Withered

The man said his name was Morton, and that there was nothing in that clock tower that could pose danger to Knowsley.Nosley was sure that this man was very weird and weird, but he had turned his back on himself in the bottom of his heart—he was willing to believe the man's words.

Within two days, he turned out the window at night and went to the clock tower, which he hadn't visited for a long time. This time, when he opened the door, the candlesticks in the tower suddenly lit up. As if carefully arranged, this was the first time he saw such a bright tower at night. He walked up the stairs and saw Morton standing at the window on the top floor with his back turned to him. He raised his umbrella to cover his face.

"You're finally here again." Morton said, turning to Nosley, who was covering his face with an umbrella.His voice was low and full of magnetism, like frost meeting an open fire, gradually melting the silence in the empty tower.

Nosley stared at his boots, pondered for a while, and said, "It's so bright here, won't others see it?"

"No. No one can see it." After Morton finished speaking, he walked towards Nosley. Nosley stepped back quickly, put an umbrella between him and Morton, and said, "Don't come here. My looks will scare you."

Morton hesitated for a while, as if he was weighing his words, before saying, "I've seen it."

Nosri didn't know why he was a little angry, as if he was trying his best to cover up a fatal and unavoidable shortcoming, but someone told him that he already knew that this person was not malicious, but it made Nosri more concerned about his appearance .

So block it.Nosley gripped the umbrella tighter.

It's just that Morton didn't like it, and when he went over and took Nosley's umbrella away from him against his will, Nosley yelled, "Go away!" He sat on the ground and covered himself with his hands s face.

Morton was very strong. He squatted down and looked at Nosley quietly, which made Nosley feel like he had to succumb. He peeked at the handsome man in front of him with his eyes peeking out from between his fingers.

"You are willing to show your face to others, why not to me?" Morton asked in a low voice.

Nosley blinked his eyes, and he also asked himself this question in his heart, he didn't know what was wrong with him, he should have gotten used to his ugliness long ago, maybe, in front of such a handsome person, he had a deep-seated embarrassment Eliminate inferiority complex.

Morton gently put his hand on the back of Nosley's hand, and Nosley shuddered, because Morton's hand was so cold, he gently held Nosley's hand, feeling Nosley's When Siri relaxed his strength, he gently grabbed his hand.

Under such bright light, everything on Nosley's face would be clearly seen. Unlike other people's surprise, fear, or disgust or disgust that flashed when they saw such a face, Morton's face Without any expression, he just looked at Nosley's face quietly. Nosley raised his eyes, then moved them away immediately, and lowered his head.

Morton suddenly cupped his face lightly and said, "Nosley."

Nosley bit his lip, he felt that he could even see his appearance from Morton's blue eyes, he suddenly laughed and said, "Have you never seen such a dirty and ugly person?" What about the face? Yes, your appearance has never caused you such troubles, so don’t you think I look strange? Or are you just curious about my incomplete appearance, so..."

Northley choked suddenly, for Morton bent his head suddenly, and burned a kiss on his cheek, on that rough, dry, wrinkled face, which neither Mrs. Brown nor the eldest sister Bessie had ever done. thing.

"No, Northley, you are not disabled." Morton stared at Northley and said seriously.

Like his hands, his kisses were so cold, but Nosley couldn't help crying. He always thought he was an adult, but in fact, he was only 12 years old. He kept crying, and his wrinkled face was even worse. Ugly, I couldn't stop my tears and nose, all contributed to Morton's handkerchief.

From that day on, Northley used to go to the Clock Tower again, and Morton was always there, day and night, and a man as handsome and well-dressed as he should have caused quite a stir in Hadertown. , because this is a pretty good husband-in-law candidate, but Northley asked Bessie and the others, and none of the three knew the existence of this person.

"Morton, I never knew where you lived." Sitting on the window sill, Nosley asked, shaking his legs.

"Hadfield Park," said Morton.

"Is that big manor?" Nuo Sili was a little surprised, this manor is deep in the forest, it is very mysterious, it is said that there lived a big man there, Nuo Sili was very curious, asked: "But I don't see you often go back, where are you?" Master?"

Because you are here.Morton smiled and said, "I go back once in a while."

Northley looked up at the sky, the sun was about to set, Mrs. Brown must have prepared dinner, he jumped down from the window sill, and took out the hidden rose from his clothes, but the rose was a bit dull, Northley hurriedly picked it up again. Hiding the rose behind her back, she said: "God, it's actually withered, and it bloomed very well when I picked it off."

"For me?" Morton asked.

"No." Nosri quickly shook his head and said.

Morton reached out to Northley for the rose, but Northley was unwilling to give it. Morton thought about it and said, "I can make it bloom again."

"Really?" Nosley looked at him suspiciously.

"You've got to trust me," Morton said.

Nosley was finally willing to give the rose to Morton, but the flower seemed to be a little more withered as soon as it was in Morton's hands. After a while, the flower seemed to be well nourished, the stem stretched again, and the petals became stronger. Come alive, even more coquettish than the beginning.

Nosley gasped, stared blankly, and asked, "Is this magic?"

"If you will," said Morton, looking at the rose.

This is not magic, maybe Morton has a magical ability, Nosley thought to himself, he touched the petals, the touch was very delicate, he looked excited, and said: "Okay, it is already yours!"

It's just that Nosley didn't know that after he left, the flower withered quickly. It bloomed like that just now, as if it had exhausted its last strength. Morton looked at it helplessly, and could only clamp it in the In one book, the hand holding the flower has a freshly healed scar.

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just changed a little bit