Bird: K of Green

Follow the wall to the study and push open the door.

"I am back."

he said softly.There was no one answering with a smile inside the door.

Nature and things are psychic, right and wrong are nothing but ashes to ashes to ashes.What about you, where did you go?

After the rain, the moon was shining brightly, and Zi took advantage of the moon to look at the room.Mr. Pan always talked about selling the dusty books on the bookshelves, but he didn't have time to sell them until he died.Everything remained the same here, and he had only been away a few hours when he thought about it.

Zi went to the desk first.All related encrypted files, materials, and plans, except those that have been stored in the computer where the wheelchair is placed, are all locked here.Judging from the situation here, no one has searched yet. Zi knew every secret lock on the desk, and he flipped through it quickly, putting all the chips and micro disks inside into the pocket of the windbreaker.

Only the second drawer in the horizontal row was not locked. There, Zi flipped through several medicines he used to take.Zi didn't touch them, he thought that if the silver king could see it, he would definitely pay attention to it with his temper.

Finally, Zi stared at Xiaolu on the window sill. Xiaolu was shining under the moon, and the leaves were fleshy.He walked close to the wall, hiding behind the curtains to avoid being discovered by inspections outside the building, raised his hand slightly, and touched its leaves.

The light and shadow swayed, causing Zi to have some illusions, accompanied by bursts of bitter fragrance.It is similar to the smell that is often found in the perfume research center, the smell produced when various elements are mixed together, but Zi never knew that when a person fell into an illusion for no reason, he would also smell this smell.

blood hole.Crescent-colored fish bones, burnt flesh.Fresh milk, chatting in the small room.The tongue slides into the mouth so sweet and greasy.Breathing sound. "Guo" dances in a circle.The lightning that destroys everything.Stones, lilies, and memorial monuments.Dirt in the palm of your hand.Tears mixed with blood, blood mixed with tears.The hair brushed against his chest.Companion, who is the enemy.The sky is full of stars.The porridge is fed to the mouth, and the pears are cut into slices.

separation.

The person at the place where light and shadow alternate, smiled, and disappeared before he could catch it.

Zi panted, stepped back, and involuntarily buried her fingers in her hair, curling and pulling it outward.He turned around and buckled the edge of the table to support himself, buried his face in the gap between his arms.He moves slowly.He began to cry, choked up.He felt like he was losing something of himself, and it was too bad that he could never get it back.The last time I cried was when I heard the news of Master Yiyan's death.

Suddenly there was a sound downstairs, and Zi reacted abruptly, turning around and approaching the door.The headlights in the living room were turned on, even illuminating the small hall and corridor on the second floor.Along the opening, he saw Fushimi Saruhiko standing in the center of the living room, and there was a line of people outside the entrance and the house.Fushimi Saruhiko looked up, the two were far apart, and Zi was hidden in the darkness, but through the small open hall, corridor and the door of the study, in a gap, Zi was sure that the eyes of the two met with trembling eyes.Afterwards, Fushimi Saruhiko turned his head away, pretending not to see anything, and raised his right hand, giving instructions to the subordinates behind him to suspend their actions.

Zi Ning breathed a sigh of relief, walked towards Xiaolu again, leaned against the curtain, looked left and right, as if she wanted to imprint it all into her eyes, and rub it into her heart.Finally, he only touched its leaves again, picked up the spring seed of the linden tree in the soil of the flowerpot, and held it in the palm of his hand.Then Zi quietly opened the door of the study, and as expected, the door was closed, and the entrance and living room were empty.Zi followed the same route and left home. This time, I am afraid there will be no return date.

The green sword of Damocles disappeared in the sky, Zi Heliu said - take me away - just kidding - my third wish is that you take my seeds away.

What kind of wish is this? It has been clearly explained in advance, what kind of wish is this.

Are you worried? —Worried about Sukuna and I acting impulsively? ——I will never fail you.

The Green King was captured, and JUNGLE's tribes below J level were basically wiped out.Fushimi received an order from the head of the department, ordering him to lead a team to search Bishuiliu's residence, which is JUNGLE's base in Kanagawa.

Fushimi walked into that house, forgetting how many times he was here.In the entrance, he thought, the living room of this house is still too quiet.This time he finally didn't need to change his shoes. He entered the living room, turned on the light, and deliberately glanced at the second floor. When he came here for the first time, that person was sitting in the small hall on the second floor.Then he accidentally saw someone and responded with silence.

Now, he led people to break into here again.He found it annoying that too many people would destroy the tranquility of that person's home.He said, "You guys are downstairs, I'll go up and have a look."

There are footprints left by predecessors on the floor of the corridor on the second floor.Fushimi smacked his tongue, was he not cautious enough or provocative?But forget it, you're lucky, the investigator is me.

Fushimi also went to the study first.

Turn on the light, brighten it up.It was quieter here than in the living room, and for a while Fushimi could only hear a subtle crackling sound.

He walked to the desk, only the second horizontal drawer was not locked.Driven by curiosity, he opened it, and there were only a few light-shielding glass bottles inside, and he did not touch them again in line with professional principles.

After a while he came to the bookshelf.Most of the books were about information programming, psychology, and biological sciences. There were a few hardcover old books stuffed in the corner of the top floor. He couldn't hold back, enough to read the next one.

Dusty, accompanied by the astringent sound of the hard cover opening.Inside, the yellowed paper is extremely brittle and thin, and when it is turned over, there is a smell coming out of it, which is the smell of rotting leaves.It was full of ancient verses, and he read it in a low voice, the awkward old English was hard and cold.

No matter what kind of text, only the person who wrote it can read its temperature, and being imprisoned in a book is definitely not its destination.

So he stopped.

He didn't know if there was a person who left love in the poem thousands of years ago.Now, it can no longer be awakened.

In the end, he summoned his subordinates to come down to the second floor, and took away the pot of green radishes in front of people.

21

What is tragedy?

Tragedy is trying to resist the arrangement of fate, but still falling into the established fate, and finally ushering in the established ending.

Mr. Pan said, I am really afraid that tragedy will happen.

In that winter heather blooming season, the snow particles crackled and fell, and the withered yellow weeds growing in the roof tiles of the brick and tile houses were weighed down by the snow.Between the clouds and sparks, you can just see them when you raise your eyes from the angle of Zi.It's always cold in winter, and Zi shivered.What did Zi say before, Zi said, I will take care of him for the rest of his life.

The world is impermanent, because of karma, there is no hindrance and no hanging.Promises come first, tragedies come later, and the taste is like fish drinking water, but at this moment, I don't know whether it's warm or cold.Zi lay on his side on the bed, clenched his left fist, pinching the scar on his ring finger with his thumb—this was from Liu's bite.When the wound was born, he knelt on one knee beside Liu, kissed the back of Liu's hand, put his love words on the tip of his tongue, hesitating whether to pour out.When he finally confided his heart devoutly, he couldn't stop his ecstasy.

So in the dark night, this scar, which has healed for a long time, faintly looks like a new wound, the pain of licking the bone and drinking the marrow.

Sure enough, God has never blessed Liu, thought Zi, but what did you say back then, you said I would protect you.Now Qinsaka is jumping around with your legs, Qinsaka asks if you are energetic, you answer very well, Qinsaka asks if your face hurts, you answer if it hurts because you are afraid of leaving scars.In the past, Liu always used Qinsaka to talk. Every time you fell in love with fighting, Liu always said that you should have had enough.That night alone, this bird allowed you to fight endlessly with your junior brother.

Zi pinched the Bodhi seed hanging around his neck, his heart twisted to the core.

After that, those indelible and forgettable images suddenly jumped out of my mind inch by inch, like a film being played, confusing and confusing.In those warm projections, he saw Liu's eyes.Flowing eyes are beautiful, a wonderful art.The iris has different saturations due to the light. Usually it is blue indoors, but it is a little white in the sun, which makes its blue thin and transparent. When it catches up with the dark place, it turns back to blue. Azure.And when he was fighting, the left pupil or a moon, occasionally looking forward to it, was just like turquoise embedded in it.

So Zi Convection said, use your eyes and your heart, say you love me...why not—?

By the way, you are not here.

Zi has been thinking, Liu is alive, where is Liu, and suddenly he also thinks, if Liu dies, will Liu's ghost come to see him?And it would be a blessing if you can really meet a ghost of the stream.Zi probably knows where to start talking to this ghost. You only need to guess a few riddles and bet on it. Want to hear - anything - as long as he wanted.

Hey, Keliu is not dead.Zi said to herself, so what is it called to arrange these things, I will be unhappy if I find out.

You won't be happy if you know.But that's okay, you won't know because you're not here.

Where are you.

The bodhi seeds are round and bulging, dotted with green dots on them, which are the traces of ovule development, just like Jicui glaze.Liu, Liu's left eye is also like a Jicui glaze that has been perfectly fired until it comes out of the kiln.

Zi pinches this seed and thinks that people's living habits will indeed be adjusted. In the past, he hoped and believed that he could walk the rest of his life with Liu, and he would sleep with Liu in his arms and kisses every night; Now and for some time to come, he probably has to pinch and rub this thing on his neck every night to sleep peacefully. In his dreams, he silently recites his lover's name.

Zi grasped the bodhi seed.

No matter where Liu is imprisoned, he should not suffer. Liu is also a king after all, his status is more than a hundred times stronger than others, and with the King of Silver around, there will be no major problems.With this in mind, he could stabilize his mind and tell himself that he must wait for the storm to pass before taking action, at least half a year.Then he couldn't sleep anymore.

If you can't sleep, you have to find something to do.He turned on the light and looked at the more than forty people spread out on the table.