The male worm who is the object of marriage has just reached adulthood

The wine bottle gurgles and rolls to the ground.

A golden-brown liquid poured out of the transparent bottle mouth and wet the grass.

The silhouette of the male insect is facing the sun, and the lips holding the blue fruit are glowing with beautiful rose red.

The mani flowers are blooming vigorously, and the midsummer temperature is steaming with sweat and laughter. In such a special atmosphere, countless intense and impulsive thoughts are born.

Nightmare Bird Forest loves summer, and without PA, Zerg began to set foot on the beautiful coastline.

Outside the Giant Leaf Maple Forest, the sea breeze blows into the forest in bunches, stirring the leaves.

The low-pitched silk harp is cheerful and melodious.

Evan and Aselan hid behind the big tree, with mottled light and shadow, resting on the male's quiet and gentle eyebrows, falling into the eyes, sparkling with sparkling spots.

Arthur Lan's slender jade-like fingers calmly unbuttoned a shirt.

……

too much.

This is still at the wedding.

The male worm closed his white shirt, looked left and right vigilantly, and then stepped on his feet and bit the tip of Arthur Lan's nose: "There are many zerg outside, the major general will be seen."

Atherland hugged Evan: "Then let's go to a place where there are no Zerg."

Evan hesitated and said: "But later we will send blessings to the newly married Zerg."

This is something that was promised in the morning.

Arthur Lane was silent, wrapped his arms around Evan's neck, and said in a low voice: "I know, but today is the first day of the summer calendar month. If you conceive an egg at this time, the egg can be broken in the spring tomorrow. More than three months."

Evan paused, hesitating for less than a second between planning and accident.

The female worm gently held her finger and brought it to a denser and deeper place with the Giant Leaf Maple.

Afterwards, Evan missed the climax of the whole wedding, and didn't have time to witness the ridiculous oath scene of the newlywed Zerg, let alone verify the truth that the egg would break earlier in the summer.

Because Major General Atherland did have a bug egg that summer.

In the autumn, the worm eggs are born. They seem to be only as big as two goose eggs. They are placed in a small basket prepared in advance and wrapped in a soft blanket.

You have to wait until it grows up to be as big as a balloon before you can break the shell.

But until the next spring, the egg remained motionless, showing no signs of cracking.

It wasn't until the first day of the lunar month that the worm cub broke through the eggshell and issued the first call in the zerg life.

Chirp.

[later]

Evan has no job under the crown, and his mental power has been exhausted, so he has been unemployed.

In order not to waste insects, he applied for a job as a gardener in Bayside Park, and was responsible for taking care of the lush Mai Nai flower beds in the garden.

Every morning, he carries the fertilizer and sprinkler, waters the thirsty flowers, and then carefully removes the parasites on the leaves with small clips, and sends them to fishermen by the sea.

When the sun is at its peak, Evan will sit and rest on the reef by the sea, where there is a dense maple forest with giant leaves, casting gray-purple shadows.

Waves crashed on the tan-white sand.

Evan bent down, took off his shoes, tucked up his trouser legs, and washed the dirt on his feet.

The gardener's shears are wide, heavy, and heavy enough to grind red marks even with white gloves.

Evan shook his arms, moved his hands and feet, stood in the waves and looked at the isolated island in the distance, where a tall black obelisk stood.

That's Evan's past, and it's also the history of the Zerg

He will not forget, nor should he forget that the wheels of history are rolling and times are changing, but sacrifices and struggles have really existed.

The monks have left the island and have their own lives and concerns.

But the deceased who died on that land will not be forgotten, and every day of the living monks will not be forgotten.

From being busy during the day to evening, Evan was free when he was about to get off work. He used a small bucket filled with water to pick up a lot of shells on the beach.

The sunset is magnificent, and the sun is far below the horizon.

A male in blue garden overalls tucks up his trousers and makes a trail of footprints in the sand.

While picking shells, Evan waited for the major general to pick him up after get off work. Although he was extremely reluctant to do the job himself, the major general did not interfere with his application in the end.

Just silently sending off to and from get off work, as if this is his strongest resistance.

Walking to the reef beach, Evan saw an old female worm looking for something with her head down. He put down the bucket and walked over.

"What are you looking for?"

"Oh, a brooch." The old female stared blankly at the surface of the sea, tears slipped from her gray eyes, he rubbed it, his voice was old and confused: "The wind is too strong, will it be blown away?"

Evan looked around, and the waves receded, revealing a bright metallic color in the sand.

He walked over to pick it up, wiped off the sand, but suddenly paused.

He looked carefully to make sure he was right. When he looked up, the old female stood up, her eyes chasing the setting sun and the tall obelisk in the distance.

Evan handed the brooch to the palm of the old female, and he thanked him gratefully.

The thin gold-rimmed glasses are pressed against the thin cheeks, the female is holding up his light-blond messy hair indifferently, and the good-quality white shirt is blown up by the wind, showing a stubborn and indifferent look. temperament.

He said nothing, just looked at the sea.

After a while, he waved to Evan, and left the beach in the crimson glow of the setting sun.

The figure walking alone gradually disappeared on the beach.

Evan picked up the bucket, the coolness spread over his feet, and slipped away through his toes.

He saw senior Lu Shaoshu's handwriting on that brooch, engraved in ancient insect language, to my closest lover.

dearest lover...

Evan guessed the identity of the female. Even in the wild diary, he never mentioned a single word of the mysterious Zerg. When it finally withered, he just bit it between his lips and teeth, and refused to finish. name.

Perhaps it was out of shame, after all, there were many lovers under the former crown.

Maybe it was remorse, after all, the handwriting was done with great force, obviously it took a long time to carve.

Or, because of something else.

But no matter why, it was a story of a long time ago, and the predecessors stayed on the island forever.

Perhaps when the soul passes through this beach, it will meet the old person that it could not avoid in life.

Evan was immersed in his own thoughts, and suddenly his neck felt cold.

He turned his head, and the female in military uniform took off her hat and squatted by the sea, raising a small splash of water.

The sea breeze blew her silver-gray hair, revealing a full and smooth forehead.

Those lavender eyes were smiling and teasing, as if it was a great thing to play tricks on him.

The chubby little worm cub jumped up to the sky, slid off the female worm, and ran towards Evan with its short legs.

Evan raised the corner of his mouth, squatted down, and caught the small ball.

Atherland walked to Evan leisurely, put one hand in his pocket, and handed the other to him: "Let's go, go home."

The author has something to say: It's over, I'm so happy to write this.

Sincerely happy for the character

There is no more place to write, so we will see you next time.

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