69novels Chapter 177
Chapter 177
Lex looked at Carl, his face lit up with an uncontrollable smile.
"Honey," he said, "do you know what your voice sounds like?"
"like what?"
"Propose," Lex said, "and the only answer I can say, honey, is, 'I do.'"
"It seems that I made a mistake not preparing the ring before I came to see you." Carl said immediately, "Do you mind if I go out and come back with the engagement ring?"
"Don't be silly, honey, the United States has not allowed same-sex marriage yet."
Lex finally couldn't help laughing out loud, he laughed so brightly and freely, as if he had never been so happy since Carl and him first met, the warm morning light dyed everything in the room with homely and warm Outside, Lex's short blonde hair is no exception.
In the morning light, it has a furry texture.
Carl couldn't help raising his hand to touch Lex's hair, it felt soft, completely different from when Lex had half-long hair.
Lex, who was suddenly rubbed on the top of his head, seemed to want to say something, but Karl didn't give him a chance.His fingers on top of Lex's head slid down Lex's profile to his chin, and he lifted Lex's chin slightly, giving him a kiss.
"I feel very happy when I see you." When the lips parted, Carl put his forehead on Lex's forehead, touching the tip of Lex's nose, and his hands cupped Lex's face, "I really Glad you're here...love."
"I'm glad you're here too, honey." Lex patiently obeyed Carl's fingers, without resisting or moving, "You are the biggest surprise in my life..."
"And fright." Carl laughed. "Have you ever imagined being with me? Have you imagined being with anyone in the world? Have you imagined love and marriage? Love, before you talk about proposing I never think about them, I never think about what the world will look like in 20, 30 years."
"And now?"
"I'm starting to think the concept of 20 years, 30 years from now is scary," Carr said.
"Time is too long. Time itself can be tense and scary. What will we look like in 20, 30 years? How different will we be from now? My thoughts, our actions, our spirits, these It’s all changing, the me ten years ago is not the same person I am now, and the me now is not the same person ten years from now.”
"Oh honey," murmured Lex, "I wish I knew you ten years ago. You're so charming now, how cute were you ten years ago?"
"The me ten years ago was not cute, love, the me ten years ago...was a fusion and enhanced version of Nini and Brucey. I alone could be as self-righteous and self-willed as the two of them. My parents and my brother are... …They dote on me very much, and they will satisfy me whatever exaggerated request I make. Ten years ago, I could get the whole world by pretending to cry a few times, and I didn’t care about anyone but myself at that time.”
Even so, Carl couldn't help showing a small smile when he talked about the past.
"God, I can imagine what you looked like just listening to it, honey," Lex said softly, "You must have a pair of unique blue eyes, and people just think about rejecting your request." Everything creates a serious sense of guilt, like a mortal who has neglected an angel."
"You are exaggerating."
"I have something more exaggerated to say," Lex replied. "Would you like to hear it?"
"I want to keep it and listen slowly."
"No problem." Lex was very generous, "I only say that I love you every day."
"No, I will worry about whether you will continue to love me tomorrow, and I will worry about whether you will love all of me." Carl said, "I am not who I am today ten years ago, and I am not who I will be tomorrow , you don't see all of me—Lexie, Lexie—I always feel like I love you too much, I love you too much."
He didn't let go of his fingers holding Lex, but let go of his voice.
He spoke in a tone that he felt a little strange to himself, surprised that he himself sounded so moving, and the language that grew out of his throat combined superman's stability with Cal.Al's sweetness is perfectly blended together, which makes his sincerity both green and warm.
It was the voice of a young man.
In his early 20s, he is still going through perhaps the most tense and unconfident stage in his life. The world is still too big for him, and he still needs to meet too many challenges. The world is too small for him, because he can do There are only so many choices.
There are as many times of pain as of happiness, as much of loneliness as of happiness, as much of pride as of self-blame.
He looks strong, stable, and indestructible, but in reality he is weak, frivolous, and prone to pain.
His strengths and his weaknesses are well defined.
For many years people called him Carl.Al, also called his nickname Superman, people boast of his wealth and his handsome, envious of his power and his ability, ridiculed his hypocrisy and his rescue, scolded his mistakes and the losses he caused, speaking of When talking about him, people were either teasing or sincere, or whispering or talking, but it was just a casual mention.
He is known to everyone in this world, but he has never belonged to anyone.
"Lexie," Carl said, choking on himself, feeling hurt and overwhelmed by the sadness and joy that was poured out at the same time.
You shouldn't fall in love with your enemy.One should not fall in love with a bad guy.You shouldn't be in love with someone you love.
But all of this has already happened, even before Karl himself realized it, at the age of 15 when he was the most bewildered and flustered.
In one night, he changed from the omnipotent little prince of the Al family to a kryptonian orphan wandering in the universe. The pride, ego and fortress he built for himself in the past 15 years were ruthlessly destroyed by the huge torrent of truth , he was forced to grow up, forced to meet his power and his other identity, forced to know the enemies he would have in the future.
"Carl," Lex said, pausing for a moment, but finally slowly and firmly freed from Carl's hands, "Carl, listen, you're too emotional, honey, take it easy , the matter is not so serious."
Carl stared into Lex's green eyes without answering.
"Are you worried about getting hurt here?" Lex asked.
"I'm not worried about this kind of thing." Carl shook his head.
"So what are you worried about?"
"I'm worried that I'll still love you even if it hurts, I'm worried that I'll love you no matter what you do, I'm worried that what you're falling for is just an illusion similar to me." Carl whispered, "I'm sorry, my emotions today Bad - usually I can control them and act like nothing happened. When I don't see you, I can control it very well."
"Don't control it, Honey." Lex turned his head to the side and thought for a while, "Although it's hard for me to give any effective advice in this regard. To be honest, you scared me a little bit, Honey, you really didn't do well today. So much like you used to be."
"Do you like me today?"
Lex looked at him and answered firmly.
"Obviously. Without a doubt."
They were killing time in the suite, people often passed by the door, nothing more than conducting various investigations and inquiries about last night's case, but no one bothered Carl and Lex.
The only one who has been repeatedly questioned is Moxie. Carl is sitting in the room and can still hear her sitting at the computer desk and tapping when she is not called out by the investigators.
He seemed to have just remembered what he had said to Moxie, and said to Lex: "I heard that you are very demanding on image designers, and you have already fired several."
"I do have high demands on them." Lex didn't deny it.
"Do you like my clothes?" Carl asked.
Lex looked at him.
Lex said blankly, "No."
Carl looked at Lex.
Carl said, "I think it's beautiful..."
Lex said, "No."
Carl said: "My chief designer is Claude, you know Claude? The chief designer of Ayre Group won the most representative newcomer award just two years after his debut. catwalk. He's been famous for about as long as I've been..."
Lex said, "No."
"Lexie!"
"You know what, Honey." Lex finally spoke, "You reminded me of someone when you just walked in the door today."
"do you like him?"
"I hate him," Lex said. "The thing that strikes me the most is that there can be such an annoying person in the world, and he doesn't even seem to realize it."
"If you don't mind me asking..."
"Of course, Honey, I know what you want to ask. I hate Superman," Lex said. "I gotta say, sometimes you remind me of Superman."
"Oh..." Carl said slowly, "Is this a compliment? Generally, when we say that someone is like Superman, we are praising him, but if you say you hate Superman the most, then you say that I am like Superman-this is considered What?"
"Don't be too sensitive, honey, I'm just being honest about how I feel." Lex replied, "In fact, there are many similarities between you. Your behavior, your behavior, your thinking patterns, too. Too much, and the resemblance sometimes strikes me as grotesque about the whole thing."
"It was a novelty," Carl said. "I'd never heard anyone tell me I looked like Superman, and I didn't think I'd make them think of Superman."
"They're all idiots. They don't know anything." Lex sneered, "I believe that Superman must have some disguised identity. He can't be a 24-hour vigilante as people guess. There is no evidence yet. It's just a gut feeling. I trust my gut."
Carl didn't speak.
He listened silently to Lex's speech, and the sun shone on his face after ten o'clock in the morning, making him look unbelievably pure.
"—Honey," Lex held out his hand fascinatedly, and slowly brushed Carl's hair, "your hair looks... dark blue at certain angles. Did you notice? It's black, but And blue reflections."
Exactly the same as Superman.
Lex and Carl looked at each other, and in some indescribable premonition, the words that came to their throats changed their shape.
"I'm tired," he said, "and I think you are too, Honey. Want something to eat? It's too early for lunch and we can't get out of here for a while. If you're hungry, we can have some dessert first." .”
"Since I look like Superman, Lexie, when you kiss me, do you imagine you're kissing Superman?" Carl asked.
"Oh, honey." Lex smiled slightly.
"Don't keep talking stupid things," he said softly.