August 2nd, this weekend.

The next thing is that it is difficult to write, not as ignorant as before, but too much coldness in the thoughts that make it difficult to sift out.

If you put aside these boring interfaces, the real reason is reluctance, and reluctance to let the full of attachment just fall on this lonely piece of paper.

"Blowing snow, can you borrow a diary? I want to keep a little diary. Chen Wenxing looked at the destroyer blowing snow as it sat quietly, hoping to get a little insignificant help.

"You are my Admiral, and my diary is yours." Fuyuki obediently pushed the delicate and neat diary in his hand in the middle of the desktop, but did not open the combination lock.

"I'd like the Admiral to brush my hair, though." Finally, Blowing Snow Sauce returned to Chen Wenxing's impression, still so naughty.

"Okay."

Chen Wenxing really couldn't refuse such a request, and he was a little clumsy in arranging his hair a little messy, or such a fascinating long sky blue hair, but this simple elementary school girls' school uniform was not worthy of such good natural conditions.

"Admiral, you have to braid your hair."

"Okay."

I didn't think that I would have to learn how to braid girls one day, forgive the craft is really rusty, the finished product is not very good-looking, but it is still okay to go out.

Xiao Fuxue also fulfilled her promise and opened the diary and said, "Admiral, please." ”

"Okay, thanks." I'm still not used to some tiresome etiquette, but this is a requirement for blowing snow, and it's only one day, so as her admiral, she should still work hard.

diary

On August 2nd, the weather was good.

Once the pen moved on the natural paper, he couldn't stop, and his mind went back to some time ago.

He knew about the existence of the ship's mother, and this kind of magical life born from people's beautiful thoughts generally invited him, even if it was just such a small destroyer, a schoolboy.

I'm sorry, it's a shame to say it, the process is no different from online dating, a little different is that this strange network seems to only be connected by voice.

He is also very stupid, he actually believes everything stupidly, as a fledgling young man, eighty percent of them are the kind who have to help count the money after being sold.

"I thought of that house."

I don't know when it started, barely surviving in that hut, and after all this time, I can't help but have a little affection for it.

At least it had sheltered itself from the wind and rain, and the broom it had worked so hard to weave might have been overwhelmed, and it didn't do its job perfectly when it cleaned the room for the last time, and it didn't end up in the trash, just quietly leaning against the green lacquered wooden door that had existed for many years.

After all, he is about to leave, and there is no need to be too harsh on such a crippled body.

The tiny electric light cannon, which had been hung from the ceiling by wires, still covered every part of the room with its dim color, and it did not live up to his imagination, it was more dim than ever.

It wasn't until he was about to leave that he realized that this cottage had never had any feelings, and perhaps only retained a trace of tolerance, willing to let the guests who had been here for a long time leave a trace of life.

Why not?

He never seemed to have any affection for the extraordinarily dilapidated little house.

It wasn't until parting that he decided what to say to the little house, after all, he had been here for a long time.

Dear Cottage,

I'm going to be a lieutenant, probably something you've never heard of, an inexplicable profession.

You don't have to worry about whether I've been cheated or what, it's something I'm willing, after all, I've always been alone, and you don't want to say a word to me, and there's nothing worse than that.

Do you know the ship's mother? A strange life that can shoot naval guns and can cast **, some people say they are a kind of war machine, but I think it's just a cute girl.

I'm really embarrassed, it's a bit embarrassing not to have a girlfriend.

Your former guest: Chen Wenxing

It's not a shame to have a girlfriend, but I think I should find one, after all, I'm starting to run for three.

"Admiral?"

"Huh?!"

"You seem to be thinking of something weird."

"Amount"

I forgot that the ship's mother can know people's hearts, and she covered her face .jpg

"Do you know what I wrote?" Chen Wenxing gently closed this particularly precious little diary, looked at the bouncing little blowing snow, and couldn't help but want to remind it.

"Alas! Don't jump too hard, be careful when your head hits the ceiling. ”

"Oh!"

Little Blowing Snow was bouncing on the somewhat sloppy bed, and she didn't have any intention of stopping.

"What did the Admiral write?"

"I'll see."

Chen Wenxing, who came back to his senses, realized that he didn't seem to be telling such a sad thing to a little girl, and if he wanted to listen to it, he should listen to it interestingly.

"I'll tell you another story, the day I met you." The Admiral began to tell the story to the destroyer (funny).

Those who have never seen the horrors of the deep sea always have the extraordinary courage to see the absolute charm beyond the land.

After putting on the exquisite clothes presented by the moonlit night, the deep sea atmosphere is more and more obvious, that is, the black trench coat with more classical workmanship, and a little silver light can highlight her deep style.

The people marched from the dark depths towards the shrine of worship, and after successfully floating above the surface, the dark black heels with propellers gently landed on the surface of the sea, and the silent crisp sound echoed in their minds.

That's the sailing foot of the deep sea.

But before her delicate body could be displayed in the moonlight, the black steel tentacles entangled her from the depths of the sea, and the steeled ship suit spread over her body little by little.

Her eyes were blindfolded.

Her mouth was tightly bound.

She's only the lowest level of the deep sea, if a beast roams and sneaks in the night.

She wasn't free, her weak strength and consciousness made her unable to control her ship's outfit, and the huge suspense turned into a giant steel fish that bit her in the mouth.

This is the destroyer from the deep sea, the embodiment of evil and evil, born in the hatred and fear of people, from the instinct of the body to tell her mission.

The meaning of her birth.

That is to destroy everything in sight.

Her first target was the humble reptile not far away that still had the courage to slowly squirm on the silver-filled sand.

She felt the purity of life and flesh, which was what she hated the most.

Therefore, the nascent and somewhat fragile naval guns opened fire on the shore, vowing to smash the sightly thing on the spot.

Therefore, Chen Wenxing was stupidly lying on the beach, so frightened by the artillery fire that he couldn't even escape.

That is, he was lucky to be met by Blowing Snow, and saved this bold ordinary person, but Chen Wenxing told Blowing Snow that he was here to meet with a netizen, and that netizen is also a ship girl, whose name is Blowing Snow.

This is the so-called process of meeting netizens.

"You know the rest of the story." That's it.

"Stupid Admiral." Fear was written on Blowing Snow's little face, and he gave his own admiral a hard punch.

"Stupid Admiral, don't run to such a dangerous place next time."

"Okay."