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為了找囧扣的糧華麗麗的帶著辛老師回歸lofter(?   2020年初才入囧扣坑是不是太腿了QQQQQ   
求同好!!!!!(佔tag對不起
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為了找囧扣的糧華麗麗的帶著辛老師回歸lofter(?   2020年初才入囧扣坑是不是太腿了QQQQQ   
求同好!!!!!(佔tag對不起
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nifears

继续磕辛老师的尼禄

我真的🉑️🉑️🉑️🉑️🉑️🉑️🉑️🉑️🉑️


继续磕辛老师的尼禄

我真的🉑️🉑️🉑️🉑️🉑️🉑️🉑️🉑️🉑️

nifears
辛老师是什么绝世大美人!!!!...

辛老师是什么绝世大美人!!!!


看过他演的尼碌之后终于忍不住摸了一张

小皇帝太美太娇了1551

为辛老师打call!!!!!!!!!!


辛老师是什么绝世大美人!!!!


看过他演的尼碌之后终于忍不住摸了一张

小皇帝太美太娇了1551

为辛老师打call!!!!!!!!!!



蛊十六

_(:з」∠)_可辛水仙(lucianxaro)

走链接走链接  老福特我求求你做个人叭


改成Ao3辣!应该不会翻车了。(在评论)


*lucian×aro(黑暗传说狼人统领×暮光之城吸血鬼领袖)


*是和原作毫无关系的中世纪庄园设定(也没有用到多少中世纪就是啦(//∇//))


*农夫x贵族小少爷


*相对还挺豪华的……🚗💨?


*食用愉快


走链接走链接  老福特我求求你做个人叭


改成Ao3辣!应该不会翻车了。(在评论)


*lucian×aro(黑暗传说狼人统领×暮光之城吸血鬼领袖)


*是和原作毫无关系的中世纪庄园设定(也没有用到多少中世纪就是啦(//∇//))


*农夫x贵族小少爷


*相对还挺豪华的……🚗💨?


*食用愉快


  



解浮闲是屑

修图真好玩

拉郎真开心

第一次搞

然后我就拿我本命当小白鼠

大概是一直在脑补的几对?

我想写……不你不想

我又鸽了一天,耶!


修图真好玩

拉郎真开心

第一次搞

然后我就拿我本命当小白鼠

大概是一直在脑补的几对?

我想写……不你不想

我又鸽了一天,耶!


黄絮川填坑了吗
是投给辛墙的生日活动稿,这里也...

是投给辛墙的生日活动稿,这里也发一下xxxx 

板子坏了加纸不够画就只能画四个了,有机会再画画其他的或者来一张全家福xxx (你又在挖什么坑)

是投给辛墙的生日活动稿,这里也发一下xxxx 

板子坏了加纸不够画就只能画四个了,有机会再画画其他的或者来一张全家福xxx (你又在挖什么坑)

幺儿卒

把最近的囤一些辛发一下🐑

把最近的囤一些辛发一下🐑

🌠

我不是故意鸽那么久的呜呜呜

无耻之徒太好看乐呜呜呜

自调,禁all,抱留

(无耻之徒真的好看,卡梅隆莫汉纳真的绝)

over

我不是故意鸽那么久的呜呜呜

无耻之徒太好看乐呜呜呜

自调,禁all,抱留

(无耻之徒真的好看,卡梅隆莫汉纳真的绝)

over

马可菠萝

【GO CA】Happy New Year (Fin)

Summary:

Crowley and Aziraphale coming to China and celebrated Lunar New Year together.

Notes:

I know it's lantern festival today...forgive me hahaha
Again, not a native speaker so bear with me for the language mistakes.

[Appoximate reading time: about 6-10 min]
This was actually inspired by a weird...

Summary:

Crowley and Aziraphale coming to China and celebrated Lunar New Year together.

Notes:

I know it's lantern festival today...forgive me hahaha
Again, not a native speaker so bear with me for the language mistakes.

[Appoximate reading time: about 6-10 min]
This was actually inspired by a weird dream.
And I am dedicating this work to my recent emotional breakdown. Hope everyone can find their Crowley or Aziraphale!

Now sit back, relax and enjoy. It's HE and this really is the ride to the kindergarten(hhh)


Pupils dilated, shrinking the golden perimeter around. Hands placed on the cold surface, palms sweating slightly. Crowley looked into the mirror. It was a giant mirror, and quite clean, he noted. He stared and stared into his own eyes, leaning in. His eyes traveled down to his cheekbones in the reflection, then his slightly sunken cheeks, then the lips. That's all he could see now. A pair of lips. Wouldn't it be nice if they were Aziraphale's? His angel had that kind of lovely, cute, red-as-rose lips. They were so close now he could literally kiss them. His accelerated exhales created a small shade of fog that hid the lips from sight, but he could almost feel them waiting there, waiting for his next move. So slowly, he closed the distance between them. 

And it was cold on the lips. Freezing, chilling coldness. But it was also hot, like a burning sensation that hurts a lot. It's like... holy water. 

He peeked through his eyelashes to see the mirror turning into a pool of holy water, slightly rippling due to his touch by the lips. Now his reflection was twisted. The water trembled as if the vertical threshold suddenly no longer existed and the gravity took control. Then... 

His eyes snapped open, forehead shining from a thin layer of sweat. 

"Shit."

Crowley got up, mumbling under his breath complaining about the cold weather and the air conditioner that seemed to be on a strike. While he was brushing his teeth the weird dream suddenly sank in and he stared at his reflection with a mouthful of white foam, lost in his trail of thoughts. 

At some point the phone rang, pulling him back to reality. Aziraphale's joyful and energetic voice soared through the wire, "Hi dear, I was wondering we could get on the same plane...?"

Crowley spit the foam out and picked up the phone, "Why would I want to be on the same plane with you, Angel? "This is somewhat strange because usually he's the one bringing up things they could do and Aziraphale often just went along with it.

"You know, people can be quite annoying on a plane..."Aziraphale sounded a little bit taken aback by Crowley's bluntness, but his voice was especially cute when he was not getting what he wants. Crowley smiled at the empty air before him, and... 

He opened his eyes. Again.

It was a dream. A dream that's inside a dream. It was so vivid, he thought, at least I could take some hint...

So he snapped a finger, booked two first-class tickets next to each other on the plane to China this afternoon. The plane takes more than 10 hours, and they could spend a night on the plane. It seemed quite unlikely that those supernatural creatures would ever be bothered by jet lag, but Aziraphale insisted on the schedule.

He had absolutely no idea as to why they were going to China. It's clearly not because of a surging religious trend, and he could sense that it would never happen. Crowley could never have thought of, not in a thousand years, that their bosses wanted to have a vacation in London and would like to get him and his "Angel" out of the way.

 


They were lying on their back watching different movies quietly. Crowley tried to start some conversation, but Aziraphale had something else on his mind. He was rubbing his chubby baby hands together in a way that he did when he gave Crowley the holy water decades ago. Crowley couldn't possibly think of anything that could tense him up like this. They have gone on a trip together for many many times, too many that he lost count. 

"Did you know that China has something called "Lucky Bag"? I heard it's similar to fortune cookies, so I guess they are really into those kinds of things...huh..." His voice trailed off.

Crowley swallowed back the correction that lucky bag was, in fact, originated in Japan, and simply replied, "We can get one if you like, you know."

Aziraphale's eyes lit up. "That would be lovely, thank you, darling. "

Then they fell back to silence.


It was when Crowley thought about the dream again. He glanced over to see Aziraphale breathing shallowly with his eyes closed. His eyelashes flickered involuntarily. His mouth hung slightly open, and suddenly as if the demon inside him was awake from a long, refreshing sleep, Crowley felt like a piece of iron drawn to the magnet.

Aziraphale woke to see Crowley staring at his face.

"Do I have something on my face? A cake crumb, for example?" He frowned, shifting in the chair trying to find his handkerchief, which was difficult with the dim light in the cabin.

"N...Yes. Let me help you." Crowley leaned in, brushed aside an invisible crumb at the corner of his mouth, and smiled. "There you go."

“Oh Crowley, that's nice of you..."

"Don't say that. I'm not nice." Crowley hissed through his tightly clenched teeth.

 


They arrived in the morning, still too early for the sun to rise fully. "What now? " Crowley asked casually with his hands in the pocket, swaying on his feet like he had no bones.

"Well...." Aziraphale had this look that Crowley had never seen.

"What did your lot tell you to do?"

"You know, hanging out here, doing some temptations and so on. Strangely, though, they implied me to go with you. That's a bit confusing."

"That's because...I'm the one you are supposed to tempt."

"WHAT?"

"And you are my mission too..." Aziraphale lowered his head, staring at his toes. "I figured this out on the plane. There's no other explanation. "

"Guess this won't be the first time we fail on our assignments, huh?" Crowley was amused.

"It's not funny, Crowley! You know what people in hell are like, for heaven's sake!" He shivered. It wasn't exactly a nice experience being Crowley. "And my lot is not as kind as they seem as well..."

"Chinese restaurants! "Crowley cut in. "Don't you always want to try some?"

"Yes, but..."

"Come on, let's worry about that later, shall we?"

The peckish Angel couldn't say no.

"It's really good. Are you really not going to order anything? How about trying some?" 

Crowley opened his mouth wide in response. 

"What?" He was slightly offended by Aziraphale's startled expression, "It's supposed to be a temptation. "

Crowley was pleased to have a mouthful of the porridge, and it did taste good. Maybe because it came from Aziraphale. 

"They don't have any fortune cookies! "Aziraphale complained, "I thought they were all about fortune and luck." He wiped his mouth with the napkin, almost satisfied by a proper Chinese breakfast. 

"Actually that's my invention, those fortune cookies." Crowley was amused by the shock on Aziraphale's lovely face, and shrugged his shoulders before going on."Thought it's' a good idea to give out false hope. Kind of works better than a real strike sometimes."

"Well, that's...." Aziraphale couldn't think of any adjectives so he decided to let the sentence hung in midair. 

"Do you know it's new year's eve? " Crowley asked casually, fingertips knocking on the table at a fast pace.

"Of course, but people usually celebrate it with their family, or so I heard."

"Let's celebrate together anyways. What do you say?"

"You are my family. "Crowley said in his mind. 

 

So there they were, sitting in a big hotel room, which certainly didn't look like a hotel room anymore. From ceiling to floor, there were red decorations everywhere, on the table sat two cups of wine and delicious Chinese cuisine covering all the space. They had been drinking, of course. 

"It's....it's almost new year."

"hmmm?"

"Come on, let's go outside. There will be fireworks."

"What?"

The drunken Aziraphale was pushed to the balcony. Then he saw it. Gigantic, gorgeous fireworks that lit up the whole neighborhood. The red light felt warm despite the cold wind. 

Then he noticed Crowley stepped next to him. His hand reached out to hold his angel's. 

They stood silently watching the show with their hands clenched together until the last blast died into silence. 

"Happy new year, Angel."

"You too, dear."

"I love you. You know that, right?"

"Crowley..."

The demon held his breath for the blow. 

"Of course I know. "Aziraphale eyed him with disbelief. "I'm an angel, after all."

"And?"

"I'm afraid we are hereditary enemies. An angel and a demon, huh?"

"...."

"I do love you though, my dear. "

Crowley looked down on their hands.

He smiled.

Then he suddenly remembered. There was a dream, right?

Turned out Aziraphale's lips tasted better than he thought. Way better. The soft touch and the slight scent of red wine almost drove him out of his devil's mind.

They parted lips. Aziraphale smiled back. "What took you so long to say it?"

The demon shrugged, and then he said, "In this case, I think I just did a favor and helped both of us complete our mission."

"And we have a two-week vacation ahead of us."


(Fin)


Thanks for reading! If you like it please tell me or comment below! It would mean a lot to me, honestly.

秋子秋子秋子

是生贺图,一直忘记发【捂脸】

是生贺图,一直忘记发【捂脸】

哗哗哗哗漏

“全世界的颜色呀,因为你都突然黯淡了!”


《王尔德的情人》中的可辛实在太漂亮了,我尖叫!

“全世界的颜色呀,因为你都突然黯淡了!”




《王尔德的情人》中的可辛实在太漂亮了,我尖叫!

解浮闲是屑

【GO】那个花花公子终于被他的八卦整惨了

summary:迈尔斯是伦敦远近闻名的八卦制造者,漂亮至极的他和他的朋友们简直养活了伦敦的所有报社——可他这次是真真正正栽了,栽在了利特尔约翰少爷手上。

谁能想象到这个衣食无忧出手豪阔大少爷就是心眼小爱当真呢。


*光彩年华au,两个败家子有钱人的故事,还是身份扮演

*我是标题狗,标题与正文其实无关


0.

“你玩得开心吗,金杰?”

“很开心。嗨,我遇到一个非常好的伙计,叫迈尔斯。是个好人。你知道,很友好。这就是我为什么喜欢真正高尚的聚会一一你会遇到这么好的伙计。我的意思是,有些伙计得花好几年才能了解,而像迈尔斯这样的伙计我马上就感觉到是一个好朋友。”...

summary:迈尔斯是伦敦远近闻名的八卦制造者,漂亮至极的他和他的朋友们简直养活了伦敦的所有报社——可他这次是真真正正栽了,栽在了利特尔约翰少爷手上。

谁能想象到这个衣食无忧出手豪阔大少爷就是心眼小爱当真呢。

 

*光彩年华au,两个败家子有钱人的故事,还是身份扮演

*我是标题狗,标题与正文其实无关

 

0.

“你玩得开心吗,金杰?”

“很开心。嗨,我遇到一个非常好的伙计,叫迈尔斯。是个好人。你知道,很友好。这就是我为什么喜欢真正高尚的聚会一一你会遇到这么好的伙计。我的意思是,有些伙计得花好几年才能了解,而像迈尔斯这样的伙计我马上就感觉到是一个好朋友。”

(本段来自原著)

1.

这里是伦敦,对,是的,这里纸醉金迷的气息可以辨认出来——上流社会在这个大城市里莺歌燕舞,在各种地方开派对办沙龙,他们彻夜狂欢,脸上有时候挂的都是欢尽濒死的笑容。他们明显不会觉得这会有什么灾难即将到临——更不会觉得是来自隔壁不远的国家,当然,这是后话。

现实是他们仍然在雾都夜夜笙歌,似乎国家大事跟他们没有任何关系——哦,去他的,谁会管这种东西,国事与他们有关系吗?每年的税又没有少他一便士。

这里几乎所有人都这么想,他们仍在尽情欢歌,舞池中的男男女女扭动着腰肢,丝毫不会有这有多怪异或者难为情的想法——因为这是时尚,是名流的标本。

迈尔斯打着拍子来标准自己的舞步,虽然这场宴会目标就是狂欢就是极乐,但他可不会这么要求自己,他只会要在尽兴的情况下舞姿也会完美至极。

“哦迈尔斯!——你也太当真了宝贝!”阿加莎有些不喜地娇嗔道,她已经被提醒了有十三次的没跟上拍了。

“你真该去学学妮娜,舞会动物会教会你的,亲爱的。”迈尔斯收回自己原本扶着她腰的手,眉头蹙了起来,神情表现出的似乎是小小的生气。

“喔,你生气了?——这可不会吧?”女孩跟凑上前了点去看迈尔斯的脸,俩人这下距离可不远。她这个举动在他们认为可是正常的很,当然,在别人眼里可不得了——比如说对面那个红头发留着小胡子的男人,他已经喝了今天第四杯Moet & Chandon了。

“小姐,你又在瞎猜什么?”迈尔斯似乎被逗到了而忍不住笑起来,他伸出一根手指摇了摇表示否认,然后指尖毫无犹豫地再点上对面姑娘的额头轻轻一推,语气既娇纵又带有一点独有的宠溺,“好啦,我想你也不乐意光在我手底下受罪——首相大人还在等着你呢,快点去吧,甜心。”

金发女孩一愣神,然后突然想起什么浑身一哆嗦,然后弓起背一溜烟蹿进了舞池中央人群里,连声“再见”都没跟迈尔斯说。

被冷落的男孩也不泄气,他只是无奈地笑笑,没有接着完成他的“强迫症”事业而是退隐到了放着酒水的桌子边,顺手接过别人递给他的香槟一饮而尽。

“……这是我喝过的,我只想给你敬酒而已,迈尔斯先生。”利特尔约翰少爷看着迈尔斯扔过来的空杯子,表情有些一言难尽。

“哇哦,我以为你是给我的。”迈尔斯无辜地眨着眼睛,好像真的是这么认为的一样,但这种纯情的样子待不了太久,一转眼他就倚着桌子变回那副伶牙俐齿了,“——得了吧金杰,这里可不是什么外交宴会,别拿敬酒搪塞我,亲爱的。”

“我有时候真觉得你很好骗,就像这次,如果是别人给你递的酒呢?如果里面下了药呢?——”金杰现在似乎真的有些愤怒,他转过身来正对着他,眼睛都瞪大了想跟他辩论。

“哦,那可真是不幸。”迈尔斯装作懊恼的样子轻叹一声,明显没有在反思——看金杰板着的脸略微松了下来后便直接拽住了那人的领带,身体不由得向前倾呈一个陷他怀里的姿势,红唇送到耳边,“当然我不介意你这么做,你知道的。”

“——迈尔斯?!!!”

调戏完人的坏孩子当然心满意足,他从口袋中摸出镜子,完全无视掉对面人有些害羞的恼怒,哼着小调理起自己的额发——却被金杰直接伸手抢走。

“干嘛?!”

金杰盯着迈尔斯因为不耐烦已经眯起的双眼,面无表情地将镜子往后随手一扔。

“要你,负责。”

2.

“所以,你说的要我负责就是这样?”被扶着腰在舞池中起舞的迈尔斯忍不住翻了个白眼,“哦天哪。”

“不然你想干什么?”金杰带着他转了个圈,似乎有些不理解。

“金杰,你要知道,情人之间的赔礼不需要像那些中世纪贵族一样要鞠个躬再问‘哦小姐我能邀请您跟我来支Waltz吗’——嗷!克鲁利你搞什么?!”迈尔斯突然失礼尖叫起来,还叫出了一个略微诡异的名字。幸好这四周都是闹哄哄的,没人会注意这一段不愉快的小插曲,除了“话匣子”先生——他们的照相机可说巧不巧地正好拍到了利特尔约翰少爷将手下滑,然后在迈尔斯挺翘圆润的臀部狠狠一掐。

“没什么,提醒你不要堕落了。”金杰——哦不应该说是迈尔斯口中的“克鲁利”低声回应他,语气有些咬牙切齿,“这不是你的职责,angel。”

“不,这是迈尔斯的举动,与权天使无关。”亚茨拉菲尔瞪了他一眼,“你要学会分辨我们。”

“哦好吧。”克鲁利右脚刷过左脚旁,横移一步,向左倾斜,完全无视掉亚茨拉菲尔那张施了粉黛的脸上露出的不耐烦感叹道,“真搞不懂天堂这下的又是什么棋。撒旦在下,我认为诱惑这一方面应该是地狱的职责。”

“克鲁利,这没有什么诱惑一说——我认为这是一项非常,非常伟大的间谍生涯。”亚茨拉菲尔,左脚刷过右脚旁,横移一步,向右倾斜,有些责怪地嘟囔道,“天堂在我身体里种下迈尔斯这一人格是为了更好的隐藏我。”

“哦醒醒吧,如果加百列不傻的话,他绝对是怕你这么——这么纯洁的小天使被一眼看穿,所以才排了迈尔斯这么个小妖精。”克鲁利带着亚茨拉菲尔同时收脚并拢,有心的恶魔还留意了一下倾斜和上升运动的保持,以之交替重心和下降的转化,生怕他的天使摔倒——后来才反应过来,站在他面前的不是毫无舞蹈天赋的权天使亚茨拉菲尔,而是被打包好了的“舞会动物”迈尔斯,他的身姿轻巧如燕,甚至比自己这个恶魔还要好。

克鲁利莫名有些失望。

“加百列其实对这件事并不是很重视。”亚茨拉菲尔随着克鲁利向右退的动作而向左进,然后还做了个侧身——迈尔斯真的是个舞蹈天才,这些动作是权天使之前都不敢想象的熟练,他没注意到恶魔突然的泄气,而是说出了自己最疑惑的地方,“可他告诉我的却是那么可怕——天哪,法/西/斯!又一场大洪水,可我们的诺亚方舟呢!”

“那说明这并不是很危险的事,至少世界毁灭还犯不上——上一次这不都挺过来了吗?德国佬可真是爱引战。”克鲁利又将左脚刷过右脚旁,横移一步,向右倾斜,表情不甚在意,“还打压了这群欧洲贵族的嚣张跋扈。”

“可战争和灾难带来的是无尽的痛苦——哦迈尔斯你先别说话,我觉得它是。”亚茨拉菲尔跟着他右脚刷过左脚旁,横移一步,向左倾斜,然后将自己心里那另一个人格压下去,醉生梦死的公子爷当然不会理解这些东西,即使战争就在眼前。

“可如果让这些欧洲国家再继续下去的话——那人类就不是上帝的孩子了,他们将成为杀戮者和奴隶。”克鲁利难得没有用开玩笑的语气,他板着脸,连接下来的动作都没有跟着去做。

“金杰。”迈尔斯踢了一下他接下来该收回去却愣在原地的脚,似乎是在责怪他的不配合,他凑了上去沉着气说道,“——隔墙有耳。”

克鲁利转头,舞池里形形色色的人醉态百出,但并没有在意他们的人,他挑挑眉,施了个小小的奇迹让所有不知道什么时候就会注意到他们的人全都打消了这个念头。

“但我说的没错。”恶魔仍不打算悔改,他不会像天使一样看人间都是用博爱的心态,这么多年过去了,他阅尽了人类的丑恶百态,到现在为止克鲁利还是搞不明白为什么印第安人递给哥伦布的是橄榄枝,换来的却是血淋淋。“我睡了一个世纪,但脑子依旧灵光。”

“哦,可能是的——但接下来的事情的确很疯狂,我们必须得阻止。”亚茨拉菲尔选择不否认他,他只是担心接下来人类的路程,“但上帝这么做绝对有她的用意。”

“又是不可言喻的。”克鲁利简直要扶额,“谁能告诉我上帝她老人家那无比聪明的脑瓜里都装了些什么?!”

“克鲁利!——”

“噢,我其实觉得阻止这场战争最好的方法就是现在去德国杀了希特勒——还有意大利那个墨索里尼。”克鲁利吐着蛇信嘶嘶地道,反正四周人也没人注意得到他,只不过用金杰这张脸就显得无比滑稽了。

“你怎么能引诱一位天使做这种暗杀的事?”亚茨拉菲尔责怪地瞥了他一眼,虽然权天使曾经也想过这种方法的可行性,但现实似乎并不赞同,“上帝想要一件事情成功,那就绝对不会有其他出路,就算杀了希特勒也无济于补。”

“这可不一定,不然玛雅人的预言中为什么只有阿道思的出生与死亡?”克鲁利依然提出了他的想法,似乎钻牛角尖成了一种习惯,“要是我是你我一定会这么做,墨索里尼的光头也让我看不顺眼。”

“你这是歧视。”亚茨拉菲尔无奈地撇嘴,语气带着一种安抚。

“但我更疑惑的是,为什么加百列会让你潜伏到不列颠?——你看看他们亲爱的首相那副模样!”克鲁利做了个眼神,示意亚茨拉菲尔去看正与阿加莎狂欢的那位大人物,等天使将目光放在他想让他看到的画面时啐上一口,“怪不得媒体会喜欢那他的风月韵事来博眼球。”

“——也许,是为了以后更好的首相吧。”亚茨拉菲尔顿了一会,然后把心中猜测说了出来,“他该下台了。”

“真难得,会从你口中听到这么伤人的一句话。”克鲁利松开亚茨拉菲尔的腰打了个响指,将自己的奇迹解除,“好了今天的闲聊就到这里,我们浪费了太多时间了,迈尔斯。”

舞会动物一秒就恢复了本态,他挑眉将手放在金杰手中,然后转了个圈扑到那人怀里,笑的千娇百媚。

“好的,利特尔约翰先生——我允许你邀请我挑一支没有别人打搅的舞。”

3.

“哦天哪!——”

这是迈尔斯抓狂的大叫声,他死死地抓着那些荒唐的报纸,神情是鲜有的惊恐。

仍然还在床上迷糊着的金杰被吵醒,他坐起来揉揉眼睛,有些不解地看向突然崩溃的迈尔斯:“怎么了,angel?”

迈尔斯将报纸扔给金杰,看他的表情似乎与这位主有关。金杰展开被自己情人捏的不成样子的日报,头版题目在他脑子里过了一遍没起什么波澜,但附带上的照片可让他直接惊醒了——泛黄的黑白报纸上印着的无疑是一张艳照,上面的迈尔斯娇笑着已经有了醉态,他扑在一个男人怀里将如花瓣的嘴唇送上,而那个男人只露出了下巴和唇,虽然看他那极有标志性的小胡子完全可以看出这是利特尔约翰先生,可没人会承认的。

这就是金钱的威力。迈尔斯在心中大呼“怎么能这样”,但现实中他只是陷在了困难里,眼睛瞪得大大的大口呼着空气,如一条濒死的鱼。

金杰也有一时半会没反应过来——假的,这明明就是克鲁利故意的,但他现在极力伪装成惊讶的样子,努力表现着自己的无辜。

毕竟他可不想让他这已经放飞自我的爱人落入别人的网里——那个叫泰格的,该死的杂种已经盯着他的屁股看了好几天了!

“看来你不得不去法国避会儿风头了。”金杰装作惋惜的样子感叹道,“这就是人类啊,他们为什么没有曝出我的呢亲爱的。”

“难道就只是因为你有钱?”迈尔斯实在想不明白,他双手在举着乱晃,“哦不对克鲁利,你昨晚明明施了奇迹——”

“那时已经撤了。”金杰耸肩,“我拒绝不了你的主动。”

天使气的说不出话来。

“也许这是上帝的旨意呢。”克鲁利依然面不改色地瞎编,他其实一开始的用意是让“话匣子”先生登上他们的亲密照——谁知道人类这么势利,这么做非但不能宣誓他的主权,还会把他的天使逼走。克鲁利觉得这无法忍受,但眼前还是安慰亚茨拉菲尔最重要,“战争即将爆发,法国也将会是反抗者——他们的战场也许更需要天使的福音。”

亚茨拉菲尔这才平静了下来,他抿着嘴,表情依然是迈尔斯的不屈,但他明显已经接受了这个现实。

“我会与你同在。”金杰起身将迈尔斯拉入怀中,用小胡子去蹭他的脖子。

“永远。”

4.

“你们不能杀了我——这要写很多报告的!”亚茨拉菲尔惊呼道。

这时教堂的门突然被打开,伴着“呼哧呼哧”的声音,旁边的间谍们一愣,亚茨拉菲尔也怔住了——但显然心态是不一样的,他目不转睛地看着一团黑影蹦蹦跳跳地顺着教堂过道跑到自己面前,看着那么滑稽的场景心里有种说不出来的滋味。

“抱歉,圣地啊——啊嘶——这就像赤脚走在沙滩上。”克鲁利跳着说,连语气都能听得出来他此时有多难受。

“你过来干什么?!”亚茨拉菲尔瞪着眼,丝毫没有那种久别重逢的喜悦,他对于恶魔这个出场感到既惊奇又头疼。

“阻止你惹上麻烦!”克鲁利的话也是恶狠狠,但他现在的确无法做到轻声细语,“你回伦敦了怎么不告诉我一声?害得我还想着要不要去巴黎再救你一次!”

“我早该想到的,这些人为你做事!”天使不会给极恶好脸色,他咬着这些字母音节用着骂人的语气——当然他不会骂人。

“才不是,他们只是一群在伦敦瞎闹的愚蠢纳/粹间谍!到处要挟杀害别人——早说了要趁早解决了希特勒那个混蛋!我只是不想看你丢脸。”克鲁利解释道,他这句话并不是多有说服力,但幸好那群间谍不负“愚蠢”的名号——

“——安东尼·J·克鲁利先生?久仰大名。”那个与丘吉尔首相有着一半相似的间谍先开了口,亚茨拉菲尔脑子里立刻警铃大作。

“安东尼?”

“怎么,你不喜欢?”

“不,我没这么说,我会习惯的——就像金杰·利特尔约翰一样。”天使摇头否认。

“哦,你的迈尔斯还在吗?”克鲁利突然像是被点醒了一样问道,可亚茨拉菲尔注定会让他失望:“不,米迦勒已经用圣水给我洗掉了。”

“哦撒旦。”克鲁利吐了吐舌头,“真可惜。”

“大名鼎鼎的克鲁利先生?”女特工绝美的脸上居然出现了一点遐想的表情,但却立马归为平静,“真可惜你们今天都要死在这里。”

“‘J’的全名是什么?”亚茨拉菲尔忽然转头问道,他似乎完全没有把指着他的枪口放在眼里。

“其实就只有‘J’而已。”克鲁利摇头否认,又莫名被其他东西吸引了视线,“快瞧啊,满满的圣水,居然没人守护。”

其中的间谍头子已经完全看不下去他们的瞎扯了——元首啊,他们居然还想着圣水!他冷着脸转身对他的伙计下命令道:“别再东拉西扯的,杀了他们。”

在他们要开始实施恶行时,克鲁利跳着及时出言阻止说:“还有一分钟左右,德国一架轰炸机会投放一枚炸弹,不偏不倚地射中此处,如果你们全部拔腿狂奔,也许能免除一死——你们不会喜欢死亡的,更不会乐见死后的世界。”

“你真以为我会相信你这句话?”愚蠢到底的间谍果真不会相信恶魔的好心,真不知道他们的元首是怎么能把这种大事放心的交给他们,“今晚所有的飞弹将投在伦敦东区。”

“是的,但在最后一刻,恶魔必须出手干预,扰乱飞行路径就好了——”克鲁利将手臂张开,他有些不理解这些人类的做法,“你们这是在浪费宝贵的逃跑时间!假如三十秒过后真的有炸弹投放至此,那就必须出现真正的奇迹,我和我的朋友才能幸免于难了。”

“真正的奇迹?”亚茨拉菲尔仔细地品了品这句话。

“杀了他们,他们很碍眼。”

这时克鲁利终于站稳,他伸出双手指向教堂顶部,飞机的轰鸣声应景而响,此时的恶魔就像一位伟大的指引者。

“——嘭!——!”

亚茨拉菲尔睁眼,四周已经成了一片废墟,他在最后一秒按照克鲁利说的去做——一个能护着他们的,真正的奇迹。

“你刚才真的是好心。”

“闭嘴!”恶魔有些不乐意,他将自己的墨镜带好,又是那么一副和别人有深仇大恨的模样。

“真是如此,最起码不用写报告了——哦那些书!我完全忘了那些书!”

克鲁利看着亚茨拉菲尔焦急的神色,扯扯嘴角默不作声地走到旁边将那个间谍死都紧紧抓着的包拿了过去。

“他们全都被炸个——”

“我这个恶魔的小奇迹杰作。”

天使愣愣地接过,克鲁利则装作酷酷的样子无视他的表情。

“欢迎回来,要我送你回家吗。”

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