[Tutorial] When the strategy is in progress

There was a smell of turpentine in her nostrils. This smell had been lingering in the room she was in since the second day she woke up. Mi probably guessed what the other party was doing, but she just asked and got no answer. , only silently accepted the taste.

Day after day of recuperating, I lay in bed and rested. When I couldn’t relax, I groped the entire room along the wall, and recorded step by step the layout and size of the room, and then I ate and changed the medicine. There was almost no big difference. , I don't know how long it took, the bandage on his face was slowly removed, revealing an ugly scar that Mi couldn't see, but could be felt by touching it with his hands.

The freshly grown tender flesh should be entrenched on it like a pink centipede. Thinking of this scene, Mi couldn’t put her hands off her face. Although Mi didn’t think her face was so beautiful, she didn’t mind Concerned about how ugly she has become, this kind of her made Mi feel inferior for a long time, and her original eagerness to go back to Pengoli was completely denied by herself.

With this appearance, she doesn't want to be seen by anyone, especially.

Wanting to go back but not wanting to go back, the bitter and unspeakable mood became a complicated mood.

Mi sat on the bed, curled her arms around her knees on the inside of the bed, rested her forehead on her knees, and remained silent.

Her breath was filled with the smell of turpentine, but Mi was not used to the smell at the beginning and gradually got used to it. She didn't know how long she had been in this room, all she could see was darkness, and that person except Some questions he was willing to answer, and nothing else.

Takashi was also concentrating on recovering his energy and rarely talked to her, Yaya could only stay quietly.

"It's boring, it's boring here." Mi said softly, she didn't know if that person would come back to her, but after staying in the room for too long, Mi's temper was also worn down, "I want to go out."

That person was very quiet, and it seemed that he still wouldn't answer her. Hearing the tiny sound in the air, Mi buried her head between her arms.

He is painting, an oil painting full of turpentine flavor, and the object of the painting is probably her who is ugly and depressed at this time. Such recognition makes Mi frowned slightly. She doesn't like her current appearance being recorded. But she who was rescued by the other party could not refuse directly, and that person would not stop such behavior after being rejected.

Mi leaned against the wall to take a nap, she couldn't manage her hair, so she felt that her hair was often messed up when combing, so she asked for scissors and cut off her long black hair. Today's hair is no more than waist length, Mi After all, I still can't bear to cut it together.

Just when Mi leaned against the wall in the afternoon of this day and felt a little drowsy, she felt something flying towards her suddenly, covering her whole body. Mi stretched out her hand to take it off, only to feel that the touch in her hand was better. Cloth, like clothing.

"Change your clothes." The man simply ordered, and then the footsteps slowly disappeared outside the door, and the sound of the door being closed came.

Mi didn't understand what the other party meant, but he still stretched out his hand to caress the skirt in his hand, checked the front and back of the skirt, took more than ten minutes to put the clothes on his body, and then sat on the edge of the bed, poking his feet Shoes by the bed.

There was a knock on the door, and Mi responded, and that person walked in again. Mi could feel that the person reached out and grabbed her feet, and then put the shoes on her. The other person's movements were not gentle, but neither Looking very rude, Mi helped the bed to stand up, and thanked the person anyway.

Mi has been able to roughly understand the layout of the room. She stood up steadily, and then walked towards the door, one step, two steps, three steps... seven steps, there is a table here, and Mi supported the table and went further He walked forward, and after walking a few steps, he managed to touch the door frame. Mi stopped in place, feeling his arm being pulled.

The man was leading her outside.

Without a word of reminder or concern, Mi followed the lead of the other party, groped for the height of the stairs and walked out slowly. As soon as he went out, there was a gust of cool wind.

For Mi who has been nestled in the room for a long time, even this wind seems so free.

Mi was so happy that she laughed.

That person continued to lead her forward, and Mi smiled and followed. After stepping down the stairs, the ground under her feet was not as hard as before, and there was a fragrance of flowers in the air. Mi smiled slightly, "Is this a garden?"

"Yeah." The man replied, and asked again, "Do you want to go out?"

Mi was taken aback for a moment, and then raised a surprised smile, "If possible, I would like to go out."

The man took Mi's hand to support one side of the colonnade, and then left in a hurry. It covered Mi's face.

"Huh?" The man seemed to have tied something similar to a veil on her.

"Your face can scare people." The overly honest answer made Mi smile wryly, unable to tell whether it was embarrassing or bitter, Mi didn't speak.

With the sun shining on the body, it is thick and warm, full of a reassuring sense of security, the molecules in the air are also active, and the wind is blowing on the face, and the unpleasantness of Min will soon dissipate, because what I heard and smelled What she felt, made her look very happy, even her steps were a little faster, but she quickly tripped over a stone and almost fell, but thanks to the support of the people around her, she regained her footing, calmed down and continued in a good mood Walking, the pace is much slower.

"Thank you." It was to thank the other party for bringing me out, and also to thank the other party for helping him, but Mi expressed his sincere thanks, but that person never answered.

Being half-hungry by the other party and walking all the way, Mi didn't know where he went, but the more he walked, the more he felt the voices around him gradually increased, and it became more and more lively, as if he had reached a lively street.

The man supported her and walked without stopping.

"Are you going to sell me?" Mi asked jokingly.

"No." The man replied succinctly.

"It's so lively, where are we now?" Mi continued to ask, inquiring casually.

"Palermo," said the man in a steady voice.

"Eh? I haven't heard the church bell. What neighborhood is this?" Mi's question was not answered this time. The man led her to stop, put her hand on the wall, and then He said calmly, "Wait here for a while."

"Where are you going?" Palermo was still in chaos at this time, did that person want to leave a blind girl here alone?Mi asked anxiously, but heard the other party's footsteps have quickly moved away.

It's really unreliable at all!

Mi frowned, holding his hands against the wall helplessly.

The sky is blue, with white and soft clouds floating above, and the wind is mixed with fragrance. This is a season of flowers blooming. When I came out of a noble gentleman's house in Palermo, the polite smile on the corner of my mouth finally eased, and my expression was unpredictable. Looking at the sky, there is a faint streamer in the eyes of the same color, as if the water waves in the eyes are about to overflow.

The gunshot wound on his body healed as early as half a month ago, but I don't know how Mi is doing now.

His companion told him that no one could have survived such an explosion in the mountain. His subordinates told him that there was no living life in the mountain. His companions and friends persuaded him, but he couldn’t believe it. He didn’t believe that Mi was dead. Relying on the intuition that did not make a mistake, he categorically rejected the result of rational analysis.

He sent people to look for it, and after he recovered from his injury, he went around the mountain many times to look for it, but he couldn't find it. Mi must not be dead.

I don't know why I came to this invitation in person, but I vaguely felt that there would be something to be gained, so he withdrew from looking for it pretending to be calm, even though he was very terrified that someone might really die. , Wearing a mask, he is still the perfect and excellent Pengeli leader.

He is a person whose heart is soft enough to be stained with the blood of the enemy, and his brows are gradually stained with melancholy. How can he be indifferent to Mi's life and death, but he is just for some people who may be too frightened and cannot panic in a high position. You have to make yourself look as calm as ever.

To keep telling himself she wasn't dead, and then trusting his instincts wholeheartedly to reject other possibilities that made him unacceptable.

The silent and serious subordinates have been waiting on the side. After the boss came out, he showed a respectful smile on the rigorous face, and then waited sideways, lowering his head to express absolute respect.

But a certain premonition was getting stronger and stronger, but when he turned his head, he saw a very familiar figure.

The back and figure are very familiar, and Rang's footsteps paused. During this period of time, in order to find Mi Dan's similar back, Rang mistook him several times, so even if he felt that the other party looked like him, he just stopped and looked more carefully. squatting girl by the wall.

The girl had pure black hair, she stretched out her hand over her waist to stop the words and movements of her subordinates, and then walked over there with light steps.

With the movement of the angle of view, you can slowly see the pale and slender arms of the girl under the half-sleeves, the white veil covers the face, and the bangs are blown away by the wind. Under the forehead, there is a pair of cloudy and dim eyes. Based on the exposed upper half of her face, it was already very consistent with the girl in her memory.

The girl was squatting by the wall, and she was reaching out her hand to caress the flowers growing in the corner of the wall, caressing the rhizomes of the flowers with her hands, and then rubbing the soft petals with her fingertips. Her dull eyes interpreted a clumsy caress that made you take your breath away.

her eyes...

"Mi..." Sensing that Mi's eyes couldn't see, he stepped forward quickly, and stretched out his hand to embrace the girl whom he hadn't seen for a long time, but the arm he just stretched out was grabbed by another person.

The expressionless young man looked a little casually, then let go of his hand, and without making a sound, he lazily picked up the girl who was squatting on the ground and stroking the petals.

"Ah!" The girl was startled by this sudden movement, and let out a low cry uneasily.

"Hello." He heard the man say, saying that they have been together for so long, but they haven't even exchanged names, "I saved you, right?"

Not knowing why the other party asked this suddenly, Mi nodded in confusion.

"So your life is mine, right?" Although it was an interrogative sentence, it carried the meaning of not being able to refuse, Mi bit her lip, and closed her eyes by default.

"Do you still want to go back to where you were?" the man continued to ask.

Mi didn't speak, she used the back of her hand to press the ugly wound under the veil, and covered her eyebrows and eyes with her hands in a nearly dead breath.

"So, she's mine." The last words made Mi a little puzzled, that person didn't seem to be talking to her, Mi was a little puzzled, frowning in confusion.

"Who are you talking to?" Mi asked