Haiâan obediently grabbed the YangYang flower with his vines then turned off the switch. The light in the cave gradually dimmed, and finally returned to darkness.
In the quiet atmosphere, Haiâan could only hear Augusteâs shallow breathing. Even though he could see 360 degrees around him after turning into trembling grass, there was only infinite darkness in front of him, but Haiâan could feel Augusteâs eyes still gazing deeply at him.
A second ago, I watched you, and you looked back at me. When darkness came the next moment, our eyes did not shift, just like through the deep universe, a few light-years away from the arrival of the stars, the only light in each otherâs world.
âGood job.â Auguste laughed and praised Haiâan.
Haiâan twisted his body, like drinking a cup of nectar-soaked flower wine, fumigated, a little shy, and a little uncomfortable. Auguste suddenly became very numb. If it werenât that plants could not blush, he would surely be blushing now.
Augusteâs hands clasped together and he breathed softly into his palms. A few light blue lights came out of Augusteâs palms. They were not very bright, but they could clearly show Augusteâs face, which was almost covered by darkness. At this time, he laid the seedling on a slightly high stone in the cave and knelt on one knee.
The light he held in his hand was like the brightest star before the moon rose on every starry night. The darker the darkness, the brighter it becomes.
âLook.â Auguste dropped his hands, and like in his heart, a tiny pale blue flame lightly brushed by him. It floated to every corner of the cave, and suddenly fell near the small seedling. This scene reflected in Augusteâs eyes and the only thing in his eyes was Haiâan.
Haiâan stared at all this, and Augusteâs elongated shadow fell to the ground, twinkling slightly with the flames, like a curtain spread out.
Auguste put his left hand in front of Haiâan. âCome on, stretch out a vine.â
A tender vine slowly stretched out through the small round window of the nest. Auguste grinned and gently touched the vine. At the moment of encounter, Haiâan shook violently. Auguste thought he had hurt Haiâan. He quickly loosened his left hand, put out his right hand hidden behind him, and put a small piece of blue stone on Haiâanâs vine.
âHere you are.â
Haiâan wrapped his vine around the stone tightly, moved his eyes away from Auguste and looked carefully at the object. He found that it was a stone similar to the one left after burning the corpse of the little Ayulon.
When Auguste saw that Haiâan had taken his soul stone, he lowered his head and put his hands on the edge of the small nest. Then he put his forehead on the cover, closed his eyes and whispered, âIf I give you my soul stone, you will always be with me. Even if we canât find the human fruit, I will give you more precious things. Your life will be as long as mine. I will not let you dread a short life, but let you occupy a small part of my long life...â
Auguste was still whispering, but Haiâan grew sad. He circled Augusteâs soul stone tightly and hid it in the soil of his roots.
Yes, the life of plants was not longer than a hundred years, and Auguste still had a long life. If he was to be shaking grass all the time, one day he will wither and die. By that time, he will never see Auguste again.
Haiâan never wanted to be a human being more than now, and he wanted to be with Auguste that entire time. Haiâan suddenly realized that he seemed to like Auguste. And now, did it seem like Auguste felt the same about him?
But soon Haiâan remembered that he was still a potted plant. Auguste couldnât have fallen in love with a plant.
Suddenly, the mood became low. Haiâan gently attached the vine to the place where Auguste leaned against the small nest, where there was warmth from Auguste, and stashed that feeling to the bottom of his heart to the tip of his vine.
It was like a bowl of warm sugar water, drinking it until none remained at the bottom of the bowl, and it turned out that there were still a lot of unmelted sugar granules, enough for you to sweeten more water again on a cold winter night.
âJianJian.â Auguste suddenly raised his head and called out to Haiâan. He was so frightened that he immediately took back his vine. Augusteâs deep eyes still looked at him firmly. âEven if you are a potted plant forever, you have my soul stone. No matter where you are, I can feel you and we will be together forever.â
Auguste actually discovered the difference between Haiâan and a normal plant. As a potted ornamental plant, Haiâanâs IQ was too high, just like another intelligent species that did not have human form.
For Auguste, it didnât matter whether he was a plant or not. It didnât matter whether he could speak. Everyone had their own unique way of expressing themselves. It was enough for him to understand Haiâan.
In his more than five hundred years of life, only his kin Carl accompanied him. It was a long and lonely way to find his fellow people. Later, there were gradually other people on the ship. They lived together like family, but they all had no home. Maybe one day, after the ship stopped on a planet, the crew would find their own home and leave the ship. Never to come back.
Auguste was still a little selfish. He didnât want to be lonely, but he didnât want to think about other people who wanted to be together all the time. Haiâanâs appearance gave him a different feeling. He even wondered if he really had a fetish, as it was not normal.
It was all fate. There were tens of millions of people in the universe, but he was waiting for a potted plant. But Auguste did not want to resist that feeling.
Never being separated and always being together had become a part of his life.
Whether plants could become human beings or not, he only wanted Haiâan to belong to him all his life.
After Auguste said those words, his heart was soft. He could show it without saying anything. He just wanted Haiâan to know how important he was to him. Auguste saw Haiâan hiding his soul stone and stayed still for a while, wondering what he was thinking.
Suddenly, two vines were stretched out from the small nest and covered Augusteâs eyelids gently.
Does this mean close your eyes?
When Haiâan saw Auguste close his eyes along with him, he began to stretch out more vines and weave a straw ring without flowers. The little soul stone was retracted back into the earth by Haiâan and placed near its roots. This small hard stone was better than thousands of precious stones.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om
He felt that maybe Auguste had discovered his difference. He wanted to be with Auguste all the time after the night they came back from the black market. Only now did Haiâan figure out his mind clearly.
But he could not tell Auguste that.
He couldnât say anything. He couldnât do anything.
If they did not find the human fruit, and he could not speak the words of the world, maybe when he died, Auguste would still know nothing about his feelings.
He was unwilling for this to happen.
When he was in the Elune Forest, he had seen the ceremony of two elves sworn to each other. Each elf had its own flower, which grew on the tree of life where he was born, and bloomed on a moonlit night. When the elves met the one they liked, they picked the flower and wove a corolla for their beloved.
Then, witnessed by other elves, they swore to each other that their souls belonged to one another.
He hadnât blossom yet, so he couldnât knit a corolla for Auguste.
Haiâan wrapped the vines around Augusteâs wrists, and the vines tangled around each other, forming a fine bracelet, then he tore off the excess vines and retracted them into the small nest. It was painful to rip off the vine, just like ripping off a finger, but Haiâan was happy.
Now Iâm yours. Youâll be mine when I bloom.
When Auguste opened his eyes, he found a bracelet of vine-braided straw on his wrist. At the junction of the straw rings, there was also light green juice flowing where the vines were broken. He immediately looked at Haiâan, but Haiâan stayed in the nest and did not stick out the vines, so Auguste could not see Haiâanâs wound. He sighed and took Haiâan into his arms and sat down against the wall.
He laid his chin gently on the cover of the small nest, and the night passed like this.
So the next day when everyone gathered, Colin, with his sharp eyes, immediately found the vine bracelet on Augusteâs wrist.
âWell, what is this? Was this JianJianâs token of love for you?â Colin began to tease Auguste.
But Auguste answered earnestly, âYes.â
Colin: â...â
Only Carl frowned and glanced up and down at Auguste. âAuguste, you...â
âLetâs get moving!â Auguste interrupted Carl and walked on.
Carl could not say anything more. He followed Auguste and left the cave of the snow wolves.
âWhatâs wrong?â Lydney walked next to Carl and found his attitude towards Auguste was a little strange.
â... Nothing.â Carl hung his head and suddenly added, âI will have it too.â
Lydney didnât catch Carlâs last words, âWhat did you say?â
But Carl did not answer Lydney. They were guided by the big wolf with the little wolf in his arms. His name was Jones and he was very tall, almost the same size as Auguste.
âBe very careful when you walk along these roads. We donât know when the insects will come out from under your feet and bite off your head in one bite.â Jones did not return to wolf shape, because then they could not communicate. Jones was wrapped in a huge wolf fur cloak. It was so tight and heavy that no wind could penetrate it.