During the rainy season, the town is much quieter. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The street is still full of people coming and going, sometimes encountering things worth celebrating or festivals, even if the sky is gloomy as if the next second will bring a downpour, it still can't stop the hot atmosphere of the street traffic, but even so, more or less, it still makes many people feel inexplicably quiet, always feel that there is something less than usual, but not feel lonely, just feel that there is something missing, that's all.

The sound of neat steps gradually attracted the attention of pedestrians on the street, and from the other end of the street, there was a neat procession, men in gray rough armor holding spears and swords, as guards around the outer layer, such a group of people, at that time was just ordinary knights, without too many complicated institutional divisions, belonging to the predecessor of the Moonlit Night Knights a hundred years later.

But it was still the direct agency of the state responsible for guarding the people of the territory and arbitrating criminal crimes at that time, and in the eyes of the people at that time, that exclusive clothing style seemed to be synonymous with a kind of deterrence, and it must have been necessary to send knights to protect it, not ordinary comers, so people scattered to both sides to make way for this team.

The speed of the procession was unhurried, and people could see the figures walking inside the procession more clearly, it was a group of people dressed in strange costumes, loose clothes shrouded their bodies, as if they were wrapped in a huge cloak, the hem of their clothes was held on the ground, and the part of the hat that seemed to cover the heads of those people was all inside, they all raised their arms, and each of their hands reached into the sleeves of the other side, as if they were performing an unknown salute, they bowed their heads and moved forward silently.

And in the center of the procession, there was a splendid and gorgeous sedan chair, carried by seven or eight strong tough guys, and the brightly colored curtains covered it, and only a vague figure could be faintly seen.

"Hey, this team looks unusual, there are quite a few people sitting in it. The man leaned against the wall of the street, watched the procession walk by, and said to the owner of the open-air stall next to him, through the gap in the crowd ahead.

"It should be, the people who are protected by that group of people must be very important people to the country, and I don't know what they do," the boss responded while sorting out the goods on his shelves, and the time for setting up a stall on a rainy day was also forced to be reduced, "But why did they come to our remote town, this group of so-called big people is really incomprehensible." ”

"I'm going to the neighboring bigger city, and ordinary people like us must not be able to figure out what people sitting in high positions think about every day, and I just hope that we can make our lives more peaceful thanks to them," the man shrugged, "Boss, you want to collect the stall," the man looked at the goods on the stall that he hadn't had time to collect, and suddenly thought of something, "Ah, I said why I always feel that something is missing lately, and that guy didn't come to make trouble on the street today." ”

"Who?" the boss was stunned, "Do you say it's that evil stinky boy, hmph, it's better if that bastard doesn't come, and I can finally do business without worry, I'm really thankful that he didn't come out to steal my things and kick them on my shelves," the boss shouted hatefully, and the thought of a notorious bad boy made him angry, and his stall didn't know how many times he was killed by his poisonous hands," But also, it really seems that it is rare to see him come out to make trouble recently, forget what he does, it is best that he disappears forever, I don't know what is the point of this kind of disaster to stay here. ”

"Also, I made my child cry last time, and I haven't had time to settle accounts with him, so it's better not to see him again," the man also remembered the bad memories and took a sip, "I really don't understand what this kind of person thinks in his head." ”

The man wiped his foot on the ground, wiped away the phlegm he had just spit out, and then looked up at the middle of the street, and suddenly heard a cacophony of voices from the crowd in front of him.

"Hey, what's going on?" the man squeezed in curiously.

"Look over there, this team is also weird, and there is an empty lady," said the passer-by with a smile, stretching out his hand to the back of the team, "I can't understand the thoughts of the people above anymore, everything is mysterious." ”

"Probably for some special reason. "Someone said.

The team is still marching, the crowd is arguing more, there is more than one sedan chair in this team, at this time the second sedan chair is also carried through the center of the street, on the gorgeousness and production, the second sedan chair is obviously not as luxurious as the first sedan chair, but it can still be seen that sincerity, can make people feel weird, through the translucent colored curtain, there is no figure inside, it seems to be really an empty sedan chair, no one rides, or there is actually a child of a dignitary sitting inside, it just so happens that the child is sleeping in it so it covers the figure？

"Ah, can't you walk slower?" someone suddenly cried out angrily.

"I'm sorry, I left in too much of a hurry. The response turned out to be a nice girl's voice, which made the man stunned, and the man just wanted to say, "It's okay to pay attention next time", but found that there was no one standing around him, he looked around, and saw a thin back in the flow of people unhappily and slowly, and the shabby cloak she was wearing to keep out the rain threw a dark brown shadow in the air.

It's also to see the excitement, passers-by thought.

At this time, in the narrow alley on the side of the street, Dracula suddenly sneezed.

Did anyone scold me? He thought to himself, but he had always done a lot of bad things, and there were countless people who cursed him every day, and he hadn't seen himself sneeze at that time, and if he had been scolded once, he would have been exhausted by the infinite sneezing.

"You won't be caught by the rain. Dracula muttered casually, rubbing his nose and jumping off the pile of stone bricks, holding a position that made him feel uncomfortable, straightening a broken cardboard on top of his head, the rain dripping on top of it.

He didn't have the money to buy a cloak, so he had to pick up cardboard and the like to keep out the rain, and although he had a smug physique and was fine running around in the rain, he couldn't let Fina get wet with what he gave him.

The notebook that Fina gave him was placed on the stone brick in front of him at the moment, and he borrowed the stone brick as a table, and wrote and drew on the notebook to review the new words and phrases that Fina had taught him a few days ago.

Since then, it's been half a year, and that book, it's been more than half full, dense, he cherishes this book very much, so he doesn't want to leave any empty space, but according to the speed of his learning, this book will actually be used up sooner, all of them, he still hides from Fina, secretly writes on the ground with branches, and the book presented is the result of his good enough writing, he took it to Fina, hoping to get praise from the other party.

"Ah, no, it almost rained. Dracula panicked and hurriedly moved the position of the cardboard to cover the top of the notebook.

The bell rang, Dracula subconsciously turned his head, and looked out of the alley, and it happened that there was a gap in the crowd in front of him, and the empty sedan chair passed in front of him, and Dracula saw the golden bell falling on the proud son.

It's so noisy, he thought to himself, but he felt that it had nothing to do with him, and he wasn't interested in anything outside, so he was ready to bury his head in the study.

"Yo, boy, long time no see. A tone that made Dracula feel familiar, unfriendly.

At the mouth of the alley, there were three or four more figures, blocking Dracula's view of the outside, and they blocked it, so Dracula was completely trapped in this semi-enclosed alley, a few steps behind was a high wall, the walls on both sides were smooth, and no matter how vigorous an ordinary person was, he couldn't get to the other side of the wall.

Here it is again, Dracula thought to himself, it is the gangsters who can be seen everywhere in the old neighborhood, they sometimes go to the center of the city for recreation, although Dracula is in a sense the same kind as them, idle, and has done a lot of disgusting bad behavior, but these gangsters gathered together do not accept Dracula, so they often come to find Dracula's stubble, inevitably a fight, but now Dracula has changed a little, the moment he sees the gangsters, he is no longer as ruffian as before, and he is still thinking about practicing the best words with complex strokes, and he goes to Fina to write to her at night, so at first he wanted to run away directly, but the other party's intentions were obvious, and they directly blocked Dracula's way.

This is Dracula's life for the first ten years, he is like a beast walking on the edge of the world, in normal society he is an outlier that everyone rejects, even in the territory where the evil party gathers, he is not regarded as a kind.

"There's nothing to meet. Dracula replied coldly.

"Ah, what is your attitude? You are a waste that no one wants, who will remember you as a person? We kindly remembered you and came to see you, and you put on such a posture for us?" One of the gangsters at the front suddenly pulled down his face and shouted, "By the way, have you forgotten the last time you smashed my brother's head with a stone? You have offended people, and you dare to be so arrogant!"

The commonplace topic unfolded, Dracula squinted at the figure in front of him, the first few people had already walked into the alley, and then more heads shook out behind them, and sure enough, the few people who stood at the mouth of the alley at the beginning were not all of them.

For Dracula, such words, such tones, had already made his ears thick calloused, and he stoned his brother's head, right? There are so many people who have injured themselves, and in their own eyes the gangsters are the same, there is no distinction, they are all guys who come to the door and need to be repaired, sometimes the other party is menacing, and there are murder weapons such as sticks and knives in his hands, and it is not an exaggeration for him to use a stone to assist his combat power, since the other party can hurt himself with a knife and stick without scruples, then why should he cower because he smashed the head of a fault finder with a stone?

Anyway, he is a guy who is not watched by anyone, even if he dies in a garbage heap in a corner one day, no one will know, so this is also the willingness of those gangsters to choose themselves as the target of catharsis, in their eyes, they are a godsend sandbag, even if they miss, no one will appear to ask for compensation or anything.

In a world where you can't beg anyone for help, you can only pick up a rock and throw it in the face of the guy who rushes at you!

"Yes? I don't remember," the other party's aggressiveness did not affect Dracula's slightest change in mood, and Dracula said casually, "I have killed so many guys who make me as disgusting as you, do you want them all to come over and recognize who your brother is one by one?"

"You!" The gangster who spoke first was obviously a guy with a few catties of oil and water in his stomach, and he couldn't help but rush forward after two sentences, but he was held down by the arm of a person who came later, and the bright knife was tightly grasped by the gangster.

"You're the one who's always making trouble on my turf?" The tall man walked out of the gangsters, obviously dressed a little better than the others, the placket on his chest was open, revealing the tattoos inside, he should be the boss of this group of gangsters, who seemed to have his own means of making money, and had earrings on his ears that didn't know how low the gold content was.

The knowingly inquiring tone made Dracula amused.

"It's not me who makes trouble, it's the guys on your territory who have to find me to do it," said Dracula, "Do you think I'm just like you, and I have to find someone to fight and play with when I have nothing to do." ”

Dracula himself doesn't know why, this time is different from the usual every time, in the past, the gangsters came to the door, and the other party provoked a sentence or two, and he couldn't help but punch him, but now these people who have nothing to do are once again rushing in front of him, he suddenly feels bored, whether it is every word said by this group of people, or what they are doing at the moment, or they themselves, they are extremely boring.

Suddenly, he felt tired of his old life.

"Yes, but everybody has heard that there's a cancer in this town that gives people a lot of headaches, he always does bad things, he goes wherever he goes, and everyone hates this guy, they hate this guy, they wish he was gone, he's the worst guy, it's you," the gangster leader laughed contemptuously, "If that kind of thing is an act of looking for trouble, then it should only be done by you, a tumor that everyone hates." ”

"You're right!" he laughed, coaxing all the thugs present, and the thugs echoed each other, laughing so loudly that Dracula felt a little irritated in his heart.

He glanced at the notebook that had not had time to take away on the stone bricks, and looked at the crooked or slightly working words he had written on it, and his mind flashed back to Fina explaining the meaning of the words to herself.

It's so good, that kind of time, in that small room, not bright lights around her, the girl and herself are crowded next to a table, the girl explains the words for herself, writing in front of her eyes one by one, and then the girl sits at the table and reads, yes, when the girl reads, it is so quiet, as if she is in a different world, let Dracula look in a trance, and then he doesn't go back to his head to continue practicing calligraphy.

The sound of wind or rain came from the window, knocking on the window, and the soft moonlight passed through and hit the two of them, quiet and reassuring.

Dracula looked at the bunch of men standing in front of him, each of them was taller and burlier than himself, and even held murder weapons, although he was not afraid of them, but like this, he wandered in the deep well alleys like rats and ants, repeating day after day with other people's scolding into false smiles on his face, constantly swinging his fists through the life of one after another surrounded by sharp weapons, such a life, he suddenly felt that it was enough, he didn't want to, and he didn't want to swing his meaningless fist anymore, he didn't want to anymore, and shuttled through the streets where no one cared about him with a sad smile。

So, does that person really care about me? She taught me to read, she gave me a smile, she allowed me to sit next to her, study or be in a daze, she would even divide half of her modest dinner with me, and she would talk to me, even if I didn't know how to talk to people.

The malicious figures swayed in front of him, and Dracula's eyes drifted, seeing the cold light exposed between the swings of their clothes, either inserted in his belt or behind his back, a murder weapon with no temperature or emotion.

If you do it yourself, it's another vicious battle as always, dragging your flesh and blood alone, shuttling through one sword and fist after another, you can live until now, and you still really admire it.

Dracula suddenly felt tired, physically and mentally exhausted, and he wanted to leave this depressing and irritating place now, so where to go? Go there, go to her house, she said I could go to her and practice calligraphy, if I brought a notebook, a pen and questions, she would welcome me in, even if it was just to teach myself to read and write.

At this time, use the words that he first learned, Dracula thought to himself, and Fina said that learning words will be useful one day, although he himself does not know when it will come in handy.

So Dracula took a deep breath, and under the ridicule and gaze of the thugs, he took off the cardboard and put it on his notebook, and bowed his head to everyone.

The thugs were all stunned, not knowing what trick this kid was going to do, could it be that this bent over and hanging his head was a weapon stuffed into his legs? Everyone moved their hands to the weapons they were wearing, and some of them had already exposed the sticks behind their backs.

"What? do you have anything to refute? If it's a bad ear, I'll repeat it for you," said the leader with a laugh, "a stinky little imp that no one wants." ”

If you have a misunderstanding with someone or have done something bad to someone and want to solve the problem peacefully, you might as well take the initiative to say this word to someone first......

"I'm sorry. Dracula said.

The gangsters were stunned, they didn't understand which one of the troubles was coming, this was not the right script with their thoughts? Shouldn't they clench their fists viciously or pick up a stone and hit it, but they lowered their heads and were silent for a long time, and finally held back such a sentence of "I'm sorry"?

"What's going on with this kid today? Stupid with his brain hitting the wall?" said one of the thugs who had apparently confronted Dracula many times, "and said I'm sorry to make me look like a civilized person, which is really uncomfortable." ”

The leader also looked down at the boy who bowed his head and apologized in front of him.

"I'm sorry," Dracula repeated again, "I have something to do, can you let me go." ”