Esseret

Rolling up his sleeves, he looked fierce and rude, cursing words of expulsion.The woman held him back and said something, he heard the name of the dead guy, and someone who fell into the water.

He didn't care about anyone who fell into the water.

"Get out!" he growled. "Get out! Get out!" He remembered that he should have punched the guy hard, but it was only three points - Judy screamed in terror, probably because the guy dodged it, but still staggered He hit something and got a nosebleed.

Blood will embellish a chilling beauty.

The guy wiped his face and pointed at Brant's nose and yelled.He said that this woman caused his friend to fall into the water, and he gritted his teeth... His friend was weak and couldn't bear it, and said that he was coughing and running nose constantly with a high fever, and whimpered as if mourning in advance... He said yes The woman brought in a lunatic, asking why that guy was making trouble in front of the tavern, and why the woman stayed with that guy.

Brandt kicked the table next to him to one side, and it rumbled like a thunderstorm outside.He looked at Judy, her eyes arguing and wondering, then disappointed, all squeezed between her brows.

Brant sniffed uncomfortablely.

"My friend is still dead." He put on a sad look, turned and went upstairs.

He couldn't help crying again, because the deception made him feel shameful, because the hidden compromises and concessions aggravated his crimes after the words fell behind and the bystanders believed them to be true... because the strong discomfort prompted him to pick up the pen, as if inspired.

13. "I am used to the color of chasing and killing life, until you bring the colorful, I am sad for the black and white of the world."

Brant, dressed in dark blue night, took his transcribed text and fell to the back of the mountain.There is no light on the back mountain, as if someone stuck a shadow on the transparent wall, standing tall.It is obviously as quiet as death, but it seems to be surging undercurrents, making people feel horrible about the life in the daytime.The night is a bonus of fear, will anyone turn a blind eye to the ghosts under the sun?People don't know what is melting in the air, the weight on their shoulders, the inexplicable twitching of their fingers, the unknown is connected with the terrible.

By the time he reached the middle of the mountain, Brant was out of breath.At this time, there are already scattered stone tablets and moldy wooden posts that are getting shorter and shorter.The name of life becomes blurred in the dark night, as if the name dissociates with the light and re-grows as the light gathers.The dead names go to sleep quietly, and sometimes wake up stretched out, sitting side by side with swaying legs, looking at the newborn sun.Brant picked an open seat, knowing that next to him there might be a sleepy sunrise watcher looking out into the distance, breathing and slowing his heart so as not to be a disturbance.

The voice in my heart said silently, this is "Desire" that cannot be published again - put a name on it, leave a follow-up, and give it to a casual acquaintance as a farewell:

In the night someone dances,

Figures dance on the wall.

No one can dance at night,

Figures dance on the wall.

The chills after lonely looking back,

Sweating between noisy dances.

Someone carved me on the wall,

No one engraves me in the body and mind.

People hold umbrella lights as if there is no day and night above their heads,

On the rainy street dodge the concerns that follow.

They are fascinated by the beauty of disobedience,

Ask who's who in the night during the day.

They are eternally innocent and curious,

Especially when the sun outside the window is westward.

As far as the eye can see, it finally disappears underground.

The distance is gradually shining, and the swaying morning dew in the corner of the landscape is embroidered with light yellow silk and satin little by little, just like the corsage on Judy's skirt that day.Her face was alive and alive, like the warm afternoon sun.A dashing gentleman was sitting across from Brant, flipping through an old notebook with great interest.There was an incomprehensible but excited joy on his face, he kept referring to the bright future he imagined, and he showed off as if it were his words, and he hoped that everyone in Eseret would see these Text, as if tailor-made fragments.

Brandt didn't dare to ask him if he understood, but asked him carefully if he liked it, and checked again and again whether these things could appear in the small corner of the newspaper... He said no problem, as if he had a newspaper office and started it with confidence boss.

"I'll have to think about it," said Brant at last. "These lines don't make any sense."

"The meaning doesn't matter! The people of Eseret can do it after a few glasses of wine, and you will see them dancing to the wall with lights on and singing... It's crazy to think about it!"

Really crazy enough.

"I can ask for these few lines first, if I win the bet..." He smiled happily, his hands hidden under the table were actively beating, and he seemed to be busy calculating. "You have to come up with the following quickly..."

"Of course, I'll think of something else—"

"No! Just this!" He knocked on the table, "Just this, understand?"

Brant saw the few unspoken words, just this one—ambiguous, unintelligible, gibberish, splicing...

Even so, Brant's mood has never been so grateful, although when he saw his name and a few lines of text in the corners of the newspaper, he felt extremely contradictory and disobedient, as well as the deepening loneliness of turning a blind eye.

Brant knelt on the ground, spreading loose soil evenly on the paper listlessly, burying every emotion of the past.He didn't know how long he had been kneeling. He tried to stand up while changing his posture while supporting his knees, while looking at the ground casually.He saw a wild flower on the stone tablet next to it, and the dew dripped from the petals, leaving a wet trail, and finally injected the scrawled name.

Brandt froze for a moment.

After a while, he raised his head and walked straight forward, probably accidentally tripped; but he didn't look alarmed, just smiled unconsciously; in a chuckle he said slowly "Goodbye" is like saying goodbye to a pedestrian who accidentally touched his shoulder on the road.

14. "Man seems to be a mechanism between the entanglement of life between heaven and earth."

Colin has woken up countless times.It was a little distorted at first, looking at the pale face through the moonlight.Sometimes he called Aaron in a low voice, and saw that he was in a light sleep and his eyelids were twitching slightly, so he stopped making a sound.He didn't even trust the changing lines on the instrument, only careful touches again and again could confirm the signs of a person's life.

He didn't look like a person who would insert the mouth of a wine bottle into someone's belly. Adrian hid behind the door and looked at it secretly.He thought that Colin hadn't noticed how skillfully he was hiding, and followed him all the way to the side of the wall, so he didn't become one of those people who were dragged and kicked in the bag.So when Colin came out of the room with his head held high, one hand grabbing his hair and making him grin in pain, Adrian was horrified.

"Aren't you dead?" He heard the voice above talking to himself.Just as he was about to answer, Colin yelled "shut up" again, and he had to swallow the words he was about to utter.

"How long have you been with me?" After a while, Adrian heard the man ask again.He stopped at the end of the corridor and looked out the window.Adrian rubbed his scalp with his face tilted, stood up against the wall and leaned against the corner.

"Since the day you abandoned me—" Because Colin strangled his neck with his backhand, Adrian's breathing became a little difficult, his saliva was choked, and he wanted to cough but couldn't cough.The man frowned and let out a breath through his nose, pulling his fingers away.

"Just... from that day on..."

"...You." Colin thought for a while, "Have you seen anyone you know?"

"Of course," Adrian joked, "isn't it you?"

"I mean—" Colin was about to speak, but stopped suddenly.Finally he gave up and said nothing.

"Stop following me," he warned.

"We finally got to know each other. It's not very good to make friends."

"is it necessary?"

"Why not?" Adrian stood up straight, about the same height as Colin, and wrapped his arms around his shoulders familiarly, looking like a brother. "You are much better than that group of people."

"yes."

"Yes." Adrian said cheerfully.While he was taking out something from his bag, it looked like a small sachet.Colin smelled a strange smell only for a moment, accompanied by a heavy pressure on the top of his head and slight tinnitus.He spread his hands on his shoulders and covered his nose and stood a little further away.

"what!"

"Ah..." Adrian looked flustered, "Okay, good stuff. Do you want..." He wobbled towards Colin, acting like a marionette.

"Don't worry... I passed by from Dongshi, it's either something strange... or—" He showed off, "It's just a sachet..."

Seeing the bewitched man rushing towards him with all his teeth and claws, Colin kicked the guy away with a whirling kick, and the guy slid to the corner tremblingly, rolling his eyes in a dazed manner.

How stupid.Just as Colin was about to grab the tightly held sachet, he was bitten hard by the mind-robbing man, leaving shallow tooth marks, which didn't hurt at all, but the transparent sticky saliva stuck to it was a bit disgusting.He wiped the liquid on the clothes of the "culprit" and shook his hands in disgust.

As for the sachet, Colin searched here and there but found nothing else on Adrian's body; finally he took out a handkerchief, wrapped the malicious thing, and tied it tightly.He was in conflict at first, thinking about the recent conflict with that person; but the matter had come to an end, Colin decided to bite the bullet and ask about the sachet.

15. "I'm looking for a place where I can rest both physically and mentally."

Brant had never slept so soundly. His dream was the black shadow of his body and the stele in the sunrise. The dew on the flowers on the stele showed slight waves in the wind, swaying pocket halos.he doesn't understand