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坐在Hugo的办公椅上，Leonardo无聊地托着腮，视线扫过桌面一如既往整齐放置的文件堆。这些文件好像永远没有减少的时候。

议会和公爵领的事情确实太多，而且总有些麻烦的家伙闲着没事干平白要给人添乱。Leonardo对这些完全没兴趣，只能有些怜悯而又事不关己地想“真辛苦啊”，便移开视线。

然后视野中滑入纸堆旁的一副眼镜。

Hugo的眼镜。

Leonardo登时来了兴致。他见过Hugo戴眼镜，但也只有一次，而且看得并不仔细。如今回想起来，那模样仍颇有些新奇。那时Hugo也是在批阅文件。那回还是在议会别馆的花园……不，别想了。还是看看这个眼镜吧。

他拿起眼镜，左右打量。很轻，看起来简约，却很精巧细致，能感觉到是高级品。

Hugo应该经常会在看文件时戴眼镜吧。他明明也经常会找Hugo，为什么却至今仅仅见过一次呢？

明明只是小小一副眼镜，为什么Hugo戴上之后却仿佛有了些微妙又显著的变化呢？

回忆分明清晰，却又似乎有些模糊，只是始终带着陌生。或许是因为当时只是短暂瞥了几眼。真想再看看Hugo戴眼镜的模样。

再怎么高级精致也不过是副眼镜，看几眼就结束了。但Leonardo没放下手。金眼盯着精细镜框，盯着透明镜片，眨了眨。

镜腿展开，Leonardo将眼镜戴上。

眼前晕乎乎的。文件堆好像变得更清晰了，也因为太过清晰，反而略微看不清楚。这感觉实在奇怪，他立刻把眼镜摘下，稳妥放回桌面后，闭上眼睛用手揉了揉。

脚步声靠近，Leonardo睁开眼，看见Hugo从打开的门中走进来。

“Leo，抱歉，等很久了吗？”

他没有回应，注视大步走近的Hugo的脸。Hugo也注视他的脸，观察着他的表情，声音比先前略微沉缓。

“怎么了？”

Leonardo瞥过桌面眼镜，又望向Hugo：“你再靠近点。”

Hugo眉毛一挑，也瞥了眼眼镜，即时了然。他来到桌边，伸手拿过眼镜，却没戴。在男人沉稳的微笑中，Leonardo和那双蓝眼沉默对视。

“不戴上吗？”Leonardo开口。Hugo分明知道怎么回事了，他肯定是故意的。

“现在不需要。”

绝对是故意的。Hugo虽然平静如常，但绝对是故意的。明明是平时阅读都会戴的眼镜。然而同时这话很合理，不批阅文件的现在，确实不需要戴眼镜。Leonardo面无表情，用同样平静的语调说：“可是我想看你戴眼镜的样子。”

Hugo顿了顿，突然像刚才无事发生一样，非常自然地戴上眼镜。

还是那张英俊面庞，还是那副简约眼镜，可有什么东西——或许是氛围——瞬间不一样了。Leonardo睁大眼睛，不由抬起身，凑近了仔细端详。果然还是很新奇。

隔着镜片，眼睛似乎没有变化，又似乎变得更加清晰，也似乎变得轻微模糊。镜片透明无色，然而不知是否因为镜面反射的微光，他微妙地感觉像有薄雾笼上了海面。

双手伸出，捏上镜腿，缓缓前移。没有了镜片的隔挡，蓝色忽然清亮，变回他熟悉的模样，只是还迷蒙泛着亮光。

Leonardo忽然看见了金色的映光。

Hugo的眼睛始终看着他。

身体后移，金眼垂下，眼镜轻轻落至桌上。再抬眼，Leonardo的视线划过文件堆最上面那张纸，划过整洁的雪白上衣，最后落到男人依然微笑的嘴角，发现那上扬的弧度更大了。

“不继续看了吗？”

明知故问。

Leonardo若无其事地说：“……已经看过了。而且以后也能看。”

停顿一下后，他望向Hugo的眼睛，又说了句：“不过，还是不戴眼镜能更清楚地看见你的脸。”

Hugo轻声笑起来。

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Sitting in Hugo’s office chair, Leonardo rested his cheek in his hand, his gaze drifting over the neatly stacked piles of documents on the desk. They looked as though they never diminished.

There was simply too much business for the council and the duchy, and there were always troublesome people who had nothing better to do than create more trouble. Leonardo had no interest in any of it. With a trace of detached sympathy—sounds exhausting—he looked away.

And then a pair of glasses slipped into his view beside the stacks of paper.

Hugo’s glasses.

Leonardo’s interest was instantly piqued. He had seen Hugo wear them before, but only once, and not very closely. Thinking back, the image was still strangely vivid and yet unfamiliar. Hugo had been reviewing documents then as well. That time, it had been in the council annex’s garden… no, stop. Never mind that. Better to look at the glasses.

He picked them up and examined them from side to side. They were light, simple in design yet finely made, clearly something of high quality.

Hugo probably wore them often when reading documents. And yet, despite how often Leonardo went to see him, he had only ever witnessed it once.

Why was it that something as small as a pair of glasses could make Hugo seem so subtly yet unmistakably different?

The memory was clear, yet also oddly blurred, always carrying a sense of unfamiliarity. Perhaps it was because he had only glanced at him briefly back then. He really wanted to see Hugo wearing them again.

No matter how finely made, they were still just a pair of glasses. A few looks should have been enough. But Leonardo didn’t put them down. His golden eyes lingered on the delicate frame and the transparent lenses. He blinked.

Opening the temples, Leonardo put the glasses on.

His vision swam. The stacks of documents seemed sharper, and yet somehow, because of that sharpness, harder to see. The sensation was strange. He quickly took the glasses off, placed them neatly back on the desk, and closed his eyes, rubbing them with his hand.

Footsteps approached. Leonardo opened his eyes to see Hugo entering through the open door.

“Leo, sorry, have I kept you waiting long?”

He didn’t answer, only stared at Hugo as he walked toward him. Hugo, in turn, watched his face, reading his expression. His voice lowered slightly.

“What is it?”

Leonardo glanced at the glasses on the desk, then back at Hugo. “Come a little closer.”

Hugo raised an eyebrow and also looked at the glasses. Understanding dawned at once. He came over to the desk and picked them up, but didn’t put them on. Behind the man’s composed smile, Leonardo met those blue eyes in silence.

“Not going to wear them?” Leonardo asked. Hugo definitely knew what this was about. He was doing it on purpose.

“I don’t need them right now.”

Definitely on purpose. Hugo looked calm as ever, but he was absolutely doing this deliberately. He wore those glasses all the time when reading, and technically he was right—without paperwork in front of him, there was no need for them. Leonardo, expressionless, replied in the same even tone: “But I want to see you wearing them.”

Hugo paused, then, as if nothing at all had happened, very naturally put the glasses on.

It was still that handsome face, still that simple pair of glasses, and yet something—perhaps the atmosphere—changed in an instant. Leonardo’s eyes widened. He leaned forward without thinking, studying him more closely. It really was novel.

Behind the lenses, Hugo’s eyes seemed unchanged, and yet clearer—and yet faintly blurred as well. The lenses were colorless and transparent, but perhaps because of the faint reflections on the glass, Leonardo had the strange impression of a thin mist drifting over the surface of the sea.

He reached out, pinching the temples of the glasses, and slowly drew them forward. With the lenses gone, the blue became suddenly bright and clear again, returning to the familiar look he knew—though still shimmering, as if with lingering light.

Leonardo suddenly caught a glint of gold reflected there.

Hugo’s eyes never left him.

Leonardo leaned back, his golden gaze lowering as he gently set the glasses down on the desk. When he looked up again, his eyes slid over the top sheet of paper in the stack, over the immaculate white shirt, and finally came to rest on the man’s smiling lips, only to find that the curve of that smile had grown even wider.

“Not going to keep looking?”

As if he didn’t already know the answer.

Leonardo replied casually, “...I’ve already seen enough. And I can always see it again later.”

After a brief pause, he looked into Hugo’s eyes and added, “But without the glasses, I can see your face more clearly.”

Hugo let out a soft laugh.