Hunter Doujin—Ghost_Butterfly

nothingness 19

Rotate, rotate again, tilt the head back, raise the jaw, sway fine sweat, stretch the limbs with excellent ligaments, jump, turn...

"Qian Shui, what do you want to eat? I'll do it." The young lady's voice was still the same, simple but gentle, as if she didn't care, as if she never knew.

"Miss just likes it." He replied casually, but in his heart he wanted to confirm, understand, and believe.

But... is it possible?

An unknown wind direction appeared in the sky. Some were strong, but they couldn’t be called very strong. Some were weak, but it didn’t matter whether it was strong or not. It was very contradictory and weird, but… that’s it.

The entering figure is slender and soft, which Qianshui once saw, which Qianshui once regretted, that is Qianshui... that is Qianshui, which left regrets.

The eyelids that fell down for a while, the overly long eyelashes cast shadows by the too dazzling sunlight outside the window, very faint, but still visible, not obvious, but it does exist, slightly shaken, slightly, slightly... ... trembling.

With head raised high, neck straight, pale lines, morbid sense of sight, silent bending of wrists, instantaneous movement of bones, unbelievable, sudden and slight swinging arcs, making a seductive But a very beautiful track.

'Is the lady still alive? '

'Would the lady hate me? '

'Miss, miss is fine...'

Thinking like this, whispering like this, and finally biting his lower lip reflexively, the pure white white teeth carved marks on the obviously bloodless lower lip, more or less lightly, and finally left... a brand .

Those who cannot think, cannot think, cannot doubt, cannot continue, otherwise... they will not be able to move forward, they will become unable to move.

It's too heavy and it's going to fall apart, so... that's fine.

Thinking about this, admonishing like this, so I smiled, laughed, just smiled, as long as I smiled, it didn't matter, that's the only way... this has... this.

There was a voice in the wind, a very soft voice, as if he knew who it was a long time ago, but he couldn't find out who the real owner of the soft voice was, so he moved closer His eyebrows were raised, his lower lip was tightly pressed, and his fingers twirled until it turned white, dry, twisted like some withered stalks of rice in a rice field, showing an unusual color.

"Why does Miss like to draw?" Asking like this, she pursed her lips at first, then opened and closed her mouth, turning the tip of her pink tongue inside, and finally achieved a certain effect, and her voice came out.

The paintbrush in his hand paused slightly, but it was only for a moment, an inconceivable...a moment, that's all.

"Why does Qianshui ask such a question?" The pupils turning his eyes were full of sadness, deep and heavy sadness.

It's not too big but not so small, filled with incomprehensible emotions, topics that can't be continued, words that can't be uttered, silence...and only silence.

"..." He didn't speak again, didn't move again, and didn't even move his eyes a little, just like that, just looking straight, steadfastly... those beautiful eyes that were full of sadness.

"Is there a reason to like it? Is there anyone in shallow water who likes it?" The suffocating silence was unbearable, so he responded casually and changed the subject carelessly, but the answer was taken away and he could never know again .

"The person Miss likes likes, so Miss also likes it?" After a pause, he said the answer according to what he thought in his heart, and then continued to fall into silence.

This time, no one spoke.

The fingers are a little tingling, and the toes can no longer bear the too intense exercise, but standing, desperately, standing with all the strength of the whole body, standing on tiptoe of the painful toes, turning the toes, driving the unwarranted atmosphere in the air, Driven to give up everything as if staring at the dancers and the audience under the flickering lights of a wide stage.

"Miss... I'm leaving." She said softly, using all her strength to relax her voice, conveying information and expressing determination.

Shallow water is simple, Shallow water is kind, Shallow water likes everything, rarely hates, Shallow water like this...Shallow water so gentle...Shallow water so warm, say...

'Miss, I'm leaving. '

No, not yet, not yet, not yet done, not yet achieved!

The eye sockets suddenly widened, the pupils shrank silently, the fingers holding the paintbrush tightened more and more, and while increasing the force, he opened his mouth, trying to express something, but... why didn't he make any sound?

I want to warn you about something, but...why can't I say it?

Hate, resentment, time still exists!God still loves her!so……

"No!" Calling like this, hastily, briefly, but extremely fast, almost screaming, and then trembling because of the excessive excitement, breathing messy, and there is a slight adjustment.

"Why...why?" The drooping head made it hard to see the expression clearly, maybe because the too long bangs covered most of the face, or maybe it was because the light outside the window was too glaring, which hurt the eyes. His eyes hurt... from the bottom of his heart.

The voice is still so soft, the tone is still so gentle, but she can hear the difference, but.She found something strange!

The sound of the piano entering the ear is very light and fast, and then it is transformed into the sound of the violin. It is hurried, very urgent, changing, changing, making people feel unwelcome and at the same time rendering people's hearts, making people feel heartbroken But the moment turns to ease, the footsteps are fast or slow, the postures are myriad, sometimes bent, sometimes upright, and finally rotated, only rotating, only rotating...

Ballet, ballet, ballet...

"I'm very worried about being alone in Qianshui, and you're just a child. Yes, you're just a child, how can you go out alone?" His tone slowed down, softened, coaxing, It looks very much like the silver-gray wolf who deceived Little Red Riding Hood.

Slightly squinting eyes properly cover the eyes that cannot be ignored, that is an adult's deceit, it is an adult's calculation, a 'child' is enough for a 'child' The reason, but I forgot, Qian Shui is not a child anymore, Qian Shui... even if he doesn't grow up, he is no longer a... child...

"Why is Miss always lying?" The eyebrows stretched back, bent at a certain angle, pulled down to a certain height, and then showed the same pain as the sadness in the beautiful eyes, bit by bit of, condense, gather, and finally...precipitate.

Qianshui is no longer a child, even though he has the appearance of a child, he is still no longer a child... So Qianshui can't help but understand, so Qianshui can't help but understand... So... I don't want to continue...

Tired?

are you tired……

probably……

There was a sound in the empty square, a booming sound, like the applause of countless people in unison, like the fierce cry of hundreds of millions of people, that was a blessing, that was a compliment, that was... that was... that was ……abyss……

Qianshui is not a child, Qianshui cannot be a child, Qianshui has been unable to be a child from the very beginning...

then……

'Why is the lady always lying? '

The author has something to say: There are still two chapters to finish...

almost……

It should be soon......

Hey……

I really don't like this article much...