"To be honest, I should have realized it earlier."
Palmer rubbed his neck and saw a ghostly blue mark on his skin.
"I don't have many friends. Actually, neither does Wosillin. We always played together when we were young. When we grow up, there isn't much difference."
"so what?"
"So?" Palmer looked shocked and emphasized, "That's why? Didn't you find the problem?"
"You know I've never been good at this kind of problem. I can't even understand my own problem."
"Oh my God, can't anyone help me?"
Palmer almost collapsed. After wailing for a while, he calmed down again and spoke in a very rational tone.
"I have my own job, my own social circle...I have many things, but Vosilin is different."
When this part was mentioned, Palmer looked lonely for a moment. He felt sad for Wosselin and regretted that he only noticed this at this time.
"Wosilin has lived in the Krekes' house since she was a child. She has no parents, and her only friend is me. In that wind-swept ghost place, there is nothing, not even the prosperity of a big city, such as video stores and movie theaters.
Not even the damn fast food restaurants."
Palmer's voice suddenly became louder, "She hasn't even had shrimp crackers!"
It sounds inexplicably absurd, but when told from Palmer's mouth, it seems very reasonable.
"It seems that Woxilin is really lonely. In her world, all she has is me, but I am out to work again."
"Then what are you going to do?"
"She wants to work in the Order Bureau so she can see me every day."
"A very classic love story, so what are you worried about?"
Palmer fell silent, and then he sighed helplessly, "I know she loves me, but obviously, with the passage of time and my neglect, her love has become...becomes a bit...
…”
"Something?"
"It's a little twisted."
Palmer's face turned pale. He turned around suddenly and grabbed Boluogo's shoulders with both hands. He looked nervous and almost cried.
"You don't know, she started to say some weird things while talking."
Strange words?
Boluogo recalled Vosilin. In his impression, Vosilin had sassy short hair, dressed in a very neutral way, like a noble prince, and her movements were full of etiquette. Compared to Palmer, she
They are the traditional aristocrats in the true sense.
It's hard to imagine that such a person would tell some strange things that even shocked Palmer.
"Can you repeat it?" Borlog asked.
"She...she..." Palmer's voice trembled, "She said she didn't want me to leave. She wanted to tie me up and stay with her forever."
"Is there any problem? It's a normal love story." Boluogo analyzed it seriously.
Palmer collapsed and said, "I thought that was the case at the time, but when I woke up, I was really tied up!"
When Palmer woke up from his sleep, he found that his hands had been covered with chains and tied to the bed. Next to him, Vosilin was sleeping soundly.
This isn't the first time Palmer has been tied up in his sleep.
Palmer started talking incoherently, "Wosilin never talks empty words, she always means it!"
"Well, it's very good. I like this very much." Boluogo admired Vosilin's practical spirit very much.
"I like the size!"
Palmer was going crazy. When he woke up, Vosilin also woke up. Faced with Palmer's ghostly screams, Vosilin just gave Palmer a gentle hug and made Palmer stop wailing.
.
During the hug, Palmer could hardly breathe.
After a morning of persuasion, Vosilin finally made a compromise. She released Palmer, but still asked for a chain to be wrapped around Palmer's wrist. No matter where Palmer went, Vosilin would hold on to him.
The chain followed behind.
Palmer protested, "Don't you think it's weird to be holding on to this chain?"
Vosilin silently untied the chain on Palmer's wrist, which made Palmer feel a little relieved. Then Vosilin wrapped the chain around her wrist and handed the other end to Pa
Elmer.
Palmer realized that during his absence, loneliness and longing were like catalysts, causing Vosilin's love to become distorted. Palmer could not imagine what would happen if he continued to stay.
Maybe one day I will really wake up in a dark basement.
So Palmer crawled back to Oath City Opos that night.
"Did you leave without saying goodbye?" Bologo discovered the problem.
Palmer's expression froze.
"She will come sooner or later, right?" Bologg continued, "She can't stand this kind of life anymore."
Before Palmer could say anything, Burlogo continued to ask, "Then the question is, Palmer, do you love Vosilin?"
"Of course!" Palmer replied directly.
"Then what are you resisting?"
Palmer became sluggish and muttered to himself, "Yeah, what am I afraid of?"
He thought for a long time, "Maybe it's a change."
"Variety?"
"I'm used to my current life," Palmer glanced at Boluogo, and then at the living room filled with records and video tapes. "I kill, kill, drink, and watch movies every day. This is very nourishing.
"
Boluogo said, "But now there is another person breaking into your life. She will not only play the role of a friend, she will go deeper and follow you like a shadow, inseparable."
Palmer came up with an idea, "It's an unknown life, and everyone is always very uneasy about the unknown."
"You are like a wild dog galloping in the windy highlands. Now someone comes to you with a chain and wants to tie you up," Boluogo said. "You can't imagine the life of being chained, let alone
I know whether I can still run as fast as I do now."
"Domesticated," murmured Palmer, "tamed by another person, given a home, no longer a wild dog."
"This is not passive, but you take the initiative, hoping that you can be tamed by her, so that you become a part of her and she becomes a part of you."
As Boluogo spoke, he picked up his notebook and started writing and drawing in it.
"Are you really going to resist? In fact, not really. You are just not used to it. Sooner or later you will experience the mood that Vosilin experienced. You will be willing to hand her the chain and beg her to tame you, just like her
Hand you the chain like that."
Palmer was slightly lost in thought as he listened to Bologo's words. He realized belatedly, "Damn it, Bologo, what have you been through during this business trip? Did you get Sere's true biography?"
The cold expert suddenly transformed into an academic lover in Palmer's eyes. This was terrible.
"No, it's just that I happened to be studying these things recently." Boluogo said while continuing to write.
Palmer wondered, "What are you doing studying this for?"
"I seem to have fallen into... the same predicament as you. Maybe life is like this. Once one difficulty is solved, the next difficulty will come, one after another, never ending."
Boluogo put down his pen and paper and said seriously, "I solved my emotional problem, but what followed was confusion about intimate relationships and awe of change.
Like you, I am used to this kind of life and maintain boundaries, but now another person has broken into my boundaries. How should I get along with each other, how should I cultivate emotions, and even tame each other?"
Palmer's expression was a bit demented. He rubbed his head and said, "Wait a minute, Boluogo, what you said is too professional, can you be more straightforward."
"oh."
Boluogo thought for a moment and asked in an absolutely straightforward manner.
"Palmer, when you are in a relationship with someone, what do you do next?"
"What to do? Of course, eat, watch movies, and ask for help every day..."
Palmer's voice became quieter as he spoke, and then he screamed again.
"Huh? What are you talking about? Did I hear you right?" Palmer completely forgot about the troubles that were troubling him.
"You heard it right," Bologo continued, "At this point, I think you and I are very similar. You and I have both broken through our own inner difficulties to a certain extent, but after breaking through the difficulties, a new world,
A closer relationship makes you and I feel confused, maybe we can help each other."
As he spoke, Boluogo stretched out his hand to Palmer, and the two held hands together like comrades fighting together.
Palmer came back to his senses, "No...stop, where did you get this close relationship? With swords and axes? Are you a fetishist?"
Boluogo still looked calm, "Aimu, Aimu Azhedet, didn't I mention this to you?"
"No, no, not at all."
Palmer's mind went blank. He now felt like a perverted murderer suddenly told himself that he had fallen in love. Next, he would work harder to save a down payment, pay off the mortgage, and welcome a sweet baby.
Life has a lot sweeter hack and slash.
It sounds like...it seems pretty good.
"Fuck! When did it happen!" Palmer shouted.
"Shortly after the epidemic of decay ended," Bologg didn't understand Palmer's reaction, "I thought you all knew it."
"ha?"
Palmer recalled the interaction between Bologna and Aimu over the past few months, and suddenly he felt an inexplicable sense of humor and despair towards Bologna's personal feelings.
"You seem to be more difficult to tame than me." Palmer responded with Burlogo's words.
Boluogo said unceremoniously, "It doesn't matter. At least in the short term, you will be in bigger trouble than me."
