Gary took my hand.

When Greer reached the17th planet, he received the17th letter from Jadros.

This is the fourth year after the competition.

Just as the sun shines on an iceberg and makes it melt slowly, and finally becomes the sea of Wang Yang, some feelings between Gadros and Greer don't know when they began to become subtle and conspicuous, and both of them know it well and seem to accept it naturally-but they don't.

The reason is that others seem vague and think their actions are ridiculous, but Greer knows better and Gadros knows better. After the game, they only stayed together for a year, and then they separated.

Greer went to be his traveler, and Gadros went back to be his king.

It was an ordinary sunny night. Garderos didn't sleep. He heard the door next door gently pushed open. As a god-maker, he can hear clearly. The familiar breathing stopped at the door of his room for a while, and then the footsteps faded away.

This is probably a farewell for two people.

Greg must have walked into the wilderness when the stars were shining. Maybe he will look back and leave. After a while, he will be on the spaceship, outside the sky overhead, overlooking his planet from space, and then looking at the bright stars in the distant universe.

But Jardros can still find him.

They didn't have much contact, but they never broke off.

In the seventeenth letter, Jared Ross, as usual, wrote some trivial things about himself on the star of Sanctuary, mocked some weak or stubborn old ministers with stupid ideas, or talked about things he had contacted. Even things that others thought were confidential, he wrote them correctly and was not afraid of being leaked at all.

Of course, Greg wouldn't do that either.

The trust between the two is as always.

It was nearly midnight when Greg finished reading the letter. His planet is in a vibrant spring day, and the grass under his feet is soft and comfortable, but it still feels a little cold in the wild-he has no fixed place to live and runs around, but even if he sleeps under the starry sky in the wild this time, jared Ross's letter is delivered to him.

He is too lazy to think about it, what's more. ...

When Jared Ross looked at him, he was quietly looking back.

He turned the letter to the blank back and spread it out on his knees. With the flickering firelight, he began to write down his recent experiences and experiences, which were simple and straightforward. He occasionally added a few words of his own thoughts. Without much writing, he picked up the pen, folded the manuscript paper and stuffed it into his coat pocket, intending to send it back to the next town.

The manuscript paper in his pocket clung to his chest, and his heartbeat gradually became warm.

In the past, 16 letters were treated equally.

Gadereau's stationery always uses only one side, and the blank on the other side is slowly filled by Greer. The letter I sent has a Caderousse arrogance. The black five-pointed star struck heavily in the center of the letter paper, leaving a deep impression, as if proudly leaving a chapter in his own territory. Vine-like bronzing surrounds the letter paper, tenacious and dazzling, firmly prohibiting the words bearing Caderousse's feelings.

And banned his heart.

Greg's answer is different. /kloc-The envelopes of 0/7 letters are a little random. Before sending a letter, he will go into a shop and buy a simple stationery that looks pleasing to the eye, or print local snacks, mountains and rivers, or print last month's flowers. There are probably a few pages turned over and written with local advertising words. He writes down his memorized address on the back of the stationery, and occasionally sends back some gifts with the letter, such as photos or flowers. ...

The gift was neatly packed by Jardros and put on the bookshelf in the room. You can see it when you look up, and the writing paper is where it is easy to get.

Greer's reply is nothing fancy, simple in writing, probably pale in description, and nothing excessive between paragraphs. Some time intervals are obvious and have no literary value. It's just that this is naturally not as good as Gadereau's masterpieces in memory, but Greer's writing is exquisite and beautiful, and between the lines, it is also obvious that Gadereau is easy to understand, so these stationery became the most read text by Gadereau, together with leather stationery.

It is time. After reading the seventeenth letter, Caderousse thought so.

He sent the last letter.

Before, he would think, how could there be a guy in this world who is more like an artificial man than an artificial man? That is Greer, who is bound to death and doesn't look like a strong man at all in his mind, but he has seen Greer's eyes, and there is a soul who bears everything but lives firmly and vividly than others.

What about now?

Greer received a letter from Gadros on the 18th planet, but he opened the envelope, which contained only an image projector.

Caderousse's image was projected before him. Caderousse looks more mature in the king's costume, holding a scepter and wearing a crown. He seemed to say something, but Greer didn't care.

He saw Caderousse, standing not far away, behind the image, wearing the usual clothes he had worn in the past games, and then casually came up to him, crossed the screen and reached out to him.

He is as stubborn as a treasure locked in the tightest safe in the world. Jared Ross thought, it doesn't matter, he can always open it.

Isn't it natural that the most precious treasure in the world belongs to the most powerful king?

Greer paused for a moment, then smiled helplessly and took Jared Ross's left hand.

It looks much simpler. Not much like a robot. It's not as cold as before. Gaderous grabbed Greer's hand, and his palm was warm, flowing down his left arm to his heart.

He is as beautiful as ever.

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