Hunter Doujin—Ghost_Butterfly

life 7

The two-legged ladder made of metal is still shining with dazzling white light in the weak light of the afternoon, and it is not very high along the silver-white ladder feet. Looking up, the long milky white dress covers the white, somewhat tragic calf, pure white The sock tops of the black rubber-lacquered round-toed leather shoes are not very high, and the few rays of light coming in from the too small skylight from time to time show a faint halo on them.

The slender arms slid slowly on the bookcase, and his fingers touched the bookshelf faintly, as if he was looking for something.The short, dark black hair hangs down smoothly, and the glasses with oversized rims show signs of slipping off the bridge of the nose. One hand is free to reach out and push slightly, and the other hand draws out the thick bookcase that was squeezed in the bookcase during the pause. parchment.

"What is Shallow Water looking for?"

Searching for a voice that has no obvious male and female voices, he turned his head with short flush hair behind his back slowly, and the pale lips under the rimmed glasses that occupied two thirds of his cheeks were raised upwards, slightly, but with a sense of excitement. warming effect.

"Some common sense."

The girl's voice was thin and tender, with the freshness of a child's babbling, slowly speaking words that she was not too familiar with.

"Nowadays there are very few people who like to read as much as Qianshui." As if regretting, but also feeling, the boy's not-so-good-looking face always had a faint smile on it, and there were some obvious freckles on his nose that were slightly wrinkled. There is a slightly regrettable mutilation on the bridge of the nose.

"Nuo Nuo also likes to read." Holding the thick sheepskin book he just found in one hand, he supported his steps with the other hand and carefully descended the slightly steep ladder.

The boy blushed instantly when he heard the name from the girl's mouth. The girl smiled, and the sunlight poured down on her shoulders. The hazy brilliance made her look so holy, and the corners of her lips always raised slightly.

goddess,

goddess of salvation,

Our Lady of Advent,

God's children...

At that moment, Lala seemed to see an angel, waving huge wings, and the holy apostle descending in front of him...

It's no secret that Lala likes Nuonuo. Everyone in the town knows it and is very happy that Lala, a down-to-earth boy, likes Nuonuo. Frame the black-rimmed eyes.

Qianshui is not an idiot, so Qianshui knows that Lala likes Nuonuo. From the first meeting, she knows that Lala likes Nuonuo, and she likes her very much.

"Lala, I want these two books."

Nuonuo is not pretty, her messy hair is a bit like withered and yellow weeds, but Qianshui knows that Lala likes it.

Nuonuo's voice is a bit sharp, although it can still be heard, it is not a pleasant voice, but Qianshui knows that Lala likes it.

Nuonuo always wears a long knee-length white dress. Like Qianshui, there are not many or not few folds on the skirt. Qianshui knows that Lala likes it.

Lala likes Nuonuo, likes it very much, Qianshui knows it, she knew it from the very beginning.

"Okay." Lala took the book that seemed to be quite heavy from Nuo Nuo's hand, weighed it slightly, and then frowned slightly from an angle that Nuo Nuo couldn't see, as if worried about the slender Nuo Nuo Is it enough to move, "I borrowed a lot this time."

"Because these books are only available here." Nuonuo smiled, different from Qianshui's habitual smile, it was a very pure and pure smile, the kind that could make people shine from the bottom of their hearts.

Nuonuo is not pretty, but Lala likes it, and Qianshui knows it.

Nuonuo smiled very warmly, Lala liked it, Qianshui knew, really really always knew...

"I want these today." The book is different from last time, but it has the same expression as last time, very warm and warm.

"Ok."

Lala likes Nuonuo, but Lala doesn't say it, Qianshui doesn't know why.

Nuonuo also likes Lala, but Nuonuo didn't say anything, Qianshui didn't know why.

"Walk slowly."

Nuonuo would smile at Lala with an expression that would never appear in front of other people.

Nuonuo would pause slightly when Lala handed out the book she had chosen, and then blushed while turning her back to Lala.

Lala likes Nuonuo, and Nuonuo also likes Lala, but they didn't say anything, Qianshui knows, Qianshui doesn't know...

The Son of God, the beginning of the Gospel of Jesus Christ.As it is written in the prophet Isaiah:

'Behold, I will send my angel before you,

Prepare for the road. '

A voice cried out in the wilderness:

'Prepare the way of the Lord,

make his paths straight. '

"Lala, I want these two books." Nuonuo held a thick book that Qianshui had seen before.

"Okay." Lala took it, then frowned slightly, "I borrowed a lot this time."

"Because these books are only available here." Nuonuo smiled, the kind of smile that made people want to smile along with them.

"I want these today." Qianshui knew the book in Nuonuo's hand.

"Okay." Lala agreed with a slightly red face.

"Go slowly." Nuo Nuo, who turned her back, had a familiar blush on the face of shallow water, like scattered pink ink, really beautiful.

Lala likes Nono.

Nuonuo likes Lala.

Qianshui knows, Qianshui knows everything...

"Leave it to me in Qianshui, you can go back first." The smile on Lala's not-so-good-looking face is very beautiful, maybe the word "beautiful" cannot be used, but Qianshui really thinks so.

Lala is an angel, an angel next to Jesus.

"Okay, Lala might as well go back early." Smiling habitually, the corners of her eyes were slightly bent downwards into a certain arc, she relaxed her body, and the corners of her lips were raised 45 degrees, the kind of smile that would make people lose their minds for a moment.

It's like a church attic, dark, if you don't light a lamp, there will be no light at all.Dim, unnerving darkness.This is where shallow water lives temporarily.

Skillfully groping for the decorations in the attic, looking for simple lighting tools.

The cold touch, some uneven hand feeling, the slightly raised place is somewhat sharp, the unique smell of blood from the fingertips, the painful feeling slowly penetrates the nerve endings through the thin skin, and then passes through the complex body Constructs communicate to the brain that resides in the first place.

Holding the lamppost in the other hand with his cut finger in his mouth, he paused for a while, then took out the lighter in the pocket between the skirt.

"Zi." The friction sound of the flint in the lighter echoed in the attic.

'Lala, I want these two. '

'OK. '

'I borrowed a lot this time. '

'Because these books are only available here. '

'I want these today. '

'OK. '

'Walk slowly. '

Qianshui likes Lala and Nuonuo.

Qianshui knows that Lala likes Nuonuo, and Nuonuo also likes Lala.

But Lala didn't say anything, and neither did Nuonuo.

Shallow Water doesn't know why...

Qianshui just likes Lala very much, and when Qianshui smiles, a smile appears on Lala's face, which is not considered pretty.

Qianshui just likes Nuonuo very much, and Nuonuo will turn his back when Lala passes the book, and then his face and neck will be very red, which is really beautiful.

Qianshui knows that Lala likes Nuonuo, and Nuonuo likes Lala.

Qianshui likes Lala and Nuonuo, very much.

Qianshui knew it, knew it from the beginning, but Qianshui didn't say anything...

He arched his body, tightened the quilt that was wrapped around him, and kept rubbing his earlobes with his fingers.

Qianshui likes Lala, likes Nuonuo, likes it very much...

shallow water... really like it...

Talking too much is inevitable,

It is wise to forbid lips...

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