[Exorcist Boy] The whole world thinks I'm a cannon fodder

I don't know who I am, nor where I am, but driven by an unknown force, I step into a long, dark corridor.

At the end of the corridor, there is a gray sky light.

I just walked and walked like this, I don't know how long I walked, and when I got out, I realized that it was a misty fog.The fog was thick and gray, as if it still carried the chill of the dawn, drifting slowly like water vapor, but it didn't feel cold when it passed by.I walked forward again, and gradually, I found that some scenes showed blurred outlines in the thick fog.

Like a... pier.

When you get closer, you can see a boat moored in it, and under the dim street lights, carriages come and go, a long ladder descends from the side of the boat, and someone is getting on the boat.

But in the middle of the class, the child who was tightly covered by the small cloak, showing only a small strand of blond hair, suddenly turned his head and looked in my direction without warning—I blinked subconsciously For a moment, I felt...she was looking at me.

But in the next second, the blond child with baby fat on his face turned his head back as if nothing had happened, and was led into the boat by the woman beside him.

I didn't know what I was thinking, so I just followed up like a ghost, but found on the way—whether it was the passers-by on the pier or the crew who were moving the cargo, they seemed to treat me as nothing, and they were even directing the anchor. The first mate came striding forward, and without waiting for me to dodge, he walked straight through my body.

I paused, then lowered my head, looked at my almost transparent hands, and then at my feet that were almost off the ground, but I couldn't feel any confusion or fear.Only following the suction that seemed to come from the soul, he went down to the cabin while the ship was leaving the port.

"It doesn't matter." As soon as I walked through the door, I saw the gray-haired man sitting in front of the cradle covering the back of the black-haired woman's hand, "If you still miss Katerina, after this visit is over, Let's go visit them one more time."

"...I just think," the black-haired woman was noncommittal, and cast her eyes on the baby who was lying in the cradle, babbling and opening her little hands, "as an uncle, Silas hasn't seen Cyrus for so long. Sy and Al... always have some regrets."

"I remember the first time we met, the child was only 8 years old, is he almost 15 now?"

"Actually, it's my birthday in two days."

I didn't know who these two people were, and I didn't know who they were referring to, so I staggered away from them and the butler who was standing quietly, and went straight to the man who had taken off his little cloak, although he was wearing a beautiful petticoat. , but the blond child with fleshy arms and legs.

But she seemed to have lost sight of me, no matter how much I dangled in front of her eyes, I was indifferent, just sitting on the stool and swinging my legs, secretly glanced at the parents who were taking care of the baby, and pretended to be indifferent He glanced at the blue sky that had just cleared outside the window as if he was concerned; he paused, then quickly glanced at his parents who hadn't noticed his little movement at all, and then immediately turned his head, and turned to the deep blue sea outside as if nothing had happened.

But in the end, seeing how sneak peeks, parents were not paying attention to themselves, so they pouted angrily, and ate the grapes on the table.

Even when her mother called her, she didn't turn her head; instead of turning her head, she cuddled and turned around, leaving only a small back of her head for her mother.

The black-haired woman smiled helplessly. Just as she was about to come over to see why the child was upset, the boat bumped into something and suddenly shook violently.

The blond-haired child who almost fell off the chair was startled. Just as he was holding on to the corner of the table to sit firmly, he suddenly realized that—although there were servants guarding the cradle, the parents immediately protected him by coincidence. The baby, when the mother picked up her younger brother, she subconsciously walked towards her, trying to see if she was injured.

Now the child was even more unhappy, and turned his small body around again, paused, and turned his head to grab a grape, before turning back, chewing, leaving only a chubby little butt for his mother.

The couple looked at each other and were both amused.The black-haired woman was just about to go over to coax the child, while the gray-haired man was going to go to the deck to ask the crew if they had hit something, but in the next second, the wooden hatch was kicked open with a bang. A group of vicious robbers broke in.

Large swaths of dark clouds were pushed from all directions at some point, and the sky darkened again into a damp, cold, deep black. Under the howling sea wind, the color of blood cut all the peace and tranquility to pieces.

I don't remember meeting any of these people before, but somehow I always feel like I know what's going to happen next.

I saw the blond child who had lost all her relatives in just a few breaths, and watched the tragic death of her parents and brother, slumped on the ground. I saw someone grab her hair and lift her up to take a picture. I saw her He was dragged onto the deck, hooked into the flesh by a sharp fishhook, and thrown into the sea like bait.

I subconsciously wanted to stop it, but my hand passed through those people's bodies, but passed through the fishing rod bent by the heavy object.

I can't touch anything, and I can't do anything.

I can only watch the fishhook piercing the child's shoulder.

Just watching her... fall.

Immediately afterwards, my feet were suddenly empty, as if passing through layers of ship boards in an instant, and plunged into the deep black sea water.But I didn't feel anything, I just turned around with some kind of premonition, and across the blurred water surface, I watched the icy green light rushing straight into the sky, and the blood-stained boat was just like that in that piece of water. In the strong light that was so sacred that it was almost disgusting, it instantly turned into powder.

I don't know what happened, but I saw a green light slowly falling, lifting the unconscious child from the sea, until the passing fishing boats rescued her.

The child was adopted by a kind old couple.

However, due to the lack of timely medical treatment, the wound soaked in seawater was still swollen and suppurated, but compared to infection and fever, mental breakdown... is obviously more deadly.

The child keeps his eyes wide open almost every night, staring straight at a certain point in the void, and after falling asleep for a while, he will cry hysterically when he wakes up.

She couldn't think of anything and couldn't remember anything.

She couldn't remember who she was, nor what her name was, but she could only wake up and repeat the nightmare on the boat day after day.

She lost all her ability to take care of herself, and she lost weight at a speed visible to the naked eye. Whenever she saw meat, red, or sharp objects, she would scream uncontrollably, retch, and lose control.

Even so, the old couple still took care of her tirelessly and meticulously. Almost three months passed like this, and finally one day, the child woke up without crying.

For the first time, she ate in small bites and honestly. Although her eyes were still a little shy and resisted, when the old man asked to go outside for a walk, she still carefully and tentatively put her skinny little hand on the old man. hands.

That day, the sky was fine.

The old couple surrounded a square flower bed in the courtyard, the morning glow broke in the eastern sky, and the slightly smoky air was filled with a faint fragrance of flowers.

The child, who hadn't stepped out of the house for a long, long time, took a very light breath.

That should have been normal... but it was also a day when hope sprouted again.

Until the child was held by the grandfather and went to meet the grandmother who was shopping not far away, he saw young gangsters rushing over and robbed the wallets of several people, including the grandmother.

The old grandma seemed completely unresponsive, and only instinctively grabbed the wallet and pulled it back. The young man became furious, pulled out a knife and stabbed the old man in the stomach.

The leaden cloud covered, the sun gradually faded, and a wind came from a distance, quickly rolling all the sounds around into the gray sky.

Obviously the distance was only more than ten meters away, but it seemed that she couldn't run at all. When the old man let go of his hand, the child couldn't move anymore—everything in front of her seemed to be a silent drama, and she just stood still like that. Standing on the spot, his pupils shrank sharply, looking at the old man who was helplessly holding his wife's corpse, at the young man with a gloomy face who spat on the ground before he fled, and at everything in front of him converging into blood.

Granny is dead.

The grandfather who lost his wife fell ill, and passed away in less than half a month.

The child finally lost the last bit of kindness she could feel....

She was thrown out by the old couple's son who drove her back to attend the funeral in the coldest winter.

The once lively child in a pettiskirt with fleshy arms and legs is now wrapped in a dirty cloak, huddled in a corner, and under the snowflakes, he looks paler and more emaciated.

I almost forgot that I was just an incorporeal ghost. I subconsciously protected her and opened my arms, trying to help her block the biting cold wind, but no matter how hard I tried...it was of no avail.

I can't stop the cold.

It's like I couldn't stop the nightmare that had already shown signs of silence, and once again... made a comeback.

The child forgets everything, she doesn't have any means of living, and she doesn't know any skills to get along with others.She tried to learn and work, but no one wanted it; she was so hungry that she couldn't resist stealing bread, but she was beaten to death.

Then, on a sweltering, humid summer night, she finally ushered in what every homeless, parentless child... might experience.

A drunken man approached her who was sleeping curled up in the narrow alley.

Almost with a premonition, I reflexively stood in front of the child, trying to stop the drunk man, but he went right through his body.

I thought that green light would appear again, but there was nothing.

Even the sound of the wind seemed to become long and sharp in an instant, piercing the silence of midnight with a scalp-numbing, frightening scream that was almost creepy.The hazy and stern moonlight was covered by the flowing clouds at this moment, and the dim light of the street lamps scattered half-brightly in the vast night, but it could not shine into the dark narrow alley.

The cold and darkness seemed to stick to every corner of the place, and there was no light around.

The child struggled vigorously and kicked desperately, but occasionally people passing by the alley heard the movement, but instead of stopping, they quickened their pace.

No one rescued her.

I tried in vain to drag the man down, but in the next second, I saw blood flowing out of his body suddenly.

Actually...it was just a small piece of wood with a point.

But the panicked child stuck it down the man's throat.

I saw the child whose blouse was torn tremblingly crawling out from under the man who was clutching his throat and trying to say something. I saw her whole body trembling, and even her pupils were a little out of focus, but she didn’t Without hesitation, he picked up the piece of wood that fell on the ground again, and stabbed it at the man's neck.

I saw her learn to kill.

I saw her learn how to cover up her appearance, how to weaken her sexuality, how to steal food without being discovered, how to gamble, how to lie to others, how to... use her appearance to show weakness, and then the moment the other party relaxes her vigilance , Go up and down.

And two years later, whether it was due to fate, the half-grown blond child unexpectedly met the former young gangster again in another town.

She observed calmly, followed up with ease, picked the lock quietly, and then strangled the former murderer by the bedside with wire on that moonless night.

The night melted into the moonlight, and the light fell into the eyes of the child who was staring at the young man who strangled himself to death because of struggling, and it turned into a kind of... muddy and cold gray.

But she was still sinking into the nightmare of the past day after day. It was just this experience that made her try to find the one mentioned in the nightmare while she was at the bottom of the society. Eric" man.

But it was such an ordinary name, she searched for a needle in a haystack, but couldn't distinguish it, and found nothing.

Until the evening with light rain eight years later.

"—Eric? Ah, I know?" The young man in a double-breasted trench coat and with short purple-blue hair bent slightly, and stretched out his hand to her who was sitting against the wall almost alluringly. , "So—revenge, Sisi?"

That was the one who pulled her out of the mud.

He taught her etiquette, taught her common sense, and took her back to her long-lost hometown.

He gave her a name again, gave her a clear direction to live, and brought her out of that... the thickest and coldest darkness.

On the night of revenge, it rained.

It wasn't big at first, it was light and thin, like smoke, without shape or sound, and it just fell on her face wetly.

I saw her standing in front of the burning manor, her face lit up by the flames was dazed for a moment.

She realized the wish she had kept in her heart for many years, but she also lost the direction of living again.

Until the boy let her join the escape.

Exhaustion, killing, hiding, betrayal, the terror that cannot be escaped no matter where you go in the world, the despair that you will be felt and found no matter where you hide, that is... the hellish twins. Year.

Then, as she wished, she gave the last thing she had—life.

At the moment when she was dying, I saw that icy green light for the second time.

And among them, stood a phantom with eyebrows and eyes similar to hers.

The moment she drank the bloody liquid given to her by the phantom, a large amount of blood gushed out of her mouth, nose and ears instantly, and bursts of blood mist burst out of her body. The phantom of a huge, headless female torso It kept emerging on her body, and was pressed back again and again.

In the end, in the pool of blood flowing all over the ground, she remained motionless.

I think she must be dead.

However, just when I thought I was about to be freed from the fate of being the ghost behind the scenes for 13 years without any reason, a fog suddenly appeared around me.

The thick fog rolls in, thick and gray, and when it passes by, it seems to still carry the chill of the dawn, and it hits the face in clusters, but...it doesn't feel cold.

But everything seemed to disappear in the mist.

I felt strange, and subconsciously took a few steps forward. Gradually, I found that some scenes had blurred outlines in the gray fog.

Like a... pier.

My whole body froze, something suddenly popped up in my intuition, I took a few steps reflexively, and then I saw the little figure who was boarding the boat suddenly turned his head without any warning, and looked at me in bewilderment glance.

——No, I can't go up.

I almost ran over without thinking.

— don't go up.

I forgot all the powerlessness I had before, and desperately wanted to hold her.

because……

—Because that is the beginning of all tragedies...

But the moment my finger touched the child's shoulder, a suction force seemed to come from the child's body, sucking me in.

And then, I... became her.

I thought it was fate giving me a chance to change, but when I found out that I had no control over this body... I was just stuffed into it to feel her pain and fear forcibly, I realized that fate was just trying to drag me Falling together in a nightmare.

I am no longer a bystander.

I'm starting to experience...what she's been through.

Then, I saw it.

Never noticed before...those details.

I saw that the black-haired woman stretched out her hand in my direction before being nailed to death with a long knife, as if at the last moment of her life, she also wanted to use her last bit of strength as a shield , Protecting both children in his arms.

I saw that when the old woman was stabbed in the stomach by a knife, she also looked in the direction of my grandfather and me. At that moment, something rose sharply in her eyes clouded by old age, and quickly disappears, and finally fades straight away, losing all luster.

But I can't move.

I'm just a soul body forced into this body, I can't move, and I can't open my mouth.

I can't stop it, I can't remind it.

I couldn't shake off the severe pain of being hooked into the flesh by the fishhook, and blood gushing from my mouth, nose and ears.

I couldn't resist the despair that the salty, deep-cold sea water squeezed from all directions and covered my head.

I can't hold... the old man's hand that lost all warmth in an instant and became bone-chillingly cold.

I can't hold it.

I tasted the painful swelling and itching when I was born with chilblains, smelled the pungent smell of wine on a sultry summer night, and felt the horror of my clothes being torn and my rough fingers pinched in my flesh.

I felt the prickly pain when I gripped it so tightly that all the little splinters on the splint sank into my fingertips.

I felt...the torso, limbs, internal organs seemed to be torn apart, and even the soul was continuously crushed...unprecedented severe pain.

--help me.

I don't know what I have forgotten, and I don't know what I am remembering at this moment, but I...

— but someone... help me.

However, no one came to save me.

Nothing at all.

I don't know how long I persisted in the end, I only know that at the moment when I was about to lose consciousness, all the pain in my body seemed to disappear in an instant, and I stood in the thick morning fog again, feeling cold with that The blond child who was boarding the boat looked at each other from afar.

But this time, I took a step back almost subconsciously.

I turned around and ran.

But no matter how many times I run and how far I run, I will eventually return to her side again.

And then again...to be her.

I was like this... time and time again, repeating the most painful moments in her life, I felt nauseous, wanted to retch, and collapsed several times.

I really tried, I tried to keep my parents from getting on the boat, I tried to keep my old lady from going out that day, I tried not to see, not to hear, not to think, but no, I can still feel it, I can't stop anything.

Everything is like an established destiny, repeating itself and never stopping.

In the end, I can't even remember how many times I have experienced it in total, is it dozens of times, or... hundreds of times...?

I thought I would get used to it and become numb, but no matter how many times I do it again, when the blood of the black-haired woman splattered on my face, when she fell to me covered in blood, there was still great grief in my heart Suddenly surged.

Mom, I want to call out, I want to call her... Mom.

But until the moment before this tragedy happened, my last move was to turn around willfully and leave her back.

I don't know how long it took, until even my soul was crushed and muddy, and finally once, when I stepped on the long ladder lowered from the ship's side, I suddenly stopped in my tracks.

I... grabbed my mother.

But in the next second, the wind suddenly picked up.

Before I could react, my hand was suddenly empty—everyone around me, including the pier, and the dark fog, were all turned into dust in an instant. can be found anywhere.

But after everything was gone, after it was completely gone, the place was still empty and gray.

It was as if I had escaped from the blond child and become myself again, but no matter which direction or how far I walked, there was no end in sight.

There is no rising and setting of the sun, no cycle of the seasons, no sky, no sea, no trees, no... life.

Here... I can't see the way back, and I can't find the way back.

At first, I was glad that I finally escaped from that hopeless reincarnation, and even when my memory began to disappear, I thought it was a belated favor.

But then, I forgot everything.

I forgot what I was going to do, who I was, and even what I was... what.

Time stops forever at the moment when the wind clears away, and when all the senses tend to slow down, people's concepts also begin to become blurred.By the time I realized it, my existence itself had been gradually eroded by this empty ash, and finally... merged with it.

In this way, I don't know how many days, months, and years have passed, and something incompatible with this place has appeared.

An almost faint green light slowly drifted down from the midair, flickering... converging into a circular door.

The round... door...?

The moment the door appeared, many concepts came out of my mind suddenly. I seemed to have transformed from an empty nothingness back into a human form, but I stood there motionless, just staring at the door in a daze... direction.

Until there was a slight push behind him.

I turned around slowly, and at some point behind the incident... two people appeared.

It was a gray-haired man and a black-haired woman.

I don't know who they are, but they are inexplicably familiar, and when the black-haired woman who is about the same height as me and looks a few years older than me puts her hand on the top of my hair, it has been a long time since I felt it. The area around the eyes that felt like they didn't know what it was, suddenly... became hot.

I opened my mouth.

I knew what I wanted to say, I wanted...to call her something, but I...couldn't say it.

The black-haired woman didn't care, she just looked at me with loving and tolerant eyes, and then pointed to the round door.

I instinctively wanted to hear what she had to say, so I walked over.

But the closer you get, the stronger that strange familiarity becomes.

I seem to have seen this light many... many times, but every time, it is so sacred and cold that it almost makes people feel uncomfortable. It is not like this, although it is very strange, it has a trace of... Strange warmth.

I turned my head subconsciously, looked at the two people behind me, and under their encouraging eyes, tentatively... I stepped into the door whose light was so weak that it might disappear at any time.

But I didn't expect that as soon as the front foot entered, there would be a huge suction force suddenly, and before I had time to react, I fell into somewhere.

But I couldn't move, I couldn't speak, I couldn't blink, it was as if my sense of touch had been blunted, I couldn't feel anything, I could only maintain this strange... floating posture in the water, through In front of my eyes... an unusually clear liquid, looking vaguely at this small square of world as far as I can see.

But, where is this...?

Although my whole thinking is still a little stiff, but at the moment of looking at the past, the concepts and common sense that I had forgotten, and I didn't even realize that I had forgotten, seemed to be stuffed back into my head bit by bit.

I can recognize a wooden door facing me in front of me, and on the left side of the wooden door, there is a long table against the wall, which is full of small bags of food and several large buckets of water; The table looks like a set of office equipment, the tables and chairs are a little crooked, all kinds of books and newspapers are piled up messily on the table, and there are a few documents that were blown onto the potted plants placed on the ground. .

And right in front of me, there is a long sofa with a big red rabbit doll lying on it; not far from the sofa, there is a rectangular full-length mirror, because the mirror is not facing me, I can see it through the mirror. As soon as the idea of ​​what was going on with him was forced to die, he could only turn his eyes to the row of wardrobes behind the mirror.

But... still don't know where it is.

If you don't know, you don't know.

The light here is not bright, on the contrary, it is a bit dark, but it doesn't make people feel shady.It may be due to being in that empty gray space for a long time, or it may be due to other reasons, but I strangely accept this situation of being stuffed into a shell and unable to move, just like the countless times in the past. Same as last time, looking at the quiet tide in front of him, he was stunned.

then……

"I'm back--"

Then, after an unknown amount of time, there was a voice in the world.

Following the long-drawn-out voice with a rising end, sunlight suddenly rushed in through the gap where the wooden door was pushed open.

Before I could react, the gray and white scene in front of me was suddenly splashed with a thick layer of color.The dark brown of the sofa in front of you, the reddish brown of the table and chairs by the window, the dark green of the leaves of the potted plants—the originally silent and lifeless world, all in an instant...

At the moment when the talking man walked in with his luggage, it suddenly came alive.

I was a little dazed, and after a few seconds, I looked at it intently.

To be more accurate, he is actually a red-haired man who is between the age of a teenager and a young man... but overall he looks more like the latter. He wears a wide dark camel cloak and wears a black strip on his head. With a red and alternate hair band and a loose scarf around his neck, the whole person looks... dusty.

But... who is this person?

He suddenly said "I'm back", this place...is his home?

Then why am I... here?

However, in the next second, all the resistance caused by a stranger popping out in front of him, as well as the passivation and slowness caused by the long period of motionlessness without speaking or thinking, all happened before the red-haired youth pulled off his scarf and took off his clothes. After taking off the cloak to reveal the bright red singlet and the blingbling pure gold trousers that were almost blinding, they turned into scum.

Even the brain, which was almost dead, was stimulated to run rapidly.

That's right, I was sure that there was something wrong with this person almost instantly.

Leaving aside anything else, this aesthetic—is definitely crooked, right?

"Did you wait a long time this time? Really, it's all the old Panda's fault. He must have asked me to help at such a time—forget it, let's not talk about him... So, so this time, do you miss me too much?" ah?"

I waited for a long time before I was sure that there was really no one else in the room, and that this person was talking to me.

I:"……"

So in addition to being crooked in aesthetics, isn't this person... also a little narcissistic?

Of course, it's not that I didn't think about giving him a sudden answer of "no" to surprise him, and let him let me out of this glass cover filled with unknown liquid, but the problem is, no matter how I Try, I can't even move my body.

I couldn't open my mouth, and... couldn't make a sound.

"—Dangdangdangdang!" Then I found that this person didn't know what answer I had made up in my head. After touching his nose happily, he suddenly thought of something, and immediately excitedly dug out a piece of pure gold from his luggage. Sleeveless suspenders and a bright red dress were shaken off in front of me, "Look at this! Because I couldn't buy one that was exactly the same as back then, I asked Johnny to make one, why? Doesn’t it look super good-looking? And looking at it this way, it completely matches my body, so..."

"So—do you like it?"

like or not……?

The last bit of barrenness left in my head was finally torn apart by this question.

Although the red-haired young man was completely shivering in front of me obliquely, not facing my eyes, as if he didn't know where I was heading--but that's not the point, the point is...

The point is who would like this...

etc!Why did you get close instead—you, you stay away from this glass cover!

And clothes or something, shouldn't be...

Seeing that the red-haired young man finally stopped torturing my eyes, and compared it to the clothes on my own in front of the mirror, while I was relieved, something suddenly flashed through my mind. The picture—it’s as if there is a mirror in front of me, and there are two people in the mirror. I can’t see their faces clearly. I can only see the woman in front who seems to want to turn her head, but the person behind is nervous and helpless. She straightened her head and let her look at the cool blue off-the-shoulder lady dress on her body.

That's right, if you really want to buy clothes, you should buy something like this...

Taking a step back, even if this is too formal, if you want to buy a casual outfit, you can still buy something like... a dress inside and a short suit on the outside?

This idea almost popped up on my own, and I was surprised when I realized it, but after thinking about it, I finally decided to attribute it to my talent.

Maybe it's me... I'm born with good aesthetics.

Unlike this person—how should I put it, does this person have no friends?Ever since he was a child, no one has corrected his aesthetics?

However, the red-haired young man obviously didn't feel that there was any problem with his aesthetics. After comparing for a long time, he happily opened the closet and hung this set in.

So that cabinet full of gaudy women's clothing immediately broke into my field of vision.

I:"……"

No, that, wait, these... are all for me?

I didn't think there was anything at first, but now——I have begun to wonder if my current shell has been kidnapped to some weird place.

So you're doing that kind of aesthetic... changing clothes experiment?Is this person... perverted?

Then I discovered that this "pervert" started to take out a lot of bags of delicately packaged snacks from his luggage after hanging up his clothes, and replaced the pile on the long table.

"There is also this packaging bag. The previous ones are still not good. Although they can keep fresh, the taste will be affected." Squad leader Liba has made improvements to ensure that no matter when it is opened, it will be the same as when it was just out of the oven."

So these...are also prepared for me?

Withdrawing the foreword, this pervert... this person is, in fact, pretty good.

So now... are you going to let me go out to eat?

But this person seemed to have no intention of letting me go out at all, he just cleaned up briefly, then dragged the chair next to me and sat down in front of me—still obliquely forward—and then told me what he had seen and heard this time.

Speaking of what I have heard, I am actually talking about where I went this time, from the Grand Canyon I don’t know where it is to the Great Waterfall I don’t know where it is, and from the snow mountain I don’t know where it is to the maple leaf forest I don’t know where it is .

... This span is big enough, how long has this person been gone?Can it fly?

"Ah, speaking of that maple leaf forest, I took a picture of it!" The red-haired young man suddenly patted his head and took out a picture from the small notebook in his pants pocket, "After all The last time I went there was the wrong season, and the leaves were still green. Just passing by this time, I thought of stuffing it—I wanted to take a picture of it to commemorate it, look, it’s here.”

...That's why I said I couldn't see clearly!Can't you go a little further to the right!

"That's right! I also drew it!"

painting?

Can he still draw?

Just when I was distracted, the red-haired young man had already opened the small notebook in his hand, turned to one of the pages, and put it together——I had a lot of trouble before I could see from the corner of my eye that the copied one was the one just now. That maple leaf forest, but different from the photo, there is a little girl standing in the forest, with a puffed bun face, her head is slightly tilted, and her blond hair is blown dishonestly across her cheeks.

……blond?

This is obviously... just a black and white stick figure, why do I subconsciously think... that is blond hair?

I was a little confused, and paused, thinking that it might have been shaken by the bright gold trousers on this man.

But speaking of this man, at first I saw his strong forearm line because he rolled up his sleeves, I thought it was a manual worker like a porter or a thug; later I thought it was a transvestite or a perverted scientist ; And now...it's really hard to judge by appearance, this seems to be quite versatile.

"Ah, and this one! Look at this one!"

But I don’t want this guy to happily say that he wants to show it to me, but after flipping through it, he was fascinated by it first, and then stood there dazedly, as if he had fallen into it unconsciously.