Hunter Doujin—Ghost_Butterfly

teacher 3

Young children have soft palms and smooth skin, without the dirtyness of adults, without the frivolity of adults, they are ignorant, innocent, and without the slightest trouble.

Qian Shui watched, watched with monocular vision, and watched firmly.

The lady is not very beautiful, but she is very warm, the kind of warmth that seems to be unique to the elderly, Qianshui likes it, likes it very much, but Qianshui doesn't know Miss.

Her fingers curled up, and she firmly grasped the hem of the pure white dress, and the tiny folds that appeared spread and circled, as if she wanted to take her life away.

'Qian Shui, you are an angel, you should be able to save me... right? '

Miss is very lonely, has always been lonely, Qianshui wants to save, desperately wants to save, but...

'Shallow water, you are an angel, that should give me luck, right? '

The young lady's voice is very warm, very warm, very warm, it reminds Qianshui of her mother, her father, her brother...and, Ding Jing...

"Qian Shui, you are an angel, so if you get you, will you enter heaven?" '

The lady's expression was a bit ferocious, her originally pretty face became distorted, she wanted to refuse, but she couldn't refuse, she wanted to break free, but she couldn't, she was about to blurt out a cry, but her lips were tightly pursed.

Qianshui likes Miss, likes it very much, likes it very much, so Qianshui wants to save Miss, the strong but fragile Miss.

There is a voice calling for help in the small space, I can't hear it, I can't hear anything...

"Miss is a painter?" Fingers fiddled with the earlobe slightly, the fingertips felt a cool feeling, and then paused.

"No, I'm a teacher." The paintbrush in his hand stopped, his cloudy eyes looked at the beautiful art in front of him, he slightly raised his hand, the slender end of the brush tapped his rosy lips, and spoke.

"Miss, is it in pain?" The bangs on the forehead that had not been taken care of for a long time were shaking, covering the beautiful strange eyes, asking, but whispering again.

"..." There was a moment of silence, and then the tip of the pen slid, stained with a little ink, and outlined a seductive but extremely beautiful line, "No... I am not in pain."

Miss wants to be saved, to be saved, to be called by God, to be liberated, and to go to heaven in a peaceful sleep...

There is a voice calling for help in the narrow gap...can't hear...can't hear anything...

"Eat more in shallow water, or you will suffer from malnutrition." Simple color, simple without the care of Isshiki magazine, the lady said so, and then smiled, showing the smile of a teacher.

"I can't eat so much." Looking at the food piled up in the white porcelain bowl, he opened his mouth slowly.

It's not that he can't eat, but that he can't eat... Qianshui didn't say anything, he couldn't say anything, he couldn't be attached to something, he couldn't stay, if he wanted to leave, he had to leave.

"But Qianshui's body looks very weak..." Still holding the tableware in his hand, the back of his hand lightly touched his forehead, with a worried tone and a helpless expression.

It's warm, really really really warm...

Can't say it, can't say it.

On the wall painted with pure white wall paint, there is a clock with a strange shape 'tick tick', and the second hand moves towards twelve, and there is a sound.

"Miss, if you don't hurry up, you will be late." Smiled, and then told.

There is a voice calling for help in the narrow gap...can't hear...can't hear anything...

'Shallow water you should go to school. '

'No, that's fine, no need. '

No need, this is not the world of shallow water, so there is no need for anything, don't be so nice to her, don't say to her, "Shallow water, you are an angel." 'Don't talk about leaving, don't talk about dying...

That's fine, that's fine...

It's not a luxurious room, but it's not a shabby room either. Shen Jin's golden hair swayed slightly, and her fingers lightly touched a machine that never left her hands. echo effect.

"Allah." A murmur-like tone overflowed from his lips, surprised, but seemed to find something interesting.

"Captain, I found something interesting." He squinted his eyes, his lips curved, and then he smiled brightly like a brother next door.

Flipping through the book that seemed to be in his hand, pale fingers without a trace of blood lightly slid across, and then softly moved the thin paper, "What's the matter?"

"About Ms. Qianshui, don't you want to know?" Mischievously tossing the machine in his hand, let it perfectly perform complex tricks in the air, but finally returned to the palm of his hand unharmed.

"Tell me, what's the matter?" The movement between the fingers slowed down, the slender fingers shook, and finally approached the lips.

"There is a painting by Ms. Qianshui. And..." I swallowed half a sentence, intending to draw attention to the topic.

"Shallow water, shallow water. Let me tell you a piece of good news, my painting, my painting has won an award!" The lady's breathing was very rapid, and it could be distinguished that it was due to the intense exercise.The clear cold water slid down the cheeks, and the hair sticks together due to the stickiness of sweat from time to time, making the originally relatively delicate face a bit charming.

"Miss's painting has won an award, right..." A small voice escaped from his mouth.

Qianshui wants to smile, to celebrate with the most beautiful expression, to congratulate Miss, to share Miss's happiness, but...that painting...

There is a voice calling for help in a small space...can't hear...can't hear anything...

"Qian Shui, can you let me paint again?" There was a smile on the young lady's face, a deep smile.

Qianshui likes Miss, likes Miss very much, so I hope Miss can be redeemed, so I hope Miss can have happiness...

Qianshui likes Miss, I like it very much, I like it very much, but...Miss drew pictures...

Qian Shui likes Miss, I like it very much, but Miss draws pictures, draws pictures...

The lady's expression was very gentle, so gentle that Qian Shui couldn't say no to it.

The lady's expression was very gentle, and the gentle Ran Qianshui forgot the existence of language for a moment.

But the lady drew a picture, a picture!

"Miss, can you...don't draw, can you?" He raised his head, let his thin eyelids cover his pupils, and there was nothingness in his eyes, and the young lady wept softly in his ears.

The body is trembling, endlessly, trembling all the time...

"Qian Shui, please, let me draw... I beg you..."

Do you want to save others because you have suffered the same harm as yourself?It's not that I really want to save, but I can't stand it... I can't ignore it... That's all...

"It's the last time... okay..." It's the last time... It's the last time... I said to myself over and over again, comforting and hypnotizing...

There is a voice calling for help in a small space...too weak...too weak...can't hear...

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