[HP] Tom next door to Mary

Mary and Riddle spent another year in the orphanage noisily.

In the summer of [-], Riddell came under the big tree where he usually reads, and quietly flipped through the worn-out "Treasure Island" in the shade of the tree.

He has memorized the story by heart, and its definition has changed from an interesting adventure novel to a well-behaved pirate story. If it were him, he would have found the treasure long ago, instead of relying on friends like the protagonist, doing some Self-proclaimed heroic folly.

That's pretty much like Mary—but where's Mary?Haven't seen her since breakfast.

Generally speaking, she has no other place to go, and the range of activities is nothing more than Mrs. Cole's office, under the tree, and her own room, three points and one line.

Riddle took his eyes off the book and looked around the yard.John, who was watching insects over there, and Dennis, who just arrived, were doing silly circles around Billy's new rabbit.

no girls.

Riddle understood, but he contemptuously thought Mary was going to join in the fun, which was not her turn.

He closed the book and walked into the old but spotless foyer. The black and white tiles looked even more shabby nowadays.

"Girl, I want to adopt a girl. Yes, is this all the girls?" The voice of a strange middle-aged woman reached his ears. She was well-dressed and seemed to have a job with a good income. And the face is also very kind. The girls present may be thinking that if they are selected, their future life must be extremely happy.

"Yes, there are slightly fewer girls, but they are all very healthy, obedient, and cute. Look at them." Mrs. Cole pushed a few children, and the girls lined up together. Little Amy was a little excited and almost thought into the arms of this woman.

Riddle noticed that Mary was the tallest among them, and she looked tense and awkward, which was very different from the usual she who was angry with him.

She was still wearing the pale petticoat, so that she could hide the ill-fitting match inside.He thought it was weird, like waiting for a good thing that wouldn't happen to him and waiting here in vain.

Because generally speaking, adopters prefer younger children, which are easier to be accepted and integrated into.

"Little girl, what's your name?"

Riddle didn't expect that the woman would ask Mary first. Of course, Mary was also very surprised. Her fingers rubbed her skirt and her answer faltered.

Mary is really petty, and she can't show herself at this time. Mrs. Cole pushed her out of the queue in good time before she reported her name.

"You are such a beautiful little girl, would you like to go play in the yard with me?" The woman knelt down and held Mary's little hand, her face turned red with disbelief.

The clear green eyes shone with crystal light, which made Riddle's heart sink.

He retreated into the yard, his eyes fixed on her, and he didn't want to read his pirate stories again.Time passed unknowingly, she looked so happy, so excited, is it really so good to go home with someone she doesn't know?

Finally, the woman's husband arrived, with a polite look, he was chatting with Mrs. Cole, had a brief conversation with Mary, handed in another document, and seemed to be ready to leave The process is over.

In the evening, the woman separated from Mary. She took off her wide diamond hat and put it on Mary's head. Mary looked up at her with both hands protecting the hat, "Are you leaving, Mrs. White?"

"Yes, I look forward to seeing you next time, dear." Mrs. White smiled softly, took Mr. White's arm, and left the orphanage surrounded by children.

"Mary, are you leaving?" Little Amy was jealous and envious, and wanted to touch Mary's new hat, but Mary didn't let her touch it, and held it in her arms like a baby, being held by Amy After saying that he was stingy, he grinned stupidly and ran back to the room quickly.

The next day Riddle saw Mary sitting under the tree with branches and flowers in her hands and the ugly hat in her arms.

"You didn't leave?" He said sullenly, "I didn't choose you, so I was looking forward to it for nothing?"

"No, Tom. There are still several times to meet! Mrs. Cole said that we must follow this order!" Mary was in a very good mood, and she didn't care about his eccentricity at all, and continued to weave the wreath in her hand, "I think I It won't be long before we get out of here, they want an older girl! Mrs. White likes me very much, and Mr. White has a good impression of me! He compliments me on my manners, and says I'm cute and clever!"

Mary kept telling Riddle about the most shining time of her life yesterday afternoon, and he covered his ears, feeling the magic sound filling his ears, and turned to leave.

"Hey, wait a minute, Tom!" Mary couldn't bear to tuck the women's hat under her armpits, and put it on her head carefully. The inappropriate size covered her eyes, and she lifted the brim of the hat again. After confirming Tom's direction, he handed over the garland in his hand and placed it on his head.

Riddle glanced up impatiently. The happier Mary smiled, the more annoying he felt. Naturally, his tone became several degrees colder.

"What do you want?"

"I'm going to practice wreath making, and then give it to the Whites, and the first one will be given to you!"

"I don't want it!" He angrily tore off the wreath on his head and threw it on the ground, stretched out his feet and stepped on it several times, a few small flowers were trampled and scattered, the petals of various colors were mixed together, and the grass juice was left on the ground imprint.

He expected Mary to rush at him with a grin, but she just hummed softly, "No, no."

Mary felt that Tom was just jealous that she was going to be adopted, and it didn't matter anyway, the first one wasn't very good-looking, so she happily sat back under the tree and started making the second wreath under the shade.

Xia Chan clings to the tree trunk and makes a clear and ear-piercing call, which makes him have a headache. He even wants to blame Mary for letting the insect stop barking, but he knows it is unreasonable, but why is he the only one who thinks Mary is not suitable? What about that family?

Why does the old witch Cole insist on Mary leaving?

Riddle fell into deep thought, kicked the wreath viciously, and turned away.

"Should we call Mary 'White'? She's going to have a home!" Billy shouted excitedly to Dennis with freckles while hugging the rabbit. When Tom heard the name "White", he became even more furious. He walked over and gave Billy a deliberate push. Billy staggered, and the rabbit dropped to the ground.

"What are you doing, Tom!" Billy said out of his voice because of the mouth that had changed his teeth, and he also pushed Riddle back. "You want to hurt my rabbit!"

"Who cares about a damned rabbit!" Riddle said sullenly, his anger shifted suddenly, what a rabbit, all I care is that Mary is going away, and she won't come back!Why can Mary enjoy this kind of treatment?Why?

"Damn—why do you say that about my rabbit!" Billy stretched out his arm to grab Riddle, but Riddle sidled away.Fighting with Billy was nothing compared to Mary. Billy was crying and making noises. Dennis next to him had never seen this posture before. He picked up Billy's rabbit and stomped anxiously on the spot. He heard Billy and the others say that Tom Difficult to get along with, but this time should go to Mrs. Cole, Martha or Mary!

"Mary, Sister Mary!" It's better to find someone nearby. He also heard that Mary taught Tom a lesson. He called her name and saw her stand up under the tree in the corner of the yard and put her hat on again. He just came over to try to persuade him to fight, but Billy had changed from crying to howling at this time. One was because he didn't have an advantage in fighting, and the other was because Tom scolded too badly.

"Little rabbit!" Mary first took the rabbit from Dennis's arms and put a newly woven wreath on its head, and the most innocent little animal present began to eat its new food, "When I go to my new home, I want to Get a pet!"

Then she began to say "don't quarrel" to the two of them perfunctorily. Her heart was completely occupied by the new family and the new surname, and everything in the orphanage was not so important. Distributing breakfast, mopping floors, doing so much laundry and linens every day.Maybe her name isn't Mary anymore, those are past tenses!

Thinking of this, she felt that she had everything of the happiest person in the world.

"I'll make you look good!" Riddle, who was ignored, left this sentence and ran away.

Mary blinked in the direction he left, returned the rabbit to Billy, and comforted: "It's okay, Billy, don't cry, he just said a few words, he always said me, you see I'm fine."

Mary jumped for another day like this, but she was not lazy the next day. She got up early, changed into the clothes she saw Mrs. White the day before yesterday, tied a neat ponytail, grabbed her bangs a few times, He stroked the hat given to her again, as if he was talking to someone, "Good morning, Mrs. White, will you take me home today?", then bouncing around to get today's breakfast.

Today is Mrs. White's second visit, she still has to behave well, a happy future is ahead!

"Tom!"

She knocked on the door next door, looked down at the few slices of bread left, and continued to knock on his door. After a few times, she opened the door, "Don't sleep late, or I will eat the bread !"

There was no one in the room, usually he didn't get up at this time!

"Rabbit! My bunny is gone!" said toothless Billy, howling out of his door, which was a bit annoying in the foggy early morning weather.

"Look for it again, maybe it's under the bed." Mary handed him a piece of bread, but before he could say thank you, he still sobbed, "I've seen it, I've seen it everywhere! No - where did my bunny go! Wow -"

"Ah----!!!" Little Amy's scream was even more annoying. She pointed at the sky and shouted: "Rabbit! Rabbit! Beam! Look!"

The eyes of the children moved with Amy's fingertips, and they all screamed and cried in horror—Billy Stubbs' rabbit was hanging on the beams, with red eyes rolled out and fur messy The ground exploded, and there was a thin rope like a fishing line on his neck. The little blood had dried up, but it was obvious that he had been tortured before he died.

At this time, Riddle returned from the yard to the hall, his eyes were a little dark, and naturally followed the children to glance at the poor little animal, and then walked towards Mary with a blank expression, and took from the plate she was holding. A loaf of bread is gone.

"My bunny! My bunny!" cried Billy, terrified at the same time. "Who did it! I'm going to avenge my bunny! Was it you? Or was it you? Del!"

He didn't dare to rush over directly, so he could only wipe away his tears and point at Riddle who was biting a piece of bread.

"Me? Don't blame me!" Riddle's voice was even more disdainful, "You didn't like your own things, who is to blame!"

"Then what are you doing! You're not here! What are you doing!"

"What do you care about me? It's none of your business!"

Mary felt strange, Riddle almost never appeared in the yard at this time, but this has nothing to do with the rabbit, and he looks very tired, but hides a hint of excitement?

Anyway, "we gotta get it down first!" Mrs. White is coming today, and Mrs. Cole and Martha are going to buy discounted dishes early in the morning. If Mrs. White comes early, she can't let her in the door Just see this!

Of course none of the children dared except her and Tom.But Tom wasn't going to help—it was just her.

Mary brought the ladder from outside the yard, and untied the thread hanging from the beam amidst the child's sobbing and nervous inhalation. Seeing the undigested leaves yesterday made her stomach churn.

It is impossible for a rabbit to be hung from a beam by itself, but who can do such a thing?

"You came early. You want to see Mary, right—I think she's delivering breakfast to the children. She's very hardworking!" Mrs. Cole's voice brought her back to reality from her contemplation.

It's Mrs. White!

The children scattered all at once, leaving only a few good deeds, who were still watching what she was doing—rescuing a dead animal.

"Oh my God, what are you doing here? Mary, what are you doing standing so tall?" As soon as Mrs. Cole came in, she saw the tallest Mary standing. Mary quickly hid the rabbit behind her, not wanting Mrs. White to see arrive.

"Woooooh my rabbit—" Billy was still crying.

"Mary, where is the rabbit? You hid it?" At this moment, Riddle desperately added a sentence, which was like a magical introductory sentence, which made people start to daydream, what kind of rabbit, Mary took Billy's rabbit , where did you hide it?

"I..." Mary's mouth was stupid and her brain was not turning fast, she didn't know how to explain this scene, "Mrs. Cole, Billy's rabbit is dead..."

"Dead? Then what are you doing up there?"

Mrs. White was also watching her, and then she saw something—"Mary, what are you holding behind your back, could it be that rabbit?"

"I, I'm helping Billy take the rabbit down..." Mary told the truth, she took the rabbit out with trembling hands, and Mrs. White also screamed—after all, the poor little guy's The death scene was too tragic.

"Who did this, the children from the orphanage?" Mrs. White took two steps back, she no longer wanted to see Mary and the rabbit.

"I will find out, Mrs. White, my children will not do such a cruel thing!" Mrs. Cole comforted this woman who was of a completely different class from them, while hinting to Mary to come down quickly with her eyes. Stop holding that dead rabbit.

Trembling, Mary got off the ladder, but she didn't know whether it was on the ground or—and Billy didn't seem too afraid to touch it.

"Mrs. White..." she whispered imploringly.

"Oh, I think I have to think about it, I came too early today, I'll go back and have a rest..." Mrs. White didn't even look at Mary, she thought she couldn't stay here for a moment, the rabbit's Her head was full of blood and hair after the tragedy.

Mrs. Cole was silent for a moment, and looked at Mary pityingly.

"Mrs. White!" Mary ran to Mrs. White and tried to hold her hand as before, "I didn't do it, I am very good, I can do everything - I can wash clothes, mop the floor, cook and eat by myself, I don't bother anyone at all, I-"

But Mrs. White shook it off in fright. She wanted a baby who was like a little angel, maybe she could be ignorant, not this, not this girl...

This seemed to pronounce Mary's fate. Following the sound of Mrs. White's leaving footsteps, Mary sat on the ground in despair, as lifeless as the dead rabbit.

Mrs. Cole led the crying Billy over, took the rabbit away with some distaste, patted her on the shoulder, and sighed, "Poor Mary—come on, Billy, let's go get you together." The rabbit was buried."

Mary didn't want to answer Mrs. Cole's words, and all her fantasies melted into bubbles in an instant.

She sat blankly in front of the hall, stirring her skirt nervously.

"Mary."

Riddle watched for a long time, he couldn't tell what it was like, but he knew that the woman would not decide to adopt Mary.

Last night, he discovered that he was different, and he used this power to make Mary bad luck.

As the winner, he stepped forward and faced Mary, he wanted to observe her expression, what would it look like?

He saw that her green eyes seemed to be gray, and the moment she saw him, she rushed over—not to fight, but to cry while hugging him.

Mary tugged at his frayed coat and wiped away tears, helpless and hopeless.

He saw Mary cry for the first time, and he knew from that moment that if Mary cried, he must be very happy.

The author has something to say: Little Tom is born a bad breed, and he can't see Mary being good.

This article tom is still very bad.

I want to comment and collect, rush!