Esseret

In the block, struggling to move down, it became more and more cold.He crumpled the paper into a ball in a hurry, smashed the drunkard's head, bounced and flew farther; he walked out angrily, twisted his body aggrievedly, and cursed in a hurry I ran to pick up the "garbage".

Brant could imagine how dissatisfied he was.

The port of Eseret was crowded with people who disembarked from the ship, and many left on the same ship.It's okay, and there's nothing to complain about.Eseret has not changed, and the weather remains the same; but Brant is different, his writing has changed, and it seems that there is no Brant in the world.

"It's all for you, Edward. Come back quickly." Brant quibbled in a low voice.

People outside the window began to appear in the street, just as the curtain was lifted, and the actors of the morning stepped onto the stage and weaved among the stacked props.Although many of them are clowns in life, in this transparent window, in the scene reflected in Brandt's eyes, all actors are successful and natural.

I don't know how many times the bell rang.He thought Judy was cursing again.He remembered the scattered wine bottles, pens and papers on the table, on which were his own drafts—other people's jokes or conversation materials.A few boys came out from nowhere, hugged him from behind, and dragged him upstairs, as if they were dealing with a corpse wrapped in a cloth bag.These people didn't know his secret, they just threw him in the corridor, and jumped downstairs to help.After a while, the drunkard crawled on the ground and staggered towards the empty room, the cat shadow tickling his twisted back.

The leaping cat landed next to him, with a few white hairs falling down.The white hair looked big enough to support his whole body, scooping him up like a spoon.His consciousness was like lying in a cradle, his body climbed onto the soft bed, and he became an indifferent baby again.

11. "When the sky is twilight, the image of my lover is printed on the transparent glass, so that I have something to think about when I toss and turn every night."

Edward reclined on the chair, half-closed his eyes and waited for someone.After waiting for a long time, he touched his pockets impatiently, but found nothing, and pursed his mouth in boredom.

"What's the rush?" His brother walked into the house unhurriedly, lighting a cigarette leisurely.

"What have you been doing all day long?" Edward picked up the cigarette case, took out one, raised his chin, and frowned.Jesse leaned forward slightly, and gave a little open flame, and the white smoke was entwined, like a thick fog between the two.

"I know it in my heart." Jesse put out the cigarette butt without enjoying a few puffs.He warned, "Don't meddle."

"You are today because of me." Edward leaned back in the chair comfortably, "Don't deal with Dongshi, the hands of people over there are not clean."

Jesse laughed mockingly, and although Edward was upset, he reluctantly twitched the corners of his mouth.

"It doesn't matter, don't worry." A short man poured two glasses of wine neatly, and stood quietly behind Jesse.Jesse paused for a while, turned his head and glanced at the young man, and continued: "The sachets in Dongshi have new inners. At first I heard that they are indeed the same as our medicinal materials, but they are still different."

"That doesn't make sense," interrupted Edward. "It doesn't make sense."

He looked paranoid, and Jesse watched silently.As usual, he has difficulty giving his heart.

"This is our thing." Edward murmured, "Our thing belongs only to us." He looked closely, "You know how troublesome it is to get involved with people here."

"It's not that exaggerated, my dear brother—"

"Shut your mouth Jesse, never again."

"Well, I say—Edward, you are too worried. The natives of Eseret are not as bad as you think."

"Come on." Edward's eyes widened, disgust seemed to ooze out, he opened his mouth to retort, but froze for a moment, then turned to the side.Finally, he struggled a bit, "Probably you will never leave here."

He got an affirmative answer without hesitation.

"You must be in love with something marvelous."

A chuckle.

"Trapped by a woman?"

Jesse shrugged.

"It's really stupid." Edward shook his head, "So it's hard for you to get rid of a place just because of a person, or because this person has lived or died here; just because of this, you have been thinking about it before you die, and you have determined your way back and the grave..."

"You don't even know what's beyond Asselet." Edward said angrily. "It seems that all places are Eseret; but all places are not like Eseret—I don't understand this idea."

Jesse's hand holding his chin was slightly sore, so he switched sides.

"...well, it doesn't matter. Maybe one day you'll get out of here and be with your woman."

"No." Jesse answered quickly.

"……what?"

"I said no," Jesse explained. "We'll come back and die together. People sprinkle the ashes on the back hill, and our tombstones stand side by side."

Edward looked puzzled, awkwardly making unknown movements with his hands.He shook his head and saw the young man squatting in the corner with his eyes slightly closed, the surrounding was quiet and the light and shadow were bright.He may have felt a moment of romance and tranquility, or he may have felt that his body and mind were incompatible with this romance and tranquility, so he fled in a hurry, feeling that everything was not as usual, that he had been abandoned rather than not belonging here.

He was the first to think of Colin who didn't open the door for him, as if he left easily as revenge for himself; a similar scene followed, but the tavern wouldn't reject the guests who rang the wind chimes, right?His jewels are worth several nights, though he's already wasted one of them.

The sky changed as he gasped in front of the tavern.He confusedly searched among various windows. He didn't know which window was waiting for a person, and he couldn't even remember which floor it was. At that time, he only wanted to hug the sober "drunk man"... the only one. The bright one also became dim and fuzzy due to the convergence of the sun, and the window reflected the opposite roof and the big cloud in the sky.

Edward stared at the window, wondering what to see.Of course he could walk into the tavern freely, but all he wanted was to escape.The window of glass and the jumping white cat in front of him, the sky and clouds surrounded by someone's eyes, and the opposite street corner, he just wanted to escape.

Brandt's mind was also involved, chasing the distant figure, flying higher and higher like a kite.But when the person disappeared completely, the kite was stuck in the gap between the branches and hung high, no one would even look up, it was no different from being buried deep in the ground and going far away.

12. "Is the lie out of the group meaningful... The lies on the desert island are just one person's taste."

In the few days when Edward did not come back, Brant nestled by the window, wrapped in a blanket, writing and drawing with his head buried in his head.At first he pretended to write some high-spirited confessions, and then tore them up in a hurry, leaving those fragments of speech to snow all over the room; later, when he revealed sinister curses from his pen, they were all blacked out and thrown into the paper bucket.In the end, he felt that the weather was getting colder, so he just stared out of the window, looking at the limited scenery, and conceiving weird stories.During this period, Judy came up and told him that the guy who asked him for text was waiting downstairs; he asked Judy to let the guy get out as soon as possible, and after a while, he heard someone outside the window yelling loudly and speaking ugly words.

"...the devil will look at your crap...God will punish you!"

"...Did you hear me?"

"Damn it! Brant!"

Brant wished he would swear more, so he poked his head out to look.The man's face was very red, and the color flooded to the bare arms layer by layer, as if the skin was sick and peeling; the sickness poured down to the eyes, and the bloodshot was like a criss-cross line of fire, about to burn.When the wind blew, the falling blanket fluttered and covered the man's head, like covering an angry bull.He couldn't learn to take the blanket off first, but he struggled to stagger, swaying like a spinning top out of control, whipping up a storm to hit the passers-by.Brant stared blankly at the funny man, as if unaware of his fault and unaware of any danger.When the blind guy fell down in a whirl and accidentally overturned a thin figure in the river, let alone why the madman stopped, everyone hurriedly salvaged the drowning man; only Bran Te stared helplessly at one part of the blanket, seeing the diffuse dark color oozing from it.He had no idea what was under the color, stone or what?He just sensed the coming of night, saw the clouds flying by in the back mountain, the black rabbit waiting for an opportunity in the hole, and the stone tablet standing with no one wearing black clothes and holding an umbrella... Then there was a whimper, or a weak sigh ... He thought of how his ignorance and innocence were passed on by this man, and he could also imagine the cruel situation when he lost his job because of this-for some reason, some people who gnaw fat meat, drink alcohol and be full of sex like Watch these show-offs get bullied and fucked and get the thrill of being superior.

The guy probably changed something early on, but that's no fault of his own.

…Please God punish me, Brant let out a long sigh of relief and cried out in relief.

There was a handsome kid who came to make trouble for Judy that night... He definitely didn't look like the kind of guy who would have a snake with its mouth open towards his shoulder, wrapping around and arming his arms.

Judy was squeezed in the corner by him and cried silently. Judy would never cry because of this kind of thing.This is really strange.

Brant felt a terrible headache, but he still acted