Hunter · Petty Citizen and Bandit Leader

, you should be more gentle when you actually do it, weeding, planting vegetables and watering, everything can't be rushed, didn't the old man tell you, impatient..."

"I can't eat hot tofu in a hurry, I know." I interrupted the old man's nagging words and let out a breath. I think I've lost my mind again to come to the old man's side to listen to his nagging words.

"If you know, make some for the old man. You are responsible for the water and weeds in the vegetable field today." The old man put the kettle aside bluntly, took a small stool, and picked a shady place closer to me. Sitting down, I waved the fan I didn't know where it came from, and fanned it.

"Tell me, something unpleasant happened."

"I've already said it's over..." I pursed my lips, frowning in displeasure.

I don't know if the old man entrusted me with the dishes from this place, or if he was guessed about something.

In short, unhappy is true.

"If you don't, be gentle, the old man is crying! Did you hear that!" Through the straw hat, a fan came over.

Not painful, but a little pantothenic acid.

I probably forgot to take my medicine when I went out today, eh!That's right!Otherwise, I have been so stupid so many times!

I remained silent, and the movements of my hands became gentler, and I moved my lips for a long time: "I went to the amusement park today."

"Amusement park? Oops! The sun came out from the west, and the girl actually knows to go out to play!" The old man slapped his knee when he heard it, and said jokingly.

But when I raised my head slightly and showed fierce and troubled eyes, I even waved my fan: "The old man didn't say anything, he didn't ask anything, the girl continued."

He swears seriously, his bright eyes are not cloudy like an old man should be.

It was a strong breath of gossip.

He was curious about who pulled the world's number one house girl out, so he had to praise it.

"..." I frowned and struggled, and under the old man's eyes without a trace of impatience, I said with some discomfort: "I saw a lot of parents pulling their children to play there, they are so childish."

"...Because seeing an adult pulling a child to play, I feel childish, so you came back?" The old man asked with wide-eyed eyes in disbelief.

"...Hmm." I lowered my head, grabbed the grass, and acted rudely again.

"Hahaha!"

Hearing the old man's loud laughter, I raised my head angrily, stared at it viciously, and shouted angrily, "What are you laughing at, old man?!"

"Old man, I'm laughing, Ah Ze from the fat boy's family is really cute and twisted!"

"It's fine to be well-behaved! Use cute and twisted things for yourself!"

"Cute and twisted are only for you girls. The old man is quite old, what do you use those words for?" The old man somewhat understood the reason for the girl's temper, stretched out his hand, and pressed the little head with the straw hat.

"You should be more happy at a young age. A precocious appearance will make the fat boy lose fat."

"The boss is so fat, it doesn't matter even if you lose a few catties." I curled the corner of my mouth disapprovingly, and even if I lost it, it will grow back in a few days. trend.

"Well, speaking of it, the fat boy's weight is really worrying. Well, it's probably one hundred and eighty to ninety catties." The old man withdrew his hand, touched his chin, recalled the boss's figure, and estimated a figure.

"It is 210 five catties, and there is still an upward trend." I reported an accurate figure.

"Oh! You're so fat! No, I have to lose weight. If it grows longer, the seat on the bus will collapse, and it will turn into a ball going downhill. Rolling all the way is not a problem! Oh, it saves the road." The more the old man said, the more he felt that he was right, so he patted his thigh and applauded!

"..." I remained silent, don't let me join this kind of topic, I always feel an inexplicable sense of joy, it must be an illusion!The old man won't make jokes about his boss...

"Happy?" The old man glanced at the gloomy young girl whose pupils had dissipated.

'...'

"Girl Aze, remember, what a person gains, he will also lose something. There is nothing in this world that can be gained without being lost. Similarly, what is lost first and then gained must change a person's life."

"Aze, you are still young and don't understand. This world is fair. As long as you pay, then you can get what you want."

After the old man finished speaking, he stopped talking, picked up the small chair and left, leaving only me in the vegetable field.

I lowered my head, the shadow of the brim of my hat hit my eyes, and the gloom that had been lightened emerged again, and even deepened.

Fair, pay to get what you want?

The corners of my mouth pursed tightly. I clenched a handful of grass blades and pulled them out suddenly. The soil splashed all over the ground, and even landed on the straw hat, dancing, and finally rolled down to my heels.

For me, fairness and giving are bullshit!

No matter what I do as a ghoul, human beings will accept such a different kind, and this is the one who must be punished if we are not of our race!How many ghouls who wanted to become ordinary people died in the hands of human beings. They even ate human food that made them weak for the sake of being 'ordinary', but didn't they die in the end? ! !

So... not fair at all!Pay far more than what you get, even pay this life!

Different ways of living, different worldviews, and different ideas.

Just like threads, they are messy and intertwined. Everyone stands on different threads, and it doesn't work to cut any one.

So... what was wrong?

People, things, rules, or the world?

The old man didn't know that his own words aroused the gloom that the girl calmed down. He can't be blamed for this. His world is different from A Ze's. have witnessed.

The old man is like peace, and Aze is Zhan Luan. Letting a person living in Zhan Luan understand the thinking of a person living in peace is simply a joke, a big joke!

The old man still remembered the appearance of Aze when he came to the coffee shop at that time, and he was not as bright as he is now.

Gloomy, gloomy, like a cloudy day without the sun all year round, a gray piece.

The old man didn't know Aze's past, and he didn't know where she came from, but the darkness made him feel distressed when he couldn't see his granddaughter all year round, so that incident happened.

Time can change a person, this is what he has always believed in.

Sure enough, under the baptism of time, the gloom slowly disappeared, and a bright corner appeared. In fact, this is just a girl who makes people feel distressed.

He treated her like his own granddaughter, and taught her wholeheartedly to let her see the other colors of this world clearly.

One year is neither long nor short, but it is enough for the old man to see some signs.

A girl who yearns for warmth but runs away from it.

No one knows what she is contradicting and resisting.

He couldn't bear to ask, worried that it would remind her of sad and painful things. Everyone always has little secrets that they keep hidden and don't want others to know. He has no right to ask. She yelled, "Girl!I have said it several times, insomnia cannot be refreshed by coffee!not good for health! '.

He also didn't know that the girl's world was forced to be broken into pieces and reassembled. The original colors were gone, but the remaining colors made her go crazy.

Time can't wear away those scars.

It was entrenched, waiting for another heavy blow, shattered and crumbled.

This is her world, a world destined to be incomplete.

Daily articles (14) [edit]

What color is the sky?Blue, white, or nothing at all?

Having suffered from insomnia again, I was sitting on the handrail of a high-rise building, my bare feet dangling, my hands resting on the cold concrete, my body leaned back slightly, my head held high, looking at the half moon hanging in the mid-air, scattered everywhere A few stars.

I stretched out my hand, and the pouring moonlight fell on my pale and slender fingers.

The texture composed of lines, deep and light interlaced and hovering in the palm of the hand, constitutes the so-called 'numerology'.

I looked at the hands under the moonlight. Just like what the dwarf said, these hands are not reminiscent of bloody red,

like his hands...

Those hands that look like a pianist...?

Indeed, when I think about it carefully, those pairs are indeed very beautiful, after all, they have tempted my appetite.

It's just that the pieces he plays are more real and beautiful than real pianists.

Touching, but also hidden murderous intent.

The more Kuroro Rushiru thought about it in his heart, the more inexplicably familiar he felt.

He and I have never met, so...

I held my head up, squinted my pupils slightly, put my slender white fingers between my lips, opened them slightly, exposing the tip of my pink tongue, and lightly licked my fingertips.

The taste... still exists, and the bud on the tip of the tongue seems to have remembered the sweetness.

Remember just to taste more, more of these flavors, if so, that's bad, I don't want to be a picky foodie, and this bone in front of me is not easy to chew.

I sighed slightly, and regretfully put down the fingers between my lips.

'Sa' short and subtle sound.

I moved my eyes slightly, and saw a short man standing on the balcony, so seeing the familiar face, I raised my paw and said, "Yo~ good evening, sir."

"The leader asked you to go there." The gloomy, slender golden eyes stared closely as if they were catching prey.

His voice is very hoarse, and I prefer Kuroro's calm elegance to this hoarse voice.

Head?Instant realization.

"Where is it?" I asked him.

"Just keep up and you'll know."

A very concise sentence, he doesn't want to have too much with her