you turned on the love game

Everyone guessed that this young man named Hisoka was attacked by a bandit or something. There were several blood holes in his waist and abdomen, and it was lucky to survive.

You watched your companion carry Hisoka on his back, and suddenly found that his height was close to that of an adult, and he was no longer the immature child in your impression.

Your eyes followed his familiar yet unfamiliar face, somehow, the excitement when you saw him just now subsided a lot.

Damie followed the team a few steps forward, turned around and saw that you were still standing there, and asked strangely, "Martha, what's wrong?"

Your eyes trembled slightly.

"nothing……"

The troupe came to a new performance location and settled in a temporary residence.

Since there was a large-scale performance on the second day, most of the people went to the final rehearsal before the performance. Because of your injuries, Jessica fiercely asked you to stay and rest.

After getting along for a long time, you are completely familiar with this woman's tough-mouthed and soft-hearted character, and you respond with a smile: "Thank you Jessica."

She was choked by you, and the words of the lesson stuck in her throat.

The troupe members standing around immediately booed——

"Look! Jessica is blushing!"

"She just isn't good at dealing with Martha's character!"

"Thank you, Jessica! Thank you!"

"Noisy!"

Jessica glared at her companions in embarrassment, pursed her lips, and turned her head away from you, "Anyway, you rest by yourself."

Then I rushed to rehearsal with the others.

After they left, you didn't go back to your room, but turned and walked towards the corner of the corridor.

There was a makeshift room there.

The interior of the room looked very simple, only a bed was placed near the window, and the recovered boy was lying on it right now.

Thin sunlight poured in through the glass windows, and the flamboyant red hair also calmed down as if in a deep sleep, softly sticking to the side of the neck, and that delicate face seemed to be shrouded in a layer of brilliance.

It looked peaceful and harmless.

Just like that little kid from before.

You stop by the door and don't approach it.Looking at this much mature boy, a strange emotion surged in my heart.

Obviously you entered this round of the game with guilt and wanting to meet again because you kept dreaming about him.

Now it is completely different from what you imagined.

The boy in my memory has an immature face, his height is only about your chest, he likes to sit on a high place and look at people, and he often puts on a mocking face of "I just look down on you".

Only for you is different.

He just looks at you quietly.

He will lazily raise his head after you call his name, and the slightly cold golden pupil when facing other people has a different look when looking at you.

But now...

It's like taking the little boy in your memory who would climb the balcony to find you, elongate, widen, add some strange elements, and recombine it into a similar but completely different appearance.

He won't fall down on the training ground every day, and he won't run over to see what you're doing after taking a shower without washing his hair.

—He has absolutely nothing to do with you.

"..." You smiled slightly, suddenly feeling a little bored.

You folded your hands and put them near your mouth, took a deep breath into your palms, watched the water mist gradually dissipate in the cold air, feeling empty in your heart for some reason.

"It seems to have done something meaningless."

You mutter to yourself in a low voice.

The boy in the room was still sound asleep, and was not awakened by your movement.

You took two steps back, intending to leave here quietly, but just after taking a few steps, you were hugged by the force behind you.

Your heart skipped a beat, and you turned around abruptly.

I can't tell what you are looking forward to at this moment.

"Martha—"

It's Lulu, a girl about your age from the troupe.

She wrapped her arms around your shoulders mysteriously, chuckled twice, pulled you to a place where no one was around, and asked in a low voice, "Did you secretly look at the rescued boy just now?"

You look at her, slowly lowering your eyes.A certain corner of my heart seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, but also felt a little imperceptibly lost.

"Yeah..." You said with a smile.

Lulu covered her mouth and laughed, leaned close to your ear and lowered her voice, "Several girls also went to see it! That boy is very delicate, even more beautiful than a stage actor."

After finishing speaking, she poked your arm gossipingly: "How about it, are you interested after reading it?"

You shook your head amusedly.

Lulu's eyes widened in surprise: "Really? Martha isn't being shy, is she? It's okay, it's not something to be ashamed of."

You stared into her eyes, there was no malice in wanting to explore the secret, just pure curiosity, on a whim, you suddenly asked her: "Has Lulu ever had a pet before?"

"Eh, pets?"

She couldn't keep up with your jumping topic, she tilted her head and thought about it, and said uncertainly, "Probably not... No, it seems that I had a dog when I was very young."

"What's it like?"

"It's white! It wags its tail when it sees me!"

Lulu described to you a lot about how cute that puppy is with great interest, she suddenly reacted, and accused you with her hands on her hips: "Martha, you are deliberately changing the subject——"

"It was discovered."

You rolled your eyes and smiled, then asked again, "Have you ever had a dangerous pet?"

"Dangerous? What kind?"

"Beasts or something."

She was shocked: "It's a lie, right? How can a beast be a pet!"

Hearing Lulu's suspicion, you lightly closed your eyelids, and casually dropped a bomb: "Yes, I have raised wolves before."

"I raised two little wolves before and after."

Lulu: "?!"

She stared at you in disbelief at first, then became excited when she realized that you were serious, and threw herself on you with bright eyes, "What is it like? Martha, tell me, I really want to know!"

"..." You glanced back at the room where Hisoka was sleeping soundly, met the girl's eyes again, and said softly to her, "They are all very good."

"At the beginning, I will be vigilant and mistrust you. There will be a threatening whine in my throat, and I even want to tear a piece of flesh from you."

hiss--

Lulu gasped.

"But after getting to know you, you become very obedient." You gently closed your eyelashes, smiled and repeated, "Super obedient..."

The girl waited for a while, but before you could speak, she let out a dissatisfied "Hey" and pouted, "Then what happened next? What happened later!"

"..." Thinking of what happened in your memory, you said softly, "Later...one of them died, and the other was left behind by me."

Lulu: "..."

Lulu: "??"

She broke down and shouted: "Why! What! What!"

"Shh-"

You raised your index finger to your lips, "Keep your voice down..."

Lulu glared at you angrily, finally held your arm, lowered her voice, and said, "Why did you drop it!?"

You said calmly: "Because I was going to do a dangerous thing at that time, it would definitely die if it followed me."

"I don't want it to die."

She said unwillingly, "Then you didn't look for it later?"

You were silent for a moment, then turned to look out the window.

The bright sunshine covered the whole world. The passers-by on the street were only wearing thin autumn clothes, and some girls who loved beauty even wore beautiful short skirts. No one seemed to feel the cold.

But you feel that the coldness seems to be everywhere, slowly soaking into your limbs and bones, and even the smile you make is extremely stiff.

You smiled and asked softly, "What year is this year?"

She counted with her fingers: "It's 1986."

"yes……"

It's been seven years.

You looked away, and Wen Sheng answered her previous question: "I found it later, but it was a long time later. It has grown up, and it probably doesn't know me anymore."

"How could it be?" Lulu comforted you, "Animals are different from people. Even if you have been away for a long time, I will still know you when we meet again."

You didn't answer, and talked about something else: "And I lied to it before we parted. I said "see you later" and "I will definitely not break my promise" to it, and then it never appeared again. "

Lulu: "..." Condemnation eyes.

She said: "Although animals don't understand...but it's too much to say that you didn't do it. You have to apologize."

"If it understands."

"Ok??"

The breeze blows, and the wind chimes hanging on the beams of the house make a crisp sound.

Your voice is as soft as falling on cotton.

"It will be angry because of deceit, angry, return to the vigilance and fierceness before giving trust, maybe even more than before."

"If you still know me..."

Facing Lulu's puzzled expression, you slightly bent your eyes and showed a brisk smile, but what you said was horrifying.

"Maybe the first thing you do is kill me."

You go back to the room, look at the face in the mirror that is completely different from that of the eldest lady, and then touch the bandaged wound on your forehead, let go of the melancholy in your heart, and smile lightly on the corners of your lips.

"never mind……"

The next day, the troupe was busy preparing performance props. Jessica hurried over and forgot to bring a stack of props. You picked them up and prepared to send them to her.

The performance venue is quite old, and you can hear the creaking and moaning sound when you step on the wooden board, as if it will be broken in the next second.

The light flickers on and off, the old light bulb makes a "sizzling" sound, and your shadow also elongates and shrinks repeatedly with the light.

When you walk to the aisle on the second floor, out of the corner of your eye, you see a person standing by the handrail, and you subconsciously look up.

The red-haired boy was lying on the armrest bored, with a white medical bandage wrapped around his abdomen, chewing gum, and looked coldly at the troupe members who were rehearsing the show below.

There are no patterns of stars and water drops on his face, no gifts from you on his ears, and no armbands on his arms.

Except for the facial features, there is no trace of the past.

—He has nothing to do with you now.

You realize this again with all-too-clear clarity.

As if sensing that someone was looking at him, Hisoka turned his head slightly, and met your eyes—you were still looking at him, and there was nothing familiar in those golden pupils.

The item box in his hand suddenly weighed as much as a thousand catties.

The little wolf who once compromised with you.

Looking at you now as if you were looking at something inconsequential.

The members of the theater troupe downstairs were rehearsing the show in full swing, and the laughter was so loud that the roof would blow off;

The atmosphere upstairs between you is almost eerily quiet, with a disturbing viscous feeling.

Your eyelashes fluttered slightly, and you smiled at him.

Then hold the item box and move on.

Your eyes cross.

Then pass by.

The author has something to say:

This rumor was drawn by the author of Tokyo Ghoul. In an interview with him, Fu Jian said that Hisoka likes to use red hearts when speaking to the person he likes (unfortunately, the text can’t type the symbol now, I just hinted that Hisoka would face the person he likes. Missy will use playing cards of hearts), clubs and diamonds are not regular.

Fu Jian also said that sooner or later he would paint Hisoka and pass it on to everyone. In the blink of an eye, several years have passed! !

感谢在2021-12-1720:51:45-2021-12-1914:51:05期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦……

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mine: 1 double personality;