Hunter Fan - Snake
Chapter 50
She changed into a long shirt and trousers, thanked Jin and said goodbye with a smile. She said, "See you next time, Mr. Jin." She used that kind of unusually soft arc, with curved eyes and lips.
Then she turned around and opened the door. She seemed to think of something when she went out, tilted her head and turned back, "By the way, Mr. Jin, there are still some apple pies in the refrigerator. Don't Mr. Jin like them very much? Desserts If so, warm it up and eat it."
After walking a long, long distance, she turned her head and looked in the direction of the wooden house. There was a figure standing in front of the wooden door with the only metal handle.She laughed, wondering if Mr. Fulishi would become even more sloppy if he left, maybe he would only shave once in several months, and he would remember to change his clothes when they were too tattered to wear.
Also, Mr. Fulishi doesn't know how to cook. For breakfast, he likes to eat fruit with unknown name with boiled water. I don't know if there is any harm. As long as it can fill the stomach, it is easy to get sick. .
She smiled, with the corners of her lips slightly raised. The sleeves of her shirt were so long that they covered the backs of her hands. The collar was so high that it almost covered her entire neck.The trousers are a very common style of navy blue jeans, which are a little white after washing, because they have been worn for a long time, but it doesn't matter, as long as the trousers are long enough.
She thought, looking back, Mr. Fulishi will take good care of himself. Mr. Fulishi has someone he likes. She can't destroy them or participate in it. Just add blessings.
What she wants to do is to pray to the father god on her head, pray for Mr. Fulishi, may the benevolent father be able to bless you, let Mr. Fulishi get what he wants, and make what he wants to do, in that case She will be happy too.
She lowered her head and looked at the soil under the toes of her shoes. The scorched black was covered with green grass, which was as soft as her favorite cotton candy when she stepped on it.She slightly lowered her eyes with a divine expression.
She was not walking fast, and she was walking while admiring the scenery. There was a huge tree growing beside her, and most of the sun was covered, leaving little by little on her face, which seemed to move as she moved forward. The firefly, very beautiful.
Following the stream, she walked downstream.
Black, in fact, she likes black very much, even at night.That's... sir...
She wants to tell her husband that she has learned to climb a tree. Although it is not very high, it can already climb to half of the seat, and it will not fall, let alone get hurt.How would you react, sir?Will you be happy?will be happy.
She pulled the sleeves so that the already long sleeves covered the back of her hands, and the ugly and twisted scars twisted on them, but she couldn't see them.
She smiled, walked faster, and finally started to run, she wanted to hurry up to her husband, he still remembered her, there was nothing wrong with becoming a human being, she was already a human being, just like her husband.
She let out a muffled laugh, and began to dance around on her toes, moving her long hair that was not smooth and not black, as dry as a straw that had been dehydrated.
She wants to hurry up and hurry up, the husband will not be in a hurry, it will be bad if you leave first, it will be very troublesome to find the husband, the husband will not know where he is going, maybe it will be someone unknown The mausoleum, or the ruins of an unknown place.With her current body, she can't find her husband, and she doesn't know how long it will take to miss it.
She... has no time.
She ran very fast, but even if she used the fastest speed, she was only a little faster than walking. She felt annoyed because of her body.
She began to complain, why such a body?It would be nice if it was a little healthier, no, it just needs to be not so dilapidated, then it will have strength, and my husband will be happy to see it.
Frowning, she pursed her lips, shook her head and threw away those inexplicable emotions, she couldn't think so much, Father God would be angry.That's enough, it's fine if you're already a human being.
How did Mr. recognize her?She thought about it, and thought it was a miraculous thing, and finally thought, Mr. is really smart, it's good to know that she is shallow water as if she changed her appearance.
Out of the woods, what I saw was the town where she would buy materials and daily necessities to go back to. Before, she would come with Mr. Fulishi, but this time she was alone, alone...
She stopped, fixed in place and did not move, her head was drooping, her bangs covered her eyes, light yellow, and the inside was black, the blackness engraved into the soul.
She stared blankly at the mosaic under her feet and turned her head to the sidewalk, as if thinking, but found that her eyes were distracted.After a long time, she came back to her senses and looked at the color of the sky. It was not azure blue or iron gray, but a color mixed in it, which was unknown but so clear.
She rolled her eyes and looked ahead. There were many people, unknown, unfamiliar, and kind. In short, there were so many.No Mr., no Mr. Wojin, let alone Mr. Knight.
Where are they...
She suddenly felt stiff all over, and the blood froze in the blood vessels as if it had stopped flowing for a while, and stopped flowing.She felt so cold, it was an inexplicable cold that froze her whole body, and even her soul was imprisoned.
She began to tremble, trembling slightly, her teeth were fighting up and down, and she needed to clench her teeth to restrain the trembling.
She felt an unknown but very familiar emotion emerge, like a person standing on a deserted island, looking at the blank sea, feeling independent and helpless.
The palms were fisted, and there was pain in the palms, and then she smelled a faint smell of rust, which was the breath of blood.She frowned and bit her lip, hard.
She began to struggle hard, like a beast trapped by a hunter, roaring and making a final struggle.Use up your life.
The stiff fingers moved, and a warm air flowed from the heart, circulating the body through the blood vessels, and she felt warm, heat in the cold.
She started walking again, her husband was waiting for her, she couldn't stop, if she couldn't find him, if she couldn't find him, she would, she would feel... lonely.
She knew that she was too dependent on her husband, and she knew it was wrong. She liked him much less than Der Spiegel, and less than Raleigh.Just liking, not love, not trust, just liking.
Yes, but I like it.She hooked the corners of her lips, and a smile that was not inferior to flowers bloomed at the corners of her mouth. She looked at the sun and the overcrowded crowd.
She went to the auditorium, the nameless auditorium in this nameless town, very simple, no stained glass windows, no statue of God the Father, only wooden benches with peeling paint, and... a cross, white of.
She went in, and the walk was not very long, but she felt that it was so long. It took a lot of time for her to walk in front of the pure white cross. When she knelt down, she exerted a lot of force on her knees and felt numb. .
She closed her eyes and lowered her head, and folded her fingers on the seat in front of her chest. She wanted to repent, to repent for her lies, and she wanted to admonish, admonish for her mistakes.
She was grateful for her own survival, but lost her way in confusion.
The Father God will guide her, because the Father God is so benevolent and loves all living beings, so can she hope, can she pray for her happiness, her own, the shallow water... happiness?
The ticking bell rang in the auditorium, echoing one after another, as if telling the gospel of God.
Kou knelt down and his legs went numb and couldn't stop.My body started to become cold again, and I couldn't stop.
The eyelashes on her closed eyes fluttered like fluttering butterflies.The light and shadow it casts are beautiful and beautiful, and even unsightly faces become holy.
There was the sound of footsteps at the door, rhythmic tapping, and they disappeared as they approached.
Kuroro stroked his lips with one hand, and the raised skin pricked his hands slightly. He retracted his hands and jjj his pockets, and stood on the seat not far from the praying girl, narrowing his eyes.
For a while, he lowered his eyes and chuckled, the corners of his lips were fifteen centimeters apart, a half-smile, and then he pulled out his hand to brush the broken hair on his forehead, the bandage on his forehead was glaringly white, tragic.He opened his mouth and said softly, no, it should be a whisper, it is a name, representing a name that does not know what it means.
"Shallow water."
The voice is low, with the illusion of charm, like a crystal cup drowning in a wine tank, and the tone is long, as if singing.
She stiffened her back, and when she turned her head, she saw the blackness like stagnant water, and then smiled.
Kuroro withdrew his hair-raising hand, stretched it forward and stretched it out.The palm is facing up, and if you look closely, you will find that the texture on it is intricate, intertwined like thorns, with thorns one by one.
With trembling legs, she stood up with difficulty, resisting the piercing pain, the numbness like ants gnawing, she moved forward, towards the blackness like stagnant water.
The fingertips touched the outstretched palm, and they were held for an instant, icy cold, as if there was no warmth.
She smiled brightly, with curved eyes and lips, and said, "Sir, today's dessert is tiramisu, you should like it."
Kuroro pulled her hand hard with his hands, and instantly changed his position to wrap around her waist, stabilizing her swaying body.
She smiled unabated, narrowed her eyes and said, "Sir, I can climb trees. It's a very tall tree. I can climb to half the height without falling down. I'm very good."
Kuroro smiled and said nothing, and helped her pull down the collar of her neck with a smile. The collar was so high that people couldn't see her pale skin.
She waved her hand violently, and slapped Kuroro's intimate fingers, her fingertips were cold, crystal clear.She reacted, lowered her head and tugged at the hem of the shirt, twisted fiercely, and apologized intermittently, she said, "Yes... I'm sorry, but... Mister can't see... I can't see... I'm sorry, I'm really sorry... "
She choked helplessly, her eye sockets were unimaginably wet, her blurry vision seemed to be vented through something, tears fell uncontrollably, and hit the mosaic bricks to form irregular spots one by one.
She leaned her head, not daring to look into Kuroro's eyes, it was too embarrassing, really too embarrassing, how could she cry?I can't cry, I'm obviously very happy, I should be very happy to see my husband, he will think she is very strange, she will become a strange person.
Thinking about it, she sniffed and rubbed her red nostrils, trying hard to draw back her tears, but more and more fell.
She hastily wiped it with her sleeves, with such force that the area around her eye sockets became swollen.The wrists were suppressed, and what held her hands was a pair of pale, bloodless but very beautiful hands. It is rare for a man's hands to be so beautiful.
She was thinking wildly, feeling that her eyes hadn't been wiped gently, and when she looked up, she saw Kuroro's handsome face, with delicate features, dark hair, and deep eyes without any impurities.
She stared blankly, her eyes were scattered and unable to focus, she was a little lost in it, those eyes like stagnant water, just like... brother.
"Go back, they're waiting." Kuroro touched her hair, pulled the shirt on her body, smoothed the folds, and said.
She was shocked, nodded her head, raised her lips and smiled slightly, the corners of her eyes were curved, and the corners of her lips were curved.Soft and holy, "Is Mr. Wojin okay? You need to prepare more dishes today, otherwise you will be hungry. By the way, do you like apple pie? I like it very much. You can also make this for dessert today."
She took a step back, followed Kuroro one step behind, and opened her mouth to say that she was in a good mood.That's great.Mr. has not changed, that's great.
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Then she turned around and opened the door. She seemed to think of something when she went out, tilted her head and turned back, "By the way, Mr. Jin, there are still some apple pies in the refrigerator. Don't Mr. Jin like them very much? Desserts If so, warm it up and eat it."
After walking a long, long distance, she turned her head and looked in the direction of the wooden house. There was a figure standing in front of the wooden door with the only metal handle.She laughed, wondering if Mr. Fulishi would become even more sloppy if he left, maybe he would only shave once in several months, and he would remember to change his clothes when they were too tattered to wear.
Also, Mr. Fulishi doesn't know how to cook. For breakfast, he likes to eat fruit with unknown name with boiled water. I don't know if there is any harm. As long as it can fill the stomach, it is easy to get sick. .
She smiled, with the corners of her lips slightly raised. The sleeves of her shirt were so long that they covered the backs of her hands. The collar was so high that it almost covered her entire neck.The trousers are a very common style of navy blue jeans, which are a little white after washing, because they have been worn for a long time, but it doesn't matter, as long as the trousers are long enough.
She thought, looking back, Mr. Fulishi will take good care of himself. Mr. Fulishi has someone he likes. She can't destroy them or participate in it. Just add blessings.
What she wants to do is to pray to the father god on her head, pray for Mr. Fulishi, may the benevolent father be able to bless you, let Mr. Fulishi get what he wants, and make what he wants to do, in that case She will be happy too.
She lowered her head and looked at the soil under the toes of her shoes. The scorched black was covered with green grass, which was as soft as her favorite cotton candy when she stepped on it.She slightly lowered her eyes with a divine expression.
She was not walking fast, and she was walking while admiring the scenery. There was a huge tree growing beside her, and most of the sun was covered, leaving little by little on her face, which seemed to move as she moved forward. The firefly, very beautiful.
Following the stream, she walked downstream.
Black, in fact, she likes black very much, even at night.That's... sir...
She wants to tell her husband that she has learned to climb a tree. Although it is not very high, it can already climb to half of the seat, and it will not fall, let alone get hurt.How would you react, sir?Will you be happy?will be happy.
She pulled the sleeves so that the already long sleeves covered the back of her hands, and the ugly and twisted scars twisted on them, but she couldn't see them.
She smiled, walked faster, and finally started to run, she wanted to hurry up to her husband, he still remembered her, there was nothing wrong with becoming a human being, she was already a human being, just like her husband.
She let out a muffled laugh, and began to dance around on her toes, moving her long hair that was not smooth and not black, as dry as a straw that had been dehydrated.
She wants to hurry up and hurry up, the husband will not be in a hurry, it will be bad if you leave first, it will be very troublesome to find the husband, the husband will not know where he is going, maybe it will be someone unknown The mausoleum, or the ruins of an unknown place.With her current body, she can't find her husband, and she doesn't know how long it will take to miss it.
She... has no time.
She ran very fast, but even if she used the fastest speed, she was only a little faster than walking. She felt annoyed because of her body.
She began to complain, why such a body?It would be nice if it was a little healthier, no, it just needs to be not so dilapidated, then it will have strength, and my husband will be happy to see it.
Frowning, she pursed her lips, shook her head and threw away those inexplicable emotions, she couldn't think so much, Father God would be angry.That's enough, it's fine if you're already a human being.
How did Mr. recognize her?She thought about it, and thought it was a miraculous thing, and finally thought, Mr. is really smart, it's good to know that she is shallow water as if she changed her appearance.
Out of the woods, what I saw was the town where she would buy materials and daily necessities to go back to. Before, she would come with Mr. Fulishi, but this time she was alone, alone...
She stopped, fixed in place and did not move, her head was drooping, her bangs covered her eyes, light yellow, and the inside was black, the blackness engraved into the soul.
She stared blankly at the mosaic under her feet and turned her head to the sidewalk, as if thinking, but found that her eyes were distracted.After a long time, she came back to her senses and looked at the color of the sky. It was not azure blue or iron gray, but a color mixed in it, which was unknown but so clear.
She rolled her eyes and looked ahead. There were many people, unknown, unfamiliar, and kind. In short, there were so many.No Mr., no Mr. Wojin, let alone Mr. Knight.
Where are they...
She suddenly felt stiff all over, and the blood froze in the blood vessels as if it had stopped flowing for a while, and stopped flowing.She felt so cold, it was an inexplicable cold that froze her whole body, and even her soul was imprisoned.
She began to tremble, trembling slightly, her teeth were fighting up and down, and she needed to clench her teeth to restrain the trembling.
She felt an unknown but very familiar emotion emerge, like a person standing on a deserted island, looking at the blank sea, feeling independent and helpless.
The palms were fisted, and there was pain in the palms, and then she smelled a faint smell of rust, which was the breath of blood.She frowned and bit her lip, hard.
She began to struggle hard, like a beast trapped by a hunter, roaring and making a final struggle.Use up your life.
The stiff fingers moved, and a warm air flowed from the heart, circulating the body through the blood vessels, and she felt warm, heat in the cold.
She started walking again, her husband was waiting for her, she couldn't stop, if she couldn't find him, if she couldn't find him, she would, she would feel... lonely.
She knew that she was too dependent on her husband, and she knew it was wrong. She liked him much less than Der Spiegel, and less than Raleigh.Just liking, not love, not trust, just liking.
Yes, but I like it.She hooked the corners of her lips, and a smile that was not inferior to flowers bloomed at the corners of her mouth. She looked at the sun and the overcrowded crowd.
She went to the auditorium, the nameless auditorium in this nameless town, very simple, no stained glass windows, no statue of God the Father, only wooden benches with peeling paint, and... a cross, white of.
She went in, and the walk was not very long, but she felt that it was so long. It took a lot of time for her to walk in front of the pure white cross. When she knelt down, she exerted a lot of force on her knees and felt numb. .
She closed her eyes and lowered her head, and folded her fingers on the seat in front of her chest. She wanted to repent, to repent for her lies, and she wanted to admonish, admonish for her mistakes.
She was grateful for her own survival, but lost her way in confusion.
The Father God will guide her, because the Father God is so benevolent and loves all living beings, so can she hope, can she pray for her happiness, her own, the shallow water... happiness?
The ticking bell rang in the auditorium, echoing one after another, as if telling the gospel of God.
Kou knelt down and his legs went numb and couldn't stop.My body started to become cold again, and I couldn't stop.
The eyelashes on her closed eyes fluttered like fluttering butterflies.The light and shadow it casts are beautiful and beautiful, and even unsightly faces become holy.
There was the sound of footsteps at the door, rhythmic tapping, and they disappeared as they approached.
Kuroro stroked his lips with one hand, and the raised skin pricked his hands slightly. He retracted his hands and jjj his pockets, and stood on the seat not far from the praying girl, narrowing his eyes.
For a while, he lowered his eyes and chuckled, the corners of his lips were fifteen centimeters apart, a half-smile, and then he pulled out his hand to brush the broken hair on his forehead, the bandage on his forehead was glaringly white, tragic.He opened his mouth and said softly, no, it should be a whisper, it is a name, representing a name that does not know what it means.
"Shallow water."
The voice is low, with the illusion of charm, like a crystal cup drowning in a wine tank, and the tone is long, as if singing.
She stiffened her back, and when she turned her head, she saw the blackness like stagnant water, and then smiled.
Kuroro withdrew his hair-raising hand, stretched it forward and stretched it out.The palm is facing up, and if you look closely, you will find that the texture on it is intricate, intertwined like thorns, with thorns one by one.
With trembling legs, she stood up with difficulty, resisting the piercing pain, the numbness like ants gnawing, she moved forward, towards the blackness like stagnant water.
The fingertips touched the outstretched palm, and they were held for an instant, icy cold, as if there was no warmth.
She smiled brightly, with curved eyes and lips, and said, "Sir, today's dessert is tiramisu, you should like it."
Kuroro pulled her hand hard with his hands, and instantly changed his position to wrap around her waist, stabilizing her swaying body.
She smiled unabated, narrowed her eyes and said, "Sir, I can climb trees. It's a very tall tree. I can climb to half the height without falling down. I'm very good."
Kuroro smiled and said nothing, and helped her pull down the collar of her neck with a smile. The collar was so high that people couldn't see her pale skin.
She waved her hand violently, and slapped Kuroro's intimate fingers, her fingertips were cold, crystal clear.She reacted, lowered her head and tugged at the hem of the shirt, twisted fiercely, and apologized intermittently, she said, "Yes... I'm sorry, but... Mister can't see... I can't see... I'm sorry, I'm really sorry... "
She choked helplessly, her eye sockets were unimaginably wet, her blurry vision seemed to be vented through something, tears fell uncontrollably, and hit the mosaic bricks to form irregular spots one by one.
She leaned her head, not daring to look into Kuroro's eyes, it was too embarrassing, really too embarrassing, how could she cry?I can't cry, I'm obviously very happy, I should be very happy to see my husband, he will think she is very strange, she will become a strange person.
Thinking about it, she sniffed and rubbed her red nostrils, trying hard to draw back her tears, but more and more fell.
She hastily wiped it with her sleeves, with such force that the area around her eye sockets became swollen.The wrists were suppressed, and what held her hands was a pair of pale, bloodless but very beautiful hands. It is rare for a man's hands to be so beautiful.
She was thinking wildly, feeling that her eyes hadn't been wiped gently, and when she looked up, she saw Kuroro's handsome face, with delicate features, dark hair, and deep eyes without any impurities.
She stared blankly, her eyes were scattered and unable to focus, she was a little lost in it, those eyes like stagnant water, just like... brother.
"Go back, they're waiting." Kuroro touched her hair, pulled the shirt on her body, smoothed the folds, and said.
She was shocked, nodded her head, raised her lips and smiled slightly, the corners of her eyes were curved, and the corners of her lips were curved.Soft and holy, "Is Mr. Wojin okay? You need to prepare more dishes today, otherwise you will be hungry. By the way, do you like apple pie? I like it very much. You can also make this for dessert today."
She took a step back, followed Kuroro one step behind, and opened her mouth to say that she was in a good mood.That's great.Mr. has not changed, that's great.
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