canary in cage

Loman froze, seeing Cecil's nervous look, he frowned and began to think.

The eardrum on Cecil's heart was about to explode. He remembered the name Regina very clearly. This was his biological sister's name, and his mother kept chanting it in his ear.

As the only child born second, Cecil inherited the position of head of the family from birth, and started studying, even without seeing his sister a few times.

But ever since she found out about this younger brother, Regina secretly came to see Cehir every time, and her mother kept whispering in her ear, so Cehir was very strange to this name and this person profound.

Thinking of this, Cecil's gaze fell on Loman, who was so similar. Loman's light blond hair and blue eyes were so similar to himself, as if they were carved out of a stereotyped board.

But he never knew that there was a third child in the family. When was it?

Cecil was still wondering, but Loman suddenly thought of something, opened his mouth and said, "My sister didn't specifically say that, she just occasionally said that I was a nobleman or something. I think my sister lied to me."

"What nobleman!" Cecil's eyes lit up when he heard Luoman like this.

Loman choked his throat, moved his body backwards, and his double chin was squeezed out: "It seems to be called, what is it? It's been too long, I almost forgot."

Loman smiled awkwardly. Cecil's heart seemed to have been hit hard, his face was a little dignified, and he opened his mouth and said one word at a time: "Kerry, Tees?"

"Yes! This is it!" Luoman suddenly realized and clapped his hands.

Cecil clenched his fists, looked at Luoman in front of him, tears were suffocating in his eyes, he paused, and opened his mouth with trembling fingers like the bottom right of his left eye: "Does she have a red mole here? "

Loman was a little surprised for a moment: "How do you know? You know your sister!"

Cecil gritted his teeth and lowered his head. Yes, that's right. The sister Loman mentioned, Regina, was his biological sister, and the Luoman in front of him was his younger brother.

"How did she..." Cecil clenched his teeth tighter, and his voice was so small that he could barely hear: "Dead?"

In the space separated by people, there were only two people sitting in the middle of the blankets, and the surrounding warm lamps did not work. The two of them were as if they had fallen into a cold cave. They were quiet, and they could clearly distinguish each other's breathing.

Loman shrank his body and buried his head in his knees. After he finished saying that, he felt that something was wrong. The relationship between the two seemed to be connected by something subtle. Together.

"Sister, she was taken away..." Luoman finally said, "It's the strange man who talked to you before."

Cecil was about to ask further, but Loman raised his eyes, his eyes were already red and swollen, and tears were still streaming from the corners of his eyes: "Brother."

Cecil was taken aback for a moment.

"I don't want to talk about my sister, can I?" Loman's voice sounded a little hoarse.

Seeing Luoman's appearance, Cecil didn't ask any questions in the end, so he could only shut up. In the end, Luoman cried first, curled up in the blanket and fell asleep.

In the quiet cabin, the sound of wind and waves constantly came from outside, as if moaning in endless hell, the devil was praying for people to worship them.

Just like the so-called Judgment Day, everything will change subtly, everything should come, everything is arranged.

Fortunately or unfortunately, he was not the only one alive in this family. Cecil leaned against the window and looked outside with his head tilted.

It was so dark that I couldn't see anything, and the large snowflakes fell on the window and quickly disappeared.

It was too short, and in the blink of an eye, everything changed.

Cecil didn't shrink back to sleep, but just sat quietly by the window all night, watching the sun rise above the sea level, and then hang in the sky.

The people in other shops had already started to move around, and Cecil still sat and looked outside until the sun was fully up and there was no fog in the sky.

Cecil moved his stiff body slightly, looking at Luoman who was still asleep, the corners of his dry lips raised slightly.

Maybe it felt good to escape.

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After a while, Neil came over and tapped on the partition next to him, opened his mouth and said, "We have finished the meal, remember to eat when your brother gets up later."

Sehir paused for a moment, his eyes fell on Loman again, then he turned his head to look at Neil with a smile, and said with a smile on his face, "Understood, uncle."

It seems that now he has really become a real brother.

It was almost noon when Loman got up from the blanket. He seemed to have never slept so peacefully. When he sat up from the blanket, his eyes were still open.

"Brother, good morning." Loman opened his mouth and smiled innocently.

Cecil hummed and got up to tidy up his clothes. The buttons alone tormented him for most of the morning.

"Clean up and eat." Cecil opened his mouth.

Loman got up, folded the blanket into small pieces, glanced out the window, and shouted out suddenly, watching Cehir open his mouth excitedly: "Brother, we have arrived in East Asia!"

Cecil was also taken aback, looking at the gradually approaching continent outside the window, the blood pressure on his heart soared to the highest level again.

finally reached.

After lunch, Cecil and Loman stood on the plywood early.

Cecil's golden hair was too conspicuous after all, so the two had no choice but to borrow two hats from the people in the cabin with a thick face.

At first, Cehir was still not used to it, but in the end, when he was approaching the shore, Cehir still put his hat on.

The East Asian continent is indeed much colder than the West Asian continent, and even the snow on both sides of the street is a thick pile.

The snow had stopped, and the sun penetrated the clouds and shone down from the top of the head, shining on this place like a holy light. Cecil took a breath slowly, as if he had replaced all the stale air in his lungs these days .

Loman grabbed Cecil's clothes, like a newborn child. Although he had been here before, the scene in front of him was completely different from what he had come here before.

It seems like everything is getting better.

It was as if everything was blessed by God.

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But today, after Christmas Eve, the West Asian continent seemed to be shrouded by the devil's minions. This was the largest dense fog ever erupted.

Unable to see clearly, and unable to find their direction, the theocratic people have begun to kneel down and beg for mercy.