Hunter Fan - Snake

She lives in the wooden house, and she doesn't plan to use it for a long time. Getting used to it is a terrible thing, and it can change everything, just like suddenly there is another person beside her. Once you get used to it, it will be natural. You won't be afraid, you won't be afraid. , don't even care about it.

She stayed in the wooden house and used her favorite name, or 'Shallow Water', 'Shen Qianshui'.

When I got up in the morning, I made breakfast, sat in the window seat and waited for Mr. Fulishi to come back, and then talked about small things at the dinner table, maybe adding some milk, fresh of course.

After eating breakfast, clearing the table, and going out for a walk together after washing, this has become a rule. Mr. Fulishi said that it was for the sake of her body. When she first entered this body, it was too broken. Being able to live has become a miracle, and she can no longer She is very satisfied to be able to become a human being, and the other things are really not that important.

The place to take a walk is next to the stream where Mr. Fulishi catches fish. The pace along the bank does not need to be fast, and Mr. Fulishi will deliberately slow down and wait for her to follow.

Occasionally some wind blows, she closes her eyes against the wind, and Mr. Fulishi is beside her. He walks on her left, a short step up and down. Didn't try to change anything, on the contrary, he cooperated with all his might.Not far away, not close, like...a shadow.

She will go back to the cabin, and Mr. Fulishi will be dragged away by Mr. Leiza who has been waiting inside. She smiles, shakes her hands and bids farewell, then turns around, puts on her coat, rolls up the sleeves, and moves out the quilt , Put it on the hanger to bask in the sun, if the weather is good.

If it is raining or cloudy, she will fill a plate of water, take a rag and start cleaning. Mr. Leiza is a man, no matter how clean he is, it is still a little bit worse in the eyes of Qianshui who is a woman.

There were stains on the window sill, she took a rag and wet it with water, wrung it dry and wiped it, suddenly felt that the stain was so conspicuous and annoying, she shook her hand, she continued, over and over again.

Sweating, she was tired but found that her mood became irritable, it was that kind of unknown hotness, her mind would be dizzy, and her thinking would stop. She didn't like this feeling, she shook her head, she straightened up, changed the water and knelt on the floor , I didn’t need to use the mop or anything, I just bent over and wiped it randomly without any rules.

The dust mixed with the tap water formed streaks on the floor. She stopped, frowned, and bit her lips so hard that her teeth left marks on her lips.She took a deep breath, closed her eyes and rested for a while, then stood up and brought a bucket, wet the mop and mopped the floor.

In her spare time, she would sit down, stare blankly, thinking of some thoughts that came from nowhere, which were too pure and naive.She would beat in her heart, her fingers tapping the rhythm on the windowsill.It's Carmen's song.

She would squint her eyes, bend her lips, and look out of the window with the corners of her eyes curved. No matter it is the blue sky or the misty gray, whether it is the clear sky or the drizzle, she always uses that gentle and soft expression. Look at the sky.

To prepare dinner in the evening, we must prepare for Mr. Fulishi and Mr. Leiza. After all, the wooden house belongs to Mr. Leiza. As temporary residents, she and Mr. Fulishi have no excuse at all.

Mr. Leiza will prepare the ingredients and utensils in advance, which is very convenient for her.

After putting the dinner on the table, she calculated that there was still some time left. She covered the meal and calculated the temperature, so that the two gentlemen who came back could eat quickly.Then she leaned against the window sill, supported her chin with her hands, raised her head slightly and counted the stars, flickering and flickering.

Sometimes she wonders what kind of place Meteor Street is like. It is not the place where Mr. was born, but the place where Mr. grew up. I heard that there are a lot of garbage dumps inside. Isn’t that very dirty?No wonder Mr. has some cleanliness. Although it's not serious, it's still a bit strange for men.

She would think, are there meteors on Meteor Street?The kind that has a long tail, like the stars blessed by the Father God. The Father God told the messenger that whoever can say the wish three times before the meteor disappears, then it will come true. She has done it, but it is a pity that she failed every time. And the end, too short, a wish that cannot be fulfilled, is like an ending that cannot be hoped for.

Her eyes will be blurred, and the deep black under her eyes will become thicker, with a strange light. The halo from the sky is not as gorgeous as the light, like fireworks, and like a kind of color that has never been seen before. It's not bad.

When Mr. Fulishi and Mr. Leiza come back together, they usually enter the house amidst the noise. Mr. Leiza will grab Mr. Fulishi's neck, and the strength of the strangulation is so heavy that Mr. Fulishi's face turns crimson. Red, like a ripe tomato.

When he opened the door and saw her, Mr. Fulishi would show two canine teeth and smile brightly, with the taste of sunshine.Mr. Leiza's eyes are narrowed, and he looks like he is smiling even when he is not smiling. He looks very kind.

After dinner, Mr. Leiza would quarrel with Mr. Fulishi at the dinner table. Every time Mr. Fulishi lost miserably, the ratio was recorded as 1:100. She looked at it with a smile and said nothing, this is not her world, she wants All I was waiting for was Mr., that very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very good Mr., who gently told the truth with cruel reality...Mr.

She knows that this body is very weak, so weak that it can be strangled to death with a little effort, she wants to become a little stronger, the husband does not need to be burdened, and she must learn to protect herself if she wants to see him.

She lowered her head and looked at her hands. They were covered with scars, but they were still white and miserable. The veins on them were like woven nets.

She clenched her hands tightly, her nails embedded into her flesh, causing a slight pain. She raised her head and stared at the two people who were still arguing over a trivial matter. Her smile became more gentle, but her eyes appeared firm, and the blackness condensed. She said, "Fu ...Mr. Jin, teach me to read. I want to learn the fastest way, can you?"

She is too weak, whether it was before or now, she is too weak, she is too weak to kill an ant, she will not kill, as long as she can stop it, she can't do anything if she doesn't want to, she can't interfere with anything , that was too sad, so sad that Miss Natasha couldn't accept it.

She smiled softly when she said that, the blackness in her eyes was rich, but there was light, which could reflect the brilliance, she looked in Jin's direction, and did not move her eyes.

Jin and Leiza stopped, looked back at her with a luster she couldn't understand, flashed by, very fast but very slow, she saw it, but couldn't figure it out.Also wash just do not want to think about.

Jin Zheng straightened his body, he would release Lei Zha's hand stuck on his neck, his face gradually returned to normal, and then he asked, why.

She drew an arc, rippling on her lips, seemingly fixed, she replied, "Father God is sleeping, I want to protect the people I cherish, if possible, I hope they are happy, now, Father God is sleeping."

Jin was very serious, he didn't speak, but she knew that it was Mr. Fulishi's acquiescence, so she laughed, with a soft and gentle expression, the kind of expression that makes people relax.

She stood up and cleared the table, and whispered thank you to Jin.

She felt very happy, not because of what Mr. Fulishi promised to teach her to read, but pure, simple feeling of happiness. She went to the kitchen and turned on the faucet, and the water flowed down from the pipe, rushing to Her hands were red and cold.

She folded herself up, rubbed vigorously to get rid of the chill, reached into the sink to wash the bowl, the water from the faucet was not turned off, and the voice came out sparsely, with a sense of sadness coming from nowhere, the wind blowing through the window The water got in through the cracks and blew onto the back of her hands. The wet hands were very cold, very cold.

She turned off the faucet, lowered her head, and stared at the bowl and spoon in her hand, which was stained with colorful residue, like mixed paint, a filth that couldn't be wiped off no matter how hard she tried.

She closed her eyes half-closed, her eyelashes covered her eyelids, the movement of her hands stopped, she became in a trance, she didn't know what she was thinking, until she came back to her senses when her fingers were numb, she trembled a bit, speeded up, and took the washing machine Take it out and put it aside, drain the water and put it in the cupboard.

When he went out, he heard Mr. Fulishi and Mr. Leiza talking. She couldn't hear clearly because they were too far away, and she heard a few words faintly.

'Danger', 'she', and... 'why'...

She bit her lip, and dragged the skirt with her fingers involuntarily, and wrinkled the skirt with all her strength, which was the kind of irregular and ugly marks.

She stood there for a long time, long enough to hear Mr. Lei Zha's door closing, paused, and went out, her face was still soft and gentle when she faced Jin, with a precise angle of 45 centimeters, and the corners of her eyes were crooked.

Sitting across from Kim, she was wringing her fingers under the table as she looked up at him, flustered, and she said, "Isn't it okay? It's still hard to learn? I'm fine, I'm going to work hard, so... it's not okay Is it?" At the end, she lowered her head, not daring to look into her golden and black eyes.

Seeing her timid attitude, Jin smiled brightly, showing his teeth. He raised his jaw slightly, his expression so proud and conceited. He said, "How is it possible, but learning is very hard, you have to be mentally prepared."

She raised her head abruptly when she heard this, her eyes were surprisingly bright, her rough hair was neatly tied behind her back with a slender blue ribbon and a butterfly-shaped single knot, she smiled dazzlingly and nodded her head, "Mr. Fulis is a good man."

Seeing Jin Yi's helpless expression and not knowing whether it was an expression of anger or frustration, she realized that she had just used an honorific title in a hurry, and Mr. Fulishi didn't like it. She had to pay more attention next time, otherwise Mr. Fulishi wouldn't teach me. manage?

She pointed her finger at the corner of her mouth, and when she looked at Jin, she spoke with a small voice, and she said, "Mr. Jin, let me tell you a story. It is a beautiful but cruel story." At this point, she stopped to observe Looking at Jin's expression, he didn't find anything unusual before continuing.

"It's a story about a gentleman and his daughter. There was a gentleman a long time ago. His family was very poor, and his daughter was suffering from old diseases and heart problems. It was a picture. The white earth, the crimson blood drops, depicted The track, that is the signpost of sin, the old gold coin (Coin) Mr. Bei clenched his hand and dragged it on his knees. The gentleman smiled. Every time the girl coughed lightly, her chest hurt, and the spring gradually moved away. Wrapped in a tattered quilt, she is still dreaming, knowing the days of love, warm and unforgettable.

Girls will ask Mr., 'Hello.If Dad was in Paradise, what kind of flowers would be blooming there?Hello.If Dad was in Paradise, what kind of birds would be singing?Hello.If Dad was in Paradise, wouldn't this body hurt anymore?Hello.If Dad is in Paradise, we'll be together forever, right? '

Then I asked again, 'Dad—if it were in Paradise, what kind of romance would there be?Hello.If Dad was in Paradise, what kind of love would he sing?Dad—if we were in Paradise, wouldn't this pain in my heart stop?Hello.If Dad is in Paradise, we'll be together forever, right? '

Mr. Kim, do you know?In fact, death is not a terrible thing. "She turned her face away and said to Jin, her tone was gentle, with an unknown sharpness, she seemed to know something, but was confused about something.

She didn't understand why she wanted to tell such a story. What could it prove if it was just a story?The husband and his daughter in the story had different dreams when they died.

None of this explained anything, she felt that she had said something wrong, she lowered her head, twisted her fingers, and said sorry in a low voice.

This is a fantasy paradise, this is a decaying paradise.

Jin's eyes flickered, and she still couldn't understand what the light inside belonged to, but she didn't doubt, doubt, or betray her.

That's Mr. Fulis, good man's... Mr. Fulis.

Jin tilted his head, his bristling hair swayed, his face was a little dazed with a smile, perhaps feeling embarrassed, he stretched out his hand to scratch the tip of his hedgehog-like hair, and rubbed the tip of his nose in embarrassment, he said, "Shallow water I won't die, I will definitely not die." After speaking, she grinned brightly, piercingly bright.

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