Alvia sensitively found that the other party didn't seem to be happy, but rather... sad.

"I don't need this anymore, I don't have anyone else to give it to." The tall man held the bouquet, left the camellia, waved goodbye to Alvia with one hand, and left the flower shop.

The ignorant little girl tilted her head, feeling that the tone of his last sentence was like the dew that disappeared before dawn, full of a broken and perishable feeling.

"What a strange person," she murmured.

…

There are many flowery hillsides on Ivey Island.

Every year on the night of the Flower Festival, the residents of the island will light fireworks of beautiful flowers of all kinds, and young men and women will also come out to watch the fireworks together.

At this time, the night had just come, and the black-haired young man paused in front of a low-lying lake, and the moist fragrance of the grass poured into his nose, just like when he accompanied her here a long time ago.

But at that time, this big lake was still a hill, covered with small white martingale flowers, mixed with green grass, exuding a sweet aroma.

In my memories, the girl's long golden hair was braided into a long braid with local characteristics, hanging down on her chest, wearing a fiery red gauze skirt, and when she looked up at the fireworks in the sky, she smiled like a blooming rose.

"Sean, look at the sky tonight!" She was so excited that she pulled up his sleeve, "I haven't seen fireworks for a long time..."

As she said that, her mood seemed to turn a little lower again, her eyelashes drooped, and she didn't know what she was thinking.

The "pop" fireworks in the sky are nothing special to Sean. At least the military's signal flares are 10,000 times more advanced than this, and they can change patterns. Only such a primitive island can have such a backward technology.

But at this moment, he wisely shut his mouth and did not disturb the girl's emotions.

In the quiet evening wind, accompanied by the faint fragrance of wild flowers around, they sat side by side on the slightly damp lawn, neither of them uttered a sound.

After a while, the eldest lady seemed to come back to her senses, turned her eyes to look at the quiet Sean, and her tone was a little softer than before: "By the way, in the flower shop just now, when the little boss gave me flowers, you Are you getting angry?"

Sean can only be thankful that it is night, otherwise the blushing on his face will be exposed during the day: "Huh? Who is angry? It's not because you don't remember your mission, and you've been chatting with him..."

"So you threatened him," the blond girl covered her mouth with one hand and laughed out loud, "How naive, he's only twelve years old, it's very hard to come out to sell flowers at such a young age."

"Then he can't give you - roses... or something." Sean clenched his fists, and suddenly remembered that he had no position, so he could only hold back the "I don't like" in his throat.

"Sean, you are really like a child." After the eldest lady said this conclusion, she suddenly took out a hidden black rose from the flower basket beside her, and grabbed the boy's hand, "Come on, then."

Sean looked at the rose in the palm of his hand, the dark purple velvety petals and the black edge showed a gorgeous gradient, layer after layer of petals in full bloom.

"Pretty?" The girl held her cheeks and bent her eyes close to his ear, "This is a gift I asked the store to give me, but don't dislike it, because it is a very rare Baccarat black rose, usually dark red. , only this one has mutated into purple-black, which is exactly the same color as your spiritual beast."

The black-haired boy looked at the flower with a complicated mood: "You gave me roses?"

Roses...usually heralds love, right?

Thinking of this, the young man could not help but cough lightly to calm the heat on his face.

"The shop owner said that because real roses are not black, they are all dyed, so this kind of baraka rose symbolizes people's longing for black flowers, expressing optimism and hope, and it is also called 'miracle'." The eldest smiled softly. Said, "Is it a good meaning?"

"Miracle—" Sean suddenly turned his head, his jet-black eyes fixed on her, "Aegbert, is this an encouragement for me?"

The blonde girl nodded briskly: "We have to be optimistic, believe in ourselves, and we can definitely go back in the future."

"Not this." The boy looked at the hand she put beside him, leaning against his, as if he could touch it as soon as he reached out.

When the fingertips were about to touch her by 0.1 centimeters, the sky suddenly sounded the sound of "bang bang bang" fireworks, and the brilliant light instantly illuminated their faces.

The attractiveness of the girl was completely taken away by the beauty of the sky, and even people couldn't help standing up, her pink fingertips were upturned, and the corners of her lips were filled with things that Sean had never seen before.