General affairs girl

Going back home in a carriage is not an interesting thing for most children, but it is already a novel experience for girls who participate in boring work all day long, so even if the ride is very bumpy, it is not enough Reduce the good spirits of girls.

The girl in a black dress on the carriage is about 13 years old, but her pale and almost ashen face and petite figure make her look even younger. At this moment, she is stretching out her hand and pulling the face of the black-haired boy with glasses Excitedly chirping and asking non-stop, it seems that he is very interested in his future life in his hometown, and even his pale face has a little blush.

However, the elder brother who always cared for his younger sister and even doted on him was not as enthusiastic as his younger sister. He just answered the girl's questions with a calm smile and looked out the window, not knowing whether it was joy or worry.So the younger sister gradually lost her interest, and instead opened the window of the carriage sullenly, looking quietly at the scenery outside of London.

The first thing that came into the girl's field of vision was a dead tree, standing crookedly on the cracked ground. The dying posture made the girl shrink her neck uncomfortably. She really felt awkward, so she pulled the sleeve of her brother beside her dissatisfied and opened her mouth. asked.

"Brother William, where are you going... When did my hometown become like this?"

The black-haired young man didn't answer the girl's question directly, but just looked out of the window with a serious face, and comforted him casually.

"Dorothy is good, it's almost time, please bear with me, Dorothy is a good child, right?"

Hearing what her brother said, the girl could only twitch the corners of her mouth, let go of her brother's sleeve, lowered her head and stared at the floor of the carriage, idly shaking her feet.

As the carriage moved forward step by step, other things began to appear on the dry and empty land. Various stone buildings were neatly arranged, and the white flowers in front were still stained with dew or withered and scattered.

And followed the black-haired boy's gaze from afar.What the girl sees is.

In a ruined scene of a cemetery, there stood a man in a black robe, with a black hat crookedly on his head, long silver hair, and slightly messy bangs covering most of his chest. The face made her unable to tell whether the other party was a man or a woman.

Weird guy.

After a rough evaluation, she felt that she was not very interested, and the girl didn't want to stop her gaze to attract unnecessary attention, so she turned her head and looked away.

But the other party seemed to have noticed her gaze, turned his head and looked at her funny, stretched out his hand, covered his mouth with his long sleeve, let out a few low laughs, and beckoned to the girl in the carriage Waving is a greeting.

The girl rolled her eyes back with big eyes.

Looking back at my elder brother, I want to tell him that I don't like the atmosphere here, and that I met a strange person just now, anyway, I should hurry up and leave this place.

Unexpectedly, his elder brother directly ignored the claws he was scratching on him, and seemed to be staring at that strange human being as well.

In the silence, I don't know when the carriage gradually slowed down.

However, as the carriage stopped slowly, the black-haired boy finally looked at the girl standing beside him. After a moment of silence, he sighed silently, and stretched out his hand to rub the girl's hairy little head.

"Well, here we are, Dorothy..."

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The picture of me when I was taken away by the funeral home back then is like blurry old photos soaked in water. The blurry has lost its original appearance long ago, and restoring it with subjective emotions is just beyond recognition .

The only thing I remember most is probably.

At the beginning, the man used to hold his hand.

Very cold.

--memory

What will life be like in the future?

Dorothy held up the hem of her black skirt, and looked at the unfamiliar scene along the road with some anxiety.But she didn't come to answer the question in her heart. The man who came to pick her up was said to be her senior man, who just led the way leisurely with the "Dorothy Breeding Encyclopedia" written by William himself and handed down with tears today. .

The occasional low smile made Dorothy's hair stand on end, so she resolutely gave up her plan to chat with this strange senior.Instead, she shrank her neck and followed him silently, silently heading towards her new home.

Because it was a wild wasteland, the uneven ground was not suitable for walking. Dorothy, who barely followed the man while trotting all the way, almost fell down several times.

Even though she possessed almost abnormal strength, she was still just a thin child anyway. Panting, Dorothy bent down and supported her knees, looking up at the back of the man not far in front of her.

As long as you open your mouth and let him walk slowly, you don't have to work so hard...

Just opening your mouth... seems like a very small thing.

But as a senior, I don't care about the juniors at all, and I don't know that I want to walk slowly and wait for me, who wants to talk to that strange uncle.

So and so, after all, it was a child's heart, the girl thought about it and quickly dismissed the idea of ​​​​speaking.Sitting down on the road like a broken pot, his face was flushed and he looked like he was about to cry.

In fact, the man walking leisurely in the funeral room is not like Dorothy thought, always ignoring the poor little girl behind him, living alone

After so many years, of course he can't be expected to take care of others, chat with the little girl considerately to comfort the children who left home, if Dorothy doesn't take the initiative to talk, he naturally doesn't know what to say.

But even if he walked like this, he still left a heart for the juniors who followed him hard.

However, at an unknown time, the little girl stopped in her tracks.

The funeral home turned around and found that it was the junior who lost his temper.Sitting on the road with a red face, she stared at herself angrily, with a look of arrogance, afraid that she would cry decisively the next second if she didn't care about him.

Feeling a little funny, he grinned, reached out to help his hat, and took out a small and old rattle from his sleeve.

Shaking the small toy in his hand, it made a crisp sound of "dong dong dong".

"Little girl, be good, follow up and uncle will give you a wave drum."

Although this way of hooking up is a little...brain-dead...but obviously there is no such thing as a wave-breaking drum in the Death God Realm, so the eyes of the murderous little girl Dorothy brightened up, and she was no longer panting just now. The little girl propped herself up on the ground, got up neatly, and walked towards the man quickly.

And after coming in front of the man, with his hands behind his back, he rubbed his little feet back and forth, looking expectantly at the rattle in the funeral room's hands, as if a little embarrassed.

"Really, really for Dorothy?"

"Yeah~"

The funeral room just replied with a smile, the girl quickly and forcefully snatched the rattle from his hand as if she was afraid of his repentance.Well, very powerful.

So, at the same time, there was a crisp "click" sound from the hand bone in the funeral home.

It is very similar to the screaming of bones when some kind of accidental disaster called "fracture" occurs.

The man unconsciously twitched his mouth.

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