Non-empty flowers, fragrant dust barriers, cold color and cool face, recognize the appearance.

It should be the curtain call but it is the opening, in fact, it is the opening of the curtain call.

A hanging flower, hallucinatory pomp.

Above his head are the dilapidated lamps abandoned by time, few but not careless, he still remembers the shining light promised in those years, so he avoids the dazzling and hides the cold appearance of life.

In this way, can it still be said that they are lonely and invisible?

Scattered smoky makeup, natural and pure gorgeous jewelry, silver quenching with crushed snow and fireflies, and splendid slit royal cheongsam...... Without the deliberate creation of these additions, "it" is still quietly open, and the small dwelling world is generally graceful and lonely, without that feeling--life is still waiting.

The broken branches do not know how to retreat, and the maverick vines follow the sleek worldliness that also does not know how to climb, trying to be self-sufficient, lying on the ground and caressing the stable soil.

The point of common possession, like the end of fireworks, but without the splendor of fireworks, not unprecedented but unprecedented, will remember, replace the nightmare, and the insincerity of the tsunami will be left behind.

When Shaliye arrived at the abandoned house, such a picture spread out in his field of vision.

Like a blue flower, sad and about to melt, Gu Xiaoxiao knelt there, and her Garo-colored hair fell down like falling into a cliff, covering her face, leaving a tragic scene that seemed to be a collapse.

So, all he can give is gaze.

You don't need to go back in time, just take a look at the pair of men and women lying in front of them, lifeless, and everything will be clear.

Didn't get saved. Tiny couldn't be saved.

What's next...... Gu Xiaoxiao.

In fact, I've always been confused, and I care a little too much.

What she cared about was never important, it was for him, for everyone around him in the past.

He is the god of death, so he does not understand the gentleness of human beings, but the small gentleness of human beings does not understand either.

However, perhaps because of this incomprehensible thing, Xiaoxiao became his second moon. And he also loves the house and accepts the uniqueness of the little one in black and white.

Isn't it. Lucifer is just like himself......

And this thing that I can't reach with one hand, I want to embrace with both hands.

****

"Brother."

Shalier saw the woman move slightly at the sound of this call, and was thinking about whether she was going to speak, when Francis's figure shook from the corner of the afterglow.

Rushing to the front. However, the moment he arrived at his destination, he braked suddenly. Frozen there. It was as if a sculpture was standing, but the childish face was full of sadness.

"Y-Why are you here now?" Xiao Xiao suddenly raised his head, staring at him with a deep but weak gaze.

I was hurt. Francis shed tears like a child, even when he witnessed the death of his "parents" because of his brother, he never cried, but at this time, the almost unassuming leakage was out of control.

"Why?! Why? Why are you here now?! Xiaoxiao stepped forward and grabbed the placket of the man's chest, the pain that had been suppressed just now was out of control again, she was angry, because she wanted to feel the man's chagrin, otherwise she couldn't just forgive him for being late.

is such a person, Gu Xiaoxiao has her own set of judgments about right and wrong even if she hears her own accusations, so she may be authoritarian, maybe almost indistinguishable, right and wrong are not clear, confusing the boundary and criminal responsibility, but she still insists on it.

In this world, loneliness is always the most affectionate, if no one wants to understand you, then let me understand you, because loneliness has never been separated from me.

"I'm sorry. It's ...... me."

"He ended up saying, 'Still haven't had time...... 'Do you know what that means? It means 'I want to see you'! He wants to see you one time, one last time! Why do I come here, not because I want to hurt you, just because I want to see you! You idiot! Big stupid! Fool! Big fool! Xiao Xiao thumped the man's chest, and the power was booming, and Shaliye watched in horror but did not interject.

"Yes! I'm stupid! I'm a big idiot! ”

"Do you think he's a bad guy too? He actually really loves you as a brother, and I can feel it just by listening to him talk to himself! Not being good at words does not mean that I have no feelings for you, because I regret that what I did hurt you, even if I did so many wrong things later, it is because I feel sorry for you...... Why do you want to be clever enough to take the blame? Why do you men always refuse to speak out, you must torture each other with face like this, if you have ever relied on each other, even if it is just a shy and restrained feint, I don't think it will be like this......" Xiao cried in defeat, Shaliye heard that her remarks were mixed with other feelings, the woman's inner turmoil at the moment was too strict, and what should he do......

"I know, I know, my brother is a good person, and my brother doesn't hate me." Francis stood there and let himself be repuked by a small force nature, and his roaring voice began to become hoarse, "Mr. Edward sued me, and there was no record file about me in the police station, and then I understood that my brother killed those people and cleaned up the police station and all the people in high society, all because my brother wanted to erase all the people who believed that 'I was the murderer of my own parents', so I wanted to go to my brother, but I didn't expect my brother to come here to find me......"

"Why, Missed ...... Again"

Letting go of his hand, the little lost soul made an accusation against fate.

Pessimistic things are not easy to exhaust, enduring, and boundless.

Jennifer stood by the door, she looked at the man she loved and was crying in grief, and involuntarily reached out to cover her gauze wound, and self-blame came like a tide.

In fact, just now Francis carried himself to his brother, because he saw so many medical supplies and delayed a little time to treat the wound.

If not yourself......

dragged him down, holding himself and having to slow down.

Because the injury could be fatal at any time, he stopped for treatment, but wasted more time.

It's her who will become like this.

Miss it is because of her, and the goodbye between life and death is because of her.

Her eyes suddenly blurred, Jennifer slowly walked over to the man, knelt beside him, and cried out loud, "It's my fault, if it wasn't for wasting time to save me, I wouldn't have ......"

Before he could finish speaking, the "doll doll" was hugged into Francis's arms, "I'm sorry." ”

"It's me who I'm sorry for you."

"I'm not going to let you get hurt again, I'm sorry."

****

Refusing Gu Xiaoxiao's help, Francis and Jennifer carry Spike and Betty to the bedroom on the second floor, put them on the bed, and then cover them with a quilt.

This house, once the secret base of Francis and Jennifer, is also another home for the two of them, a home that they made themselves.

I have fantasized countless times that one day I ran away from home with my brother, and the two of them lived here together, each with their own favorite woman, and then grew old together, when the gray hair was gray, my brother was still so good, and I still liked the dismantling machine, and even secretly pulled my brother's child to stand here.

Today, he begged his brother to give him the ability of "single-mindedness and dual-use", and tomorrow he heard his brother poke his forehead angrily again.

Maybe that's what happiness is all about......

Xiaoxiao stood outside the door frame, looking at the two people who had been staring inside for a long time, and raised his hand to cover his mouth that was about to lose control.

She didn't see that the kitten "Bell", who had been following behind her not far away, had dark blue eyes that turned hot blood red for a moment.

Always witness sad fairy tales too, his little.

The broken camera is crooked and distorted, the world illuminated in the final scene is eroding and decaying, and you are smiling, crying, and then you will still chase for perfection, believing lies and expecting madly.

Scars, are rooted trees; Pain, no return; Then, we are incomplete.

I think it's you, it makes my heart move, it hurts my heart.

We are too far apart, the distance between the sun and the moon, the boundaries between day and night, and I want to see you too much, I want to see you too much......

And this thing that I can't reach with one hand, can I embrace it with both hands...... (To be continued......)