[Comprehensive] On how I got lost

Xinghe's room was very clean, so clean that there were no beds or cabinets, and the wall skin was peeling off, revealing mottled cement layers, and the cold wind was blowing through the holes in the window sills, circling and whistling on the roof.

The little girl found the corner of the wall farthest from the window, pressed the hooks into the wall bricks and fastened them tightly, wrapped the rope three times and two times to weave a net, took off the layers of clothes on her body and tied them on the net, relying on the two walls and A simple tent is made of a net.

After she got into this simple windproof tent, she curled her legs to clean up the messy bits and pieces on her body. A soda can with an open top was filled with black balls made by hands. When it fell to the ground, there would be an explosion sound and stench. So a little lethality counts if it scares people.

A knife, pliers, and a screwdriver were tied together. She untied the square shovel head that was protecting the heart, and combined it with the 34 cm long wooden stick originally tied to the thigh to make a complete shovel.

Lighters, waste paper, ballpoint pens that leaked oil, small odd-shaped metal fragments, etc., she counted them one by one in the small tent, thinking about whether she had lost anything.

After counting everything without missing anything, she put these things back together again, and every time she tidied things up, she felt a sense of happiness.

She picked up the oil-spilled ballpoint pen, and one of her unnoticed fingertips was stained with blue ink. She rubbed the ink, pressed her fingerprints on the waste paper, and spelled out a blooming blue flower.

Cleaned up stains on hands, girl writes on waste paper

"The third month of coming to Meteor Street is about 72 days. I can't remember the time."

"Meet a nice guy."

"It's like walking in the dark night, you can't find the way forward, and you don't know how to back up. When you look up, you see the stars in the sky."

"The stars are very bright, but also very cold. I know they are far away, and I will never be able to reach them in my life, but I like them very much."

"Click"

The girl was startled by the sound of pushing the door, she tried her best to shrink into the corner, but suddenly remembered that this was Xinghe's room.

She quietly opened her clothes and looked out through the gap.

She sees a pair of eyes.

It's Galaxy.

"What's wrong?" Xinghe asked.

There was still a look of shock on the girl's face.

Xinghe was baffled, he kept looking at this place with a circle, but didn't find anything scary.

"No, no, thank you." The girl quickly opened the tent and crawled out.

She held up the messy fragments on her body to Xinghe, "I didn't dare to touch anything in the room when you weren't here just now."

There's nothing to do here either.

"There is a hole in the window, I want to fix it, can you?"

"what ever."

The girl took out a knife, wire, patch, and pliers, and stood on tiptoe in front of the window, with her arms resting on the window sill, laboriously nailing the iron piece in the hole.

Xinghe looked at her for a while and asked, "Are you cold?"

The girl hesitated, "It's not very cold, the most important thing is that the wind is very loud, I think it will disturb you."

"Also, a dilapidated house brings a bad mood."

"It's sad to be in a bad mood, isn't it?"

The room was empty and desolate, Xinghe never wanted to leave any connection with this place, such as warmth or nostalgia.

But

He took the iron nails and iron sheets from the girl's hand, and pressed the nails into the wall, revealing cracks like spider webs on the wall, "Okay."

After pressing the nails, Xinghe found an open space and sat down cross-legged, with Tang Dao flat on his knees, and began to meditate.

The girl returned to the tent lightly, and she rubbed her chilly shoulders.

So warm.

She picked up the unfinished diary, "I don't think the stars are all cold, but they have traveled through thousands of mountains and rivers, trekked through all kinds of difficulties and dangers, got tired, and turned out their lights. In that distant place where the stars live where it must be hot and bright."

the next day.

The early morning mist is dyed with a layer of gray that is unique to Meteor Street.

"I'm going out."

When Xinghe left, he whispered to the tent.

A head drilled out of the tent. The girl's disheveled hair like a bird's nest that had been pecked away was very eye-catching. She yawned, her eyes were sleepy, and secretions remained in the corners of her eyes. "Goodbye, you must come back safely."

"Hey, kid."

"Have you ever seen this man?"

Xinghe was stopped by someone who had the Fire Emblem tattooed on his left chest.

The man took a color photo of a little girl with twin ponytails, wearing a fluffy and cute princess dress, obviously shy and evasive when facing the camera.

"No."

With a cold cry, Xinghe turned around to leave.

"Hey, boy, I didn't even look at fooling the ghost."

The man sneered, and stretched out his hand to grab Xinghe, "I think you hid her, why don't you come here?"

A crescent-like white light flashed.

"Boom" The heavy object fell to the ground and rolled twice. The neck of the standing headless corpse was bleeding profusely, and the blood spurted straight up.

The eyes of the head on the ground were wide open, and the splashed blood fell on the face, speckled.

He still doesn't know what happened.

There is more than one person looking for someone with a photo, but Xinghe's speed is too fast, and it is too late to stop it in the blink of an eye.

Until the flying head landed on the ground, those people suddenly formed a group and rushed forward, shouting angrily.

But in the blink of an eye, corpses were everywhere.

The body of the person who died first was still piled up with countless corpses that followed his footsteps, and the head in the distance watched all this quietly.

Xinghe picked up the photo from the pool of blood, and the blood trickled down the edge. With a little force from him, the photo turned into flying ash and dissipated in the clouds.

One, two, three, Xinghe destroyed all the photos in those people's hands, then turned and left.

"Krollo."

Xinghe, who had just entered the door, said to Kuroro who was rubbing against the lights in the hall, "How are you getting rid of your residual thoughts?"

Kuroro thought for a while, "It's almost removed, and there is still a little tail left."

He unbuttoned the shirt, and the skin on the back of his hand was covered with gorgeous and complicated flowers. The stems and leaves curved upwards along the arms, and the rhizomes were firmly stuck in the center of the heart. "There is still a little time, and the flowers will fully bloom."

"So."

Staring against the light, Xinghe cast a slender shadow on the ground, "I'll tie the Master of Disenchantment back to avoid any delay."

Kuroro slowly buttoned up the buttons, "Don't you think about it anymore, you have to be prepared for every fight, and there is no point in fighting to lose."

"Xinghe knows that he can't do anything, and I can't see any way forward."

"Didn't Kuroro also do a lot of things beyond his ability? It's been like this since he was a child. He said he wanted to make a complete plan, but he actually danced on the tip of a knife."

Kuroro: "This is different. My preparations started very early. Before they noticed, I couldn't think of such a plan that would fail."

"It's the same, before they notice, no matter who it is, just clear it."

"Xinghe is still so stubborn, so don't die."

"Lend your auspicious words."

Xinghe changed his schedule, he went out very early every day and came back very late, with a strong smell of blood on his body, occasionally Fei Tan passed by and thought he was in the torture room.

At the age of 13, who is about to enter puberty, his stature is changing with each passing day. He is taller inch by inch visible to the naked eye. His bony bones almost pierce the thin layer of skin. He has begun to lose the softness and childishness of a child, and a deep color has accumulated in his eyes. , as dark as a silent and dark deep sea, in the lightless world there is only desolation and the calm coldness of time.

He drew the sword faster and faster, and he showed the sharpness of the sword more and more.

The little girl still seldom goes out when she comes here. Every time she opens the door and sees Wo Jin's fierce face and Fei Tan's eyes full of evil spirits, her feet turn and walk back unconsciously. The outside is so scary, I Or go home.

"Star River"

"do not bother me."

The girl didn't care about Xinghe's vicious voice, she sat with her knees hugged beside Xinghe, looking at this boy who was a few years older than her but still a child in the eyes of adults, "I want to act together with Xinghe, whether it's picking up waste or looking after me. They are very good at it, and I swear that I will be able to help Xinghe."

"You swore for the first time that you would never disturb me."

"Well, I'm discussing business with Xinghe right now, so it's noisy."

"You can't help," Xinghe opened his eyes and looked at the girl. "You must know what I'm going to do."

"I know." The little girl said timidly, "I think things in the world don't necessarily mean that people kill me and I kill people."

"There must be a way to live in peace. Xinghe doesn't have to be troubled day after day, and he doesn't have to struggle and fall."

She stretched out her hand, "Look, I didn't kill anyone, and I lived on Meteor Street for three months."

Xinghe smiled, "What's the use of changing? A dead person won't get up and say forgiveness. Isn't it too selfish for a person who thinks that putting down the knife can calm his heart? As long as he forgets, smiles, and lives peacefully, he can erase the bloody past. Wash it all off, enjoy the sunshine happily and say that you are a happy and bright person, those who have been hurt have not been forgiven, and those who have hurt others have forgiven themselves first.”

He clenched the girl's open hands into fists, "I can't change it, don't think so much."

"Yes, you can change it from now on." The girl lowered her head, "Don't look at the past, look at the future."

Xinghe "Everyone is killing each other, and if you don't kill or die."

"They are all like this, so do you want to be like this?"

Xinghe didn't answer, he straightened the girl's hair, "There will be an airship coming to Meteor Street in a few days, I'll take you up there, be careful not to come back in a daze."

"And you."

"I, I belong to Meteor Street."

After Xinghe finished speaking, he got up and was about to leave, but the girl hurriedly stopped him, unable to stop, and slammed into Xinghe's abdomen.

Xinghe snorted and pulled the girl away.

"what is that."

The girl tore off the corner of her clothes, and underneath were bandages, and there was a long trace of blood oozing in the center of her abdomen, a scar that could almost cut Xinghe in half.

"It's none of your business." Xinghe looked cold.

"What is something that should not be me? We have lived under the same roof for so long, talked so much, and had such a small but clear connection, how can we say something that is not my thing."

"It doesn't matter what you say, you can barely survive yourself, why bother caring about others."

"Then let me follow you." The girl grabbed Xinghe's clothes tightly, "otherwise I won't let you leave."

Xinghe opened the girl's fingers bit by bit, "Stay here well, don't think about it."

"Why did Xinghe help her?"

Xinghe, who had just returned late, met Kuroro, who stayed up all night, and the other party asked such a question.

"Do you think she looks like me? She was just seven years old. She was thrown to Meteor Street, mixed with a little conspiracy, and then she was sobbing that she didn't dare to do anything cruel."

"I can't agree with the last point. When I first saw Xinghe, you were looking into the distance, and there were corpses piled up on the ground at your feet, crying. I didn't see such a thing. If I didn't see it, it didn't happen. Not at all."

"Where you didn't see it, it happened."

"Then Xinghe is crying?"

"maybe."

Faced with such an ambiguous answer, Kuroro smiled slightly, that was sad.

He has no intention of continuing to discuss the past, "There is one thing I want to tell Xinghe and you in the shadow on the left front."

The girl came out from the shadows, and she quietly greeted Xinghe, she lowered her head and said nothing.

Xinghe frowned, "Why don't you stay in the house."

Kuroro "I called her out. After all, everyone has the right to know about their own fate."

"Elder Selinsi hopes to reach a settlement with Xinghe and use me as an intermediary. I don't think this matter will harm Xinghe, so I will listen to it for the time being."

"He said that he hoped that Xinghe would hand over the girl to him, that Elder Selinsi would let go of the past and fully support you, and he also has a secret weapon that is said to be able to predict fate."

"What do you think, Xinghe?"

"I don't want to think about it."

Xinghe pulled the girl up and was about to walk back, but he heard Kuroro say to the girl, "So, what do you think?"

The girl asked hesitantly, "Why are they looking for me, is Xinghe's injury related to me?"

Xinghe rushed to shoot, "No, it has nothing to do with you."

There was hidden anger in his voice, "Hey, did you hear what I said, don't make up your own mind, stay quietly in the house until you leave Meteor Street."

Kuroro stared at the girl for a while, "It's really troublesome, but since Xinghe decided this way, that's the only way to go."

When Xinghe took the girl upstairs in a hurry, the girl staggered and almost fell to the ground. When she returned to the house, the girl was crooked and wanted to get into the small tent, but Xinghe grabbed her.

"What happened to your foot?"

"nothing"

Xinghe looked at her ankle, it was swollen and swollen when she went upstairs just now.

He asked Fei Tan to get some medicine and put it on the girl, "Why are you so careless."

The girl sat obediently, her voice was soft and light, "Is Xinghe concerned about me?"

Xinghe "You're always thinking wildly."

"Xinghe cares about me, so I also care about Xinghe, and I'm sorry."

"The scar that almost killed Xinghe is also because of me."

"That day I wanted Xinghe to stop. Xinghe said that I don't know anything, and it's useless if I know it. It's probably because of me."

"I, while pretending to hope that Xinghe will put down the knife, at the same time, I don't know that Xinghe is doing things for me that I don't like."

Xinghe "There is nothing I don't like."

Girl "But I can't say I like it, right? When I cut the first knife, it can be said that it was for my life. The blood from the second, third and subsequent countless knife cuts from the ankle upwards, wearing away Xinghe's future and spirit. .”

"Occasionally, I feel that Xinghe is just waiting for the end of death."

"I'm sorry to say such overreaching words."

"You are always cranky, I will solve everything, wait for me here."

He looked up at the girl, and rarely showed a gentle smile. A gap was opened in the overcast sky, allowing the precious and dazzling sunlight to leak out.