After the leader of He Sen

[It's already Christmas.The streets in the wealthy district are very bright, the smell of food wafts from the delicatessen, and the sweet and greasy aroma from the cake shop also wafts out.My stomach growled disobediently, and my salivary glands secreted saliva involuntarily.

The faces of people who came and went showed happiness, and no one was willing to pay attention to me. Naturally, I didn't beg for a little money.

The snow is too thick.The moon is already thin and weak, and it is difficult to move an inch in such thick snow, so I had to bend down and hug it——

pick it up -

It was this bending that allowed me to see a note hidden in the snow.If my eyesight is okay, this is still a note of not small denomination.

My heart was pounding, and there was a burning noise in my ears. I raised my head and looked around uneasily, but there was no sign that anyone was looking for something.Therefore, this piece of money can belong to me. What is buried in the snow is not money, but a Christmas gift from God.

"Maybe it's just half a banknote, and there's no way to spend it." When I was about to pick it up, I said to myself in my heart, lest the pain of joy and failure come too violently.

I picked it up with trembling hands, ah, God bless, this is a complete, beautiful note!I almost burst into tears, and when I picked up the money, I hugged the moon: "It's great! Moon, you are my little lucky star, you are my lucky charm, do you know that?"

The moon barked suspiciously, unable to understand why I was so happy.

"Hey! Bedbugs!" A policeman with a baton came running towards me. "What are you doing sneaking around?"

I swear, I have never run so fast in my life. Holding the banknotes and hugging the moon, I dragged my thin but heavy steps and ran wildly in the snow until the sound of cursing and clumsy footsteps disappeared. I just stopped.

The strenuous exercise made my throat smell sweet, every cell in my body was clamoring for excessive exercise, but my brain was extremely excited, is it dying?Still too excited?

I'm going to use this money to give myself and the moon a merry Christmas.

However, things backfired.After I bought a cake and two chicken legs, the rest of the money was snatched by other gangsters passing by.

"No, you can't do this." I was beaten, and I ran for so long before, I really didn't have the strength, so I could only hug the leg of one of the gangsters.

Of course, all he got was more violent punches and kicks.They pressed my head into the sweet cake, "Don't you want to eat cake? Eat it!" I was insulted, but I have to say, the soft cake base and silky cream are still delicious.

I am so hungry.

They ate the meat from the drumsticks, and they spit out the bones. If they force me to eat them again, I won’t eat them, but I still pick up the bones, thinking that I can leave them for the moon to chew on later.At this moment, Yue Yue, who had just fainted from being kicked by them, woke up and rushed forward bravely to bite the gangster's leg.

"Ouch! Beast!" The gangster clenched his fists and hit the moon's head vigorously, forcing it to let out a whimpering scream, but the moon still didn't let go.

"Moon let go!" If you continue to be beaten like this, you will die!

The moon was very obedient, it let go, but in the next second it was kicked away.I crawled to the front of the moon, stuffed it in my arms and curled up into a ball, using my back to meet the torrential rain of fists and feet.

"Beasts are really worthy of protecting animals." They finally left after saying this.

I can't move, neither can the moon, only my vocal cords are barely functioning, and I don't know what time it is.

"Do you know? Moon, the reason why I always wanted to be a ruthless killer?" I was dying, and my body could sense it when a person was dying. I was going to freeze to death in this narrow alley.Even so, I am glad that the moon was by my side at the last moment.

"Wang?"

"The killer is very powerful and can protect the things that are cherished. And the cruel killer will not be too sad when facing the situation of losing the things that are cherished, but I can neither be a killer nor be cold. I am just weak and useless People...cough cough cough..."

Rarely did the moon not respond to me, I looked down and saw that it was dead, not breathing, only its body was still warm.

"I'm sorry for the moon, I'm really sorry..." I murmured and repeated, hugging the bony corpse tightly, raised my head, and let the tears slide down my cheeks.

The moon is really bright tonight.

The next morning, two bodies were found. ]

Finally finished writing, I pinched the inner corners of my eyes and stood up, rewarding myself with a cigarette.The temperature is a little low tonight, so I didn't go to the balcony to smoke. I just opened the window of the study and finished my prize by leaning on the window glass.

Now it’s time for the final finishing touch. After smoking, I feel that my head is much clearer than before. Taking advantage of this sober energy, I hurried back to the computer and dragged the document from the end to the beginning with the mouse, and carefully proofread it from beginning to end. I read it three times, and corrected the wrong words and the wording of individual sentences.

Open the mailbox, edit, send.After finishing this series of procedures, I went back to my bedroom to sleep with peace of mind.

Early the next morning, I found an email lying in my mailbox, and it seemed that the sender was the editorial department of "Hundred Scenes of Strange Talks".

This is really... such a fast review speed, I can roughly guess the content of the recovery before opening the email, it is probably "thank you for your contribution, but the storyline lacks twists and turns, and the writing is still young" and so on The rejection of clichés, too, if you can pass the draft if you write casually, then it really is...

I yawned and clicked on the email, and the moment I saw the content of the letter, the messy thoughts in my mind suddenly disappeared.

"Pass—has the manuscript been passed?" It's not that I'm not excited, but the emotions that well up in my heart are still more doubts and surprises.I read the email again, in addition to the news about the manuscript, it also agreed with me on the time and place to meet, and said that I would pay the manuscript fee face to face.

Anyway, I don't have class today, and it's convenient for me to set a time, so I immediately gave a positive reply.

I thought I was contributing to a small magazine workshop, but when I actually arrived in front of the building of Tobikawa Culture Company, I realized that I seemed to have underestimated the other party.The company is located in a prime location in Yokohama, with extremely developed transportation and commerce, and it looks like a dozen floors by visual inspection.

This is the kind of company that actually adopted my manuscript. Is it so short of manuscripts?It seems that these days, no business is easy to do.

The coffee shop that the editor Takeuchi invited me to meet was opened within the company to provide rest for employees, and it is really rich.Yes, it’s rich, but it’s a bit difficult to set the location on the eighth floor. For someone with bad legs like me, of course I can take the elevator, but I still choose to climb upstairs with crutches.

I'm so tired, it seems that I still have to exercise more and not let this body continue to weaken.

When I arrived at the cafe, I was a little out of breath. The editor named Yuko Takeuchi was sitting at table No. [-] in the innermost corner of the cafe. From my perspective, I seemed to be looking down at something.

I walked up to her and called softly, "Miss Yuko."

"Yes!" Probably because she was reading too seriously, even though I had lowered the volume, she was still startled, and when she stood up, she hit the table with her body, spilling some of the coffee in the coffee cup.

"Excuse me, did I scare you?" I looked at her slightly apologetically.

Yuko stared at me blankly for a while, she is a beautiful little girl, she looks very young, she should not have been working for a long time, and she has the youthfulness that has not been wiped out when she first entered the society.

Yuko's eyes were red, as if she had just cried, but the roots of her ears became more and more red somehow, she was stunned for a few seconds before she shook her head belatedly: "No, no, I was fascinated by it accidentally, no It's about the teacher."

Fascinated like this, what are you looking at?I glanced curiously at the soft leather-bound documents on the table, and accidentally caught the words "moon" and "I" that appeared frequently.

"This is..." I asked meaningfully.

"It's the teacher's work! For the convenience of reading, I printed out a copy first." Yuko hesitated, and asked: "You are Teacher Lily, right?"

It was only after I said this that I remembered to ask my identity. I couldn't laugh or cry: "Yes."

I sat down on the soft chair opposite her, and leaned to the side with the crutch with a smooth handle.

"The moment I saw the teacher's pen name, I guessed that the teacher was a woman, but I didn't expect to be such a beautiful person." Yuko lowered her head and wiped the coffee that had spilled on the table before, muttering in her mouth.

In view of the many compliments I heard before, I have already practiced a certain thick skin, so I am immune to her compliments, so I just replied calmly: "Thank you."