The next day was a dark day.
The day when the stars are dark is opposite to the day when the stars are setting.
Star setting day marks the beginning of polar night.
The dark day marks the end of the long polar night.
Early in the morning, Ash sat up from the bed in a daze, hugging the quilt in front of him. For a while, he couldn't figure out "who I am, where I am, and what I am doing". He stared blankly at a point in the void with his messy semi-long hair, and his eyes were unfocused.
It was extremely rare for him to have a full night of dreams.
The dream was bizarre and the scenes were upside down. The whole world seemed to be shaking before my eyes. The only stable center of my sight was a pale and beautiful face. Because it was too close to me, the delicate features seemed to fade into the background. Only a wisp of silver hair was hanging down, swaying in front of my eyes, leaving an extremely deep impression.
It’s just strange that even though we are so close, I can’t see the other person’s eyes clearly.
Hidden under the long eyelashes, it is bottomless.
"Sig...Gurney?" Ash, who had just woken up, stammered out the name of the person in his dream.
Dreams are abstract, chaotic and illogical.
The people in the dream are real, concrete, and seem to have a cold breath and cold temperature.
Ash couldn't tell what he dreamed about. It was a dream without any story and filled with messy images.
But he knew clearly what he dreamed about.
because……
Finally waking up from his sleep, Ash quietly reached his hand under the quilt.
——Wet, wet!
Suddenly, his face flushed, and he wanted to retreat back into the quilt to relax. But when he was about to do so, he remembered the mess in the quilt, and froze in his tracks.
The next second, he turned his head sharply and looked at the bed next to him.
Empty!
Still, fortunately...
He quickly jumped to the ground, picked up the bedding on the bed, and rushed into the bathroom like the wind, not showing his usual calmness at all.
He even failed to remember that he could use a little "cleaning technique" to quickly erase certain traces.
While Ash was busy washing the sheets, Sigourney was sitting in Nance's office, staring at Nance in a daze.
Nance was so uncomfortable being stared at that he had goose bumps all over his back. Finally, he couldn't help it anymore and looked up at Sigourney's eyes and asked cautiously, "Why are you looking at me?"
I thought I would hear the usual "What's so good about old men? Are you too self-conscious?", but unexpectedly I saw Sigourney nod slightly and said in a light tone: "Look, calm down."
Sigourney didn't even look away, still staring straight at him. Seeing him stunned, she added: "You do your thing, I'll just watch and not disturb you."
Sigourney is very easy to talk to today!
But Nans still wanted to cry but had no tears. How could I be lazy when you look at me like that?
He lowered his head aggrievedly, looked at the thick stack of documents in his hands, and sighed tiredly.
After a moment, he seemed to react, looked up and asked in confusion: "What do you mean by watching me calm down?"
When did he acquire this ability?
And what happened to Sigourney that required her to calm down?
Because of his keen sense of smell, the vampire smelled something wet before dawn and had to leave the bedroom early in the morning. He looked at him expressionlessly: "Literally."
Nance touched his calming face and felt that this was not a good thing to say.
I feel tired.
It was impossible for Nance to review the documents honestly.
He began to endure Sigourney's freezing gaze and asked Selvi every ten minutes: "Selvi Selvi, is Ash out yet?"
The first thirteen times, Servi answered, "Not yet, sir."
On the fourteenth time, before Nance could ask, Selvi said in surprise, "Ash is out! He's heading to the dining room."
Nans stood up immediately and stretched exaggeratedly: "Well, the rice porridge I just had is not enough to satisfy my hunger. I will go find something else to eat."
Turning his eyes away without looking at Sigourney's expression, he swiftly walked around the desk and quickly escaped from the study.
Sigourney: “…” The corners of his lips curled up imperceptibly. The old man has made progress by being able to sit still for so long.
But then, he remembered the purpose of coming to the study to stare at Nance, and the curve of his lips froze - the emotions that had calmed down a little after looking at Nance's face began to surge secretly inside his body again.
Tsk!
But he couldn't hide from Ash today.
And now he had to meet Ash before Nance.
Sigourney strode out of the study, using the speed of a vampire, overtaking Nance who was smiling knowingly, and entered the dining room.
Because it was still early, Ash was the only one here, sitting at the long table, forking a vegetable salad and eating slowly.
When Sigourney arrived in the dining room, she moved slowly.
She walked gracefully to sit next to Ash, ignoring the restlessness in her heart and Ash's suddenly red cheeks, and casually said, "Happy birthday."
After he finished saying this, Nance's emotional voice came from the door: "Happy birthday, Ash!"
Ash was dumbfounded: "Oh...oh!"
The moment he saw Sigourney, a twelve thousand-word action drama flashed through his mind, followed by a chaotic and upside-down dream, and finally solidified in the wetness of the quilt in the early morning... He almost performed a real high-temperature explosion for Sigourney.
But he heard Sigourney say, Happy Birthday.
The teacher said so too.
Birthday?
Birthday!
Ash suddenly realized that today... seems to be my birthday?
In previous years, he always remembered his birthday very clearly, because everyone in the village always regarded his birthday as a celebration day for the whole village, making it difficult for him to forget.
But the stimulation he received last night was too great, and the opening of the door to a new world caused his brain to overload, so in a daze, he actually forgot about this matter.
But how did the teacher and Sigourney know his birthday?
As if knowing his confusion, Nans picked up a fruit and played with it in his hand, then walked over to sit on the other side of him. "This time last year, your village chief approached the Starry Sky Theater and said that it was the birthday of a child named Ash in the village, and that they wanted to hold a celebration and hoped that we would perform in the village."
Ash's eyes widened. Oh, yes, aren't the teacher and Sigourney the only two members of the Starry Sky Troupe?
He thought back to last year's celebration night at Duogu Village and couldn't help but smile.
"Today is Star's Darkness Day. Although it's not as lively as Star's Descending Day, there are still many activities in the city." Nans said, "The sun will only come out for a short while at noon. After that time, you can go out shopping with Signy and buy whatever you like. Signy has a lot of gold coins and points, and she just needs a wizard to help her spend them."
Ash turned his head to look at Sigourney. After the interruption just now, facing himself in the dream again, he calmed down a little.
Although his ears were still red, the temperature on his face had at least dropped a little.
Sigourney rarely objected to what Nance said, but instead looked away and nodded.
Ash gave a small smile.
…
After breakfast, Nance seemed to notice the subtle undercurrent between Sigourney and Ash, and smiled and suggested going to the observatory to catch the last bit of the polar night.
Ash and Sigourney looked at each other, then walked towards the astronomical table quietly and in tacit understanding.
Nance shook his head with emotion behind them: "Oh my, young people."
The horoscope observatory is the astrologer’s absolute domain, and naturally also the astrologer’s psychological comfort zone.
Ash came to the familiar astronomy table and seemed to be more relaxed. The panic and shame faded away quietly, and confidence and courage slowly filled his body.
He stopped and looked at Sigourney's pale and handsome face, and wondered about himself a moment ago: Why was he so flustered? This was all normal. He and Sigourney were serious lovers, so the twelve thousand words would always happen, right?
"Sigourney..."
"Ash..."
I didn't expect that they would speak at the same time.
Ash relaxed a little more, his eyes curved, and he pursed his lips, waiting for Sigourney to speak first.
Sigourney put her hand to her lips, a trace of uneasiness flashed across her dark red eyes: "The information I gave you yesterday..."
material?
Twelve thousand words?
Ash blinked, wait a minute… he was so busy washing the sheets this morning that he didn't even notice the papers scattered on the floor last night.
But he quickly interrupted Sigourney and said, "I know. It was Brother Yolande who secretly put it in."
Although for a moment I thought that maybe Sigourney asked Yolande for it, but... just one look at Sigourney's cold and indifferent face showed that she would never do such a thing.
If you think about Brother Yolande's personality, it is indeed something he can do.
Sigourney probably didn't know about this beforehand.
But now that it's been brought up, does that mean Sigourney already knows about it?
It must have been scattered all over the floor last night and he didn’t clean it up, so Sigourney found it after she came into the room!
He secretly studied Sigourney's expression.
How did Sigourney feel after reading twelve thousand words?
Would I be like him, tossing and turning in the same dream all night long?
Sigourney wanted to explain but hadn't found a suitable way to do it. But after hearing what Ash said, there was no need to explain anymore.
Ash knew what he wanted to say.
He exhaled, his delicate eyebrows softened a little, and asked back: "What did you want to say just now?"
Ash's eyes sparkled: "We can do as written in the essay..."
"No." Before Ash could finish, Sigourney refused expressionlessly.
"Huh?" Ash blinked his beautiful eyes, his ears red, "Why?"
"If you say no, then you can't." Sigourney was firm.
Ash lowered his head silently: "Today is my birthday..."
Sigourney: “…”
Sly little devil!
Perhaps it was because the boy looked so pitiful in his frustration, or perhaps it was because of the constant anxiety and clamor in his heart from last night until now...
He made a low sound, stretched out his long arms, grasped the boy by the scruff of the neck, and pressed him towards himself.
Ash was carried by the force and stumbled a step or two before crashing into the vampire's cold arms.
For a moment, he seemed to feel the violent heartbeat in the vampire's always calm chest.
While he was fascinated by the illusion for a moment, his jaw was half-pinched and raised, and his lips touched the vampire's lips.
It's quite stimulatingly cold.
But the action did not end here.
The vampires continue.
He opened his lips with the tip of his cold tongue and kissed his hard teeth and soft tongue, as if he wanted the warmth in his mouth to flow into his mouth.
Powerful and lingering.
The cold air filled my mouth.
It was like taking a big breath of cold wind in the polar night. The wind had playful little hands that touched every corner of his mouth, making him feel itchy and trembling inexplicably.
The coolness makes the brain clear and the feelings extremely profound.
Because the feelings were so profound, the senses became chaotic and hot.
As the temperature alternated between hot and cold, Ash lay limply on Sigourney, a fragment of one thousand words out of the twelve thousand words flashing through his mind.
I vaguely thought that Sigourney had indeed read it. At least she had read the thousand words.
The kiss felt so comfortable.
…
At the entrance of the observatory, Nance covered his eyes, turned around, and ran down quietly.
I thought they were having a fight, but... hey!
The old father kept muttering that he had to find some colorful skill books or picture albums for Sigourney. He couldn't let Sigourney always insist on saying "no, no", right?
Obviously I'm fine with it!
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