Hunter Doujin—Ghost_Butterfly

life 16

Fingers with tragic white are intertwined with each other, and the result of excessive force is to present a white that is different from healthy color, more transparent than white snowflakes, and more tragic than pure white paper.

"Sir... what are you talking about? I... can't hear very clearly..." The slightly drooping head was covered by the disobedient bangs on the forehead, covering the eyes that could have been seen a little, thick The glass lenses of the glasses glowed strangely white under the too bright sunlight.

"Ding Dong." The service bell at the table rang.

"Kang Dang." The tea set hit the table lightly and diffused through the solid table material into the not-so-large space.

Qianshui likes Lala, Nuonuo, very much.

Qianshui likes Pandora, likes small towns, likes them very much.

Qianshui seldom has things he likes, Qianshui...doesn't want them to disappear...

The sapphire earrings reflected bright light, and the white straps showed different degrees of sickness on the same pale forehead. The slender fingers clasped the delicate coffee cup, took a sip, and then closed the dark eyes. .It seems to be reminiscing about the original sweetness of Blue Mountain.

"Miss Qianshui, we just want to go out and won't do anything else."

There are obvious bite marks on the tightly closed lips, which look so shocking.

"I...know...but..."

Qianshui likes Mr., very much, like Xihua Lala, like Nono, Qianshui knows that Mr. is a gentle person, very gentle, very gentle...

"It seems that Ms. Qianshui knows more than we imagined." The blue and white straw in her mouth twisted unnaturally under the influence of irregularities for a long time, and her childish face still had a bright smile, azure blue Her eyes are covered by eyelids, and she can only see the original purity from the tiny gaps.

"...Sir, you should understand...you understand better than me, don't you?"

What kind of town is Pandora Town and what kind of place is Pandora? Mister is very clear, even more clear than Qianshui, but... Mister didn't say it.

"Miss Qianshui still can't let go of those 'things'?"

He closed his eyes and sighed slightly, "Mr. is indeed a gentle person."

Qianshui likes Lala, likes Nuonuo, likes them very much, doesn't want them to die, doesn't want them to lose their happiness.But Qianshui also understands that Lala is dead, Nuonuo is dead, and the place where people in the town live is just a dream...Alice in Wonderland...

"What number do you like, Mister?" The coffee Blue Mountain served by the waiter in a simple suit was still steaming, and it looked really delicious, but Qianshui just watched it fixedly, without the slightest thought of picking it up.With his head lowered, he slowly but with a little inexplicable charm asked some irrelevant topics.

"Does it matter?" Mr. Xia Ke raised his wrist and asked with an innocent expression while resting his cheek.

Shaking his head, his soft short hair draws a beautiful arc in the air, "No, sir, do you know what number can represent time in my country?"

"That's Miss Qianshui's country." In other words, how could they know the meaning of Miss Qianshui's country.Probably because he felt that this question was sudden, or that it was not at the right time, the smile on the husband's face deepened a little. It was a smile that Qianshui had never seen before.

"The number nine is repeated here, although I don't know why nine is repeated here, but in my country nine is a number with deep meaning.

Nine is a fixed number, nine days or nine cycles can go on infinitely, and it is probably the same here. "

Qianshui likes Lala, likes Nuonuo, likes very much, but Lala is dead, and Nuonuo is also dead, people cannot be resurrected after death...

"Time goes back, can you explain it this way?" Mosuo said with a slight pale lips.

"No, it's not the reverse of time, it's the cycle. The cycle and the reverse are different." Shaking his head once, Qianshui denied, "The reverse is a kind of cycle, but the cycle includes the reverse, but the reverse cannot be generalized. cycle."

'Lala, I want these. '

'Okay, I borrowed a lot today. '

'Because these books are only available here. '

'Today I want these two. '

'OK, go slow. '

Lala likes Nuonuo, but Lala doesn't say anything, Qianshui knows, always knows, but pretends not to know.

Nuonuo likes Lala, but Nuonuo didn't say anything, Qianshui knew it, always knew it, but pretended not to know.

Time is overlapping, time is looping, again and again...

"Miss Qianshui knows it very well." The husband smiled, but Qianshui couldn't understand that smile.

"...I know...sir...is a good person..."

Lala died, Mr. killed him, Qianshui knew, always knew, but Qianshui pretended not to know.

Nuonuo died, Mr. killed her, Qianshui knew, always knew, but Qianshui pretended not to know.

Lala fell in front of Nuonuo, her black eyes were full of hatred, Qianshui didn't dare to look, didn't want to look, didn't want to look.

Nuonuo fell on the floor, the floor was icy, very cold, very cold... The red liquid continued to spread, spread...full of sorrow... Tong Yan's dark black eyes were full of pain, desolation, unwillingness, shallow water Don't dare to look, don't want to look, don't want to look.

So... escape...

Throat...so thirsty...

Qian Shui's momentary surprise when he saw Mr., maybe it was just an illusion produced by his eyes, maybe it was just a fantasy that Qian Shui thought. At that moment, Qian Shui saw deep doubts in Mr.'s black eyes that looked like jet black ink.

The gentleman is very gentle and gentle, and the gentleness makes Qianshui think of Mingjing, the ordinary girl who always follows behind her.

Sir, very good, very good, good, let shallow water... want to cry...

The hands are still overlapping, the left hand is on top of the right hand, and the subtle wrinkles on the skin caused by excessive force can be seen faintly.

"...Mister, do you want to go out...or do you want Pandora's box?" The pale lips opened and closed, and then whispered softly.

"I want both." The gentleman replied in this way, without concealment, he answered directly and clearly.

"... Tomorrow... Tomorrow, Mister will get the box... As long as one day, just one day, is it okay?" The request seemed to be a child who had done something wrong, with a slightly lowered head, a pious hope, and a soft whisper.

"...Only one day." After a long time, the husband said so.

"Thank you..." Very lightly, as if the slightest wind could blow away my thanks.

The shallow smile is not a blunt smile with a 45-degree upward lip angle, and it is not a habitual expression that appears due to practice. It is very soft and soft, so soft that people feel that they have seen...an angel...

Qianshui likes Lala and Nuonuo, but when Lala is dead, so is Nuonuo.

Qianshui likes Mr., very much, but Mr. kills Lala and Nuonuo.

Qianshui understands, Qianshui understands something, so... Qianshui can't...cry...

'Tomorrow...Mr. will get the box tomorrow...Just one day, just one day, okay? '

24 hours a day...

Shallow Water Hope…………………………………………………………………………………….

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