you turned on the love game

"I want to be a hunter in the future."

During the gap between learning the ability to read, Abaqi and Hisoka stood on the balcony together to blow the air, and told each other their goals on a whim, "The head of the troupe wanted to become a hunter at the beginning, but failed."

"I want to accomplish this goal for him."

"Oh--"

Hisoka rested his chin with one hand, not very interested.

Abaki thought that Hisoka didn't understand the profession of "hunter", so he explained all the hunters of different professions, and finally said with regret: "It's a pity that other people in the troupe don't have the talent to learn to read..."

Speaking of this, she suddenly thought of something, and turned to Hisoka and asked, "By the way, Martha is also learning the ability to read...you can communicate with her if necessary."

"Martha is amazing."

Hisoka bit his gum, thinking of the woman who dared to speak to him in that tone, a sneer curled up on the corner of his lips.

"Okay..." he said, "I'll keep an eye on her."

The performance in this city has ended, and everyone packed their bags and prepared to go to the new city.The schedule for the past two months has been very busy, all of which are preparations for the Royal Graham show.

"Royal Graham Performance..."

Held on the stage of the Gramm Hotel, which can accommodate tens of thousands of people, it can be said that it is the largest performance in the Eurubian Continent so far.

Once there, success means becoming a world-class top entertainer, and it is the dream stage for all those who are engaged in performing arts.

The troupe received an invitation from Royal Graham to perform half a month ago, and the time is set for February, which means that they will present themselves in a large-scale performance in one and a half months.

It was a great opportunity to be famous all over the world.

For this reason, they have been traveling to various cities in the mainland to prepare for the performance in February.

It was late when you came out of the shower, and there was almost no one in the hall except Jessica and her partner Master.The two of them were sitting in the corner of the sofa, holding a magazine and talking in a low voice.

You went to the table behind them and poured a glass of water, and when you turned your head, you happened to see the contents of the magazine——

It is a very beautiful wedding dress.

You opened your eyes slightly, and then smiled knowingly.

Putting down the water glass, walked over and asked, "Are you two getting married?"

Jessica trembled from your fright, then stood up abruptly, and stammered, "What, what marriage? Just take a look!"

Master glanced at Jessica and then at you, as if he didn't quite understand what's going on, but said honestly: "Jessica said that we don't make enough money... we have to wait."

The cheeks of this girl who always spoke bluntly flushed instantly.

"Stupid! Why did you say it all!"

"Huh? Can't you say it?"

"Okay, I'll tell everyone after the decision is made!"

She acted coquettishly towards her partner.

Looking at her, you suddenly think that the housekeeper sister who is going to get married in the second year should be doing well now, right?After all, her management ability is outstanding, and the Moreau family will definitely keep her to work.

Thinking of this, a gentle smile appeared in your eyes, and you whispered to Jessica, "Isn't that getting married soon? Congratulations."

They look at each other and smile and thank you.

Jessica: "Well, well, thanks..."

Master: "Thank you, Martha."

You don't bother them anymore, and you're ready to go back to your room after drinking the water.

Before leaving, he looked back at them. Under the warm orange light, the two figures cuddled together, feeling a little drunk.

The next day, you read in your room while Meritonio goes to check in for the group tickets he needs to travel to the next city.

After a while, there was a regular knock on the door, followed by a familiar soft voice: "Martha, it's me."

You were a little surprised, got up and opened the door: "Jessica?"

She walked into the room lightly, closed the door, pursed her lips, glanced at you secretly, and lowered her voice: "That... will you come to my wedding then?"

It's the first time you've seen Jessica like this, the corners of her lips slightly curled up, and she smiled and said, "Of course it's okay."

You thought she was worried that no one would attend the wedding, so you simply called her to come and sit down, and then winked at her: "Don't worry, everyone in the troupe will come to attend."

Jessica was silent for a few seconds before replying, "I know."

She doesn't know why, but she is six years older than you, but somehow she can't put on the airs of her predecessors, obviously she wasn't like this before.

——When did it start?

It seems that it was the second day Yasuda left the troupe.

Jessica looked tense with her hands on her knees.

She looks at you, her brown eyes shining brightly: "But... I want to invite you first."

You are slightly taken aback.

She paused, and said again fluently: "Martha, I want to be the first to invite you... Thank you for your affirmation, this is the first affirmation I received from someone other than Master .”

"That's important to me," she said softly.

The vagrant life after escaping from the orphanage gave her a sharp temper, which can ensure that she and Master will not be bullied by other vagrants, but such a temper is not suitable for living in a big family.

The mild-mannered companions in the troupe will tolerate her, but those who are equally irritable will easily quarrel with her and accuse her of being mean.

In order to get rid of this problem, she once did not speak for a week, but finally failed.

She knows that life is better now than it was in the orphanage.

Just occasionally, occasionally.

She also wants validation from others.

Jessica opened her mouth, but in the end she didn't express these feelings, but said to you seriously: "You must come when the time comes."

From the corner of your eye, you caught a glimpse of her fingers clenched tightly on her clothes because of nervousness, smiled helplessly, and said softly, "I will go."

Watching her cheer up because of your answer, you suddenly realize that it's just the beginning of the year: "The city where I grew up has a New Year's celebration, when everyone draws beautiful patterns on their faces."

"They call this 'tim e'. "

You said to her, "Jessica is going to get married soon, and according to the custom, a silk peach is painted on her face, which symbolizes perfect love."

You once painted the housekeeper too.

Now you look at this kind woman who puts her trust in you and takes out a lipstick brush instead of pigment from the makeup box.

"Let me help you draw."

She looks more nervous than before, and when you painted her face, she didn't even move, her eyes stared straight ahead stiffly, and she blinked slowly for a long time, so as not to disturb you.

You were so teased by her reaction that your hands almost trembled, and you quickly focused on the movements in your hands without looking at her expression.

"All right……"

Jessica looked at herself in the mirror, held her breath subconsciously, turned her head and excitedly said to you: "It's so beautiful, I won't wash it off!"

You burst out laughing.

She put her face in her hands and looked in the mirror for a long time, staring at the beautiful silk peach on her face, her eyes suddenly widened.

"I just said why it looks so familiar...I've seen it before! Isn't this the New Year's celebration custom in Moligu City?"

Your movement of packing up your things suddenly stopped.

Then turned to look at her.

"That's the next city we're going to, Moligu."

With your slightly dazed expression, Jessica happily said to you, "It turns out that Martha grew up there!"

The air suddenly became quiet.

Even though it was daytime, the orientation of this room was also doomed to not have much sunlight, and the dim and narrow room was only illuminated by a small lamp embedded in the wall.

The flickering lights reflected in your dark eyes.

Like a flame in the night.

Just when Jessica was wondering if she said something wrong, you slowly laughed: "Yes..."

You hear yourself say, "I grew up there."

When the airship landed in a familiar city, your mood was unexpectedly calm, and you even smiled and said to Jessica who kept peeking at you, "That's right, it's here."

The troupe quickly found a place to make an appointment, put the important performance props in a unified place, and then met in twos and threes to plan to visit the city and buy some daily necessities by the way.

You're familiar enough here that you don't need to be with someone, and you're about to leave and see someone waiting outside your room.

"Abach?"

You are a little surprised, there is very little communication between her and you except for learning the ability to read, "What's the matter?"

She hesitated for two seconds and asked, "Martha, can we go out together?"

His eyes looked down at the ground, with a tangled look.

You can tell by her expression that she probably has something to say to you in private, so she closed the door with her backhand and agreed with a smile: "Okay..."

A few minutes after you left, Jessica came knocking on the door, and the group members standing around shouted to her: "You are late, Abachi called Martha away, they have been away for several minutes!"

Jessica frowned: "I was only a few minutes late!"

The group member scratched his head and said, "There's nothing you can do about it."

Then he smiled and said to her: "Jessica, the pattern on the face is very beautiful, did you draw it yourself?"

The angry expression on that face immediately melted like ice and snow in spring. She took out a mirror and looked at it. The pattern was still intact, and then she laughed happily: "Martha helped me draw it."

"The painting is great, it suits you very well!"

"I think so!"

She was so angry that she was interrupted and couldn't get any more angry. Master was called by Tonio to carry the performance props, so she had to go out by herself.

Jessica turned around and wanted to go back to her room. On the way, she met Hisoka who seemed to have just woken up, and said to him out of kindness: "Hisoka, remember to go out and buy the daily necessities you need."

Hisoka, who had gotten enough sleep, was in a good mood, eyes half-opened lazily, the corners of his lips slightly raised, "Okay, thank you..."

Just when they were about to pass each other, Hisoka suddenly raised his eyes and saw the pattern on Jessica's face, and gorgeous flowers bloomed wantonly in front of his eyes.

At that moment, his eyes suddenly sank, and a dark and unclear emotion welled up in the depths of his pupils.

He had only seen this kind of painting once.

"Your face..."

He blocked Jessica's path with his hand.

The young man's exquisite facial features seemed to be covered with a thick layer of shadow, and the bright golden eyes had a strange sense of darkness against this layer of shadow.

He stared at Jessica.

A cold smile appeared on the corner of his lips:

"what is it then?"

Jessica was suddenly stopped by someone, and she raised her eyebrows and almost got angry, but she was stunned when she turned her head and saw Hisoka's gloomy eyes, and there was an inexplicable chill behind her: "Martha helped me draw "Tian Hui". "

"Ma, Sha? It's her again."

Hisoka lowered his head and laughed a few times, with a strange twist in his tone, "Speaking of...why don't you go out with her, don't you have a good relationship?"

It's normal for someone else in the troupe to ask this question.

But if Hisoka came to ask, it would be very abnormal.

A strange emotion suddenly rose in her heart, she subconsciously wanted to get rid of Hisoka as soon as possible, and her tone was not very good: "Martha grew up here and is very familiar with it, don't worry about it."

After speaking, he turned around and left in a hurry.

Hisoka stood where he was, with serious eyes.

A frightening smile spread from the corners of his mouth almost to the ears.

"Hehe...so that's how it is..."

Numerous coincidences merged into an absolutely impossible truth at this moment. He raised his face slightly, and his narrow eyes seemed to be condensed with biting frost, which was dark and cold.

"Got you."