Unremarkable Love Little Devil [Zhongyingmei]

"I heard from Sean that you are living in the same apartment now."

In the dean's office, Glassman looked at the girl sitting across from him with a complicated expression.

There was a plate of small biscuits on the table in front of her. The young girl carefully selected one from it, took a small bite, and then narrowed her eyes in satisfaction.

She has a pair of particularly beautiful green eyes, which are clear and peaceful, so that everyone who sees her can almost immediately believe that she is of course a simple, kind and good girl.It is absolutely impossible for a person with such a pair of clear spring eyes to hurt anyone.

But if you were a little more careful, you would find that deep in her clear and peaceful eyes, there was actually a cold indifference.indifference to the world.

Dean Glassman had to admit that he didn't notice it at first, and even thought it would be a good choice for Sean to get closer to her.Maybe he is really old.

Queenie finished the biscuits in her hand, and answered the dean's question honestly: "Yes, we live together."

This sentence was too ambiguous, and Glassman's eyebrows jumped.But Queenie didn't do it on purpose, she didn't understand what associations this sentence would make people have, she was just telling the truth.

"You don't seem to agree." Queenie glanced at the old dean opposite. "It seems that my guarantee doesn't make you feel at ease. I'm curious, what methods do you humans usually use to prove that your guarantee is reliable?"

After a moment of silence, after Queenie ate two more biscuits, Glassman said, "I believe what you say, I just want to know who you are."

Queenie blinked: "I thought you already knew."

Glassman's eyes sharpened: "No, I don't know."

Dusk was closing in on the glass window behind him.

Queenie still smiled peacefully: "Then why not guess now."

"No, Queenie," Glassman's voice brought the sternness of facing the unlucky child, "I don't want to guess, tell me who you are now?!"

Queenie stopped talking, and there was an imperceptible blankness in the depths of her eyes.

Glassman suddenly understood, and his voice lowered unconsciously: "You don't know who you are, do you?"

Queenie's expression returned to indifferent calm.

"I really don't know. No one told me. But the woman who begged me not to take her child called me a devil. If a devil means taking people's souls, maybe I am the devil she said. After all, before The only ones that hover around me are all kinds of undead."

And it's an evil undead.

The sky outside gradually dimmed, and through the window, one could see only the last ray of rose-red light on the distant horizon.

"This is ridiculous." After a while, Glassman leaned back in his chair, "I—I don't believe it. This, this is impossible..."

Queenie picked up another biscuit from the plate and said in a good mood, "I don't care if you believe it or not, but if you want to, I don't mind taking your soul to prove it."

Glassman was taken aback.

Queenie's beautiful face was hidden in the shadows, and she suddenly raised her head and grinned at him, showing her white teeth, really like a little devil with malicious intentions.

"You're scared."

Glassman heard her say it.

Before he could answer, she continued: "Maybe you don't need me to do it, your soul won't stay in your body/body for too long, won't you, Mr. Dean?"

The heart in Glassman's chest thumped!she means...

Looking up, Glassman met Queenie looking directly into his eyes.The trembling heart beat violently again——

Those clear and moving eyes are no longer emerald green, but red like burning flames!

In the dim room, Glassman really felt that his soul seemed to be caressed by a hand...

**

When Queenie walked out of the hospital gate, it was already dark outside.She looked up, and the deep blue-purple sky was dotted with several stars, and the moon's icy, water-like brilliance broke through the clouds.

Sean was sitting on a chair at the door of the hospital waiting for her.

Even though it was night, there were still many vehicles and people coming and going in front of the hospital.Sean sat alone on a chair with his backpack, like a alien isolated from the busy world.

Queenie walked over and sat down beside him.

For a while, neither of them spoke.

Queenie recalled the end of the conversation she had just concluded with Glassman. Glassman, who had been thinking for a long time, asked her: "Why here? Why Sean? You don't know him well."

Queenie smiled and said, "You can think that the God you believe in sent me here. As for Sean," Queenie's smile deepened, "maybe I know a little more than you think."

Not just a little more.Like watching a movie, Queenie has browsed through Sean's entire experience from birth to the present, including everything Glassman knows and doesn't know.

Maybe there were many things she couldn't fully understand, but Queenie could see Sean's misfortune.

Because of autism, Sean was out of tune with the world around him since he was a child. He was like a little animal that strayed into a forest that didn't belong to him. A longing that you don't even realize.

But there is only indifference, sarcasm, numbness and noise that he cannot adapt to.And his nature is so simple and kind, even in the depths of the cold and violent and hostile world, he never tried to resist with the same malice.

Just like when he witnessed the little rabbit he raised was thrown to death by his father when he was young, and witnessed the death of his only brother who accompanied him due to an accident, he still wanted to become a surgeon, hoping to help others stay away from death.The texture of his life never changed.

Queenie thinks this is so interesting.

"Why did that woman call you a devil?" Sean asked after a while.

"Maybe because I look like a devil," Queenie said.

Sean glanced at her and said firmly, "No, you don't look like it."

With the night wind blowing gently, the soft warmth of the sunny day gradually melted away, replaced by the faint coolness that sneaked in with the wind.

Queenie smiled and tilted her head to look at him: "Have you ever seen a demon?"

Sean shook his head: "No." Then suddenly said, "If we encounter a fire, you will be rescued first."

Queenie looked at him puzzled, wondering what the devil had to do with the fire.

"Why?" she asked.

"Because Dr. Melendez said the conspicuous had an advantage," Sean said.

Queenie actually didn't understand that Sean's words were praising her for her beauty, and she was also saying that she is not a devil because she is beautiful.

Queenie, who didn't understand, just said, "If we encounter a fire, I will definitely save you first."

Sean clasped his hands together, feeling a little hot at the tips of his ears.After a while, he suddenly asked seriously: "Do you know how to escape in a fire?"

Queenie shook her head honestly: "I don't know." She hadn't even heard of it.

Then the ignorant and ignorant little devil was dragged by Dr. Murphy on the bus home and gave a fire escape lesson all the way...

The two returned to the apartment, and Queenie saw the embarrassed look on Sean's face.

Queenie tilted her head and looked at him: "What's wrong?"

Sean folded his hands, and his eyes moved around in the corridor, but he refused to stay on her.

"You don't have a bed in your room, how do you sleep at night?"

Well, Queenie said very plainly, "I can sleep on the floor."

In fact, you can also sleep in the middle of nowhere, but it seems a bit scary to say it.

Sean said: "You don't even have a mattress or quilt. Sleeping directly on the floor is very hard, which not only affects the quality of sleep, but also is very harmful to human bones, which may cause spinal pain. The temperature of the floor drops after two o'clock in the morning, and it is easy to cause a cold. "

He still didn't look at her, and he spoke very fast, with cadence, ups and downs, unusually fluent, and his body swayed slightly with the rhythm of the words.

Queenie felt that every time he spoke, with his tone of voice and gently shaking body, he was like a little bear ready to sing and dance at any time, making people want to reach out and touch him.

She hadn't learned to hide her emotions yet, so when she thought about it, she said, "You're like a little bear."

Sean looked at her strangely: "I don't think I bear any resemblance to a bear."

Queenie smiled: "It's very similar now."

As she spoke, she stood on tiptoe, reached out and touched his hair, then touched it again, seeing that he was not moving or avoiding, she touched it again.

Sean didn't move or dodge, he was completely frozen.

Sean has grown so big that only his brother Steve has touched his hair like this.Gentle, comforting, and encouraging are the most cherished emotional sustenance in his life.

After Steve died, Sean would sometimes imitate Steve and stroke his hair lightly, just like Steve used to do, like Steve was still with him, like He still has this trace of warmth.

It was the first time anyone other than Steve had touched his hair.

He should have avoided it.He hates physical contact with other people, even Dean Glassman, who raised him like a foster father.

Sean didn't understand why he didn't duck.

Maybe he was just too surprised.He hadn't expected Queenie to touch his hair any more than he had expected Queenie to compare him to a bear.

Sean felt that Queenie was unlike anyone he had known in a long time.

After touching enough, Queenie withdrew her hand, looked at Sean with sparkling eyes and said, "Then let's sleep together, shall we?"

Dr. Murphy's ears were red, he took out the key to open the door, and whispered, "I can sleep on the floor."

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The author has something to say: Floor: Do I agree?

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