Wearing a magic mirror, omniscient and omnipotent
Author: washing powder
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Chapter 10
The steps from the top floor to the second floor were not very high. When going downstairs, Solholin stepped on the steps, and the thick soles of his boots made muffled sounds one after another.
He had obviously adjusted himself when he was at the door, but at this moment, the face of the black-haired young man still appeared in Solholin's mind unconsciously.
Due to his constant disguise, Solholin is very good at observing people's facial features, and has the talent to remember a person's appearance almost at a glance.
It is precisely because of this that even though the communication between him and the black young man just now was brief, less than a minute, he still remembered the other person's face very clearly in his mind, remembering every frame and every inch of facial features. .
Solholin felt the heartbeat that had stabilized. After going down the last step on this floor, he couldn't help it anymore and looked back at the closed door of the room.
If he heard correctly at that time, after the other party opened the door, there seemed to be the sound of water coming from the bathroom.
Master Leeson should be taking a bath inside.
What is the relationship between that black-haired young man and Mr. Leeson?
Solholin was so curious that he even developed a very strong desire to explore.
If one of them is not Lord Lison, Thorholin's first reaction is that the two may be lovers. Because they are lovers, they will go back to the room after a rain, have sex after taking a shower, and relieve each other's desires.
But he knew very well that Lord Lison was not someone who would be easily tempted, let alone find a lover to do that kind of thing.
It was precisely because of denying this speculation that Solholin's curiosity became more intense, like a weed growing wantonly in a dark corner.
There were too many questions in his mind, why did Lord Lison give the young man a cloak, why did they live in the same room, and looking at this situation, they would still live together tonight.
Most importantly, when did this young man appear in the room in the first place?
Did you climb up from the window by yourself? Or did Lord Leeson do something?
Too many doubts lingered in Solholin's mind. The black-haired young man who appeared next to Lord Lison was like a mystery, mysterious and strange.
Can't think about it anymore.
You can no longer pay attention to things you shouldn't pay attention to.
Solholin took a deep breath and kept ringing the alarm in his mind.
.........
in the room.
Cheryl put the change of clothes on the shelf.
Because he was bored, he looked around and finally found a record in the cabinet and placed it on the turntable of the gramophone.
The engraved needle began to rotate slowly, and the soothing sound of the large organ slowly sounded in the room.
The quiet and graceful melody, the rhythm is neither fast nor slow, the pitch is neither high nor low, and when it reaches the eardrums, it has a deep and melodious romance.
It is a piece of music that praises love.
Sherrill sat on the maroon wooden cabinet again, squinting his eyes and enjoying the leisurely music.
His fingertips habitually tapped the smooth paint surface of the wooden cabinet. The crisp sound combined with the charming melody attracted the bluebirds and birds hovering under the eaves to take shelter from the rain. Bullfinch.
These bluebirds and gray finches flew from the flower-scented balcony to the half-open window lattice, chirping as if in harmony with Sherrill's chorus.
It's not very pleasant to listen to, but combined with the sound of the big organ from the gramophone, and the rhythm struck by Sherrill's fingertips, the original lingering melody has a bit of natural freshness.
The rain was still falling heavily outside, and the cool evening wind was blowing.
These winds blew Cheryl's fine hair hanging on his temples, and the ink-like color made his skin whiter, giving off a cold feeling like frost and snow.
The light in the room shrouded his body, and blended with the dimmed light outside the window, outlining his flawless and beautiful facial features.
He closed his eyes, and his long eyelashes were like slightly curled butterfly feathers. The long and narrow shadows cast on his eyes made him look a little more unpredictable and mysterious.
This is what Lisenwein saw when he came out of the bathroom.
He stopped and stood there without moving or making any noise.
The reason for this subconscious behavior could not be explained by Lisenwein himself. He looked at the black-haired young man who was still listening to the melody. For a moment, he had a very strange illusion. The other person did not look like a demon. The mirror is more like a painting that is mounted in a frame and kept in an old castle.
When you stand in front of him, you can see him and touch him, but you are always separated by a layer of distance and a layer of space.
Lisenwein's eyes flashed slightly. He didn't know whether it was because his vision was touched, or because the music echoing in the room was describing the lingering love. He was very sure that he had an extremely subtle emotion at this moment. fluctuation.
Sherrill knew that Lisenwein was looking at him, but he ignored it. It was not until the end of a melody that he opened his eyes and looked in the direction of Lisenwein.
The moment their eyes met, under the fine and flowing black hair, the bottom of Cheryl's golden pupils were reflected in a colorful and brilliant color by the halo. The corners of his lips were slightly raised, and he showed a slight smile to Lisenwein: "It's quite fast."
It was this kind of familiar words again, with a bit of careless lowness, and a slow laziness. The sound is more beautiful than the sound of the big organ from the gramophone.
Lisenwein did not speak. He was not a good talker, and he would not respond to meaningless chatter.
But after a moment of silence, looking at the smile that had not dissipated in the black-haired young man's eyes, his Adam's apple rolled slightly, and finally he replied: "Yeah."
Hearing this response that was not a response, Cheryl The smile in his eyes suddenly became thicker, and a subtle narrowing appeared in the golden irises.
He already had a very charming appearance, but when those beautiful fox eyes were filled with this kind of joking emotion, they became even more charming and charming, like a painting emerging from the constraints of the frame, becoming bright and bright. Fresh.
Outside the room, large raindrops beat rhythmically against the light-colored window lattice. Bluebirds and gray finches were still chirping, and the fluctuations of that moment reappeared in Lisenwein's chest.
This time, this fluctuation is no longer fleeting, but lasts longer. It was so long that the deep pool in Lisenwein's heart, which seemed to have been peaceful for thousands of years, also caused a slight ripple.
He pursed his lips tightly and walked to sit on the stool opposite Sherrill.
Cheryl said no more, and he didn't speak either.
The two of them sat quietly in the room, listening to the melody coming from the gramophone.
After one song ends, the next song begins.
The turntable rotates slowly, the fine needle rubs gently, and time passes by one melody after another.
After the last melody ended, the needle stopped.
Sherrill glanced at the wall clock on the wall, jumped down from the wooden cabinet, and looked at Lisenwein who looked towards him because of his action. Sherrill said with a low smile: "Good night, Lisenwein." kindness."
But after saying this, Cheryl did not immediately return to the mirror, but kept looking at Lisenwein with slightly lowered eyes.
As for the meaning of this, it is naturally self-evident.
He was waiting for Lisenwein to respond.
Just like before he came out today, after greeting Lisenwein, he said word by word how he should respond.
Lisenwein was silent.
Sherrill was also silent, making no sound or urging, just staring at Lisenwein.
His eyes were neither eager nor cold, only mixed with a bit of undisguised interest. With a strong sense of presence that cannot be ignored, it lures a powerful and lonely prey to step out of the dark cave.
There was a confrontational but not tense atmosphere lingering in the air, and a silent confrontation spread in the room on a rainy night.
The bluebirds and gray finches on the window lattice seemed to sense something, and lowered their previous wanton chirping into a very quiet whisper.
One second...two seconds...three seconds...
until ten seconds passed, and finally Lisenwein made a compromise and ended the stalemate.
His thin lips were slightly opened, and under Cheryl's gaze, he said those two words: "Good night." There was a hint of unobvious rawness in his deep voice.
Although Sherrill's name was not called, it was a big concession compared to before.
Sherrill smiled happily and walked up to Lisenwein. When the other party subconsciously frowned and raised his head because of his approach, Cheryl leaned down slightly and gently pressed his forehead against Lisenwein's forehead. .
Lisenwein's pupils shrank, and for the first time, obvious surprise appeared in his light amber eyes.
It was also because of this surprise that there was an extremely short lag in his reaction.
When he realized something in the next second, the cool touch on his forehead had disappeared, and Cheryl's body dispersed into light golden fragments and returned to the mirror.
Only the words before disappearing at the end seemed to still linger in Lisenwein's ears.
He heard him say: "Don't let me remind you next time."
Lisenwein quickly stood up from the stool. He subconsciously touched his forehead, and there seemed to be a trace of coolness belonging to another person remaining on it. temperature.
People in Bertha Liton's country said that he was a cold-blooded weapon, like a sharp blade without temperature.
Lisenwein doesn't care what others think of him, let alone what the outside world says about him. But at this moment, a somewhat funny contrast appeared in his heart.
No matter what others said, his body was no different from anyone else's, whether it was the body temperature that a normal person should have or the warm breath he exhaled.
As for Cheryl, the black-haired young man, the fleeting touch on his forehead made him realize very clearly that the other person was different from him. He is the magic mirror, the legendary omniscient and omnipotent being. His body temperature is cold, his skin is cold, and perhaps his heart is the same.
No matter how much the other person likes to laugh, joking, gratified, undisciplined, satisfied, no matter how real those smiles seem.
There is no warmth in the bones.
He is different from him and everyone else.
Thinking of this, Lisenwein suddenly felt inexplicably irritable.
Why would I care about such inconsequential things?
He closed his eyes and began to adjust his mood.
Two seconds later, when he opened his eyes again, the coldness in his eyes was like a dead lake without a single wave.