"It seems that Boluogo has been very busy recently?"
"Not only is he very busy, he is simply the busiest person in the Order Bureau."
Aimu thought for a moment, then added, "Deputy Director Nathaniel has taken a back seat, and Holt is recuperating in a border sanatorium, so all these troubles fall on Boluogo's shoulders."
"Are you worried about him?"
"certainly."
Aimu recalled Boluogo's appearance, his tired expression and his wandering eyes from time to time.
"He...he's already so busy that he's a bit unfamiliar."
"strangeness?"
"Well, strange. He doesn't look like himself anymore. Instead, he is like an efficient flesh and blood machine. In addition to work, there is responsibility in his head. Sometimes when I look at his look, I can't breathe. I feel like
Facing a dark cloud full of heavy rain."
"That sounds really bad."
Aimu picked up the drink and drank it in one gulp, then forked a piece of dessert and took a bite of cream.
She said vaguely, "Yes, but there is nothing I can do about it. In this position, Boluogo has to bear corresponding responsibilities. What's more, he actually feels a little bit happy about it."
"Are you enjoying it? I heard Palmer say this. He said that once Boluogo gets into work mode, he is a complete workaholic, as if work is everything to him."
After discussing it eloquently for most of the time, Aimu put down his chair, holding the dinner plate in his hand, divided the dessert into small pieces, turned his head, and looked at Vosilin who had put down the chair like him and was half-lying to rest,
Aimu's eyes were a little more curious.
Amy asked, "Have you ever been in a similar situation with Palmer?"
"Of course," Wosilin closed her eyes and said, "In the end, we are all mortals. Unless the spirit is particularly twisted and needs to be sent to a mental hospital for treatment, everyone's emotional journey is quite similar, isn't it?
?”
Aimu carefully savored Vosilin's words. She was not sure whether Boluogo was mentally distorted, but after a rough thought, it seemed that none of them could be considered normal guys.
Forget it, even in industrial manufacturing, certain errors must be allowed, right?
"Tell me about it?"
Aimu's eyes lit up, curious about the love story between Wosselin and Palmer.
Woxilin has been working in the Order Bureau for a while. Due to various confusing reasons, she did not live with Palmer, but lived in the staff dormitory of the reclamation room. Therefore, besides working hours, Woxilin
Lin often got together with Aimu, chatting about some incomprehensible topics and killing boring time.
"Actually, there's nothing to talk about. Didn't Palmer say it many times before?"
Vosilin didn't know where to start. She didn't have Palmer's unique talent. For Palmer, it seemed that no matter how bad things were, he could easily tell them a joke.
Explain it.
Palmer is a natural comedian who can bring inexplicable joy to people anytime and anywhere.
"Um……"
Aimu recalled that she did remember a lot about Palmer's love story, but rather than that it was a real experience, Aimu would rather believe that it was a joke told by Palmer on purpose to make everyone laugh.
No, that's not a joke, it's a real fact.
"Anyway, I just used some small tricks to get engaged to Palmer," Wosilin showed a sly smile, as if she had everything in her hands, "Except for holding the wedding, all kinds of factual issues
, I have already solved it, even if Palmer wants to run away, he can't run away."
As Wosilin said, she turned over her palms and saw a silver ring suddenly appeared on her ring finger, shining brightly under the dim light.
"This is?"
Vosilin said mysteriously, "Wedding ring."
"ha?"
Aimu was stunned. After a moment of sluggishness, she said repeatedly, "But... I have never seen Palmer wearing it."
"Oh, I also have his one," Wo Xilin turned her palm over again, and there was a larger silver ring in her palm. "When we got engaged, he wasn't there, so I kept it for him.
.”
Woxilin's smile gradually turned sinister, "Look, this is a foolproof strategy."
Aimu sat up straight, and the way she looked at Vosilin completely changed, as if she was getting to know her again, and there was only admiration in her eyes.
"You can't blame me," Wosselin explained. "Palmer has been gone for a long time. Who knows if he will have a new love outside. Although I don't think he is that kind of person, but I don't think he is that kind of person."
You have to be prepared for everything possible, right?"
"Yes," Aimu nodded. She had heard similar words in Bologna, "To deal with all possibilities, this is a professional."
"That's right, professionals."
Vosilin sat up straight as she spoke. As if she knew all of Aimu's troubles, she put her hand on Aimu's shoulders and asked, "Are you feeling uneasy? Regarding the relationship between you and Boluogo.
of ties.”
Aimu shook his head, then nodded, "I would never doubt Boluogo, but..."
"I know, I know," as someone who has experienced it, Vosilin understands Amu's mood at this time. "I also believe in Palmer and have never doubted the feelings between me and him. The same goes for you.
You firmly believe that the connection between you is something that neither sword nor time can break.
But! But!”
Vosilin emphasized a few "buts" and continued, "However, no matter how firm we are, sometimes, when we are in a low mood or fall into sadness, we will inevitably have some doubts about the tightness of the bond.
Doubt the authenticity of your own emotions.”
"Um."
Aimu echoed in a low voice. Woxilin's words reminded her of the past. It was a long time ago. It was so faint in Aimu's memory. Now that she recalls it, it is like a dream.
In the chaotic ending of the timeline, the connection between Aimu and Boluogo was already so close, but it still took Boluogo a long time to win Aimu's final trust.
"So, sometimes we are like this, no matter how closely we are connected, we will have doubts from time to time, so that we long for such a trust ritual. As long as this trust ritual is achieved, we can trust each other absolutely.
Never be troubled by doubt again.
Even though this ceremony is essentially non-binding."
Aimu tasted Vosilin's words and realized belatedly, "Are you referring to marriage?"
"No, no, no, marriage is just a kind of trust ceremony in the secular sense," Vosilin explained carefully, "a trust, part of the contractual behavior."
"This sounds a bit stupid," Aimu thought for a while, "All it takes is a non-binding trust ceremony, and both parties will trust each other and never abandon each other. It feels like two stupid guys using the trust ceremony to