Endless Debt

One day, the Immortal Club.

Everything was as usual, music filled every corner of the bar, Sere was wearing a floral dress with a slit to the navel, and was dancing while mixing drinks, Bode was humming a song, wiping the tables and chairs, and Weier found a comfortable place. Once it has a nest, it can usually sleep all day long.

By the way, Saizong hadn't left yet at that time. He was jumping around beside Bode, hoping that Bode could play the ball throwing game with him.

Boluogo drank all the orange juice in the glass and asked the slightly drunk Palmer beside him.

"Come to think of it, Palmer, I always hear you mention your fiancée, but you have never said anything about your fiancée."

Palmer asked, "What do you mean?"

"What kind of person is she?"

Burlogo was very curious about what kind of person would be loved by a psychopath like Palmer, and what kind of person would actually accept Palmer's love.

Palmer was silent for a few seconds, staring at his reflection in the wine glass, and held back a sentence for a long time.

"A great guy," he continued, "Great!"

“That’s how you describe things you like,” Bologeau said. “Be more specific.”

Burlogo usually wouldn't ask Palmer such personal questions, but it suddenly occurred to him today, and his thirst for knowledge became even stronger.

Among the many people Borogo knew, Palmer was considered an extremely interesting and special person, and for this reason he became even more curious about Vosilin.

For a long time, Burlogo always felt that the so-called "fiancée" was just a tough excuse for Palmer to not admit that he had failed in life.

Palmer calls his fiancée at a fixed time every week. Bologna has not heard what they talked about specifically, but after the call ends, no matter how depressed Palmer looked before, he will be full of energy again. Like a car with a full gas tank.

Over time, the image of "fiancée" in Palmer's mouth became more and more real in Boluogo's heart. Boluogo felt that with Palmer's mind, it would be difficult for him to complete a lie so perfectly, so all that was left was A possibility now.

This guy actually has a fiancée.

Boluogo couldn't help but sigh, what kind of strange woman it was to be able to subjugate the monster Palmer.

"Woxilin..."

Palmer hesitated, not knowing where to start.

Burlogo guided Palmer, "How did you two meet?"

"The process of our acquaintance is very simple. Our families have contacts with each other. She lives in Fengyuan Highlands and we have known her since childhood."

"Then what?"

"Then...actually, I always treated her as a good brother from the beginning."

"Why good brothers?"

Palmer got drunk, "Because she looks and acts like a good brother!"

"for example?"

Boluogo became interested. He felt that the story of Palmer and Vosilin must be more interesting than he imagined.

"For example, she has a strange hobby. She likes fighting, boxing, wrestling and other martial arts sports. Of course, this part should be related to her family tradition, but it is still too strange that it all falls on a little girl."

When Palmer talked about this, he suddenly shuddered, as if he remembered something bad.

"In the beginning, she and I got to know each other through fighting. Thanks to her damn hobby, the ending was predictable. I was held down and beaten."

Palmer slammed the bar counter, causing the wine glass to squeak loudly.

"Who was I at that time, the heir of the Clerks family? Who dared to beat me like this except my father and mother!

But because I am the heir of the Clerks family, it would be too frustrating to directly ask others to fight for me, so I started training myself, hoping to win back one day! "

Bologo asked, "What's the result?"

Palmer's ignited momentum faded, "Lost... never won."

Boluogo began to control his expression, trying not to smile.

"Since I can't beat him, I can't hide from him... Since then, the relationship between Vosilin and I has been very tense, but we live in the same place and we often encounter each other," Palmer said, "Although I can't beat him... She, but I am still running pretty fast, Woxilin can’t catch up with me.”

"Although she is a good fighter, her endurance is very poor. She basically needs to rest and take a breath after running two steps." Palmer recalled the happy but not so happy childhood. "I found a solution. Wo Xilin’s method is to punch me and run away. She still can’t catch up with me, so she can only stand there helpless and furious.”

Love born out of fights, which was very much Palmer's style, and Borrowgo continued to listen.

"But this strategy doesn't always succeed. Sometimes if he runs too slowly, he will be grabbed by Woxilin's clothes and thrown to the ground, or he will be blocked by her and beaten and kicked.

In this way, we have been fighting since childhood, and gradually we are not so hostile to each other. We can also play together and "discuss" when nothing happens. "

Palmer thought about various experiences in his childhood. While he was still sleeping, Vosilin slammed the door hard to wake him up, and excitedly told himself what wrestling skills she had learned.

At this time, Palmer would give a few perfunctory compliments, and then Vosilin would grab him and let Palmer experience this new wrestling technique for himself.

"Love out of hate?"

"You can't say that," Palmer thought carefully, "Actually, for a long time, I didn't treat Vosilin as a member of the opposite sex."

"Why?"

"Have you ever seen a little girl who masters dozens of wrestling techniques and laughs while throwing you?" Palmer's hands shook uncontrollably and he added incoherently, "I'm a I rarely cry."

"Oh, by the way, she dresses very androgynously, with short hair and a tall body," Palmer said, scratching his chest, "and she's quite barren."

Boluogo nodded, his indifferent expression uncontrollable, and the corners of his mouth twitched from time to time. He could only clench his fists and control himself to listen instead of laughing loudly now.

"Then where did your transformation begin? I mean, you started to regard her as the opposite sex and developed a favorable impression of her."

"What about this? I told you the reason. I have a big dog named Laika. I ride it when nothing happens. One day Laika was injured. After the doctor checked, he said that Laika was old and it could no longer run. , I toss it like this every day, maybe it will age faster.

I was very sad at the time. I felt that my willfulness accelerated Laika’s aging. Since then, I stopped riding Laika. In order to compensate for it, I secretly went to the kitchen to give it food. "

Palmer took out the car keys from his pocket and waved them in front of Bologg's eyes. The sidecar motorcycle named Lycra was Palmer's favorite.

"My father saw my depressed look, so he bought me a motorcycle. I was still a kid, so it was a little difficult to ride it, but that didn't stop me from continuing to run endlessly on Fengyuan Highlands.

But one day the motorcycle broke down, and I couldn’t repair it. My dad didn’t care either. He couldn’t stand me riding a motorcycle every day. He thought I should focus on studying. It was not long after the coming-of-age ceremony. I should have started learning all kinds of extraordinary knowledge at that time, instead of running around having fun.

Woxilin said she could repair it. I didn’t know why she would repair such a thing, but it was broken anyway, so I asked her to try it. Later... I almost forgot about it.

One day I realized that I hadn’t seen Vosilin for a long time, so I went to look for her..."

Palmer's voice became softer, and he squinted his eyes, as if all the scenes from the past were close before his eyes. Although in his self-report, he was bruised all over by Wosselin, the corners of his mouth could not help but raise at this time.

“I clearly remember that it was a beautiful afternoon, cloudless, the bright sunshine fell without any cover, and the breeze carried the fragrance of grass and fields, blowing on my body, it felt very cool and comfortable.

Woxilin was sitting in the shadow of the corner. She was wearing a black vest, loose overalls, and her gloves were stained with dark oil. Some of the oil even rubbed onto her face, mixing with sweat.

She fiddled with the parts and twisted the wrench vigorously. On her bare arms, the lines of muscles were clearly visible, with both strength and delicacy coexisting.

I felt at the time that I was not looking at Vosilin, but a leopard tearing apart its prey..."

Palmer paused, with confusion in his eyes. Even after so many years, he still couldn't figure out the cause of his emotions. Fortunately, this didn't bother Palmer. He was a quite simple person, and he didn't understand many things. Too lazy to figure it out.

“I felt that the emotions I had accumulated towards Wosselin were released at that moment, like a blasted bridge, collapsing section by section, unstoppable.

I fell in love with Vosilin and couldn't help myself. "

Palmer drank all the wine in the glass and slammed it on the table. His affectionate self-narration ended. With a bit of pride and an attitude of seeking recognition, he shouted to Bologo.

"A girl who can repair motorcycles is so cool, isn't she?"

Boluogo nodded vigorously and clinked glasses with Palmer. Sere, who had been listening to the story, also cheered.

"Here's to this damn love story!"

Serei stepped on the bar and shook the bottle vigorously, spraying white foam everywhere.

After the carnival, on the way home, Burlogo staggered while holding Palmer on his shoulders.

"Did Vosilin fix the motorcycle in the end?"

Out of weird thinking, Boluogo was still very concerned about the fate of the motorcycle.

Palmer hiccupped and complained, "She knows how to fix a shitty motorcycle, she just thought it would be fun to tear it apart."

Time returns to the present.

Vosilin put one arm around Palmer's neck, and he was forced to cling to her like a little chicken.

Perhaps it had been too long since they had seen each other. Palmer blushed excitedly and stretched out his hand to gently pat Wosselin's arm, his body shaking non-stop.

"Ah, you are Borogo Lazarus, right? Palmer talks about you on the phone all the time."

Vosilin smiled and stretched out her hand towards Boluogo.

"Wasilin Fairlard."

Borogo responded kindly.

"Hello, I often hear Palmer mention you."

After looking at Vosilin up and down, Boluogo only thought that Vosilin was an overly beautiful man. After confirming Vosilin's gender, an indescribable temperament lingered on Vosilin's body.

Cold, elegant, calm, and a little bit... dominant? Like a queen of ice and stone.

In contrast, Burlogo did not feel that Palmer was the queen's consort, but more like her favorite male favorite.

Oh, by the way, Palmer.

Boluogo looked at Palmer under Vosilin's arm, and saw that this guy's eyes had turned white because he was too excited, and he fell into a blissful coma.

"You are much more special than I thought," Bologo added. "Fortunately, I am starting to get used to this specialness beyond expectation."

Everything in Fengyuan Highlands cannot be viewed with common sense, and Boluogo is deeply aware of this.

"Haha, you are so funny."

Wosselin raised her hand and slightly covered her lips, like a graceful lady.