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clothes.

In fact, I didn't dare touch his when he was awake, because a child's hands with a little dry flesh on them, even gloved fingers, still feel... horrible.

The mottled tree shadows became the most beautiful pattern on his white shirt, and a trace of fragrance emanated from his pleated neckline with thousands of flowers... Above his head were crisp birdsong and cheerful chirping cicadas.

I really want to keep all this forever.

Three months later, as the sun was setting, we walked across the grasslands as high as my waist, his shoulders, and he used his magic to give me my first glimpse of the presence of elves.

Small, like a butterfly...

He just picked up a twig and tapped it lightly on a few small stones by the lake, and I heard music like a music box.

He said softly, as if talking to himself:

"Fairies' spirit overing over the surface of the waters. They ever feel tired."

(The spirits of the elves hover over the waters, and they never tire.)

Soon, colorful elves, waving their little wings, fluttered around us along with the melody.

"Wow!"

I was amazed, they didn't seem to be afraid of me at all, and they still held heavy flowers and sprinkled them on us.

Vinci looked up, looked at me, then squinted and smiled.

"Thisismy small gift for you. Do you like it?"

(This is a little gift from me, do you like it?)

I nodded quickly.

The warmth in my heart seemed to be overflowing.

Such a little boy made me feel happiness that I have never experienced before.

But I'm so terrified...

Because why would he do this for me?

With what, I didn't give him anything!

I have nothing...

The author has something to say: Hello girls, new article, I will keep updating~

I originally wanted to put this part in the back, or interject, but forget it~ I think this is very cute, haha.

2. Black Prelude (Catch Bugs)...

I will never forget that morning.

When I woke up, he was already sitting next to me.

His gloved fingers lightly slid across my left forehead and the corner of my eye, and there was excitement in his blue eyes.

"This part of your face has shealed!"

(This part of your face has healed!)

I felt it tickle when he touched the corner of my eye...and laughed too.

"Malachitegreen. Youreyesare malachitegreen! Ihaveneverseenmorebeautifuleyes!"

(Malachite. Your eyes are malachite! I never saw more beautiful eyes than yours!)

"Huh? What happened to the eyes?" I still couldn't understand what he said.

He was silent for a while, and then said word by word, very slowly, in the easiest way to understand: "Youreye have the same color as your soul."

(Your eyes are the same color as your soul.)

As he spoke, he pointed to my eyes and heart.

Then, looking at my confused look, he actually propped himself up and leaned over. I startled you, and opened my eyes wide until I felt something warm touch my forehead.

That's his forehead.

Then his childish voice came and rang directly in my head.

"...Canyou see it?"

(can you see it?)

I saw.

what is that?

It is a kind of green, but it is not ordinary green, but green like a peacock's feather... It is a green that changes gradually... Sometimes it is deep and sometimes light, sometimes it looks like the tenderest part of a willow branch, sometimes it looks like the West Lake meets the sky The next part of the dream, sometimes it is like a magnificent ocean filled with the setting sun, and sometimes there is a hazy field that seems to be dyed with a little bit of reed green...

All colors radiate from a center.All kinds of green grow vines and bloom flowers, if you want to describe it in two words.

pure.

"what is this?"

He just keeps repeating:

"It's your soul."

(This is your soul.)

I understand, he said that this is a very essential and important part of me.

I was happy because I saw such a beautiful part of myself... But I was not happy because of myself, but suddenly felt that this kind of myself was finally qualified to stay by his side?

*****

I met his second brother.Francis.

It was at a dance.

I didn't listen to Vinci, he forbade me to leave the room.

But he didn't come back for a long time, I was very worried, so I wrapped myself up with sunglasses, a mask, a windbreaker and a hat, and went out to find him.

Standing in the corner of the second floor, I saw the nobles on the first floor drinking red wine, chatting and laughing happily, and the bright skirts of the ladies were circling in the gorgeous waltz...

I soon saw Vinci.

Because he is obviously a young boy, but he has a maturity and temperament that does not match his age.

He put his arm around a little girl's waist, spinning gracefully.

Suddenly, I inexplicably felt that the position of the chest cavity was suddenly stabbed by a needle, and there was a sudden pain.Hand bones gripped the railing.

Just then, a man tapped me on the shoulder.

I turned around sharply. It was a tall man with short blond hair and a beard.

"Who are you? What the hell are you doing here?"

(Who are you? What the hell are you doing here?)

He stretched out his hand, trying to peel off the part of my face that was covering my face, but I dodged immediately, but he reacted very quickly, pushing me to the corner of the wall, pressing my hands so that I could not move.

"let me go!"

"Foreigner?" (Foreigner)

He easily ripped off my sunglasses.

"How a special color! You must be Vinci's new toy. Haha, Inever knows what feeds such a lovely corpse!"

(Special color! You must be Vinci's new plaything. Haha, I never knew he had such a cute zombie!)

I can clearly feel the surprise in his eyes: "Miracle! Youhaven'tbeeneatenbyhim...Inthiscase..."

(Miracle! You haven't been enjoyed by him yet...Since this is the case...)

As he said that he tore off my mask, I gritted my teeth hard, I really hate myself as a zombie, and now I have no power to restrain the chicken!He approached me, gave a smirk, and said in a sly voice, "Icantakehisplace...It doesn't matter who eats you, right?"

(I can replace him...it doesn't make a difference to you who gets eaten than you, does it?)

He stuck out the tip of his tongue and approached me, and I tried my best to dodge.

Quick, sound of footsteps on planks.

"Lethimgo." (Let him go)

A childish, loud, and cold voice came from the first floor.

The man stopped moving.

He smiled and said, "Why?"

The boy downstairs smiled, his blond hair flying around, covering half of his eyes.

His blue eyes were as cold as melting water from a glacier.

"Go away or you will die." (Go away or you will die.)

The boy still had a big smile, but it was more intimidating than the scariest zombie I've ever seen.

"Oh, my darling! Don't beangry, it's justa joke! But...You broketherule...You have made his soul to the fullest, it's time for you to..."

"Stop!"

With just a dodge, the boy's leather boots stepped on the railing, and the crowd below exclaimed.

He looked down at his brother, the smile disappeared, and the eyes were drowned in the shadows: "Iwilleathim, butheismine. Don't try to take him fromme."

"I'm relieved...I know you will always be my clever brother."

………………

They must think I don't understand.

It must be like this, that's why I discussed my life and death so openly.

They never thought that I, such a little zombie, would be able to almost