General affairs girl

The flying snowflakes are like a layer of frost on the moon, gradually blooming along the wind and then drifting silently, like soft feathers.In the vast expanse of whiteness, Dorothy leaned against the wooden window and looked at the snow in a daze. The whiteness slowly engulfed the night, and the scenery made her feel at a loss.

The man left on a snowy night.

In the spring of the next year, I met my grandfather.

【I will let you go through the winter】This kind of oath turned into ashes and buried in the ground.

The lights of the General Affairs Division were piercingly bright, and the only silence was the sound of the heater blowing. The wall clock recorded the time in an orderly way, and the position of four was far away.The girl's head seemed to be pressed by a stone, and she was so drowsy that even drinking coffee would not help.With blue eye circles lying on the table in a daze...

I want to go home……

This feeling of depression has been lingering in my heart, especially when I saw Charles Elizabeth playing around.The atmosphere that was so harmonious that she couldn't get involved at all made her clenched her fists...

My best friend is with her favorite person while the devil smiles on the sidelines.

Elizabeth and Shire have been married since they were young, they grew up together, and they knew each other before I arrived, so there's nothing I can do about it... After that accident, Shire became the key object of protection in Elizabeth's heart.

I was forgotten.I want to express my anger, I want to turn my head away to prove my disdain for this thin friendship, and then look forward to someone holding me in the next second, comforting "Well, Dorothy, don't be angry Let's play together..." Obviously only one sentence is enough.

What she was looking forward to purely seemed to be a kind of malice in her heart.

So the girl pushed open the door, waited by the door and carefully looked around, Elizabeth walked around Shire without looking at her.The devil's red eyes were full of smiles, as if mocking the girl's powerlessness, he greeted gracefully and comforted sweetly.

"Ara, is Miss Dorothy leaving?"

"Well! Please, Dorothy, I'll just chat with Charles for a while~ I love you!"

That early spring, Charles brought the deacon to the funeral home for the first time, and talked with her in a child's tone for the last time, talking about a profound question, and then he left. The young boy straightened his back and walked a long way Far away, his fiancée followed closely, but never looked back.Just like the back view of the blue-haired girl seen at the ball, and Elizabeth who hesitated to speak.

The girl was finally left where she was... After thinking about it, she couldn't laugh or cry.

The devil sighed, his attitude softened, "You don't need to be like this", "It's just human", "Our circle is only so big, isn't it?" He was like a close neighbor who sent her all the way, his eyes were calm, and he didn't see being swallowed at all. The pain in the eye, Dorothy could not see what he was thinking.

She just wanted to go home... But after her mother died, she moved around and she could never find the place where the so-called home was.

Thinking of such a thing, the corners of his eyes unconsciously burst into tears.

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Funeral houses have always had little sleep, and even when they fell asleep, what they had in their dreams was nothing but barrenness. He was staring at the wooden boards of the coffin in a daze for a hundred years.

Dorothy's refusal to let him accompany the night shift does not mean that he can't go by himself, but he thinks he fully respects the girl's strict idea, and then waits until twelve o'clock in the middle of the night when the snow falls in the sky, and everyone walks around to watch It makes people feel cold.

So he put his black umbrella on a heavy coat and thought he would at least pick up Dorothy.In Death Realm, the enchantment of the General Affairs Department was useless to him. He held a black umbrella and leaned against the phoenix tree downstairs, watching the lights on the second floor as the snow fell in layers and gradually slid down along the umbrella.

In the vast night, the man could see the girl leaning against the window in a daze, but Dorothy couldn't see him holding the umbrella.When the pointer of the pocket watch moved towards 4 o'clock, the funeral home went upstairs to pick her up. The girl lying there still had tears hanging from the corners of her eyes, and the half pot of coffee was completely cold by her hand.

"You're always crying..."

"What a worrying kid."

The bitter taste of the licked tears made him depressed.The funeral home can't find anything that can make Dorothy happy, no matter the bunny doll, the beautiful clothes, the friendly and beautiful little lady of the noble family.

what do you want?

The snow began to fall heavily outside the house, the girl was hugged by the man, the thick windbreaker covered the oncoming wind and snow, but her tears were broken.

The girl was like a stray cat whose tail had been stepped on, struggling and crying, "Let go of me, I'm going home when it gets dark." The girl's eyes were filled with tears and her voice was mournful.

The funeral home pressed her head into his arms and held her tightly, hoping that his body temperature would give the girl some peace of mind.

The silver-haired man comforted softly, "We'll go home now, we'll be there soon, really", but he knew it clearly.

It's not the big mansion in my family where the horse cherry blossoms are in full bloom and no one lives there, only the moonlight stays forever, nor is it the funeral home sleeping beside the dead trees in London.

The home she was going back to wasn't any home in a zip code where the postman could find it.The "home" she wants to return to is not a space, but a period of time. In that time, William has not grown up, the young children are chasing and laughing, the mother is still there, and the milk is being boiled in the kitchen. Sizzling aroma, the cat is lying lazily on the balcony and snoring...

She is the traveler who took a "time machine" to come here but could never find a return car.

Never go back.

Just like when the man held his hand, it was very cold.Hold on tight.

He said.

【Stop crying little girl~ Xiaosheng will take you home】

"Stop crying, I'll take you home..."

I give you home.

【THEEND】

Margaret

Margaret's flower, also known as the "maiden's flower".

Flowers that predict love.

According to legend, as long as you hold a Margaret in your hand, when you pick off the petals one by one, say "like, don't like, like, dislike..." when you count to the last one, you can predict the love affair.

Expected love; please miss me.

May this love be as soft as the sunshine of spring.

Young Margaret never cared much.

Her first husband was a man known as a dispatch genius, handsome, excellent, and full of responsibility.As the object of a family marriage, he fell in love with that glamorous and arrogant woman at first sight. It was a miracle for that honest man to be able to find such a girl who fit his heart under the arrangement of his parents.

From the very beginning, he was determined to protect that woman, even under her cynicism.

The man decided to compromise.

However, Margaret disliked her father, and the rigidity of the same man disgusted her even more.In fact she often forgot her husband's name, although she had a child named William.

The man and Margaret didn't wait for the second child, but Margaret's lover who killed him halfway was angry, and he loved her so much that he couldn't bear a divorce letter.Just left silently, the man who vowed not to marry for life died of depression not long after leaving his wife.

The huge family power easily covered up all the scandals.

Beru in Ben's house, her father growled and slapped her,

"You are just like her! You are just like your mother!!"

It was the first time she saw that man get angry at her, and the heart-piercing roar made her feel extremely happy. . 788d986905

Then Margaret knelt in front of her father, and her red nails scratched the corner of her bleeding mouth. She began to laugh softly. The laughter was slowly uncontrollable, as if years of stagnant water had found a source of relief. mouth.

She is like a madman.

Margaret never lacked lovers, she was so beautiful and powerful.However, no one would greet her with the so-called happy ending. The woman's blue-gold eyes stared at one empty dream after another, all grotesque.

The world was like one giant amusement park to her, and she laughed it off.And her son was taken back to his family by his father to be raised, he was as dull as his father, and he didn't say a word about his mother's indulgence and tyranny.

At night in London, the bells from the ancient clock tower reverberate in this quiet town. The watery ground reflects the glistening light under the moonlight, like the projection of the moon breaking into pieces, forming a side. A small mirror reflected the patent leather high heels of the beautiful and arrogant Reaper, scarlet and scarlet.

She met the angel at that time, the white feathers fell, and the woman in the white dress fell far away from the bell tower. Margaret just stretched out her arms and hugged the woman like a white flower, at least The purple eyes of the angel Roland at that time were full of tears, and the expression full of emotion and joy was so beautiful before it solidified.

Margaret had such an expression when she was a child.She had longed for something like this.

How interesting, for the first time, Margaret, who is known for being extremely evil, didn't throw the stranger out of her arms.

Her past is so disgusting that every time she thinks about it, it will cause her stomach to convulse for no reason. Fifteen hands are ravaging that unbearable heart and she shed tears.

……

That memory was another person's story, her father's.

That man named Beru T. Spears.

I slowly, slowly watched her back gradually drift away.

Finally realized that person was my daughter - breath of the day.

That child, Margaret, was his greatest pride and his lifelong shame.He couldn't forgive her, and by the time he wanted to apologize, it was too late.

People's tragedies are sometimes caused by themselves.

Beru T. Spiers

He got a daughter in his later years, but his romantic and beautiful wife passed away prematurely. The beautiful daughter left to her is well-behaved and sensible. She is as delicate and lovely as a lily covered with morning dew. Sitting in front of the door with his face in his hands, the moment he saw him, he would stumble and rush into his arms, but facing his young daughter, he just kept away from him and let her fall to the ground No help.

So the child could only endure the pain and get up by herself. She worked desperately, desperately, to get his approval, even if it was a touch or a smile.

But he was just used to being silent and reticent.

slowly, slowly away

Later, he thought that the child might know something, but he just hid it in his heart and refused to say it. He looked at him from a distance, holding back his tears, and felt wronged as if he would cry in the next second, but at that time She didn't even know whom to cry to.

Then one day, she suddenly left the house without leaving a word

The servants were in a mess, but he sent no one to look for them.

Then she hid in the backyard, quietly ran out at night, cried under the silk tree in the yard, and never came back.And he was standing by the floor-to-ceiling window at that time, watching all this silently, without saying a word.

As an elite of the dispatch department, he lived in the apartment of the foreign equipment, and never called himself father again.

The gorgeous face and wanton personality always reminded him of his wife who he loves deeply and hates deeply...

He obviously loved that beautiful lover deeply and loved all her faults, but he felt an unreasonable disgust for this child.

Then a political marriage, she married someone and had her own children.

The boy has deep facial features unique to Europeans, his blue eyes are clear and energetic, and his face is stern, just like himself when he was young. On the side of the boy, the girl who is carefully pulled by him is like her mother. , Even the childhood personality is very similar, the water-red eyes that do not belong to the god of death, pale and thin, with the softness of Asian facial features, have nothing in common with his brother.

A woman treats her daughter very well. Looking at her daughter whose face is almost exactly the same as her own is like looking at the projection of herself back then. The woman tried her best to give her a good childhood, loving her just as she loved her. What I wanted back then.

And he, at this time, selfish, he believed that his wife who died young did not betray him, she was really his child... The high wall of distrust for many years fell to the ground, and a bloody piece of blood was torn from his chest. However, when he repented, she dropped the child and left alone again. He didn't even have time to apologize.

I want to apologize, he thought so, I am so regretful...

At the funeral of his beloved daughter, he lowered his head, so sad in the eyes of others.

And the sump on the grass in the cemetery reflects his every expression.

A relieved smile, that was his real expression.

This handsome and powerful Reaper, whose hair turned gray overnight.

That winter buried everything he had, and brought his grandson and granddaughter back home in the cold frost.

The colleague who came to visit Silver Hair kept incidents around him, and he still didn't care.

"Oh, oh, what's the name of the grandchildren~"

"The boy's name is William T. Speers, and the girl... Dorothy..." he replied thoughtfully.

"Oh~ didn't you give her a last name, you really don't like this child~"

"..."

He looked at his granddaughter's face which was almost the same as that of his departed daughter, and remained silent without answering.

The colleague covered his lips with his sleeve, chuckled a few times and then lazily leaned back on the chair, playing with his long black nails.

"Give Xiaosheng a superb joke~".

"Oh no~ this kid is a big joke in your Spears family, just like her mother."

The silver-haired man smiled casually.

The author has something to say:

Margaret

that is your dream,

There is streamer spinning inside,

Purple velvet and a ballet fiddle.

Dancing swans stop the melancholy of G major,

stand still in the wind,

Pieces of white clouds drifting away.

With Robinson Crusoe,

Praise of Kamen Rider and La Traviata,

with the rabbit with the pipe,

Dreaming of the bluest eyes,

until near dawn,

Run to the next extinguishment of costumes.

Please let me be a nocturnal elf,

Delivery to the soul that dries up in the day.

Please let me party for you,

In this intoxicating, bewildering paradise.

postscript

"I'll give you home, I'll give you everything."

If what you long for is this oath sweeter than honey or spice.

Since what I think in my heart is that my friends will abandon me, since I don’t want to go anywhere...

Then let me hide you.

The face of the girl sleeping peacefully in the white coffin was as white as paper, and those obsidian eyes would never open again.

Amidst the suppressed cries of the noble lady, the funeral house hid the girl and locked her in the coffin

The man in the black tuxedo watched all this calmly, glanced at his little contractor from the corner of his eye, and saw the blue-haired boy's gaze as deep as a pool of water without ripples, "I let go a long time ago..." After the boy sighed, he spoke at the funeral. The end is to turn around and leave, which makes the demon extremely satisfied with the growth of the master.

But turning to the coffin, the corpse placed in the girl's eyes still carried the fluctuation of the soul. The cause of death was very simple. It was gradually weakened by the power of the demon's pupils. The handsome deacon nodded his head in thought. His weakening began at the end of Xia, and the process was completely visible, weakening his vigilance little by little, so that he could not question her identity.

But everything so far is so coincidental that it looks like a game that has been carefully planned long ago, but it is extremely meticulous and there are no mistakes.

Something flashed in the demon's scarlet eyes, and in the next second the master shouted, he regained his smiling mask.

Even Margaret back then, didn't she have the same experience?

Am I worrying too much...

The arrogant Grim Reaper watched the funeral in early spring with a smile, and waited quietly. When the last visitor, William, arrived, he spread his hands and sighed to express his powerlessness.

The young man's face turned red in an instant, he worked desperately to achieve the same status as the man in front of him, and to take back his sister after having the same strength...

Obviously so hard.Just wait a little longer.

I promised her that one day I would stay with her without working overtime.

Girls don't have a thousand years to wait for him to grow up.All this was buried in the earth.

Only the silver-haired man still went his own way.

Isn't this great? The 12-year-old Dorothy has not yet opened her eyes and looks plain. As long as you find a female corpse with a similar appearance and put the girl's eyes that were dug out and buried in the loess, it can be easily covered up, so the real girl It can be hidden carefully by him.

The runestones that concealed her appearance made everyone, including William, think that the girl was just a 12-year-old child, but they didn't know that the girl's face was more beautiful than the original paleness, and the soul breath that belonged to the god of death was mixed with the devil's pupils. Very difficult to tell.Eighteen changes in the female college, given time, even if the child comes out again, how many people will recognize it?

In order to further refine, he even forcibly interrupted a section of Dorothy's carousel and buried the body together.

So no one saw Dorothy after that, yes, no one saw [her]

Like a never-ending drama, this game started with suspended animation.He cut everything off, and the queen was carefully placed in the corner of the board.

In order to minimize the danger in front of the devil, but also for selfishness.

The silver-haired man looked up at the gray sky and said "well".

Anyway, this is something Xiaosheng has long thought about~

In the empty cemetery, he lowered his head, his blue-gold eyes reflected on his smooth black nails.

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