Killer of this generation

The tip of the knife twirled on the white fingertips with sharp knuckles, and the red apple peel hung down long.Curt lowered his head and concentrated on peeling the apple. His long eyelashes cast shadows under his eyes against the soft light passing through the tulle.

"Still not connected?" He asked lightly.

Beisha shook her head slightly with a bitter face, "No, Finette still doesn't answer the phone."

"Maybe you haven't woken up yet." Curt didn't care much, he turned around and pulled out a few tissues, and then handed over the peeled apple.He had inquired from his elder brother that Finette was currently helping out at a dessert shop near the Sky Arena. If the jet lag was counted, it should have just dawned there.

"Well, I hope." Bessa lowered her head and nodded, then suddenly raised her head to look at Curt, "Curt, do you think Finette will hate me to death and never want to answer my phone again? "

Those deep purple eyes are like calm lake water.

"How come, don't think about it casually." He comforted.

"But, not only did I almost kill her, but I also made her unable to be with Illumi in the end!" Beisha was a little excited.

But Curt stood up, picked up the blanket on the side and gently covered her knees, then bent down, put his hands on the armrests of the wheelchair and looked at her seriously, "You also worry about your own affairs occasionally, okay? "Suddenly saying that he wanted Finette's contact information inexplicably gave him a bad feeling.

Over the past year, nearly [-] days, do you know how worried he is, not knowing when she will disappear, maybe when he closes his eyes and sleeps, maybe when he goes out to buy dinner materials Sometimes, maybe when he turned around to find a blanket for her, he felt that her mind power was getting weaker and weaker, so he tried his best to keep her, and even asked Kuroro for a rabbitstone to brutally increase his mind power supply she.

Really, afraid that she would disappear from his life.

Bei Sha was stunned for a while, and then smiled, "Curt, can you push me to the balcony, I really want to see the sunshine in the afternoon." She gently tugged on the hem of his clothes as she acted like a baby to him.

Curt sighed, but in the end she still couldn't hold her back. Every time she talked about her own affairs, she always played sloppy with him and then changed the subject.

The warm sun shines down, and the hair flutters slowly in the bright light. From the fountain square in the distance, the cheerful laughter of the children and the sudden flapping of the pigeons' wings take off.

Beisha secretly glanced at Curt at the side, with a stern expression and a slightly pale face, she hurriedly looked away, feeling distressed and guilty in her heart.

"Is there anything Kurt has been wanting to ask

I? "After a while, when a flock of pigeons whizzed past their heads, Beisha spoke softly.

Curt gritted his teeth, "No."

Beisha grabbed his hand, which was cold and not warm, "It's really Curt's style to pretend to ignore it when you're bored in your heart." She looked down at the apple in her hand.

"Curte, have you always wanted to ask, why did I choose you over Feitan at that time?"

Curt pursed his lips, but in the end he didn't speak, and Beisha continued talking on her own.

"Because I want him to hate me, to hate me so much that he regrets liking me, and hates so much that he completely forgets me, so I can feel at ease." She turned her gaze to the clock tower outside the square, "One day, he will meet To someone who can always be with him is a better and more suitable candidate than me."

"What about me?" Curt thought for a while, but couldn't help but ask.

Bei Sha raised her head and looked at him, "This is your punishment."

"punish?"

"Yes, punishment. Curt doesn't want me to disappear, but one day I will completely disappear from this world. No matter how much power you lose to me, it will still be useless, because I shouldn't exist in the first place. In this world. Your thoughts only prolong the time of my existence, um, like a word, lingering. So, let Kurt, you have to worry every moment whether I will be there in the next second Disappearing by your side, do you think this counts as punishment?"

"Smart idiot. Do you think I will hate you if you say that?" He deliberately said something that didn't want Feitan to be sad or Feitan to worry to stimulate him. He put his hand on the balcony railing, "No matter what the reason, you choose If I didn't choose Feitan, it means I won."

Bei Sha was taken aback for a moment, then laughed, "It's still a stinking fart."

"Hey, fart king, do you know that the girl in the building opposite has been peeping at you for a long time, and it seems that she has been secretly in love with you since we moved here."

Curt turned his head when he heard the words, and sure enough, he saw a pair of eyes dodging behind the curtain in a panic.

"Cut~ When did you gossip like this?" Curt left the railing and turned around, "What should I do, I'm not interested in foreigners, um..." He propped his chin in thought, "I have to do this to let her Completely give up."

Beisha tilted her head in doubt, and when she was about to figure out what he meant, she suddenly found that the sun in front of her was blocked, and a gentle touch landed on her lips unexpectedly.Curt leaned forward and pressed down.The apple in his hand fell to the ground.

After being stunned for a while, Beisha pushed him away in a panic. "What are you doing!"

br>Curt shrugged, "Ask the question knowingly."

Beisha blushed and lowered her head in embarrassment.

"I'll go and peel you a new one." Curt bent down to pick up the dirty apple rolled on the ground.

As Curt straightened up and walked away, the bright sunlight came down again, "Hey!" Bessa suddenly turned her head and stopped him.

"What?" Curt stopped and turned his head.

Beisha bit her lip and shook her head, "It's nothing."

"What are you thinking?" There was a chill on his cheeks, and Curt's voice came from above his head.

Bessa was startled. She looked up and saw that Curt was already standing beside him holding a water glass. She took the water glass and lowered her head to take a sip of water.Through the rim of the cup, the water wave swayed in the sun, refracting the golden sunlight, and she saw her face projected on the rim of the cup, "I was thinking, the loved one has such an expression."

Ke especially looked away, not looking at her lonely and sentimental expression, "Are you going to disappear?"

"Thank you, Curt." Thank you for being with her until now.

"Are you going to disappear?" He clenched his fists and said the same words.He felt his right hand being picked up by her and gently rubbed against her face, so soft and so sad.

"Good night," she said to him finally.

The flock of pigeons flew overhead again, heading in the opposite direction towards the square. The light dimmed, the blanket slipped gently from the wheelchair, and the world became quiet.

Curt stood in the dazzling afternoon sun for a long time. He looked into the distance, wondering if he had seen a child accidentally fell while chasing a pigeon in the fountain square, and he did not I wonder if he has noticed how many times the hour hand on the clock tower strikes the hour.

It wasn't until the sunset that the fountain square was dyed a rosy red that Curt blinked as if waking up from a deep sleep, then turned and walked into the room.He went straight to the entrance, tore off the rabbitstone hanging from his neck and threw it on the ground, put on his clogs, and opened the door.

The breeze blows up the tulle in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, a wheelchair is placed alone on the balcony, and the thin blanket slid down on the floor, all the last things related to her, he didn't take a last look, the door was closed tightly Closed in front of your eyes.Curt bent down and stuffed a key in through the crack of the door. He knew that he would never come back here for the rest of his life.

Four months later.

In front of the Sky Arena, there was still a lot of voices and traffic.Finette was holding a so-and-so tour group itinerary in her hand, while dragging a suitcase while walking on the street.most

She was stalked by a certain guy recently, so she decided to take a vacation for herself and go on a trip to avoid the stalker's forced marriage.

Melody said that if Illumi's way of proposing marriage was more romantic, she would definitely not be in such a repulsive state of mind now.Is that true?She didn't know, she didn't even know whether she wanted to live with Illumi or not.

At this time, Finette felt a strange movement coming from her lower abdomen, and she immediately slowed down a bit.

"Sister, sister, I'll give you a flower." A little girl jumped off a chair by the sidewalk, ran over stumblingly, stopped in front of Finette, stood on tiptoe and handed over a rose excitedly.

"For me?" Finette felt strange. She looked at the rose and then at the little girl with red cheeks in front of her. "How much?" She thought for a while, and was about to pay.

"No money, big brother said, as long as my sister is willing to marry him, I will give this flower to my sister without money." The immature voice was full of enthusiasm and seriousness.

"Big brother?" Finette immediately turned her head and looked around vigilantly. There are not many people in this world who can teach children to say such threatening words in disguise.Besides, who cares about a flower! !

Finette bent down and showed a smiling face, "My little sister is so cute. I will give this flower to my little sister, okay. In the future, I will meet a very nice and handsome person and be together forever."

"Can you really give it to me?" Big eyes fluttered.

"Of course, sister never lies." Finette pinched the little girl's flushed face.

"But... big brother said it was for sister..."

"Little sister, this flower was originally meant to be given to my sister, right? If I give it to my sister, it belongs to my sister, right? Now my sister gives you my roses again. Is there anything wrong?"

The little girl looked at the flowers, then looked at Finette, thought for a while, and suddenly smiled on her bitter face, "Well, thank you sister!"

"Be good!"

Finette smiled and waved off the little girl.Continue to drag the suitcase and rush to the assembly point. Along the way, Finette thought, if only the baby could be as cute as the little girl just now.At that time, I will change her into different little dresses every day, and tie all kinds of little braids for her.

The more I thought about it, the more excited I got, the more I thought about it, the more excited I was, and accidentally bumped into an old man at the corner.Finette hurriedly squatted down to help.

"Sorry, you didn't fall, did you?"

The elderly granny was quite strong, she stood up with Finette's support, "No

nothing. "She waved her hand and said to Finette, but her eyes glanced at Finette's lower abdomen strangely.

Finette asked hesitantly, "What's wrong?"

"Child!" The old man patted his thigh with a heartbroken expression, "running with the ball is a foul."

"Huh?" Finette froze for a moment, not knowing what the grandma was talking about.football?

"How many months?"

"A few months?" Finette thought for a while and immediately understood, "Oh, the doctor said it's already formed. Huh? No! How did you know, grandma?" It shouldn't be easy to see now.

"Young people do things impulsively and don't think clearly. The daughter's family still needs to find a good home to marry."

Now Finette finally figured out what was going on. It turned out that this old lady was also a lobbyist for Illumi. "Grandma, although I am pregnant with that person's child, I don't want to marry him yet. I know what I am doing, and I will be responsible for myself and this child."

The old man still wanted to continue lobbying, but Finette immediately pointed to the traffic light across the street and said, "Ah, the green light is flashing, I'm going first, grandma, be careful!" Then she dragged her suitcase and rushed out.

Finette took a breath and made a fuss for a long time. Before reaching the meeting point, she was already hungry. "It's all the fault of that guy, Illumi!" She complained in a low voice, standing in front of a coffee restaurant.

"Hi! Are you two?" The waiter bowed politely.

"No, just one." Finette answered casually while looking at the menu intently.

The waiter looked suspiciously at the person sitting opposite Finette, and was at a loss for a while, hesitating whether to ask for confirmation again.

"Both. Please give us a glass of water and a glass of latte."

"Okay, please wait a moment." The waiter made a few quick notes on the paper and then retreated.

When Finette heard the voice, she couldn't help but frowned. She raised her head suddenly, and sure enough, "Illumi!? Why are you here!?"

"A certain woman tried to kidnap my little Yi and escape without permission, can I just let it go?" Yilumi folded her legs, leaned back on the sofa, and unabashedly slid her eyes to Finette's lower abdomen.

Finette swallowed, hugged her belly, and argued, "What a mess, this is my child, my little Fei!"

"Finette, stop making trouble."

"I'm not making trouble, which eye of yours sees me making trouble!" Finette looked at Illumi as if saying, "You are my property, don't you?"

I'm impatient if I want to be willful again." Threatened and intimidated, I was so angry that I wanted to slap a potsticker out.

"I have already told my family about your pregnancy. Mom is very happy and said that she can't wait to see her grandson."

"That's none of my business." Finette replied in a low voice.

Illumi took a deep breath.He told himself to calm down, he has taken care of everything at home, and there is nothing else that can't be dealt with, and absolutely can't go wrong at this joint.He recalled the "three steps of marriage proposal" that Hisoka told him.One, sending flowers; two, the elders' sincere blessings; three, going straight to the point.

"Finette, marry me."

Finette felt her face heat up, she cleared her throat, and looked away, "Who will marry, I haven't decided yet."

"You've been thinking about it for more than a month." If this stalemate continues, he's going to go crazy, maybe he will really do such an unscrupulous thing as knocking you unconscious and carrying him back to the mountain.

"You don't like me, why should I marry you?" Finette bit her lips, her voice could not be more vague, and she didn't know if Illumi heard it clearly.

"Big brother."

At this moment, clogs sounded, and Kurt in black kimono appeared in front of them.

"Curt is back, Mom misses you very much." Illumi looked at Curt who hadn't seen him for a long time, and standing in front of him so suddenly made him feel as if he had grown up a lot.

Curt nodded slightly, and he handed over an envelope, "Bessa said that this letter will be delivered to Finette."

"Bessa gave it to me?" Finette lowered her eyes and asked uncertainly after she settled down.

"Yes." There was no emotion on Curt's expressionless face.

Finette took it lightly, hesitated for a moment, then pulled out the letter paper inside and read it.There was light music playing in the coffee restaurant, and the waiter brought up the ordered water and latte.Illumi pushed the glass of clear water in front of Finette.

For a moment, Finette sniffed and raised her head with moist eyes. "Illumi, say it again. Say you want to marry me."

Illumi froze for a moment, not understanding what was written in that letter that made her say such strange words, but he still said it according to her meaning.

"Well, good. I want to marry Illumi." Finette put a smile on her teary face and nodded vigorously.

Curt looked aside. He could probably guess what Besha wrote in the letter. Now that the letter had been delivered, Curt was about to turn around and leave. Just as he was about to open the glass door of the dining room, Illumi walked over. Called Curt.

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"Brother?" He looked up at his powerful elder brother with long hair hanging down his shoulders.

Illumi raised his hand to pat Curt's head like before, but suddenly felt that it was inappropriate, so he immediately changed direction and patted Curt's shoulder lightly.

"Curt has grown up." Illumi didn't know what he was going to say to Curt for a while.

"It's just that I haven't seen each other for more than a year. What are you talking about?" Curt suddenly felt that he could talk freely with his brother whom he had always admired and even joke a few words.

"Brother is luckier than me." Curt raised the corners of his lips, showing dimples, and turned around after bowing.

"Curt," Illumi stopped him again, and Curt turned his head, "Thank you."

The wedding day was very lively, and Qi Ya, who was wandering outside, also came back, bringing with him a prickly hair and a girl with ambiguous behavior, who he said was his friend.

Although the newlyweds didn't receive many red envelopes, they did send a lot of gifts.All kinds of things used by babies accounted for [-]%.By the way, there was another anonymous gift, but before Finette opened it, Illumi threw it out immediately.

The wedding banquet ended early, because Yilumi's tough attitude discouraged those who wanted to make trouble in the bridal chamber. The so-called toughness is to reach out and shake a handful of nails, and say with a cold face that people with a big belly need enough sleep. Tired and so on.

"Hey, Illumi." Facing the mountain wind, Finette closed her eyes while standing on the balcony overlooking the dry forest below.Illumi hugged her from behind, buried her head on the side of her neck, "I dreamed of Besha last night."

"Really? What did she say?" Illumi sucked Finette's earlobe.

"Beisha smiled and patted my belly, telling me to give birth to a baby."

"That's good." Illumi replied vaguely.

"Hmm...that's pretty good." Finette smiled and nodded, "Bessa, if possible, I really want to see you."

☆, postscript

现在真是有松了口气的感觉，这个关于揍敌客家的小伊和柯特俩人那各自纠七纠八的恋爱故事终于是写完了。Looking back, I probably have been thinking about writing this postscript for a long, long time.Therefore, this epilogue was written before the end of the story. (laugh)

This is my debut novel. I started writing it in January last year. I didn't expect to write it for more than a year.I still remember that when I first wanted to write this story, I didn’t have a very clear context in my mind. At most, it was just because of some fragmentary pictures in my mind about shy kisses or decisive turns or the backs of pigeons. I simply want to write them out and keep them in some form.Of course, this story is unavoidable, more or less with a lot of immaturity in writing and flaws in plot arrangement.I have had the frustration and sadness of "what the hell are I writing, I can't do it, I can't write any more", and I have also had the joy and gratitude of "someone is willing to take some time to read it by the way" (because of the update The speed is always so slow that even the author himself is about to give the middle finger), but at this moment, looking back at the nearly 33 words, it is full of sense of accomplishment and satisfaction. (Actually, there is still an inexplicable sense of boredom.) I think that this story can be written in such a form, I must thank Youyou and her silent encouragement and support.I am really, really thankful. I originally wanted to say a lot, but when I really wanted to say something, I felt that there is no word that can express my heart better than thank you.

In this lengthy story, there is a super precocious face-changing cat, Curt, who loves to pretend to be obedient and play hard (actually, he is just an immature young kid in the inside). When it comes to Curt, almost the whole balance They all leaned towards him, let him be proud, let him be heartless, let him call Beisha back and forth.I still like Curt who was spoiled by the author. As for the reason, I think it is probably because of the condescending and condescending smell of that guy when he faced the girl he liked (he didn’t realize his true intentions at the beginning) Fart strength to the maturity of gradually learning to be perfect, learning to let go, and learning to lower your posture-this kind of psychological growth trajectory. (I'm expressing something, this is a sick sentence, you bastard!)

In addition, Fei Tan, who was supposed to be a side dish next to Curt, unexpectedly received a few "favorite cards", which even surprised me a little.For this reason, a lot of Feitan's appearance rate has been added. (laughs) Is it because I dote on Curt too much, or is it true that everyone generally likes a warm man who silently works behind his back?

As for Xiao Yi——this man obviously exists as the main thread, but now if I want to comment on something, I am actually impressed with a few shots and misfires (nonsense, he has clearly fucked the bed sheet thoroughly, you wait) Be reported!), there is almost nothing else to say.In retrospect, I probably didn't succeed at all in writing an adulthood that was different from the youthful period.

What is the concept of love in the world? (Circle in frustration at the corner)

By the way, there are also two original heroines, Finette and Bessa.There are shadows of some people in each of them, sometimes they don't care, sometimes they struggle and can't let go, and sometimes they hesitate.Neither smart nor stupid.It shouldn't make people think that Mary Su is weak or Invincible is strong.Oh, and, in the first few chapters, Wei Mao Beisha would call Finette "Miss", what kind of stupid setting did I have at the beginning! !Can't take it anymore! (In this case, then you should edit the essay.)

That's it.

I have to say that this story is now over, but it always feels as if the whole story has been staged in a certain space and at a certain time. Probably this is the "illusory sense of reality" that only the author has.hehe.In the end, I have to say goodbye to everyone. Although I may modify the unsatisfactory plots in the previous article, (will I really modify it?), but in general it is finalized like this.Maybe we will meet again in other stories, or we may never see each other again, anyway, thank you for your support, thank you.

Also, let’s make an advertisement at the end. The next story will revolve around the generation of killers who beat the enemy Hakkas. After all, it should be the turn of Qiya and Miji, tsk tsk, it’s called "Hunters of the generation of hunters". the sequel.Next time, I will definitely learn my lesson and upload it for everyone to see after I have enough manuscripts.No matter how you say it, you have to save the manuscript for updating every other day!

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