Hunter Fan - Snake

Pais City is a prosperous city. This is an important town far from the capital of the country, with developed trade and crowded people.

There are a lot of people on the street, the endless stream is like the most inconspicuous ants on the ground, and the dense ones can change more than one wave of people in an instant.

There are no trees on both sides, and there are no environmentally friendly plants such as green belts. It just looks like an eagle without hair, spreading its strong wings and exposing its weaknesses on the way.

When the sun went down in the evening, the number of people began to decrease. Compared with the denseness before, it seemed too depressed, reflecting the sunset that was about to disappear, giving people an illusion of loneliness.

'Tick tick tick tick' from far to near, it was a sound, the sound of a hard texture hitting the ground, like beating the heart over and over again.

'Bang bang bang'.

Looking up, squinting your eyes, you can see a figure. It is a young girl with malt yellow hair, a small nose bridge, and a few freckles on it, which is not good-looking.Wearing a yellowed dress, the uppers of the shoes covered the insteps, exposing the slender ankles.

She walked some distance and sat down on a bench in a nearby square.The long pole in her hand was placed on one side of her hand, she folded her hands on her knees, leaned against the back of the bench and raised her head, her eyes closed tightly.

The surrounding air became quiet, as if something was brewing in the atmosphere, it was an unknown thing, it was accumulating, waiting for the next eruption.

Suddenly there was an inexplicable sadness, the kind of emotion that overflowed from the bottom of my heart, spreading from the limbs to the brain of the whole body.Time seems to stop, which is almost an illusion of stopping.The air no longer moves, the wind no longer blows, time, time no longer moves forward.

There was a white dove flying in the sky, which landed at an extremely slow speed and landed on her shoulders. Her thin shoulders were like boulders bearing a heavy weight. She frowned while being indifferent, and then relaxed.She was smiling, exuding a divine radiance.

She raised her hand in a trance, her fingers clinging tightly together, making an inexplicable posture, falling, lifting, and falling again.

Suddenly, a sound could be heard, the sound of smooth round stones hitting sandalwood, muffled but extremely ethereal.

When the blackness fell, snowflakes fell from the sky. It was white, and against her dress, it showed the taste of loneliness and doom, slowly wafting an impulse that made people want to cry loudly.

The girl moved her body, and the white pigeon on her shoulder was frightened again and again, flying around, its feathers whirled in a mess, and fell to the ground in a whirl, black and white contrast.

She reached out to caress the long pole beside her, held it in her hand and stumbled to stand up, it was very cold, her fingers turned red in the rapidly falling air, she rubbed her hands, swung the long pole in her hand, took a step, and fell down On the snowy street.

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She arrived at a shop that was still closed, smiled and said something to the salesperson standing in front of the counter, paid the money, took something and walked out.

With her head raised and her eyes closed, the wet blood floated on her face, melting in an instant, and the traces that slid down her cheeks were like tears, just a single drop.

She started walking again, pacing with that overly pathetic look, murmuring numbers, 'One, two, three...'

The streets of Pais City are very complicated, and people with poor memory can easily get lost in the bright neon lights.The girl walked very slowly, and the long pole in her hand kept hitting the ground, her voice was clear and crisp.

At the turn less than five steps ahead, she turned around and squatted on the steps of the closed shop at the turn, holding a long pole around her body, trembling, her lips pursed tightly.

After a while, she took out the side pocket of her skirt, and took out a mobile phone with an unattractive design, pink with infinite romantic feelings.

Her hands were still trembling, and then she pressed the keyboard, and the sound of 'tap tap' sounded very good.

One: "Duddu - the number you dialed is an empty number... The number you dialed is an empty number..."

Hang up and continue.

Two: "Dudu—hello, who are you?"

"I'm looking for XXX."

"wrong number."

Hang up and continue.

Three: "Duddu - the number you dialed is an empty number... The number you dialed is an empty number..."

Hang up and continue.

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Thirteen thousand five sixty seven: "Duddu—the number you dialed is an empty number... The number you dialed is an empty number..."

The mechanized voice kept repeating, repeating, coming out of the cold listening receiver, with a very cold breath.She buried her head between her knees, her malt-yellow hair sticking up between her sleeves and her knees.Shake, shake again.

Her shoulders trembled up and down, and a suffocating whimper emanated from the air, so small that it was almost inaudible.

She withdrew her hand, and the pink fuselage slid down, with a 'creak' sound, the snow was covered.

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Dim street lamps, poor wiring, flickering lights, tall and tall telephone poles.Below is the figure of the girl.

She raised her head and nodded, approaching the light with an unknown emotion.Very warm feeling, like seeing something.

With her eyes closed, she stretched out her arms as if embracing a person. She was about 170 centimeters tall and very thin.She snuggled up, took a gentle pose in the air, with a serene expression, a sweet smile, and closed eyes.

She said, "Xingxing, I'm fine, the people here are very nice, it's nothing, it's okay, it's just that I miss you very much, I miss you very much. Xingxing, I tell you Xingxing, I like someone, just like , he is a complete villain, but ah... I still like it, stars, stars... what should I do?"

Her voice is very nice, the kind that makes people easily let go of their guard, soft and sweet, like chocolate ice cream eaten in summer, very cold but very comfortable.

She said, "Xingxing, am I being selfish? I could have saved him at that time. Sidney is a very good boy. If I saved him, wouldn't it be better? Xingxing, what do you think?"

She smiled, but it seemed to be crying, her expression was so contradictory, but she was very beautiful, even on an ugly face, she was very beautiful.very beautiful.

She said, "Xingxing, I really miss my mother, my father, and you, Xingxing, I really miss you."

Then she began to cry, in a very low voice, and her twitching was ugly.

When she couldn't breathe, she squatted down, sat limply on the ground and curled up, shaking her body constantly.She cried louder and louder, and finally became a howl.

It's been a long time, maybe not that long, time always passes quickly, maybe it's relatively slow, she stopped and wiped her face, stood up on her toes and looked at the flickering street lights.

They were a pair of very beautiful eyes, without pupils, without focal length, let alone eyes with invisible whites, a vast expanse of warm yellow, very warm.

She held the long pole in her hand, tapped it, and moved forward.

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This is not a very spacious coffee shop. She walked in and sat on the seat closest to the window under the guidance of the waiter. She didn't read the menu, but just pressed her elbows.

"Black coffee, orange moose." Quietly, she said.

The waiter quickly wrote on the list, turned around and asked her to wait politely.

She listened and nodded, turned her face to face out of the window, a large piece of snow and white, closed her eyes.

She didn't come back to herself until the waiter came back to bring black coffee and moose. She didn't know what she was thinking, or maybe she didn't think about anything. She fumbled for the cup for a long time, and the back of her awkward hand was stained with white The creamy, sweet smell floats under the nose, very attractive fragrance.

She picked up the cup and took a sip, the taste buds on the tip of her tongue were full of bitter taste, very bitter, but she enjoyed it with a face, as if it was not the most bitter coffee, but mellow and fresh milk, she bent down There are comfortable arcs at the corners of the eyes and mouth, like... a flower color.

The orange mousse was in her hand, she didn't take a sip, she finished her coffee, put the change on the table and got up, took a bite of the mousse when she left, it was very sweet.

Putting it down and wiping her hands on the dress, she pushed open the door, looking a little embarrassed without the guidance of the waiter, and left without looking back.

There was a fruit stand outside the door, she went up and bought a bag of apples.

I didn't choose, so I took one out and wiped it with my hands a few times before taking a bite. It tasted sweet and sour, very hard, not as soft and crisp as I expected.

She licked the water stains on her lips, and threw away the apple in her hand. There was only a hole missing, and it was buried alone in the snowdrift, very deep and very shallow.

She took out a second apple, bit into the same spot, and threw it away.

Take a bite and throw it away.Take a bite and throw it away.

When the bag was empty, she rolled up the plastic bag and put it in her pocket, with her hands in the pocket at the same time, kicking with a long pole.

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In front of her was a dilapidated hotel. She moved forward without hesitation. When she bumped into someone, she stopped and said sorry. Then, there was an overly immature voice, very soft and sweet, just like the orange mousse just now .

"I'm sorry, ah, you are the former lady. It's great. I met the lady here. Does the lady live here too? I'm also here. By the way, what's the lady's name? My name is Qianshui, Shen Qianshui, The most favorite name in the world."

She paused, probably thinking about when she met someone, guessing from the sound of her voice that it should be a small girl, but... she has no impression.

She smiled, comfortable and vulnerable, her eyes closed.

"By the way, Miss can't see, I'm sorry... Well, what's Miss's name? It's always good to live in the same place and have someone to take care of you."

She imagined what a person with such a voice and temper would look like, she must have beautiful black hair, straight and straight, eyes like stars, must be very beautiful.

She clenched the long pole in her hand, her voice was a little stiff, the kind of stiffness that only she could feel, and she said, "My name is Wheat, you can just call me Wheat."

As she said this, there was a kind of sprouting in her heart, a sprouting indulging in the blood, she didn't know where to start, and she didn't know how to describe it, but... very happy, really happy.

someone...

The author has something to say: Do not use the one with the snot in the wheat character picture!