[Charles IX] The magic hour

While muttering, kicking one after another, he looked no different from a girl of the same age.

She is not quite like the gentle but distant young lady from before.

"Well, it has a subtle effect," she recalled her lively actions just now with a little disbelief, "but it should be considered a good thing."

She nodded affirmatively.

"Father's opinion can't be ignored casually... Although I don't object, but the attitude of alienation is very real... Hey..."

The girl's distressed little thoughts were complained in a soft voice, which sounded innocent and cute.

The old butler who followed came out with a smile on his face.

The sea breeze is still blowing.

"Miss, No. [-]'s heartbeat monitor can't receive any feedback!"

"What?!" Ying Yu shook her hand, and the beautiful ballpoint pen slipped from her hand and fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

Ying Yu hurriedly picked up the pen, his face faded, and he took out his badge and contacted Tang Xiaoyi roughly.

He picked it up quickly.

"Tang Xiaoyi! Where's Igor? What happened to his heartbeat detector?! Is he alright?!"

Tang Xiaoyi was taken aback. The girl's piercing voice spread to his ears because of the panic, and taught him to comfort him in a panic. He hurriedly moved to the side of Igor and handed the contact badge.

"Sister, don't worry, I'm fine." The boy's voice from the microphone was clear and stable, and there was no problem.

Ying Yu calmed down a little, and hurriedly asked, "What's wrong with your heartbeat monitor?"

"Before rushing to the transfer ship, the crowd knocked on the corner of the door frame. It seems to be malfunctioning. Don't worry."

Igor on the other side of the microphone shook his wrist, looking at the large cracks on the bracelet, he couldn't help but feel distressed.

Ying Yu felt relieved: "It's good that you are fine, I thought something happened to you, I was so scared that I broke out in a cold sweat."

She squeezed a piece of cold palm, and her eyes, which had been wide open, relaxed as if relieved from a heavy load, and they were a little sore.

After exchanging a few words in a low voice, she hung up the contact and went to the bathroom to sort out her embarrassed image.

The light in the bathroom had a bright pale feeling, and the girl in the mirror still had a little paleness on her face, her lip color had not yet recovered, her pupils felt a little uncomfortable because of the sudden constriction, and cold sweat hung on her forehead, making her look very weak.

Ying Yu pursed her lips and washed her face.

"There's always a bad feeling..." she murmured.

The old housekeeper knocked on the locked bathroom door, and said in a calm voice, "Miss, you haven't finished reading your paperwork yet."

"Just come."

Ying Yu exhaled, patted her cheeks, her eyes lit up again, and she was that steady young lady again when she went out.

It was night after seeing it, and Ying Yu fell asleep after watching Tang Xiaoyi's message to report her safety. The contact badge was uncharacteristically placed by the pillow, which was not safe.

The next day.

Ying Yu silently opened her eyes from under the quilt, staring quietly at the pattern on the ceiling of the room, and was rarely distracted.

After a while, she stretched tiredly and rubbed her neck to wash up.After patting her face with cold water, the little girl finally struggled out of the uncomfortable sleep last night, and was going to go to school to help President George with something.

Since she was hospitalized with a broken leg, all the student union affairs that were originally intended for her have been pressured back on George and the redhead.Those trivial chores tossed a group of people to death, and finally hoped that when she returned to school, she would throw the blame away, and Ying Yu continued to take over more affairs as well.

Apparently she became a subtle sidekick to the Redheads at St. Martin's.

At the end of the weekend, the little girl pressed the corners of her lips in regret. She straightened her school uniform again in front of the mirror, and subconsciously stroked the wing badge on her chest with her fingers.

At this moment, the emblem made a prompting noise.

Without thinking too much, Ying Yu picked up the phone almost instantly. While thinking about it, she was still thinking that it should be Tang Xiaoyi and the others who had ended their adventure.

She didn't expect that it would be Tang Xiaoyi's weeping voice after picking it up.

The butler waited outside and waited until the eldest lady came out, knocked softly on the door, but did not hear the other party's answer.

He frowned: "I'm sorry, Miss."

After pushing the door open, the first thing that caught my eye was Ying Yu's bloodless face and her stiff movements.

The housekeeper had never seen Ying Yu like this before, so he could only approach her slowly.Before he could ask his worries, as if awakened by the sound of footsteps, the badge in Ying Yu's hand fell off, as if some switch had been flipped, and there was a busy tone from the opposite party.

Ying Yu turned around slowly, and while picking up the badge, a dry, broken voice came from the side with her back to the old housekeeper.

She said: "Tune the helicopter, ask for leave, I'm going to pick them up."

Ying Yu, who picked up the badge, was still moving with a stiff expression. When she passed by the old butler, the old butler was surprised to see her pupils constricted.

There was a sea of ​​sorrow and pain there.

problem occurs.

Wait for No.13 days

Ying Yu never dreamed that such a thing would happen.

The boy's broken voice came dryly from the receiver, and every word was clear.

For the first time, Ying Yu hated this kind of clarity.

The white light of the bathroom silently fell from above her head.Standing in the middle, the stiff, bewildered girl looked like she didn't know what expression to put on, as if she wanted to say something.

In the end, she just reacted dully that her lips were unable to open now.

It is trembling.

In the white room as quiet as winter, an inevitable sense of suffocation gradually spread, and the sound of breathing was blocked by the disconnected connection, but the room was not quiet, and there was even a slight "click" sound, like The subtle sound made when the bones move and hit.

It was the sound of Yingyu's teeth colliding.

She gritted her teeth vigorously, trying to contain the uncontrollable trembling of her body, but she was forced to make strange and penetrating noises because of her weakness.

How embarrassing, Ying Yu.

she thought so.

The voices in the world seemed to have lost the ability to cause her eardrums to resonate and respond, and seemed to have turned this function to the maximum too much.

Ying Yu couldn't hear the old housekeeper's inquiry, but tightly held the silver badge in his hand, the slightly sharp edges and corners pressed red marks on his tender palm, intermittently covering up the hissing sound of hanging up.

very noisy.

very noisy!

Why so noisy? !

Her eyes were full of unstoppable pain and sorrow, and the moment she opened the door, the old housekeeper who subconsciously looked at her face was calmed down, and thus awakened herself who was wandering between pain and restraint.

She heard herself spit out syllables that were as hoarse and broken as Tang Xiaoyi's voice she had heard before, every word and every word was like an inhuman ghost wandering around the world, and the obsession in her stubborn tone was deep and deep.

The sound of the helicopter's propeller sounded again in a similar place, and its little owner just sat on it, covering his face with his hands.

I'm coming to you.

I do not believe.

That's fake.

Ying Yu closed his eyes tiredly, and when the dry eye sockets turned, he felt a deep discomfort. Under the slender hands that covered his face, the darkness was the same whether he opened his eyes or not.

That's fake.

Ying Yu got off the plane at an unfamiliar port.

Maintaining a motionless posture for a long time made her rusty body move very stiffly. She finally came here from a long distance, but she hesitated on the eve of boarding the boat.

A white, elegant, and gorgeous huge ship stood in front of her eyes, and there was a familiar salty smell in the humid sea breeze, so familiar that it almost made people sick.

Physiological saline slowly filled Ying Yu's dry eye sockets, and a familiar figure slowly approached her and patted her head lightly.

"...Are you going to see him?" said the familiar male voice who had lost his former vigor.

The body of the person being photographed trembled violently, and a moment later he raised a pale face wet with tears: "Go."

Tang Xiaoyi rubbed his hair anxiously, turned around and led the way.Ying Yu silently followed behind, her pale and silent side face looked like a plaster sculpture that knew no joy or sorrow.

The skinny boy fell there quietly, Xiyan watched over the suspect who was being tortured by the police, and Yu Feifei knelt and sat beside Loki.Windsor stood a little further away, whispering something to a certain policeman.

The eyes of several children are very similar, like a wounded beast that refuses to make a sound, stubbornly guarding here.

No one moved, and no one dared to move.

Ying Yu suddenly grabbed the corner of Tang Xiaoyi's clothes that were still flying in the air, and raised her slightly drooping head longingly, her eyes gleaming with fragile self-deception.She leaned over almost eagerly, her hands were strong, her voice was still trembling: "Is it a lie?"

"This is a lie. Igor is not dead, but his body is weak and dangerous. He fell asleep, fell into a coma, and went into shock? He is not dead yet, right?"

Her tone gradually became more intense, but her voice became weaker and weaker, and she was on the verge of falling, but she still stubbornly waited for a verdict.

Tang Xiaoyi didn't say anything.

He just tacitly took Ying Yu over.

Ying Yu's eyes finally dimmed, she walked over silently, and when she touched the palm of the fallen boy, she suddenly shed tears uncontrollably.

The slender fingers are slender, and the palms are callused, cold, as if Ying Yu's breath is being pressed into the chest cavity, making people breathless.

It turns out that knowing and being prepared are really two different things.

But at this time, Ying Yu lost his mind.She shed tears numbly, but her mind drifted and refused to focus.

She stared at the young man's bruised lips due to depression, and his bangs were loosely covered on his face, revealing his eyes.Under the closed eyelids is