A man in the room stood with his back to the door, facing the window. The window was halfway open, and the man was reaching out, holding a thin piece of paper between his fingers, the size of which looked like a letterhead.

Hearing the movement, the man did not look back, only to see that his bare hands were slightly raised, and the paper was taken off his hands, and it swirled in the dark wind outside the car window, turning into a feather, and disappeared in an instant.

Yoshiro and I stayed in the local area. I looked at the back of the man in his dark blue robe, and I knew that the owner of this back had a very beautiful and impatient face. Don't look at it.

I pushed Yoshiro and quickly took a look at this lounge by the way. A bed, a cabinet, a chair, several cages lined up along the corners of the house, with no sign of opening.

I'm pretty sure there were only three people in this room. There is no fourth.

Unless, somebody broke the window and left before we came in.

Or maybe he's talking to the letterhead.

Luo Ying didn't say a word, closed the window, didn't look back, and stood with her hands down. I stared at his hand hanging from his side, sticking out of his sleeve, lined with the background of his navy blue robe, like a cluster of white flowers struggling out of the cracks in the dark cliffs. Cold. Shocking beauty.

I stared at the slender petals of the white flower, watching the petals tighten and feel nervous for no apparent reason.

Luo Ying finally turned around, but ignored us, pulled her face, folded her shoulders, and lazily walked towards the bed. Kimono lay down. Give us a back.

Jicheng and I looked at each other, and I couldn't say a word if I wanted to ask. At last, the man said, "Close the door when you go out." ”

It's so aggrieved!

This sassy, mysterious, underwhelming fellow!

I looked at his brown hair that was falling from the edge of the bed and suddenly wanted to do something to make him uncomfortable, angry, angry...... In short, it's good to have a reaction.

The timid and shy Yoseki pulled me and was about to leave, I shook off his hand and reached into the pocket of my skirt, subconsciously wanting to find something, and then do something.

As soon as my hand reached into my pocket, I froze.

There's something in my pocket!

"Ahh But the thing grabbed my hand tightly and won't let it go.

I fumbled with its outline, and suddenly my heart moved.

"Let's go. Jicheng urged in a low voice.

I nodded, my hands still in my pockets, not moving. With that thing.

Jicheng was in front of me and I was about to step out of the door of the Luoying lounge, when I turned around and saw an orange on the table next to the bed. It's an orange. It was an orange that Luo Ying had just taken from the glass bowl of the dining table after she had gone to the dining car and returned.

I suddenly wondered what oranges tasted like. So I turned my head again, went back, glanced at the person lying on my side on the bed, with my back to the outside, took the orange and left. Thinking about it, I felt that it was not appropriate, so I took out my apple from my other pocket and put it squarely on the table.

Close the door. Leave. Yojo is waiting outside the gate.

My room is right next door to Luoying. There is my name on the door. It's not strange, it's strange that between my room and the end of the hallway, there's the last room, the door is closed, and there's no name on it.

It occurred to me that the sixth empty chair in the dining car.

Empty chairs. Nameless room. Who is it for?

Is there anyone else in this car besides the five of us?

The thing in my pocket tugged at my hand. Well, go back to the room first.

I can't wait to close the door to pick up things, and I can't care about sending the city to the foreign representative at the gate: "You have a good rest, something calls me." "I replied, the door hadn't closed yet, and I had taken the thing out of my pocket.

Sure enough, I guessed it right!

Maybe he had been in my pocket for a long time, and he couldn't shake his spirits for a long time, curled up in the palm of my hand, his wings drooping, dull.

I gently rubbed my fingers around his wings and whispered, "Okay, now it's just you and me." When did you sneak into my pocket? Tell me, where is my sister?"

His gray-white eyes looked at me. I was so distressed that I couldn't speak.

I'm not sure which of those three villains he is.

"She was with you just a few minutes ago...... It's your sister. The villain said weakly.

"Huh?" I was a little confused.

"Yes, but, now, she ...... At your neighbor's table. The villain looked at me sadly and said.

A stirring spirit in my brain, my hand tightened, and the little man screamed.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" I apologized, spread my hands, raised the little man in front of me, and asked, "On my neighbor's table...... You mean, that apple is my sister...... My sister is that apple?!"

The eyelashes flickered, and the breath gushed, causing the winged little man to sneeze a few times in a row, and he didn't care to reply to my words. Just nodding.

I stared at the eyes of the winged villain, which were a pair of gray-white eyes, and with the light-colored whites of the eyes, they were transparent and bottomless, so that my eyes could not touch the bottom and focus at all, and they shot directly away. Very awkward.

I couldn't catch his eyes. It's maddening! I don't know if I can trust him.

"You don't have to stare at me, I know I have eyes that I can't trust. Because - they are waste. The winged little man said softly.

I know who he is, the little guy who was the first to show me kindness and want to tell me where my sister is.

"Oh, please don't say that, I don't distrust anyone, it's just that I've only woken up for a day...... Why do you say your eyes are 'wasted'?" I couldn't help but reach out my fingers and caress the little gray cheeks of the winged villain.

"You're not the same as them...... the villain said as he lowered his head, "Are you sure you want to know why?". The voice was so thin that I had to stretch my neck and stick my head to his mouth.

"Tell me, of course!" I said eagerly.

The little man was quiet in the palm of my hand for a while, and then began to flutter his wings gently, from slow to fast, the dim little body brightened little by little, and the small toes stood on tiptoe little by little, leaving my palm and hanging above my palm. The little silver braids were probably hiding from my pockets, and the strands spread out and gathered around the edge of my handsome little face. The wings are windy, the hair is fluttering, and a face is looming, like a wish after a lot of fog, bright and distant.

Somehow, there seemed to be a lot of stuff in my mouth, and I couldn't help but swallow it.

"Actually—" As soon as he spoke, I suddenly screamed, shook my hand, turned around and was about to pull the door and rush out!