[Comprehensive British and American] Mirage

The wind at night is very cool.

When Wesley found Hannibal, he was walking down the deserted street alone, his clothes were ripped|torn apart, and there were still several obvious bruises on his face. The eyeballs saw the dusty head of the guardian wrapped in a coat, and Vesley grabbed his arm before he could even react, and the warm body temperature brought him back to reality.

He thought the woman would ask something.

For example, why come home late.

Another example is the lingering smell of blood on his body.

But Wesley didn't ask anything.

She just carefully brushed away the hair sticking to his wound, and gently blown off the dust attached to the wound.

"Go home." He heard the woman breathe a sigh of relief. "Martha is still waiting for you."

Family.

Hannibal held Vesley's hand tightly, the sudden pain in the corner of his eye made him want to cry.

"... Vesna, dead."

The boy is like a fledgling that has found his belongings, tremblingly unfolding his immature wings, with a trace of humble longing, hoping to be trusted and comforted, he dare not look at Vesley's expression, whenever he is more The more he accepts a woman, the more he fears, fearing that if all these beautiful things are just bubbles, then he may really become a complete lunatic.

"I···"

"You're not a murderer." Hannibal was taken aback by Wesley's almost certain attitude. "what happened?"

"...someone killed her, a woman, she persuaded Vesna to be your enemy, but obviously they didn't realize that your identity was special, and when you were about to be exposed, dogs bit dogs and killed each other, Vesna was left with nothing but Breathe a sigh of relief." Hannibal ignored the period of his wavering, his dark brown eyes fixed on Weasley, as if he wanted to engrave her back at this moment into the depths of his heart. "I was plotted. The woman knew I was there. She hanged Vesna after I left. I was stalked by a group of thugs on the way back. They should have got a lot from me. The woman wanted to I'm a scapegoat."

If it is an ordinary person, perhaps it should have been recruited.

But Hannibal is a monster with a lot of wisdom and closeness, and even a growing monster.

After he was stopped by the gangsters, he sorted everything out quickly.

"...Take me back to the scene to have a look." Wesley stopped in her tracks, took out her phone and sent Steve a message, then turned her head to look at Hannibal who was not very good. "I have a hunch that this incident is aimed at me."

The previous appearance of the Holy Lord made Vesley very vigilant.

Hannibal licked his parched lips, then nodded slowly.

Vesna's death was a little horrific.

Apparently she really struggled hard when she was dying, her neck was full of her own scratches, the red ones were bleeding from scratches, her clothes were torn into rags carelessly, her bluish-white skin Under the moonlight, there is a coldness that makes people feel cold all over.

Hannibal could almost see at a glance how she was treated after death.

And compared to the anger that welled up in his heart before, there was still a trace of compassion in his heart.

This made him subconsciously look at Wesley who was silently standing beside him.

The woman's dark eyes were as dull as an ancient well. She stretched out her hand and slowly closed the girl's eyelids, and said as if she was speaking to someone: "The sky net is restored, and it is not leaking. The murderer will surely atone for his sins."

Hannibal couldn't understand the Chinese.

But he memorized that pronunciation, and after learning it, he took this passage as his creed in life.

We stare into the abyss.

Hannibal looked at Vesley who turned back to him.

And the abyss stares down at us.

■

Vesna was dead, allegedly strangled to death after being fucked and fucked by a nighttime gangster.

"It's what you deserve." The girl is Liz's friend, and she looked at the place that caused the conflict yesterday in the corner of the cafeteria with a disgusted expression. "Liz, are you okay, if you want me to say that Vesna is really..."

"Stop talking." Liz showed a tired expression.

It seemed that people would really grow after hardships. Liz glanced at her friends who were the afterthoughts in front of her. She didn't want to think about how heartbroken she felt when she was alone and helpless yesterday.

"Do you want to have dinner together?" Hannibal, who was standing behind Liz, saw that her pretty face was pale, and looked at the friend next to her who was still trying to talk to her with some vulture eyes, and took the initiative to help her pick it up. plate. "Squeeze if you'd like."

Liz looked at Wesley, who was lazily waving at the dining table that Hannibal was pointing at, and nodded in agreement.

"Liz, are you okay?" Ned was the first to ask. He, Peter, and Liz were all on the school team. When they first joined, Liz took care of them a lot. During the quarrel yesterday, he He was so busy holding Peter that he forgot to condolences to Liz.

"Poor little girl." Wesley propped her face up and touched the head of the African-American girl, seeing the moist corners of her eyes after some reassurance, and took the initiative to let her lean on her shoulder. "You should be frightened. It's okay to cry for a while."

On the contrary, Liz was amused by Weasley's incomprehensible look. She watched Wesley poke the hamburger on her plate, and leaned in to the respectable female teacher's ear to say thank you, and then she blushed slightly. Cheek quietly ate the food on his plate.

Because a new woman was added to the small circle besides Vesley, the other four men were a little embarrassed.

Peter kept his head down and worked hard, Ned followed closely and refused to show weakness, Harry maintained his demeanor, and occasionally handed some things to the two ladies thoughtfully, while Hannibal, he looked at Li With trembling eyelashes, he invited her to the library.

"Why do you want to go to the library?" Wesley took out two movie tickets from her pocket as if by magic after finishing her lunch. This hint was already very clear. "My friend gave it to the premiere movie, do you want to go see it?"

Hannibal faced his little friend's narrow eyes, and nodded calmly with a paralyzed face.

Peter's cheeks were swollen and stuffed with food. He can eat a lot more now than before. The meal for two is not enough for him, but when he sees the movie ticket, he subconsciously thinks that he watched it in his room yesterday. to the scene.

At that time, he had just finished his life as a vigilante, and without even changing his clothes, he saw two people kissing at the door of Vesley's house. The warm orange light hit the two of them, as if they were created by nature. pair.But Peter felt very uncomfortable. He looked at the two people who smiled, hugged and kissed goodbye, and his heart throbbed violently, as if there was a big gap, and he was about to lose his life.

Peter felt he couldn't do this.

This liking was like a mistake, making him lose himself.

But he felt that he was right.

He just fell in love with someone, a beautiful girl who lit up his world.

And the only thing wrong is that she doesn't belong to her.

Why, she is not mine?

Peter swallowed the food in his mouth with difficulty, looking at the girl with a bright smile, his honey-colored eyes were actually a little dark.

if···

How good it is that you belong to me.

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In the middle of the night, a vigorous figure stuck to the outer wall of Wesley's room.

At night, Peter couldn't fall asleep. He tossed and turned on the bed, and when he closed his eyes, he looked like Wesley.

I shouldn't be like this.

Peter squatted on the girl's window sill in his battle clothes, and the night wind blew through the gaps in the sleeping girl's hair on the bed.

Like a pervert.

He almost greedily looked at Vesley's blurred outline under the moonlight, at her curves covered under the quilt, and the exposed slender fingers seemed to be able to be held in the palm of his hand as soon as he stretched out his hand.

In fact, he has grown a lot.

Peter whispered in his heart.

"Why, you want to be with someone else? Wait for me a little bit, can't you wait until I grow up?"

The boy's words were almost melted in the wind. He cautiously approached the girl's bed, felt her steady breath, and his warm lips touched her fingers hanging outside, he didn't even dare to breathe , only dared to stare at the sleeping face with eyes, and traced her eyebrows and eyes over and over again with emotions that could almost make people drown.

"I'll confess my love to you when I'm an adult, okay?" Peter actually wanted to express his heart earlier, but Weasley seemed to be particularly concerned about his status as a minor, and she always looked at him like It's just looking at a child who hasn't grown up. Since he may be rejected as a minor, he should wait until he becomes an adult to confess his love.

The night fueled the boy's repressed emotions and courage.

The slightly cool body temperature under his lips was gradually infected by him, but the boy's eyes looked at Vesley's ruddy lips, which were about to move. He subconsciously licked his own lips. Fingertips trembled slightly.

If just click.

Take it lightly, it should be fine.

At this time, Peter was like every young man who had learned something without a teacher, groping the girl's lips in the dark, and when he touched the softness, he found that it was more than he imagined. The middle ones are much softer.

Time seemed to have lost its meaning at this time, until the pointer in the room clicked at twelve, the boy moved his face away as if he had just woken up from a dream, and breathed slowly beside him for a long time, suppressing his emotions. Emotional ups and downs.

The boy whispered a word with trembling lips, then his eyes became firm and he left the room.

When the window of the corresponding room next door heard the slight sound of locking, the eyes that were closed in the dark night slowly opened.

The scorching body temperature that belonged to the boy seemed to be still on his body through the air.

And Wesley silently watched her being kissed on her right ring finger, and slowly stretched out her hand to cover her face.

"You don't understand...Peter." Wesley's voice was faintly choked, and when she found that the boy's kiss gave her a different feeling from everyone in the past, she said Understood. "Wesley Zuo is a person who only has a past and no future. I can't give you a future...I am like this, I can't bear your love at all."

When the boy left, he made an oath in her ear.

"I love you, please wait for me."

How can I bear your sincere liking?

The author has something to say: Vesley is very painful, she belongs to the kind of person who is more dedicated, when she really likes someone, she will treat him wholeheartedly, but her life is too long, She worries about what to do if she accepts the love but can't afford Peter's future.

At this time, she realized that she might also like Peter a little bit.

After all, what she yearns for is a clean person like Peter.

The relationship between Hannibal and Vesley is family, but at first Hannibal thought it was love, but it was obviously not. He has love for Vesley, but he has no desire. This is my definition of the relationship between the two of them.

I feel like I'm writing about this trend a little bit badly.

It feels like Peter is about to turn black, but this is actually a foreshadowing... I don't believe it myself.

Comment, bookmark, I will really reply to every comment seriously... um.

I didn’t pass the second class, and I’m feeling down and asked for a few days off. As for the scheduled Hannibal episode...let’s continue writing when I pass.

That's it, bows.