Chapter 75
Two reds
The crowd was startled and pointed at the white house in the distance. I immediately picked up Rose and ran towards it:
- Ancestor, why so far away?
I ran to the place, hurriedly carried Rose into the clinic, and shouted to the medical staff:
- Damn it, what are you looking at? Hurry up and check it out. Delay, causing little chips light great fires. I will burn this park to ashes!
Everyone knows I don't make empty threats, especially when I'm angry, don't be stupid and poke monsters. Everyone immediately medical examination for Rose. The artificial respiration guy request me:
- The patient needs to take off his clothes for inspection. It is not convenient for you to stay. Please step aside for the time being.
I glared:
- I'm not going anywhere, just draw the curtains if it's inconvenient!
The lifeguard heard the grumpy voice and knew that I was still salty... that delicate matter, he smiled like a woman:
- Up to you.
I crossed my arms and stared at him as he approached Rose. The girl didn't blush at him, she smile at me, turned away after a few seconds, and then glanced at me secretly. I was worried about her poor health.
She caught colds easily and bedridden whenever she was sick. She repeated the same pattern over and over again, each time it seemed to tease me. She was a weird girl, I didn't question it but attentive looked through the curtain.
Rose finished the physical examination, dried her hair, and the lifeguard helped her out of bed. I quickly opened the curtains which glared at him, but he was not afraid and smiled. The effeminate appearance made my eyes itch, I pushed him away and supported Rose.
Everyone shook their heads and tried not to laugh when I carefully helped my "girlfriend" into a closed cage, let her clean her body, and warm her body temperature. Rose giggled:
- My body is still in its original state, and you are panicking like I'm dying! That's so suspicious!
Normally, I don't know how to deal with this hard to handle girl. From the moment I took her to the infirmary, I didn't understand how the ancestors blessed, how the gods blessed, my sensitivity increased rapidly:
- Tsk, wet like a mouse stripped from head to toe, clothes stained with river water, stinking to the extent splatter bullets.
I complained and went into another cage with a bitter face. I pressed the overdrive button. The cage emitted hot air, drying my whole body for a few seconds, and then sprayed a thin mist to remove the body odor.
Tsk, fragrant to the point of stuffy nose. She must will teasing me again. I exhaled and walked out, mentally prepared to be "tortured".
The girl's face darkened again. She find around impatiently and asked everyone, but no one knew. She immediately ran out of the room and rushed to the river.
I hurriedly chased after her and searched along the river bank with the girl. But couldn't find it after searching for a long time, so I said to her:
- If lose it, buy another one!
She is determined to find:
- The priceless treasure in the backpack is everything to you! We can't lose it!
Hope of finding was exhausted, like the tide receding to the bottom, but Rose did not give up and plunged into the river, looking for something that was more precious to the girl than life.
Although the fear of drowning did not disappear yet, she was still more crazy than the surging waves that tried to swallow her again.
I ran to pull the girl to the shore in panic, but she didn't listen. After a long stalemate, I pulled her towards me and quietly hugged the steel rose who was collapsing on the ground.
The trembling shoulders that stopped moving gave me a feeling... Rose knew I was just find an excuse encourage her, let to cover up my shame.
Someone who was proud of being a bodyguard, always protecting... and... caring about Rose... but stupid, ignorant... for a long time, the girl not only gave me all her heart.
Rose hugged me tightly, the girl buried her face in the chest of the man who combat the world for her, Rose could not keep the most precious treasure of the guard. The girl cried in grievance, not daring to face me.
- I'm sorry! I'm sorry, I...
I gently pushed Rose away and wiped away her tears:
- I'm not the man god Kai who is always friendly to women, nor am I the national hero who is always gentle to girl! I'm not good at expressing my feelings, nor do I know how to say sweet words...
I looked deeply into Rose's eyes:
- I'm an idiot for with girls, but I'm not stupid enough not to feel someone's feelings for me...
From the past to the present, there is only one red in the soul of a person who values family affection. When faced with the feelings I have been avoiding, the rose realized... in the thoughtful eyes... filled with... emotions she had never seen before... there was... a... red... another.
That look was always... "irritated"... and... "tired" of life being turned upside down by the lioness. The eyes that only knew how to get angry were now gentle every minute and every second. She had been waiting for this moment for a long time.
In the past, the rude man hated to be cheesy and tried every means to hide his feelings. Now he no longer hides them. The guard let their eyes always looking towards the family touch the heart of Rose.
Peach cheeks are bright pink again, the girl is sad and choking with sobs. The budding happiness can hardly comfort the sadness that indirectly destroyed the treasure.
The girl sobbed and hugged me again. No matter how I persuaded her, the rose still clenched her arms and buried her face in my chest, crying until the front of shirt was wet. I hugged the girl gently and leaned my cheek against cloudy hair.
- Brother, sister...
The rose didn't care, she still buried her head in her lover's. I looked up at the boy, who was about over ten years old, and was dressed in white from clothes to shoes and socks.
His shoulder-length curly hair was tied into a ponytail. His dark eyebrows, shrewd and sharp half-lidded eyes formed a sharp contrast with his chubby face, making him cuter than a girl who was about to enter puberty.
It looked at us blankly, I noticed that it was wearing an object on its back. The boy suddenly remembered something, exclaimed, took off the object, both hands brought the object before my eye:
- If you weren't looking, I forgot. Return it to the two people.
I was ecstatic. Rose gently pushed me away and immediately grabbed a familiar object, confused as if she was still struggling at the bottom of the river.
The backpack was dry, probably picked up and dry with dryer by someone, but she was still so scared that she lost her sense of the surroundings and held her breath to check the treasure.
The faith and hope of "someone" still exist on the what the girl protects. Her pale and withered peach cheeks are dyed with joyful pink, and the disappeared smile shines again, the girl looks brightly towards the person she cares about.
I don't remember or care how many times she smiled tenderly and to contemplate at me with fascination...
Now I am silently to contemplate the eyes of those who care about me... only remains... the red object like blood still retains the old memories...
I was ashamed and laughed at my "careless" attitude... to someone who valued me more than herself, but I still thought I always valued her.
I made she wait too long before could feel my emotions. The two words "take seriously" are mocking the careless guy think self are profound.
Guy always do whatever self like. At this heart-shaking moment, I want to hug Rose again, but... shy can't be around the rose that I have protected for a long time, but I don't understand the intention mind of the person who always disturb me.
Have been together for so long, and now I can hear the beating of my heart. Why not earlier, but wait until I thought I lost... that beautiful smile like an angel, I realized that smile is only for person want to forget all the troubles of the girl.
In the eyes soaked with tears, two reds exist in parallel...
The old red color is cherished by people who live for their family more than their lives.
At this fateful moment, the priceless red color, which has always been a symbol of faith and hope, is no longer the only important treasure of "someone" to the girl.
The other red is cherished by someone who is willing to die for someone he cares about.
Idiot guy was in a daze until gentle touch... trembled two person hearts again... only then... amazed discovered... the rose hugged the guard in her arms to help hide the intense feeling of burning red in the corners of her eyes. I don't need to know what people whispered and took secret photos, I don't care the kid covered his mouth and laughed.
At that moment when the two were closer than ever, I hugged Rose, giving the rose an emotion that had never existed in her "someone's" heart. Rose shyly squeezed her hand to let lovebird... listen... two hearts... beating together.
The two souls were "lost" in the drunkenness of passion, the love yeast intoxication caused Rose's face to blush, and the girl shyly pushed me away in front of the child's round eyes:
- Now that the lost thing has been found, why are you two still hugging each other and crying?
Rose blushed with shame. I glanced at the smiling boy and immediately realized that he was pretending to be innocent to tease us, so I put on a happy face:
- Ah, she fell into the river and got soaked. Now she is still cold. I hug her to warm her up!
Rose pursed her lips tightly, ignored it and turned to the other side. The boy still didn't "let go" for us, questioning why sister was crying. I smiled and explained:
- I didn't save her in time, she almost... so she was sulking!
The girl giggled at me for omitting this sentence, muttering to herself, idiot guy!
The little boy asked what almost, I scratched my head, smacked my lips, and laughed at myself for play stupid gane, so I had to turn to other things:
- Hey, where did you find the backpack?
The little boy smiled and seemed to know my causing it deflect attention, and pointed to the end of the river:
- I found it by the river.
Rose smiled softly:
- You even drying the backpack, thank you!
The boy shook his head and denied:
- It wasn't me, the one who drying the backpack was my grandfather.
It stood aside. Rose and I frowned at the man in the wheelchair. He was fifty years old, wearing a gray suit, with blond hair that had turned white silver.
His pale skin was marked by time years, rugged like lived painful be life fighting the torture of a strange disease that forced him to sit in a wheelchair for life.
A strange disease had been tormenting his frail body since he was twenty, but he still persisted in pursuing his passion, searching alone for the final destination of his... dream... illusions for thirty years.
The professor was always busy with work, occasionally excited to take his children and grandchildren out to play. A crowd gathered, some asking for autographs, some asking for photos, and some asking for private meetings to discuss the professor's large-scale research projects. Others sneered and mocked:
- Thirty years of failed research, still stubbornly refusing to accept wasted effort...
- Crazy fans still go crazy according to their idols...
- What the hell is God of time and space. Damn, was infected by his paranoia.
The insults broke out into a war of words. The professor calmly read out the order to move the wheelchair amidst the curse each other loudly crowd.
These endless arguments happened every day and every hour, he was familiar with the classic scenes in life. Things took a turn for the worse, the crowd was about to clash. I rushed forward and shouted angrily:
- Get out of here!
Everyone turned pale with fear, apologized hastily, and ran away with their tails between their legs.
I bent down and asked the professor:
- Are you okay?
The professor smiled thanked me. He always simplification everything. This laugh was not ordinary. I realized that the professor knew in advance that the crowd would quarrel and fight, he must have known... I would help, so he showed up leisurely without bodyguards.
He didn't need to hide his half smile, satisfied that things went as he wanted. The ocean blue eyes contained mystery, quiet and profound, belike an endless vortex of time line... as if... seeing through... the others heart made me shudder, occurred a vague feeling that I couldn't explain.
The weirdest thing is that the feeling makes me doubt that picked up the backpack is not a coincidence... and... he has been waiting for this meeting for a long time...
I have never been afraid. Now I shiver with cold. He smiled as I invited the boy, let I make possible to avoid my fear:
- Hey kid, there's a shooting game over there, get bonus stuffed animal, do you dare to play with me? See who can hit more targets!
The boy excitedly agree. Rose put on her backpack and caught up with the three. I missed on purpose and let the kid win, but kid forced me to shoot for real, I sighed nodded.
I opened my eyes wide, looking at the boy who stood like a professional gunman, surprised that his shooting level was the same as mine. The two took turns shooting nearly half of the stuffed toys. The professor smiled at the owner's gloomy face, then cleared his throat:
- It's late, go home, grandson!
It was wrapping its spoils with a grin. Rose and I shook the professor's hand and thanked him again. The professor laughed lightly:
- It was nothing. Bye... - The professor glanced at Rose - Ah, no need to say goodbye, we'll meet again in the future.
The professor was always serious and careful with women, and never made a inadvertent, but at this moment he deliberately "carelessness", causing Rose and I staring at each other in bewilderment.
Such behavior that went against common sense leave a question mark in hazy mind, because its hidden intention was as strange and eccentric as his own personality.
The two said goodbye to us, the little boy smiled and waved:
- Ah, I almost forgot to introduce myself, I'm Firestone!
Rose and I laughed responded, when they left, I raised my gun and aimed at the most beautiful and expensive item in the hardest to eat place. That location was mixed in with a pile of plush toys, forcing me to shoot accurately every centimeter.
Rose watched her boyfriend focus on the between the eyebrows of the statue... angel... jade lapis. The guard were afraid of missing the shot, so didn't notice that although the rose not lose all its fragrance, the could not be rosy and radiant, the joy on the corners of her lips turned into a forced smile. A sad smile mocked her being sullen and jealous... because... she was not the angel in her lover's heart.
That angel is "someone" strong opposing death.
Rose is vulnerable and feel stung because she is not... the only flower... on the guard's chest. Rose to contemplate thoughtfully as her lover celebrated happily, cherishing the statue more than a treasure. The idiot was not subtle at all and asked his girlfriend for help:
- Hold it for me for a moment, I'm not free yet!
The owner saw me shooting again and was afraid of capital loss, so he quickly closed the store. I cleared my throat and handed over a coin:
- For the last time, finish shooting and then close!
The owner was afraid that I would ruin the store, so he reluctantly agreed. I stopped joking and focused my mind, aiming carefully again and again, seriousness the same shooting the glass statue.
This time, the target was the robot princess in a dark pink robe, who was standing next to the jade statue just now, and some horse-faced buffalo-headed puppets pushed and overwhelmed "her".
The image itchy eyes reminded me of the time when Rose was groped by the bodyguard. I glanced at the girl unconsciously, there was a delicate smile in our eyes secretly rejoiced the rose and the guard had the same idea.
I also noticed Rose's expression of curling other people's brains. The girl's face was sulking, but the corners of her lips were smiling sweetly, showing sympathy and forgiveness, as if I had just made her sad. Splatter bullets, her giggles seemed to say "Lang not unintentional, not new one in, old one out!" What is that? Don't understand you. The girl still likes to show strangeness, I don't question it to save time, turn to aim.
The target is in a super difficult position. If don't hit the rose stamen on the left breast of the princess, everything will fall in a chain reaction, and the player must pay for all the items that were successfully shot before. Money doesn't matter. If you miss, both Rose and I will be embarrassed. I have to be careful about every inch.
The guard's temple was soaked with sweat, the rose's chest was beating violently. She held her breath and watched squeeze the trigger. The bullet fired from the barrel seemed to be clearly seen in the eager eyes waiting for success.
The bullet "hit the princess' heart", "she" smiled shyly, turned her body rhythmically to dodge, escaped from the "lustful" crowd, slid down the rainbow, shrugged her feet, and jumped towards me.
I laughed so hard that I "huggled" the princess and held "her" high to celebrate the victory. Rose hugged me with excitement laughter, could vaguely hear the princess whispering a bold confession:
"Thank you, love in my heart!"
The rose associates two symmetrical images: the "angel" rules the guard's mind, and the rose is the flower that exists in the heart of the "lover". Rose blushes and buries her head in her lover's shoulder.
The boyfriend no longer short-term laughs excitedly with that girlfriend is no longer temporary, gives the princess to Rose:
- Hey, only the princess is worthy of the rose. Give you!
Rose heard the sweet talk and then laughed and teased me to cover up her shyness:
- When did you know how to flirt?
I smiled softly and shrugged:
- Now officially no longer a new sedge mat!
Rose smiled slightly and to contemplate me. I smiled with satisfaction at the figure of "someone" who was radiating sunshine in those heart-shaped eyes. If the phone didn't ring, the romance story would never end.
I picked up the phone and saw that it was almost time for Kai to answer the interview. I called the parking lot staff and asked someone to take the motorcycle to the river.
The girl thought her boyfriend would be considerate enough to put on a helmet for her, but the stupid guy towards girls only put on his own helmet, gave her the hat, and urged the girl to get in the car quickly.
The girl laughed, the idiot is still an idiot, the rude person returns to the nature of hating cheesy and pink powder.
But it was that kind of rude personality that knocked on the door of Rose's heart. Rose laughed again when she heard the curious idiot ask:
- Why are you laughing so much? Hug me tight, I'm going to drive.
I tipping for guy who brought the motorcycle. Rose hugged me from behind. Every time the girl touched my body, I felt strange. This time the feeling was no longer strange, but passionate... like... a warm spring.
It turns out that winter not cold really exists.