General affairs girl

Dorothy shrugged her shoulders, looked back at the old tree with its yellow leaves falling miserably in the wind, and sighed feebly. There was nothing on the door frame, and the beautifully carved door had been taken care of by her long ago. She tore it off and threw it out, so the cold wind from the outside blew on her back unhindered through the hall, which combined with her current situation, made her miserable...

It's over, as soon as he came back, he got angry and almost broke the root of his grandfather's favorite tree, even the door was thrown out by himself...

She raised her head, with a pitiful expression on her exquisite face, looking at the black-haired young man half squatting in front of her with his sleeves rolled up and preparing to apply medicine to herself, after a moment of hesitation, she blushed and put on a look With a look of indifference, he opened his mouth in a low voice.

"Brother, do you blame me for what I did?"

A terrible picture that if you don’t smooth my hair, I’ll just cry for you and bite your head.

The black-haired young man still had an expression of indifference. He pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose with one free hand, and looked at his younger sister who had been brought up since he was a child. His tone, which had always been calm, was more or less helpless.

"Really, how old I am, I still like to act like a baby..."

Sighing, the young man paused, considered his words, and continued.

"You are my sister... When did I blame you?"

The blue-gold eyes looking at Dorothy were full of seriousness.

The party involved, Dorothy, was just sitting on a chair, looking up at the gorgeous and exquisite chandelier on the ceiling, shaking her legs dishonestly, and opening her mouth with a displeased face, which directly disturbed the atmosphere at this time.

"... Last time I accidentally crushed your glasses brother, you ignored me for a month..."

Hearing this, the young man frowned slightly, and murmured, "I remember hatred in my mind." I don't know whether it was intentional or unintentional, but he increased the intensity of applying the ointment on Dorothy's face.

Being poked into the wound, Dorothy suddenly felt a stabbing pain on her face, wrinkled her face miserably, and like a kitten with fried fur, raised its paw and slapped the young man hard regardless of strength. On the right hand of the applicator.

After the sound of "pia", the young man's right hand suddenly became red and swollen.Unexpectedly, she would do it suddenly, and Dorothy stared at William's swollen right hand in a daze, and was speechless for a moment.

Unlike the girl's astonishment, the black-haired young man seemed to be used to such emergencies. He pursed his lips, as if he didn't feel the slightest pain, but silently hid his injured right hand behind his back.

Stretching out his intact left hand, he gently ruffled the girl's black hair, and said so while smiling.

"It's okay, I don't hurt."

"Dorothy worked very hard, didn't she break a bone this time?"

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Dorothy is not a child who likes to apologize, she kept the matter in her heart, and finally chose to be silent.

But today, she looked at her smiling brother, her taciturn brother.

Suddenly, I felt my nose sore, and my lips trembled. For some reason, tears just flowed out uncontrollably.Realizing her gaffe, Dorothy reached out her hand and wiped the tears on her face with her sleeve. The tears left behind mixed with the ointment that William had just applied, making the girl's whole face red and black, colorful like tabby cat.

The black-haired elder brother just sighed faintly, and kept rubbing his sister's hair, frowning and looking distressed.

"Don't cry... the medicine that was finally given has been washed down..."

The girl didn't stop crying, she raised her head, her swollen eyes shouted angrily towards the young man's exit, "I didn't cry, it's too bad, the ointment dripped into my eyes!"

William looked at Dorothy's red and swollen eyes, with a look of helplessness, and turned decisively to find a towel.

Because the medicine seems to have really flowed in...

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Funeral homes have been waking up in the middle of the night lately and then sleepless.

Half-opening his sleepy eyes, he looked at the ceiling and said with emotion that Xiaosheng was really old. He stretched out his hand to pull his quilt, and continued to sleep honestly, so as not to wake him up from tossing and turning, and managed to coax him to sleep. The energetic Dorothy.

Raising a little girl is really troublesome...

Thinking of this, he stretched out his hand but often only pulled his pajamas. With a strong sense of frustration, he sighed helplessly, thinking that it was probably because his quilt was swept away and he woke up from the cold, and it had nothing to do with age at all. relation

Struggling to get up, he lay on the edge of the bed, squinting his eyes and groping the ground for a while, with poor eyesight and lost his death glasses, and then picked up Dorothy, who was curled up on the ground and sleeping in a daze, like a glutinous rice ball. come up.

And Dorothy vaguely remembered that she heard someone calling her name, and said something complaining in her ear.

Hearing her own name, she was drowsy and only squinted at the other party, and reflexively called out "Senior..." The unconscious and soft voice seemed to make the other party stunned a little.

In the darkness, the man squinted his blue-gold eyes and muttered threateningly, "Be good, and grab Xiaosheng's quilt, and Xiaosheng will let you sleep on the floor~" or something, while reaching out to wrap her in the quilt.Beautiful eyes are clearer than moonlight.

And the girl who was wrapped up like a cloth worm just answered "Mmm" and then fell asleep again drowsily. The words of the funeral room were directly ignored by her in the half-dream and half-awake state.

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It was already late at night, through the huge floor-to-ceiling windows in the room, the slightly cold moonlight poured into the room like running water, and also shone on Dorothy who was curled up on the dark floor, making the young girl's youthful face even more soft and beautiful .

Dorothy, who woke up from the cold, stared at the overly bright moonlight in the room with sleepy eyes.In the silence, there was only the "rustling" sound among the leaves outside the window, and the girl shrank slightly in the silvery white.

cold……

Frowning, she got up, reached out and rubbed her arms, stepped on the soft white wool carpet with her bare feet, and looked around by the moonlight, trying to find the quilt that she kicked aside.

There are only a few pieces of plain fabric furniture in the huge room, and huge dolls scattered in the corner, which is too simple and looks extremely lonely.

Dorothy's bed was placed not far from the floor-to-ceiling windows, hugging the lost and recovered quilt, she yawned and knelt on the bed, listening to the "rustling" sound outside the window, she inadvertently glanced sideways, and her eyes glanced at the landscape in the garden. An inadvertent glance made her stunned.

A black-haired young man wearing glasses is standing under the acacia tree in the garden. He is standing straight in the cold wind in his unlined clothes, waving the sharp garden scissors in his hand meticulously, and the pink flowers are fluttering down one after another in a "rustle" It was the end of the work, and only a few scattered buds remained on the branches of Albizia juliensis that were once full of flowers.

Just like this.

After finishing the finishing work, William took back the long-handled garden shears in his hand, took a few small steps back, and looked up and down at the acacia that had been pruned by him, with a gentle smile on his tense face.Satisfied, he pushed his glasses, and after cleaning up the fallen flowers, he turned back to the house with the gardening shears in his hand, but when he looked up, he saw his sister who was holding the quilt by the window and looking at his sister who hadn't fallen asleep.

The embarrassed middle-aged young man lowered his head and hastily pushed his glasses on the bridge of his nose to hide his surprise. He adjusted the expression on his face in an instant. The young man raised his head again, changed into a serious poker face, and asked.

"Why don't you sleep so late?"

"Brother, didn't you sleep too?" Dorothy tilted her head slightly, answering with a blank face.

The young man adjusted his glasses again, frowned and taught his younger sister, who seemed somewhat ignorant of the world, "I am your brother, older than you, of course I can sleep later than you, you are a girl, No one is so late, go back to sleep obediently."

Under the moonlight, the somewhat confused girl hugged the quilt, squinted her eyes and looked down at her brother with hazy happiness, her smile was extremely cute.

"Yes. You are my brother."

The author has something to say: Boy·Young

Tashiram Dodo

juvenile

Boy, are you still as young as ever?

when I was already mottled

juvenile

Young man, are you still completely motionless?

after i've been wandering for a long time

juvenile

Boy, do you still believe in beauty?

When I walk in the narrow mouth of this world

juvenile

you can't grow old

Can not

You have to be strong and stay on the shore of the years

those heavy, wandering and vain

Let me go through it alone

And you

Just wear your white clothes

let the sun shine in you

you have to smile brightly

wait for me covered in dust

come back to claim

our distance

He made me feel inferior.

His speech was adjusted uniformly, his bangs covered his eyes, as if he was telling a depressing and lonely story.The sound came from underwater: wet, soaked with mist and cheers, with the low hiss of the river.

He is too far away.Although sometimes, he is lying on the back of my chair.

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Many years ago, when the hard-working child Charles Phantomhive was just born, Vincent often ran to his shop when he had nothing to do, rubbing his biscuits and black tea. , and then covered his face while crying and complaining to him about his experience of being a baby daddy, how he as a big man was completely controlled by a baby who only knew how to cry all day long, how he was in a mess .

However, looking at the funeral room on the other side, as a thousand-year-old naked man? Fake, he couldn't understand Vincent's daddy? Zhen? Wushuang's mood, and looked at him with a smile on his sleeves.Didn't your mother just wear a priest's attire? Are you really talking to him like a priest? !

Seeing Vincent talking and drinking the tea in his shop for free, this stingy god of death felt distressed just like what and what, but insisted on not showing it, and finally Mr. death couldn't take it anymore, so he moved like a rabbit He snatched the teapot, ignored Vincent's silent accusing smile, held the teapot and asked him why he didn't hand over the work to the many servants in the house.

This question touched my heart, Vincent stopped grabbing the teapot, rolled his eyes at him, and lowered his head in a low voice, saying that the son of the labor-management family would not be hugged by others... the only fun now is labor-management It’s just that when breastfeeding, I move slowly and intentionally make my son cry. How can I give this good job to others? !

When Vincent said this, he looked stingy like a feudal rich man who was careful and careful.The man was in such a panic that he didn't mind, and his hands were not idle. If he didn't have any tea to drink, he used his hands to pick everything within his reach, so the nearest to him was a hard-working wooden table. He planed a layer of fine sawdust.Seeing the corners of the eyes of the owner of the table twitching in the funeral room, he almost didn't have a cramp in his face...

Vincent usually stays in the store for a short time. Usually, before the funeral home raises his legs to see off the guests, he will consciously pat the sawdust on his hands and get up to say goodbye.

"Stop talking, I'm going back to breastfeed next time, bye ~ hard-working bachelor ~"

He walked triumphantly.

Then one day, the funeral home suddenly understood.

That dad, he used a masochistic, complaining way to watch the happiness in his heart.

The reason why the funeral home understands is probably because he is pulling a little girl who doesn't understand anything, just like the blue-haired young man.It seems that this afternoon he is going to talk to Liu, a Chinese businessman from the Qing Gang, to talk about something he is interested in recently.But the little girl under him ran to him excitedly, so he had no choice but to put down the things at hand, pull her, and take her home.

The little black-haired girl was forced to cross the road by him, and was finally let down. She was in a bad mood now, and he didn't pay attention. The little girl was walking in front of him while carrying something.

And now she is stopping, looking back at him and waiting for him to come over.

Hey, didn't you ask Xiaosheng to take you home before, and refused to take you to the store alone, when did you leave Xiaosheng on your own and go ahead of Xiaosheng, and you have gone so far?You little brat, what are you doing? !

The corner of the funeral room twitched and felt the wind was messy and subtle.

After a while, the silent funeral room raised its pale face and smiled at her, feeling "Oh~~ Xiaosheng is quite old, and he carried a little girl who was so heavy just now, and now he has no strength Let's go~ ah, I suddenly feel dizzy."

The white teeth looked so gloomy that it made people feel chills.

He leaned against the nearest tree with the back of his hand against his forehead, looking weak, and stopped sharply.Well, as an old fritter that has lived for too long, oh, God of Death, although he is not as skilled as Vincent or the rising star Sebastian, he can immediately fool Dorothy who is far from her age .

So the little girl who had been away for a long time became indifferent after being fooled too many times. Although she didn't believe it much, she still couldn't let go. She sighed and had to trot back reluctantly.Leaning closer to the side of the funeral room, his eyes became equal, and his expression was quite calm.

"Senior, are you lying to me again..."

"I'll give it a shot!" With the intention of frightening her to revive the pressure of her parents, knowing Dorothy's weaknesses, the funeral house took over her weak appearance just now, and at the speed of thunder and ding dong, a straddle Then he raised Dorothy who was standing aside and couldn't guard against it.The author said that the indiscriminate use of words is quite smooth and satisfies her LOLI heart, so there is no pressure in all kinds of things.

So the little girl who was walking swiftly just now was instantly lifted up. The little girl's face turned pale, without hesitation, like a catfish with long whiskers that was lifted out of the water and jumped around alive. In the hands of the funeral room, she Struggling to the death.

Even if she becomes a salted fish and is no longer fresh, she will try her best to stand up, regain her glory and show the arrogance of a literati... even worse.The girl used both hands and feet, and her movements were too big. As the hem of the skirt rose and fell dramatically, the white skirt lining was turned out, and the pressure of holding her funeral room as a pure man was suddenly unprecedented.

So the funeral room yelled, "Oh, you move so hard, Xiaosheng can't lift it up~" and shook her twice, and the salted fish stuck to the pot.

"Put me down...Senior, let me down quickly, let me down, ehh."

The bear child covered his face and cried.

Nima.

When I was young, my body was very weak. One day, my elder brother William, who was full of sibling love, pulled me to play and lift me up.In the end, my brother was a coward when he was young, and he couldn't hold his hands steady in the actual operation. He threw it out by himself, and broke a few front teeth. A mouthful of blood and broken teeth leaked air when he spoke. He couldn't do anything with his mouth covered for two days. Open your mouth, mother.

I can't afford to be hurt by all kinds of psychological shadows raised high, mother... Now when she looks at the ground, she thinks of her two bloody front teeth, how can she fix the toothache?

Quick, let me down quickly or I will let you die for me... The words in her mind rolled like subtitles.

I didn't plan to go too far, and it scared the little girl to tears. The funeral room lifted Dorothy for a few seconds and put Dorothy down again.

When the quiet and quiet girl was put down, her round eyes were filled with tears, she leaned on the tree and stared blankly at the laughing funeral room, panting like a rebirth after a catastrophe, red Talking intermittently with a straight face, it is hard to complete.

"It's cool, is it cool? Do you have the strength to walk?!" The little girl gritted her teeth and finally said a complete sentence.

"It's cool." The funeral home replied honestly, with a sincere face.

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Super super, over the score, Dorothy cried instantly, and then broke the tree without holding back.

Although she said she hates violence, but if her legs were not still weak now, would you believe it if she smashed the funeral room to death? !

Then the funeral room, as the parent who revived the majesty, his wife Yuno supported his face【What is that? ! 】In an instant, I suddenly realized why Vincent likes to delay breastfeeding and make his child cry.

oh?It's really interesting~~ Looking at it, it seems that the anxiety and everything have disappeared.

"Go back to the store~ let's go, Xiaosheng has strength now~"

The girl watched him pursing her lips in silence, with a blank face, as if she wanted to bite off a piece of flesh from him.

"Well, Xiaosheng won't tease you anymore, be good~~"

The man bent down and looked at Dorothy who was holding a broken tree. Following his movement, his bangs moved slightly to one side, and Dorothy could vaguely see the pair of peach blossom eyes that were narrowed into slits. .

"After all, Xiaosheng doesn't like the way you walk in front~ You won't be able to see it in the blink of an eye."

"You are by Xiaosheng's hand, just follow along slowly."

Grim Reaper's life seems endless. For him, too many things disappear in an instant, or they forget their original location and can't find them anymore.

It's as if he likes to put everything in a place he knows, even his daily necessities are placed in his coffin, and he puts them there quietly, never worrying about losing them.

He waved his fingers in front of the girl threateningly. The black nails set off the man's fingers, which were even more slender and pale. There was even a shallow smile on the corners of the bloodless lips.

"Don't run around~ It's very troublesome to manage~"

"Xiaosheng is troubled, but he will lock you into a coffin~"

In the end, the funeral home did not forget to give a few candies after hitting a stick, and gave Dorothy a lollipop with a smile after frightening her.

Dorothy ignored what he said above, and gained some strength after resting for a while, shrunk her neck, and swallowed his hand in one gulp, leaving a few tooth marks decisively.

Anyway, the god of death is just a bunch of capricious guys.

There are too many variables in the funeral home.

His tall image in Dorothy's heart has long been shattered like dregs.

The author has something to say:

So this is the Ah Cao that was suddenly lost in the collection == completely desperate for comfort...

I won't tell you that the video is a spoiler [Hello]

"Crying Angel"

When I fall into the blue sky.

Prayed countless times.

【God...if you can still hear my voice and still love me, catch me】

However, only the sound of the wind passed by my ears.

There was no response.

I had to spread my wings.

fly by yourself...

The morning wind blows her white skirt with a hint of coolness, making a sound of hunting, and the falling angel is like a swaying fragile white flower.

So long that even I forgot to cut the time.

I didn't know the original appearance of innocence.

Angela's stuff that I wrote when I was too idle, probably.

transposition

Have you experienced that way of life?

A tiny place in my heart was restless and screaming hysterically, wanting to be watched by others, even a little bit, the voice gradually expanded to the point where I felt disgusted...

Can't help but do annoying things on purpose to get the limelight?

Probably not explained that way.

Clearly I don't think so...

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"The so-called story probably has a theme or main line running through it."

"The Fairy Tail is looking for the Dragon Hunter to find his father, and Heizhi is looking for an enemy as expected... The tutor, um, probably my father is something..."

"So - Dorothy, what are you living for, what do you want to express to others, or what is your dream? Tell uncle, okay?" child of existence.

The girl clearly remembered that one day, there was a man named Vincent who asked her this question with a refined smile, and his persuasive eyes seemed to be unable to tolerate her.

The girl never knew what her dream was, and when she was suddenly asked this question so seriously, the uneasiness that gradually spread from her heart seemed to still remain in her heart and could not be erased.

The girl lowered her head, silently covering her face with a thick book.

There was a long silence, as if she was lost in thought or deliberately avoided the topic, she did not answer.

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No one is watching, no appreciative eyes surround us...Ordinary us are always so sensitive, guessing what is wrong, always searching for other people's hearts, always afraid that others will treat us badly, and always worrying that we are not perfect enough.

I have worked so hard why are other people still talking about other things, why can't I find my own existence from others?

What exactly do you want to get...

Probably--

"I want to live."

It seemed that everything was already clear in his heart, and the answer sleeping there was only a few short words, but it seemed that he had deliberately ignored it because he was too mediocre.

There is no great feeling of patriotism or blood feud, it seems that even she can't even open her mouth to be humble.

I want to live.

The heartbeat still hasn't stopped, the breathing is still going on, so I want to live.

"Should I feel sad about this wish? I'm a little sad."

Inexplicably, my heart began to ache.

The girl's voice came muffled from behind the book, with a bit of grievance, she raised her head and glanced secretly at the young man opposite.

But he found that the man on the opposite side seemed very satisfied with the answer, he had already moved his gaze away from him, took a sip of black tea with a smile, and then answered slowly.

"pretty good."

"People with stories, great ambitions, etc., the things behind them are always as beautiful or heroic as no one imagined."

"Life is just an ordinary life, and fate forces people to commit crimes."

However, as if thinking of something terrible, the man looked sideways and slowly put away the smile on his face, feeling a little irritated, raised his face and drank the black tea in the cup in one gulp, then stood up and looked into the distance.

He continued the topic just now, but his tone lacked the ridicule just now and was more helpless.

"...You don't have to think too much about what you have and what you don't have. In fact, I made it difficult for you just now. Your dreams at this age are in our hometown. You can grow up and get admitted to Tsinghua University, go to Peking University to earn a lot of money, and marry beautiful women. It’s also good to be a magic shochu..."

"Well, you must know that your Uncle Vincent is completely nervous now that he is getting old. He is afraid of everything, especially the people around him..."

"I'm most afraid that one day I will accidentally die and leave my son alone."

He's too young, and I've lived two lifetimes.

The girl looked at the young man standing with his hands behind his back in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, and with the afterimage of the setting sun behind him, he tore open the space in an instant, as if he was standing in a place that she couldn't reach, chattering.

Like his senior, he stretched out his slender fingers and tugged at his cheeks, satisfied with the touch of his hands, the corners of his lips turned up slightly, and even the peach eyes under the gray bangs rose three points, adding to the indifference. Somewhat enchanting.

"Hee hee, Xiaosheng's goal now is of course to raise you up, little girl, for a few more years~"

The smile that appeared on that pale face was unreal no matter how you looked at it.

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It seems that wishes are different, and everyone lives in their own unique world.

However, the surrounding connections are like a network, which has been spread out silently and invisible.

She wants to live for a few more years, doing insignificant things every day to carefully remind the people around her of her existence, and live like this.

Even though I knew in my heart that I might be like my mother...

As the angel said.

The white angel I met when I went out alone when I was still in the dispatch department.

"I'm looking for a song. Your mother promised me that she would sing it to me, but she can't sing it now..."

"Then, boy, can you sing me a song?"

The silver-haired woman caressed her face with her fingers, and said her mother's name, her tone was gentle and pleading, and the pair of violet eyes staring at her were lingering and sad, as if they could drown people.

And the same indifference and madness imprisoned in it, like a door that is still closed, and something terrible will be released if you are not careful.

Unable to refuse, and dare not refuse, the intermittent tune sung by the woman was something she had never heard before, but she naturally hummed along with her beat.

"That's great, although it's not complete, but sure enough, my child, you can sing~"

Delighted by the girl's singing, the woman smiled slightly, her eyes squinted like crescent moons, as if she was simply expressing her joy, she clapped her palms and made a soft "pop" sound.

"Well, wait a little longer, when you can finish singing this song, I will find you..."

White feathers were flying all over the sky, and one of them was put into the palm of her hand by the woman, with a moist and hot breath, the last words lingered in her ears.

By the time the girl was able to move, her tightly clenched palms were already wet. Looking at her palms, the girl suddenly felt a little scared.

It was empty.

The feathers just now disappeared...

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【Child, where are you now? 】

[Aren't you lonely alone? 】

【Let me accompany you】

The sound of the accordion kept ringing.