Hunter Doujin—Ghost_Butterfly

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Qian Shui knew that Fang Luo would die, no matter how he tried to stop him, he would die, because Qian Shui didn't know Fang Luo, never knew him.

Qian Shui knows that this is not her own world, she knows, she knows, she knows, she always knows, but she refuses...

Qianshui knew that Lala would die, Nuonuo would die, Pandora didn't exist, never existed, but she was still lucky, hoping to witness a miracle, and then...failed...

Qian Shui knew about Mr., and didn't want to believe it, didn't want to believe it, didn't want to believe it, and always didn't want to believe it, but...that was a fact, an unchangeable fact...

Shallow water doesn't understand, doesn't understand, doesn't understand... doesn't understand anything...

The sunlight in the sky was very dazzling, so dazzling that liquid flowed out of the eyes instinctively.

The color of the sky is really beautiful, it is blue, blue, and blue, just like Mr. Crowder's hair...the long long long long hair...

"It's time for class now, why are you still here?" The voice that sounded a little crisp seemed independent and strange in the crowded street.

He raised his eyes in a daze, his short black hair swayed slightly in front of his forehead, and the result of not taking care of it for a long time was that the bangs were too long to block the only visible line of sight in front of him.

"Which school do you belong to? Which class is it? Who is the head teacher's name?" It could be distinguished that it was a woman's voice. She was not very old, but her tone was mature and sophisticated.

"I... don't have a school..." The teacher is not here, and the classmates are not here... Mingjing... is not here, here...

The instantly lowered head, the oversized wide-rimmed eyes resting on the small bridge of the nose, and the bangs that have not been done for a long time cover all the information that can be revealed on the face.

Staring at the somewhat worn-out patent leather shoes, staring straight.Fingers are bent, shallow water has the habit of fondling the earlobe when thinking, and also has the habit when tense, bending and bending the fingers, making the phalanx take on a strange shape, with a pale color at that moment , Tightly and tightly digging the pure white skirt to lighten the load on the body.

"It's shameful for a child to wander the streets without going to school," said the woman.

Qian Shui knew that this was serious contempt, that was abandonment, that was trampling that couldn't be ignored, but...he couldn't refute it.

"It's too dangerous outside like this. This is not a place for children to play. Go home quickly."

"I... have no home..."

"what!"

Qianshui knows, knows, and knows that this kind of thing will happen.

The shallow water here is unfamiliar, and everything is unfamiliar. At first, there was the manager of Caomo, and at first there was Mr. Lala, and Nuonuo, and the kind people in the town. At first, there was Miss Kuihai. I had Mr. Arashiyama, but... now I don't have... nothing...

Qianshui likes her mother, and her dance is so ethereal, which makes Qianshui feel inferior and disgusted, but she still likes her, because she is her mother, her own mother, a unique mother.

Qian Shui likes his father, his father is very kind, very kind, very kind, his kindness makes Qian Shui feel loved, but that kindness is not for Qian Shui, never...

Qianshui likes his elder brother, and his elder brother always prays, facing the tall, tall, tall statue painted with good wall powder, and his elder brother calls it a god.

Qian Shui likes them, likes them very much, but... now it doesn't anymore...

Shallow water can't go back, can't go back.Can not go back!

Bend your knees, let your legs close together, let your body curl up, bury your face deeply between your knees, bend your arms, showing the shape of embracing yourself, kneeling, squatting , squatting and kneeling...

"I don't have a home, no! I want to go back, I want to go back! I want to go home! I don't want to be here, this place is terrible, this place is terrible... Der Spiegel..."

There are many, many, many people on the street, but no one is willing to stop.

There are many, many, many people on the street, but they are all indifferent.

There were many, many, many people on the street, but all they showed were surprise or contempt.

There are many, many, many people on the street, but no one is willing to help Qianshui, no one, nothing... nothing...

"Little...sister? Don't cry...sister...sister takes you in, okay?" The woman waved her arms a little stiffly, wanting to hug but didn't know how to do it, wanting to comfort but couldn't say anything.

Qianshui knows that the miss is good intentions, Qianshui knows that if she is crying like this, she will cause unnecessary trouble to the lady, Qianshui knows, knows, knows, Qianshui knows everything, but... can't stop...

"Yes... I'm sorry... I'm sorry..." He choked up, and uttered incoherent words in a sentence that seemed to be about to die.He wiped his cheeks with the rough skin on the back of his hand, and wiped them fiercely. The result of excessive force was that the originally pale face had a pink blush due to excessive friction, which was truly beautiful.

"It's okay, it's okay, it doesn't matter if you don't have a home, my sister takes you in, and you can just stay at her house."

The pure white dress was covered with a lot of dust, and there were colorful stains, which could not be regarded as beautiful textures crawling all over the edge of the skirt, but...it doesn't matter...

Qianshui met Miss, who was very good to Qianshui, Miss.

Qianshui met Miss, although she didn't know who she was, even though she didn't know what her name was, but Qianshui met Miss, Miss was very good, very good to Qianshui.

Qianshui met the young lady, and the young lady said, "It's okay, it's okay, it doesn't matter if you don't have a home, my sister will take you in, and you can just stay at my sister's house." '

Qian Shui met Miss, and Qian Shui wanted to believe Miss, so she believed as always, believed desperately, firmly believed that she could believe and believed.

There were many, many, many people on the street, but no one stopped.

There were many, many, many people on the street, but they just looked at the shallow water and cried.

There were many, many, many people on the street, but they didn't help Qianshui, just looked, just looked, just looked...then left...

There are many, many, many people on the street...really, really, really many...

Even though weeping, trembling body and crying, Qian Shui felt a pair of not very big but warm hands caressing his head, lightly smoothing his long hair that hadn't been taken care of for a long time.

Even though weeping, even with trembling body and weeping, Qian Shui knew that Miss was by her side, very close, very close.

There is no mother with ethereal dance, no kind father, no elder brother who believes in gods, no mirror, no... nothing here...

Qianshui wants to go home, wants to go home, wants to go home, really wants to go home...but... where is home...?

Qian Shui knew Mr., he had known him before, but it didn't count as acquaintance...

Qian Shui believes in Mr. Crowder...but Mr. Crowder is Kuhua...Mr. Crowder's name is Crow...

Qianshui likes Fang Luo, Fang Luo is an angel... an angel who belongs to Qianshui himself, and only Qianshui himself... but died...

Died in the blue, blue, blue sky...

Qianshui wants to go home... It's scary, scary, scary... Qianshui doesn't want to be here...

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