Rain

After an unknown amount of time, I woke up in a daze, and we were approaching an island.The island was filled with a dark purple mist, which was indistinct, and a silver moon hung in the sky, creating a dead silence.The coffin ship stopped on the shore, and floated ups and downs on the sea, but stopped moving forward.Hawkeye stood up from his seat, took a step, and stood on the rocky beach in a flash.He stood there and glanced at me coldly: "Follow me."

I looked at Hawkeye standing 20 meters away from the boat, then looked down at the dark water, dispelling my sad idea of ​​spending the night on the boat.

I gritted my teeth and slid into the water while supporting the side of the boat.Because it is near the shore, the current of the sea is very quiet and there is no undercurrent.The cold sea water in the middle of the night made me shiver. I tried my best to ignore my slightly numb limbs, stepped on the water vigorously, and swam towards Hawkeye standing in the distance.Gradually, I was able to touch the soft sand with my toes, and I quickly got on the shore and stood beside Hawkeye.The cold wind blows, I sneezed and rubbed my nose.

Hawkeye's expression didn't change at all, his eyes were as cold and sharp as ever, he just threw the thick cloak over his head and face, and snorted coldly: "Weak." I ignored his sarcasm, wrapped myself tightly in the cloak, and curled my lips .What happened to the weak?I have never been ashamed of being weak, not everyone needs to be crazy strong.

Following behind Hawkeye, we walked into the misty jungle.The dark dense forest covered the moonlight, giving it a gloomy look.I pursed my lips and quickened my pace, trying to keep up with Hawkeye.This forest gives me a very bad feeling. I always feel that there is something wandering in the dark night, staring at us maliciously.I felt a chill run down my back and my scalp was numb from the weird sight.I trotted and followed beside Hawkeye, only then did I feel that those malicious gazes were lessened.

My face turned pale, please don't come out as a ghost, please... The deep pain is still fresh in my memory, which made me shiver, and my body trembled lightly in reflex.Hawkeye glanced back at me because of my abnormality, but probably just thought I was afraid of the environment or feeling cold...

I finally walked out of the woods, and there was an empty space in front of me, but the building was... I was slightly dazed, looking at the ancient and desolate castle not far away, and stopped, with a slightly trembling voice: "Excuse me, that is... "

"My house." Hawkeye didn't turn his head to look at me, but just stared ahead and continued to move forward.

So eerie, apparently abandoned and haunted is your home?My throat was so dry and hoarse that I couldn't make a sound, my legs were shaking slightly, but suppressing my fear, I forced myself to take a step and rushed to Hawkeye.No matter how scary, staying with the only living person is king.

They say that the ghosts of people with yang energy will stay away from them.Hope he is.

Hawkeye easily pushed open the huge wooden door, creaked, and stepped into the castle.Most of the decorations have decayed and faded, covered with thick dust, and there are no traces of people.He walked up the stone stairs with old carpets in a familiar way, and I followed him into a room on the left wing.

Hawkeye snapped his fingers and lit the candlestick beside him.Candles with orange flames provided little light.The room is also thick with gray, with a bed with dark curtains in the center, and a dresser and solid wood wardrobe in the corner of the room.One side is a floor-to-ceiling glass window, through the thick dust attached to it, a faint silver moonlight shines in.

"You sleep here." Hawkeye raised his chin expressionlessly at the bed, then turned and walked away, so fast that I didn't even see clearly.I stared dumbfounded at the empty doorway, grabbed my cloak, and turned to look at the dusty room, feeling chills.It's okay, I hypnotized myself, and walked into the room with a candlestick in my hand. Ghosts and ghosts don't exist in the first place, they are just the imagination of the world.

I put the candlestick down on the bedside table and saw a thick layer of dust on the thick bedding and pillow.I threw the pillow on the floor and turned the thick quilt over.I took off the quilt that was not covered with dust, put the quilt inside up, took off the wet long-sleeved trousers, and left only my underwear. I wrapped myself in the quilt and curled up on the bed.It smelled very heavy, but I didn't care, I just curled up in a ball, pulled the quilt over my head, closed my eyes tightly, and isolated myself from the darkness.

I don't know if it's because of closing the eyes that other senses become more acute.From time to time, there was a strange howling sound from the wind outside the window, which made me tremble.The wind was blowing in this old castle, and down the long corridor, the wooden door creaked and rattled, and occasionally there was a weird flapping sound, which made my hair stand on end.

I carefully lifted the single corner of the quilt and looked around the room.Nothing moves but me.I breathed a sigh of relief, a gust of cool wind came, and the candle was extinguished with a pop.I froze in bed, plunged into darkness.There was silence, I subconsciously clutched the sheets tightly, my face turned pale, and I could hear my heartbeat getting louder and faster.Eyes adapted to the darkness, and could barely make out the outlines of objects by the faint moonlight.

I don't know if it's a psychological effect or real, but I seem to hear a long and vague sigh coming from the air.I gritted my teeth, opened my eyes wide, and locked the ceiling tightly.The black shadows flew across the ground quickly, I was so scared that I forgot to breathe, and just opened my eyes wide in horror.Suddenly there was the sound of wings fluttering outside the window, and the moonlight was also covered by dark clouds, leaving me in complete darkness.

The quilt behind me was soaked in cold sweat, and my body was hot and cold because of the shock.If this goes on, I will be driven crazy by my own imagination.I stood up wrapped in a sheet, and walked forward on the carpet covered with a thick layer of dust.The floor across the carpet creaked under my weight, leaving me frozen in place, paranoid.

I poked my head into the dark corridor, took a deep breath to calm myself, and walked out.

Pushing the door open without knocking, I pursed my lips and looked at Hawkeye sitting on the soft sofa chair.A newspaper was spread out on his knees, and his hat was also hung aside, revealing half-length black hair, and raised his eyes coldly.I raised my chin, and said with a stubborn and domineering tone, "Anyway, I'm playing the floor here!"

Hawkeye frowned slightly at me, but I stared back at him without fear, biting my lower lip tightly without flinching.Hawkeye's dark golden eyes seemed to flash a hint of amusement, and he snorted coldly: "As you please."

I was wrapped in a quilt and nestled in the corner, opening my eyes from time to time to see if the uncle was still there.At first he would look at me, but then he ignored my probing eyes at all, and just read the newspaper to himself.And I couldn't sleep so damn well, I finally sat up and scratched my hair, looking at the uncle.

Hawkeye was wearing a baggy white shirt, casually took the glass on the long table, and drank the dark red liquid in it.

I thought of the speculation I made on the boat not long ago, and my heart suddenly skipped a beat.The gloomy castle, pale complexion, elegant manners, red liquid...

My hands on the quilt were tightly tightened, my eyes widened slightly, and my voice hesitated: "What are you drinking?"

Hawkeye glanced at me and said concisely: "Wine."

My eyes did not fluctuate, and my tone was very cautious: "What is your name...?"

Hawkeye glanced at me again and didn't speak. I can understand that sharp look as if you talk nonsense again, I'll cut you off?

"Hawkeye, it's just a nickname given to you by the world." I insisted stubbornly, "I'm asking, what's your name?"

Hawkeye put down the newspaper, remained silent for a while, and finally said his full name in a flat tone: "Dracula Mihawk."

I subconsciously covered my neck, flinched in the direction of the wall, and said with a small trembling voice, "My blood doesn't taste good." Hawkeye seemed to realize the crux immediately, and his eyes twitched without a trace , expressionless, with a suspiciously long pause in the sentence: "...I'm not a vampire."

I looked away, looked at my toes, and continued to fall into self-hypnosis, repeating in a low voice: "The evil spirits disperse, the evil spirits disperse, the evil spirits disperse..."

Uncle Hawkeye picked up his newspaper again and snorted coldly: "Boring."

The next morning, I didn't know whether it was because I was frightened or because I had a cold and had a fever, so I was in a daze.

In this way, I stayed here for a while until I recovered.

Until one day, Hawkeye put on his feathered wide-brimmed hat, stuck a black knife behind his back, and glanced at me: "Follow me."

I tilted my head suspiciously, but followed his footsteps.

The author has something to say:

Anyone with eagle eyes?Uncle Ying didn't write about collapse... (cautiously)

If you guys want to watch it, maybe I will write about the uncle who loves to get along with each other during this time ~ no guarantee ~