At night, the stars shine brightly, like a cloak adorned with sparkling gems. Pen Fun Pavilion www.biquge.info Arcanis raised his head and looked up at the sky glowing like a ribbon of the Milky Way, with a few traces of blood, his green eyes reflecting thousands of stars. Looking at the stars, she seemed to fly, from the bondage of the land full of misery and doom, to the stars, carefree in the moonlight, shuttling among the stars. All pain, hunger, anger, and sorrow were gone from her.

Just as she was immersed in the beauty of the starry sky, Christina's whisper suddenly echoed in her ears.

"Did you know that the starry sky after the Winter Veil Festival is the most beautiful scenery in Kazakhstan. ”

The voice was low and close, as if Christina herself was whispering in her ear, and she could even feel the warm and moist breath with the scent of violet, gently brushing her eardrums.

As if pricked by a needle, Arcanis was agitated and stood up. Looking away from the stars, looking around vigilantly, the burning bonfires, the refugees chatting with relaxed smiles on their faces, the father on the hillside telling little Ramon the story of the stars.

No Christina. Could it be her delusion?

The girl with the broken arm sat down, no longer interested in admiring the beauty of nature. Christina, once a familiar and affectionate name, is now like a needle in her heart.

Arcarnes is not a stingy person, let alone a hypocritical person, and she will not resent Christina whether she chooses not to help her because of her belief in the law, stupidity, or votes. She's not like some of the main characters who only survive in big-headed books, who think that the whole world has to revolve around her. In those books, if others do not follow the protagonist's will, the author will jump out and throw the big hat of "ugly human nature, the world's declining society, and the despicable heart" on the head of human beings and society, this ridiculous and thin moral condemnation makes the protagonist like a living clown. ①

Today, however, a resentment arose in her heart for the relatives and friends who had had been skinned.

The girl with a broken arm couldn't help it, took out a crumpled "wanted warrant" from the wide pocket of her cloak, and spread it on her thigh. By the light of the fire, she once again examined her own avatar on paper.

Despite a terrible wound on the girl's face, the beautiful eyes, like a pair of sparkling gems, announce to Arcarnes that the wanted person is a beautiful girl. Her fingers followed the traces of the paintbrush, gently brushing the charming eyes, and there was the innocence of a girl in them. Now, I'm afraid she's lost forever.

It wasn't this one that saddened her the most, but the familiar brushstrokes, and Arcanis was once again sure that the painting was painted by Christina's own hand. She closed her eyes in agony, and the slightest luck in her heart was shattered again. Damn memory, but now it suddenly told her that the whisper from Christina had been said one night, in the back garden of her house, while they were sitting on a bench.

Arcanis' snow-colored eyelashes trembled, and she roared at the "memory" in her heart, kicking it into the sea of memory. But that memory is very stubborn, and it surfaces to bring more detailed memories.

She remembered that they were sitting on a bench and the silver-haired girl was lamenting the beauty of the stars. So Christina gently wrapped her arms around her, and Sakura put her lips to her ear, and whispered, "You know what? The memory was so clear that it reminded Arcarnes of Christina's warm body temperature, the warm scent of March spring, and the faint but charming scent of violet flowers, which entered her nose with a hint of the fragrance of the World Tree.

Suffering.

Tears slowly spread out of the corners of her eyes, and the girl with the broken arm opened her eyes violently, and the tears flowed freely, drip on the wanted notice on her thigh. Every sharp stroke of the pen on it turned into a sharp blade and pierced her heart. Arkanis thought that she would no longer shed tears from that day on.

"It hurts, it hurts, it hurts. Sentimental brains. "Come, embrace strength, grow fangs and claws, and solve all problems with ease, and whoever dares to stand in front of you will be cut in two." ”

Arcanis didn't answer, she rubbed the paper with her tears on it.

"You go. ”

"Oh, you're tempted, you're so lucky, I happen to have a very good package..."

"Let's go! Don't think I don't know! I don't know if that whisper was you!"

"Hee-hee-hee-hee, you're so smart, you're so smart—" Kazkaz's tone changed suddenly, "Damn, you idiot, I want to kick your ass so badly! You are good for nothing! A stubborn idiot with a brain! Just a little soul, is that you are like this? You are about to die, what the hell are you still clinging to? You weak and stupid thing, you really push the limits of endurance!"

"I won't take out a loan. "Especially if the other party is a businessman who engages in deceptive marketing." ”

"Oooh! "Do you want to know, what is your dear sister Christina doing at this time?"

"I don't want to. ”

"Then I'll tell you. ”

"Shut up, you disgusting worm!"

"At this moment, the flower of Kazakhstan, the most beautiful violet in the world, your good sister Sister Christina. He was sitting on that bench in the back garden, dressed in a formal backless dress. Kazkaz's tone sounded very angry, "Her eyes were blazing, and she looked adoringly at the man beside her, your dear cousin Flogisa, whose disfiguring hand rested on his slender waist. Oh, I remember you've seen the strength of that waist. Soon Frogissa will enjoy that powerful little waist as well. ”

"You think I'll believe it?"

Arcanis was rather calm.

"You have to believe it. "Several black beetles flew out of the night sky and landed in front of Arcanis, forming a regular hexagon. The girl with the broken arm stared at the beetles that could not have appeared in winter, and asked, "I heard that there were several black beetles at the scene of Derek's death. ”

"I killed it. It said lightly, "Just because I'm locked up in your body doesn't mean I'm powerless against the outside world." ”

Although Arcanis had already been mentally prepared for Kazkaz, a powerful being of unknown origin and beyond common sense. But hearing his words, she still felt a chill rise from her feet. How much influence does Kazkaz have on the outside world? What can it do? Can it ventilate? What is its purpose? She shook her head, dispelling the anxiety.

"I know what your intentions are. ”

Arkanis understood that Kazkaz wanted to make her miserable and full of hatred, thus making her lose her mind.

"I never hide it, I'm playing with a conspiracy brain. "Don't you believe it? Do you remember how many times she brushed your pointed ears, intentionally or unintentionally, when you hugged and kissed so many times? Do you remember the fiery envy in her violet eyes for your blood? You know, this charming beauty, afraid of losing her beauty, her youth..."

"Say no more!"

"Aging is the scariest thing for her, don't tell me you don't know, her desire to prolong her youth, don't forget that bottle of perfume from the leaves of the World Tree, you will know later, brain.."

"Stop!"

Arcanis seemed to see Kazkaz smiling mockingly at her.

"She's a seductive muse with a mesmerizing charm, and she's incapable of resisting her mother's sword teacher, the elven envoy Flogisa....."

At this moment, when Arkanis roared at Kazkaz in his heart. The blonde elf was holding the Kazakh flower around her waist, walking through the verdant trees, stepping through the meadows, and towards the warm bedroom, where there was a soft bed......

After many years, the 108-year-old Lao Han smoked a cigarette and listened to the "Song of the Volga Cart" from the metal horn in the distance, and he must be able to remember the new car he pushed on the Kazakh winter evening 80 years ago.

Two big solid and rough hands, tightly gripping the slender handles, the body exerted nine points of force. The light car shook and prevented him from continuing to push. The experienced Lau Han knew that the new car had to be pushed hard and up a high slope to get the gears to run in.

It didn't take long for the new car to rattle and clench, and the slender handles struggled to break free from the powerful palms. There was no mercy for Lauhan, who was not his anyway for the new car, and he held the beating handle firmly. With his waist arched, he pushed the car up the potholed uphill stone road, and the new car throbbed in pain. The experienced Lao Han even felt that the handle in his hand was too hot to speak, and finally the bitterness was exhausted, and the new car finally topped the slope.

A few drops of sweat dripped from the cheeks of the cart and onto the white handlebars of the bare ski. Downhill, the lightweight new car shook and seemed to be ready to take to the skies at any moment, and Lauhan loved the feeling of the handlebars fluttering in the palm of his hand.

After crossing this slope, the new car is really "smooth" a lot, and when pushing, there is no longer a sense of stuck. Lao Han's flushed face showed a sincere smile, holding the slender snow-white handle, and continued to push the cart. This new car is very good, with all his actions, although a little rusty, Lao Han knows that if he pushes too much, he will not be sparse.

He ran happily, and the light new car was so fast that it seemed as if it were about to be toppled into the sky. The cheerful Lau Han looked at the white sky and felt that the new car had already flown into the sky several times.....

(1) Some novels: Yes, it refers to some novels. The moral level is extremely high, and selfishness is equal to the worst sin.

For example, in a certain variation, Lori, who hugs the protagonist's thigh, hates the God of Light because the pastor of the God of Light collects money to treat her mother, but her family has no money.....

When I was a bookworm, I felt that this so-called hatred, and the moral criticism that followed, was as shallow as a piece of toilet paper. As long as it doesn't hurt others, what's wrong with being selfish?