Esseret

Zi hehe a few times, "Few people arrived, most of them died, so let's hold a funeral in advance, they hope their souls will reach their destination."

"...Why did you do that?"

"Who knows. Here," the bearded man laughed, pointing at his temple, "it's a demonic barrier."

Edward frowned incomprehensibly.The flames were blown wildly by the wind, struggling in pain.He chanced to catch a glimpse of one of the firelit faces, perhaps only a quarter out of the shadow; but Edward felt a peculiar charm about the man's lips, and just stared.Suddenly the lips stopped, but the ears were still full of human voices.It was precisely because of this that a row of creamy yellow teeth suddenly appeared, looking abrupt in the light of the fire, and Edward was taken aback.This strange fear did not come suddenly, but slowly seeped, like the suffocation of death brought by the water gradually submerging the chest.Edward stared at the smiling mouth, trying to move it but couldn't, as if being sucked in.The row of teeth creaked and moved without making any sound, just making a certain mouth shape.

It's all right, Edward.

Edward glanced to the right quickly, his body frozen and stiffened even more.

The man is gone.Only then did he realize that the people holding the torches all wore shallow hats on their heads.The mouth in the team disappeared, or they all became exactly the same.Edward didn't dare to look around, as if he was in a whirlpool surrounded by something.

In the darkness, there were a few fresh cigarette marks on the wall, but there were no cigarette butts on the ground.

20. "Only within a millimeter."

Edward was in no mood to continue watching, he patted the shoulder of the bearded man to say goodbye.

"I have some news for you—" The bearded man chased after him, Edward walked quickly, tilting his head and nodding slightly.

"I'll tell you!" The cute facial features squeezed together under the big beard, "How is he!"

Edward stopped.

"Oh, he's in love with a woman."

After finishing speaking, he ran away, he couldn't stand others crying towards him.The bearded man went up to chase a few steps, he sounded heartbroken, "Don't, don't worry, Edward. I will help you..." He squatted down while shouting, the door of the tavern covered the huddled in the corner Chubby body.

Even though Edward knew the ending from the beginning, and knew that the ugly guy would never be seen by the madman, he didn't even mention it to Jesse—he always, always lied.He used to think it didn't matter, maybe it was because his field of vision was too narrow, and this somewhat chubby body couldn't squeeze in.He didn't know why he said something extra just now, it would be nice if he pretended to be a good person like before.He felt sad, especially when the fat man asked him too much, especially when he promised him a generous look with the cheek, especially when he was sobbing silently in the corner, and no one bent down and patted him. Give him some comfort.

Edward felt that the emotional cage was closed, and the lock hanging on it, there must be something sharp and thin that made him loosen it little by little, and penetrated it little by little, and then the blood beads of his heart hung on it, making him feel pain.

Well, what's the big deal.

He had no expectations of himself.

Edward took the boat to a further town overnight.He meets people he knows, he wants to meet people he knows, he wants to know more people, to widen his superficial, fragile network of relationships, and it's better that they don't connect with each other, it's better to face Any one of them is a new person, and it's better not to be eaten by a spider's web.

"Oh, you mean the east market in Eseret?" A man in a suit and leather shoes took a sip of his cigarette. "Your brother has stayed in West City for so long, but he doesn't know who the boss is? It's also very strange! Don't ask him directly!"

"It seems to be a mysterious figure..."

"Mysterious figure—" the man burst out laughing. "It's just a young brat who has bluffed you all."

"Hey, I've seen him before. He's a handsome beauty... Oh yes, I heard that he always writes some messy things that others can't understand. He has a bad temper and is not a good person."

"...I've probably heard of a writer." Edward shook his head again after thinking about it, "He's an alcoholic, so he shouldn't be able to do that."

"I don't know that." The man smacked his mouth, "I just looked at it a few times from a distance. I only found out who that guy was after asking the owner of the shop over there. What's the matter? The people over there provoked you again?"

Edward lifted the hand from his shoulder. "Don't make it sound like you have a good relationship with Dongshi."

"Why are you so stubborn? Huh?" The man tilted his neck to look at Edward, leaving a gap in his smiling eyes, and his voice was low and malicious, "What are you doing so viciously!"

"What nonsense are you talking about..." Edward grinned strangely, "the people there-" he paused, "this is just an experience. You don't need to be too familiar with most people, you only need to get a part of the relationship Don't make it too bad."

"That's also because what you have is valuable." The man pointed at his chest provocatively, "Edward, I'll wait until you have nothing. Then you will jump off the cliff with your tail between your legs and be killed by everyone." Eat the fish—no one will feel sorry for it."

Edward laughed, and the man laughed too.He asked the man for a cigarette, and while bending his mouth, he spat out the ashes on the man's face.The man choked a few times, kicked his calf before leaving, turned around and left whistling.

"I curse you, Edward!" he yelled into the sky.

21. "The first time the bird of Qingzhao appeared was when it flew out of Eseret."

When Brant returned from the alley, he didn't meet the short man he met before, but saw Jesse pass through the narrow gap.The walls that Brant imagined he was about to pass through were separated by a few alleys: first, there was an alley with red windows beside the walls, and the drunks inside liked to pour clear wine from the windows in the middle of the night, facing Empty bottles sang; then came an alley, a blind alley at first glance, but extending in all directions in the depths, like a maze.Both the white cat and his shadow like to walk on these connected roofs, especially on a moonlit night, the silver cat's fur traces the traces of light, and the shadow rests lazily nearby.After walking a few steps to the tavern, the doorbell rang, and the aroma there made people feel comfortable and at ease.

Brant quietly stooped over and found that Jesse was just staying in the alley, leaning against the wall and looking around casually.The sun blowing by the wind wrapped her delicate body, and her skirt was raised high, revealing her round and well-proportioned thighs.Then one hand supported her crooked waist, and her arms spread out like a bird flying to the sky.When the wind stopped, the little bird snuggled up behind the tree trunk to avoid the distant wind, and the fallen leaves shone brightly to shade her from the sun, brushing her feathers and vibrating wings along her back.

"My dear..." The little bird pecked at a leaf and pulled out a crystal thread, evoking a soft voice. "I miss you so much... dear Jesse."

Brant backed away quietly and made a detour to the tavern from the other side.When the doorbell rang, Judy turned around and pushed Jesse's back, and Jesse also obediently faced the abandoned dead-end alley, waiting for the words in twos and threes to drift by.No one paid attention to a weak whistle, and after a while, a swift flying bird sprang out, not small in size, as if gathering clouds under its wings, and flew away.There is probably something pinned to the feet, but people will not notice anything except a blue afterimage.Those people raised their heads and exclaimed while touching each other as if sharing good luck.

Brant sat by the window and watched the long clouds move without leaving a feather; the long clouds rolled and moved away like a ship leaving a port.Brant felt the momentary excitement being dragged out by the cloud as a transparent shadow, from the quiet water of the Esseret River, surrounded by floating fish and resident bubbles.

Although he never thought of leaving, he felt free for the fleeting imagination at this moment; just as he pretended to feel belonging in it, it was difficult to get rid of the uneasy feeling of being isolated from the world.

22. "Of course there is also the fear of not being understood, but this step has not yet come. The fear of the first step is precisely because of these temptations to understand."

A booklet stood beside the table with a few blank sheets of paper sandwiched between it.There are some crooked and small characters squeezed between the words of the booklet, like the wall bricks seeping water, and some are smeared when the ink is not dry. I don’t know if the water stains on the wall will peel off when the wind blows. up.Brant first curiously discerned some words that had nothing to do with the original content from the aggrieved words, then followed the inertia and squinted his eyes to pull out a piece of blank paper, took a pen that he couldn't write for a long time, and wrote on the Draw some marks vigorously on the paper.The paper is torn, and the pen finally has color.

He doesn't have any good writing habits. He mostly draws the pictures in his mind stroke by stroke with a writing pen as he pleases. The black or blue lines on the paper are in a slanted row. In fact, there is no logical connection. picture.People can see the lines and patterns connecting words and words, sentences and sentences, and then they will walk away in doubt.This is different from the scenery in Brant's eyes. The meaning behind these words is not some kind of rhetoric or intangible ideas, but they are colorful and tangible: when they are scattered, the rainbow hangs on the sky, and when they gather, they are light and shadow dust.These visual elements are more improvised. Brandt pauses from time to time, mostly thinking about how to better transfer a certain painting in his head to the paper intact.Just like the bird and the long cloud he saw just now, and the scene that actually appeared in his mind.

Behind the doorbell are two clothes, heads