The girl pushed open the window, a slightly cool wind came in, the air in the room was much fresher, and after some cleaning and tidying, there was no trace of dust floating in front of her, and the house was completely new. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

As the girl said, she was not rich, and she could not even afford to live in a normal house, so she had to huddle in such a dilapidated storage room, but after taking care of it, it finally became eye-catching, and the white skin of the surrounding walls had turned slightly yellow, leaving more cracks, and in some places it had even peeled off, revealing that the part inside was not made of cement or stone, but some brownish wood, which had gradually become damp, and had black and green colonies.

The girl felt bad, so she let the boxes and cabinets be placed against the wall to block the scars of the house, and there was a small window on the wall opposite the door, and the girl liked the feeling of being covered by the faint moonlight, so she placed one of her round tables under the window, half of the table was occupied by stacked books, and the boy also knew the girl's habit of reading.

In the end, the boy ran out into the wilderness, and according to his experience and memories of more than ten years of crawling and rolling in this area, he picked up a lot of flowers and plants that he thought were beautiful, and placed them in the four parts of the room according to the girl's wishes.

The boy, or now Dracula, is casually sitting on the leg of the round table, resting cross-legged, although he is very confident in his physical strength, but for the first time he helped the girl do most of the day's work, after everything is processed and idle, the tiredness inexplicably wells up, he looked at the back of the girl standing in front of the window, thinking about whether he should say something at this time, the two of them are silent in this room, the atmosphere is quiet and makes people feel itchy.

But he has never had experience in communicating and contacting people, let alone with girls, at this time, it is natural not to be embarrassed to start with what kind of words, and then how to go on smoothly after that, what kind of words are not suitable for girls to say need to be avoided...... A whole bunch of doubts were like a sailor knot tied to Dracula's heart tighter and tighter, and the more he thought about it, the more panicked he felt.

"I'm sorry. Dracula thought for a long time, and could only squeeze this sentence out of his mouth.

"Why do you apologize?" the girl turned her head to look puzzled.

"Because I'm late today, you said you've been sleeping on the box and it's uncomfortable, don't be angry with me......," Dracula said, his momentum shrinking.

"I'm not angry at all, so don't keep worrying about such a trivial matter," the girl smiled bitterly, "I said it myself, and I will sleep on the box until you come, even if you don't come, I will sleep uncomfortably, and the mistake is all the trouble I found for myself, but I want to thank you and be willing to help me." ”

"Oooh. Dracula nodded.

The atmosphere suddenly returned to that uncomfortable quiet, Dracula wanted to crash to death on the table leg at the moment, let him stay stuck in this tangled and embarrassing atmosphere, it is better to let him go out and fight with the street gangsters, even if it leaves a little scar, it is nothing, at least he can vent his emotions and stress.

He suddenly felt that it seemed to be a long and bumpy road to learn to communicate with people and truly integrate into a normal society.

"Fina, my name. The girl suddenly spoke and broke the silence.

Dracula looked up in a daze.

"I mean, my name is Fina, and you can call me that," the girl chuckled and repeated Dracula, "if we don't know each other's names, we won't be able to communicate." ”

Is this the case? The boy thought to himself, he didn't have a name, let alone the name of anyone, or he had survived for more than ten years, of course, the kind of life that he had never had a deep communication with people, he thought, could it be that knowing each other's names is the beginning of the relationship between two people?

"Fina, how do you write those words?" Dracula scratched his face in embarrassment.

So Fina ran briskly, flipped through the books on the table, and somehow took out the paper and pen from that corner, and took Dracula's hand to herself, while she took the pen and wrote the two words seriously.

"Did you see it?" asked Fina, tilting her head.

"Understood," said Dracula, his memory and learning skills were surprisingly good, but he had never received a higher education, and was in a state where he had never carved jade covered in earth and stone for 10,000 years, "plus last night's, I know five words now." ”

"You've memorized it all last night, come and write it for me to see." Fina looked pleased, shoved the pen into Dracula's hand, and said this as she called herself a teacher.

Dracula took the pen, feeling similar to himself as he was gesturing with a branch on the dirt floor, and awkwardly held the pen and wrote down his name crookedly, he paused, and wrote down the name he had just learned on the paper.

"That's great," Fina smiled and scratched Dracula's head, "I said, do you want to come to me every day to learn how to write?" ”

"Write?" Dracula thought for a moment, "What's the use of learning to write?" "For him, even if he can't read, he has been here for more than ten years, and he doesn't think that learning to write can be of any use, but Fina said that he can come to her every day in the future, which makes Dracula feel good.

He himself has not yet realized, and he has always been alone, and he has gradually become a little dependent on this girl who has just met.

"Well, it will definitely be useful, maybe you haven't had the opportunity to use it before or now, but maybe in the future," Fina pulled one out of the stack, "for me, the greatest use of knowing words is to be able to read." ”

"Book?" Dracula took a book, looked at the square and not thick thing in his hand, and bound it with dozens of sheets of white paper sandwiched in leather, he opened it, and was immediately dizzy by the dense incomprehensible text inside, "Is there anything interesting about this kind of thing?"

"This kind of thing, when you are literate, you will know," said Fina, and rummaged through the cabinets, and took out a new notebook and pen and stuffed it into Dracula's arms, "Take this, this is one of the few last pen and paper I have, I will give it to you, and I will write on it in the future, and I don't have to scratch the ground with a branch." ”

Dracula looked at the two extra things in his hand blankly, feeling heavy, as if this should be a thin book, stuffed with things, at that time he couldn't tell what was stuffed, he just nodded vigorously at the girl. It was only then that he came to understand that it was something that would warm his heart, that he would be willing to put together all the response, that he had always treasured by his side, that even if the pages were broken and yellow, they were treated like treasures, and that it was something that could destroy his tear ducts when he was alone again after many years.

"It's a notebook, she gave it to you, she's important to you, so that notebook is just as important to you. Lyle asked.

"It's a book that uses a rope to tie a bunch of white paper together.,In fact, that book is not bought on the market.,Because the edges of each of his papers are uneven.,Like a pile of useless paper cut out of the blank part of the self-made.,At that time, it wasn't an era when you could say that you could make money.,Everyone lives very simply.,I have nothing at all.,She doesn't have much money.,I didn't think much about it at the time.,Later, I realized that it was actually made by her own hands.,But I didn't want to use it.,It was given to me.,So it's more and more precious to me.。 The old man said.

"What's the best of that book?" Lyle turned his head to look at the old man, and saw the silhouette of the old face, as if it had been sharpened by a sharp carving knife, leaving behind the unforgiving and irrepressible loss of time.

"I have been in the inner pocket of my clothes, close to my chest, I have asked someone, when I die and bury me, don't take it away from me, it is an important thing that cannot leave me, I will take it with me and be buried in the ground, even if it is submerged in the darkness of the ground for ten thousand years, with it, I feel that someone is with me. ”

Lyle choked up, for the old man, it was really like the existence of a life's guardian talisman, but the old man in reality died, and the book was buried underground with his corpse through his last wishes, but his own consciousness that was sealed into the knife by the old man's own hands could no longer touch it, even in his own illusion, he could create thousands at will, but after all, he couldn't reach the one who slept with him underground, that was the only one, which contained the epitome of the old man's past time and all his feelings and nostalgia。

That book,It should have become,It's more heavy.,After all, there's more stuffed in it.,As each day passes,,There's more thoughts in it than the same amount of time.。