full-time nanny

The moon on Meteor Street is very big and round tonight, so it is also very bright.Even without torches, the road can be cleared. Under the hazy moonlight, those garbage mountains become lovely and friendly.It still stinks, but I'm used to it.

And my regret is that under such a beautiful day, no one can enjoy it with me.The person who can watch the moon with me is gone.

I cremated Hakema's body just three hours ago.

Hakema is an old man in his 80s. He likes to pretend to be tender, and he always uses his telekinetic ability to make himself a few decades younger and then attracts others.He is old and disrespectful, he is my master.He likes beautiful women, and also likes the moon and stars on Meteor Street.

I came here through time travel, and the reason for time travel is very cheating.I met Hakema when I was desperate and almost starved to death with no one to know.My soul entered the body of a 15-year-old girl, who was a few years younger than I was.It was Hakema who took me in. He said that he wanted to find a girl who was not too ugly to take me in as an apprentice on a whim.

And my luck probably exploded at that moment, and I became his only apprentice.

He read to me, taught me how to be a qualified Meteor Street person, taught me to study, taught me the ability to rob and fight, which I would never have learned in the Celestial Dynasty, and the ability to endure hunger and fight.

After becoming Hakema's apprentice, I have to write a diary every day. I don't need to write much in the diary, even if I only use a few words to describe my mood today, the format is very simple.But even that bored me to death, I don't like to keep a diary, I find it troublesome, and I was beaten by Hakma for it.After I got a broken rib, I never bothered with the diary again.

And now, three years later, he's dead.It's a normal death, it's time.

I can finally stop keeping a diary, and he won't teach me anymore.

It would be a lie to say that he wasn't sad, the moment he closed his eyes, I was so aggrieved from crying, and I couldn't help but burst into tears.

I'm not sad, I'm just reluctant.

People always have to look forward, and life is still going on.If I can't go back to the Celestial Dynasty, I will stay here, and good things will always happen if I live.Before he died, Hakema said, if I want to go out to Meteor Street, I will scatter his ashes on those garbage mountains, and it will be considered a complete return.

I don't think I'm going out for the time being, and I can't bear to scatter his ashes on the garbage so soon.

I know where the world I travel through is, and I have read some of FJ's full-time hunters.This is a world with a high mortality rate, especially in Meteor Street. It is not only necessary to prevent other people's sneak attacks, but also to resist the erosion of diseases.Living is not just talking, it must pay the price of blood and sweat.

"You've been holding the urn and looking at the moon for hours."

The childish and hoarse voice came to my ears with a little coldness. I looked down from the garbage mountain, and the moonlight outlined the outline of the child's face.Those long and narrow eyes that were as cold as snakes flickered with an unknown light, his face was slumped, his mouth was drawn into a line, and his thin and unhealthy body was wearing a shabby coat, which looked a little funny, like a mosquito net was hung generally.

Normally I would laugh at him, but now I won't.

"Fei Tan, you don't understand."

I said it like a sigh, and he let out a light snort from below, as if he disdained my sad appearance.

"People are dead, and it's useless to hold them. You will only be laughed at by him for your appearance."

"Then laugh at it."

"Tch, I owe him this, and I will pay it back to you now."

Feitan took out a piece of crushed flat bread from his coat pocket, he threw the bread over with his hand, I held the urn with one hand and caught it with the other.Although the bread was pressed a little misshapen, it was fresh.This is rare.Instead of thinking about how the young Feitan got this piece of bread, I unpacked it and ate it.

Hakema had given Feitan a piece of bread a few months ago.It's that simple.Sometimes this Meteor Street is so small, you will encounter spiders casually.He is not very familiar with Feitan, nor is he completely unfamiliar.Occasionally can also say a few words, but not close.

I looked at Fei Tan who turned and walked away, only to realize that he was limping when he walked, and his leg must have been injured.

The people on Meteor Street seem to be unafraid of pain when they come back again. They don't even blink if they are injured, bleeding, missing arms and legs.Probably not only the people on Meteor Street are like this, but this Hunter World is like this.

"Fei Tan, would you like to be with me?" I asked quietly, maybe having a companion is not such a bad thing.Whether he is a future spider or not, I don't really care.

"I don't act with cowards. You're not usually like that."

There are always times when people feel sad, and you also have times when your bones are broken.Without further persuasion, I replied, "Then I wish you luck. The bread is delicious."

After saying this, I ate the remaining bread, and then jumped off the garbage with the urn in my arms. Feitan didn't speak again, and his thin back cast a deep black shadow under the moonlight.I turned around and ran in the opposite direction from him.

Hakema has a small dilapidated brick house, although it really doesn't look like a home, but it can provide shelter from the wind and rain.I went back to the house, and the traps arranged around the house were not touched, which means that no one came to patronize.Back in the house, I lay on the hard bed with the urn next to the pillow.God bless me to dream of Hakma tonight.

Despite my bedtime prayers, I didn't dream of Hakema.Instead, I was woken up by the movement outside in the early hours of the morning. The sound was not too loud, but it just made my five senses sharper.I immediately got out from the back door of the house, turned to the roof to observe the surrounding situation.

Through the moonlight, I saw a middle-aged woman with a child in her arms.It's just that she fell into the trap I am ambush, her feet were entangled in the rope, and she couldn't break free.My thoughts are attached to the rope, and I can't cut it with a normal knife.The woman showed a panicked look, she couldn't read, she was just an ordinary person in Meteor Street.After making sure there were no helpers around, I whistled.

The woman looked up at the roof in panic, and let out a trembling cry.

"What do you want to grab?"

The woman probably knew that she was not my opponent, so she confessed honestly: "I am hungry, there is nothing I can do. The child also has a high fever and is about to die."

There was some pleading in her voice, but I didn't hear much anxiety.The kids on Meteor Street say they are worth money, but they are also worth money, and if they say they are not worth money, they are also worthless. It depends on what others think.Hakema left today, let's get some virtue for him to go to heaven.

"I can only give you a few bags of milk and a packet of biscuits. I give them to the children." Jumped off the roof and approached the woman.I found that the child in her arms had flushed cheeks, shortness of breath, and scalding hot air, and he really looked like he was dying.

Hearing what I said, the woman showed a surprised expression, and she quickly thanked me.I asked her to wait outside the house, then went in to get food and came out to give it to her.

After getting food, the woman ran away with the baby in her arms.

In order to survive the winter, I grabbed some more food and used it, along with Hakema's share.

But he is gone.

Back in the house, I started to feel that something was wrong.Maybe it's my intuition as a woman, I always feel that something is a little strange.

Yes, I heard faint shortness of breath, and a continuous coughing sound.It's not far from my house.In order to confirm that my ears were fine, I went out again.

So, in the cold moonlight, I saw the child lying next to the garbage.This child was held in the arms of that woman just now.I can almost think of what happened with my toes. The woman probably thinks that the child cannot be saved, and the food is a waste, so she might as well eat it all by herself.

This thing is too common, oh, I happen to be the only one left.

fate?

I picked up the child, very light and thin, and looked like a ghost who hadn't eaten meat for a long time.They were all skinny, and their eye sockets were sunken.

I thought, I traded a few bags of milk and a box of biscuits for a child.

The author has something to say: Hello everyone!Happy Halloween!I made a hole with my hands and claws restlessly!Visually, this is a long story, without any profound meaning, just love, hatred, hatred, dog blood, and Su Xiaobai's essay.

It is still No.1, and please give me your advice.

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