Esther poked the crow's neck tentatively, "Why do I feel like you're familiar......"

The crow didn't avoid her fingers, and let Esther rub her neck gently, her eyes smiling, "Yes, why?" ”

Esther withdrew her hand as if she were electrocuted, and the tone of contempt in this rhetorical question reminded her of the little bug with a weird yin and yang atmosphere. This made her subconsciously look for it in the coffin, and sure enough, she found the little worm in the corner that was rolled up in a ball and looked very autistic.

"Hey, wake up, are you okay?"

After Esther held the little bug into her hand, it bit Esther extremely hard, Esther's hand shook because of the pain, but she tried to hold it up and not let it fall, Esther was quite depressed: "I don't admit it to me, you don't have to bite so much, you haven't been so fierce before......"

The crow suddenly answered: "If you think it's fierce, you can let me eat it." ”

Esther looked at the little insect in her hand, and then at the crow that was still stained with dirt, and suddenly waved her hand vigorously to drive away the crow that had been landing on her lap, nervously holding the little insect's hand in her arms, and looking at the white-eyed crow with vigilance.

"It's a friend I met as soon as I opened my eyes in this world! Even if I think so, it's still my friend! I won't let you hurt it! ”

The crow flapped its wings and landed on the tombstone, rolling its eyes humanely: "Are you serious?" ”

"Seriously, of course!"

No one spoke for a while, and Esther always felt that the atmosphere was a little awkward, and subconsciously looked at the little insect in her hand, and found that it was raising its head at herself curiously.

[The people of today do not see the ancient times and the moon, but the present month once looked like the ancients.] ]

The crow couldn't spit out ivory in his mouth, but he spit out two sentences of Chinese with straight words, and even the tone was full of embarrassment.

Esther's eyes widened, and then she immediately kicked the idea that the crow was also a traverser out of her mind, thinking seriously about its attitude just now, and the familiar way of getting along. She once said this casually when she confided, and only the little bugs were with her at that time.

The tone of embarrassment was exactly the same as Esther's own at the time, and she remembered it quite clearly.

"Then you stuffed the quilt ......"

"Okay, I got it! You don't have to say it anymore! So you, you really are — and who is it? Esther glanced at the little bug in her hand and then at the crow, and repeated the action back and forth several times.

The little bug couldn't help it, and when it spoke, its voice was full of disdainful Esther's smile: "I'm Amon." ”

Esther looked at the raven again, and the raven winked innocently at her, and said, "I'm Amun." ”

Esther was still blushing from embarrassment, but now she was expressionless: "Should I also cooperate with you in saying 'I am Amon'?" ”

"It's a pity, you can be, I have a name here-"

Before the little bug could finish speaking, Esther ruthlessly interrupted it: "The crow has said this many times before, but I'm really not stupid, don't just read the honorable name casually, it's something that all extraordinary beings should know!" No matter how careless you are, you should be wary of this! ”

The crow laughed again, the fun it had tonight was enough to offset the grievances of the past few months, especially now that he felt aggrieved by another Amon, which made the crow enjoy the current farce even more.

However, this is a cemetery after all, not a safe place for a tea party, and if it continues to waste so much time, it will be dawn, and the night watchmen on patrol are likely to come, and it is necessary to urge Esther to leave here as soon as possible.

"But you're dead, Esther, you've been lying here for days. Want to see your own tombstone? ”

As Esther looked at her epitaph and cried and laughed, the little worm that had been put in her pocket clearly felt her emotions flowing along the invisible bridge, and it felt like countless thunderclaps superimposed on each other.

The emotional impact of such strong fluctuations was too great, and the little bug felt pained by it, and it instinctively curled up into a closed state, and cut off Esther's excessive bombardment of humanity by sleeping.

It's terrifying, where can the doppelganger of the innate mythical creature stand this. No wonder the doppelganger of Sequence Seven has been silly today, it turns out that he is still waiting here to pit me!

Be sure to find an opportunity to trick her into reciting her name so that the ontology will notice it......

The crow, of course, did not know what the little bug was planning, and it watched happily as Esther wiped her tears from her cuffs: "So you'd better think about what to do," said as he cleaned up your own coffin. ”

Esther, of course, knew what it meant, and it was not a good thing to come back from the dead, but it would only horrify the others who saw it, and they were wary of her: "It's such a strange experience, I'm going to bury my own coffin." ”

"It's better than digging your own grave."

"Tell me like you've done it." Esther picked up everything in the coffin, and she had nothing on her except the silver emblem and a dozen or so of cash in her pocket, and she was back to a state of poverty and whiteness, and the thought of this made her head ache.

But what needs to be done has to be done, after she covered the coffin board, she grabbed the shovel and dug up the earth hard, and she was reluctant to bury the coat and newsboy hat next to her directly in the coffin, so she simply put it on herself, because the sleeves and hem were too long, Esther could only drape the coat over her shoulders as a cloak.

The crow next to him kept shaking off the dust on his body, making Esther's tombstone dirty: "If you don't know where to go, I'll think about it for you." ”

"You always want me to go to Jianhai County, and I don't want to go there. Winter is approaching in two months, and I now have to find a place to start from scratch, and although I also dream of a safari life, it is limited to the romance of adventure novels. When the time comes, the world will be freezing, and I don't have the confidence to resist. ”

"So you can go and ask Amon over there, the people of the family."

Esther tugged at the corners of her mouth, slapped all the soil on her grave with a shovel, and stepped on it twice: "Don't you tell me that your whole family is called Amon?" So how do you distinguish each other? ”

She shook the shovel in her hand: "Where did you get this?" Gotta pay it back. ”

The raven flew to Esther's shoulder and gestured her wings in the direction of the graveman's hut: "But before you return the things, you might be a little interested in another unlucky bastard?" ”

"Another unlucky one?" Esther had just stopped trying to walk to the grave keeper's hut, and she instantly figured out who the crow might be referring to, and her face showed sadness, "He really ...... You know the direction, don't you? Take me to see it, thank you. ”

The crow pointed in the other direction with its wings, and out of a few rows of quiet epitaphs, Esther's gaze fell on a black-and-white photograph of a young man.

The young face without wrinkles was very bookish, and the black hair was combed to the sides of his forehead, even just looking at the photo, Esther could recall Crane's gentle tan eyes, he always smiled a little politely and reservedly, but never minded making jokes to liven up the atmosphere.

"The best colleague." Esther whispered.

In addition to being a time-traveler, he had many other secrets, Esther thought sadly, perhaps she would never know what had happened to him. Obviously, two people can become best friends with the most common language in the world, support and help each other in this different world, and encourage each other to go further together.

But before it could happen, I said goodbye, my friend.

Esther wiped down Crane's tombstone with her sleeve, straightening the white flowers that had begun to wither in front of his grave.

[Comrade Zhou Mingrui, good night, may you have a good dream.] ]