My Witch Nichang (MTL) (1)

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Absent, there are many meanings, but the so-called alone is usually only one meaning.

But maybe Erlian didn't mean that. I narrowed my eyes and looked at the person in front of me, hoping to find evidence from her look to support this idea. That might just mean that I wasn't in Huashan anymore. Maybe some joke, maybe she doesn't understand the importance of this joke, but just wants to make me anxious.

However, the eyes in front of me were clear and clear, and although there was not much sadness in sight, there was also no joke.

But I was still reconciled: "Are you gone? What do you mean?" I simply clarified the questioning, for fear of misunderstanding, and hope that it is misunderstanding. I can not describe what it feels like at the moment, but I heard my voice is more stable than I thought, but it is lower than usual Just a few.

"I still take care of your mood, but I want to say something euphemistic--" The opposite girl sighed, and said quietly, "Are you gone, isn't it the meaning of death?"

In a word, the last possibility was simply ruined.

I closed my eyes and felt a little deprivation, so I took two steps back to sit down against the bluestone on the edge of the bamboo, and took a few deep breaths repeatedly, but still couldn't get rid of this dehydration.

It was a strange sense of emptiness. It was just confusing that emptiness was drawn away from grief and joy. It was also a feeling that made me very annoying and even scared. I would rather be sad and arrogant at this time, or even quarrel because I ca n’t believe it. Make trouble, this is the sadness in the eyes of ordinary people, and it is the correct way of sadness.

But I couldn't do it myself, my eyes were dry and I didn't even have the desire to move my fingers.

I sat and practiced and stood, feeling her sight, but I didn't know what kind of sight it was. The surroundings were quiet for a moment. After a moment, she crouched down with her knees in her knees, and looked at me seriously. Holding my eyes, I said, "Why don't you cry? I thought you were supposed to cry."

It's a pity that I couldn't make her do what she wished. I just pulled the corner of her mouth weakly and looked back at her eyes and said, "Have you ever heard the sentence of crying without tears?"

"Naturally, I still taught you when you were a kid. You want to cry but you ca n’t cry, so you want to cry." She nodded and answered frankly, seeing that I was powerless to lean back, and immediately stretched out my hand. At the same time, the footsteps were slightly shifted, and the body was not moved, but the person has changed position: "Don't mess around, there is Moso bamboo behind, the pile on the root of Mozhu is itchy and painful."

However, the back did not rest on the stingy bamboo wool, but on a warm place.

This place is no stranger. It's not the first time that we have relied on each other so much. Besides, there is nothing to worry about distress at the moment. I just rest assured that I gave her the weight of the body, sitting cross-legged, and leaning my head on that. At the neck fossa, he closed his eyes and thought nothing.

She was also silent, so she was surrounded by extreme silence, only bamboo leaves whispered when the wind was blowing, as if no one could understand the whispering whispers, and there was a good smell in the air.

I really do n’t know how long this time, but just know that in the fragrance and warmth, the sense of emptiness is gradually fading away. I think I have adjusted it, or I am ready, but I still dare not open my eyes, just a nightmare He murmured like: "... training?"