rose nursery rhyme

Children who are especially favored have extra ways to act like a baby.

Night fell quickly, and the four corners of the room were hung with balls of light. Mr. Magician abused magic, just to see every expression on the boy's face clearly.

Xidi was hanging on Brice, unwilling to get off, like a puppy, clinging to someone and grinding his teeth on his collarbone. The sharp canine teeth gnawed marks all over his body, and then gnawed on the one on his neck with anticipation. collar.

There are traces left by the rose on the collar, and a simple red thread makes it look better.

The boy acted coquettishly: "I really can't..."

Really can't let him take this thing off?

Bryce would always agree to all of Xidi's requests, but never wavered in this matter. He stroked the boy's arched back and gently refused: "Now is not the time."

Xi Di made the next best thing: "Then I want to see it."

He had only glanced at the tattoo under the black collar in a hurry, and had never carefully studied what it looked like.

The child obediently rubbed against the side of Bryce's neck, his voice was vague and hoarse.

"Just look at it." He begged softly, "I won't move it."

Brice didn't speak, closed his eyes, and lifted his chin up a bit. The raised jaw and neck form an arc together, which has a fragile beauty.

It was as if he was willingly sacrificing himself to Sidi.

Sheedy was delighted to have finally been granted permission.She turned over and sat on his waist, and used both hands to push up the collar little by little as a show of respect.

The collar was not tight, and it was easily pushed past the Adam's apple, revealing a circle of patterns underneath.

As he had guessed, the pattern was black, tangled brambles.

Xidi touched it with her hand, and found that it was the touch of skin and flesh, with clear edges and a darker color than ordinary tattoos.

The boy bowed his head and kissed the thorns with great interest, and took another bite.

Bryce's Adam's apple rolled, driving the circle of thorns around his neck, and the thorns squirmed as if they were alive, revealing a bit of a ferocious face.

However, after all, it was just a pattern on the tattoo, and soon calmed down, as if everything just now was just an illusion caused by the interlacing of light and shadow.

Xidi soon had enough research, pulled off the collar, and praised: "It looks good, it suits you."

Without saying a word, Brice smiled at the boy sitting on his waist, and supported the boy's slender waist as if he was afraid that someone would fall.

The silver hair spread out, like moonlight obscured by fog, and solidified on the bed.

No matter from which angle you look at it, he is indeed breathtakingly beautiful.

The young man was so well-behaved, it might have been because he was tired from the mischief just now, he sat on his waist without moving, and even helped Brice to cut his long hair slowly.

"Who are you?" Xidi seemed to be talking to herself, "What do you have to do with the abyss?"

Brice's voice was gentle: "You want to know?"

Xidi glanced at him, rarely showing any expression, her eyes were very clean olive green.

This shows that he is not very interested.

"...don't want to," he said, "whatever you are, don't tell me."

Xidi cared more about what he could bring to him than getting to the bottom of it.

Excessive exploration will only wear down the trust between the companions... So far, they get along very well, and that's enough.

Xidi can guess some, but she is no longer curious about it.

Bryce's expression was a little regretful.

Xidi didn't care, she had already got off him, took two steps towards the window, turned around and put on a dress, and then opened the curtain again.

The stars outside the window are like snow hail.

Brice sat up slowly from the bed, casually put his clothes on his shoulders, and walked to Xidi: "What are you looking at?"

Looking out of the window like this, the child is obviously attracted by other things.

Xidi leaned on the window sill to look out, and thoughtfully said: "I heard a voice."

He looked at the street. There was almost no one in the city. Even if there were, they would not go wandering on the street at this time. The three-way intersection was completely silent, there was not even a wind, and there was not even a moving signboard.

All the dead birds in that area were gone, only dried bloodstains and pitch-black feathers remained.

They eat carcasses.

Of course, including your own kind.

Brace: "What's that sound?"

Siddie: "Like crying."

Why is there crying here?

Not to mention that this city is about to become a dead city, even the remaining residents who still live in the city will not come to such a place to cry in the middle of the night.

Alex warned them not to go downstairs no matter what they heard... perhaps anticipating this to happen.

However, how could Xidi listen to him.

The young man originally thought that this town was nothing more than that, except that there were a little more birds, other than that, it was meaningless.Now he was aroused, and happily turned around and announced: "I want to go down and have a look."

Brice had expected it a long time ago, and had already helped him find the clothes, supervised Sidi to put them on, and then nodded in satisfaction: "Let's go."

****

There is no obvious difference between downstairs and during the day.

There are no lighting facilities on the streets of this city, but fortunately the moonlight is bright tonight, which shows the effect of the small stones in the gaps between the stone slabs.

The small white stones can reflect light. If someone is walking on the road at night, they won't be able to see the road clearly and accidentally fall into the ditch on the side.

Sidi stood in the middle of the three-way intersection and rubbed her ears: "The crying is getting closer."

Bryce: "Yeah."

They could all hear some faint cries coming from the end of one of the roads. It might be a little far away, and it sounded somewhat ethereal, echoing on the buildings on both sides.

The source of the sound is heading towards this three-way intersection.

Xi Di was looking forward to it, and looked at the end of the road, but so far it was still dark and there was nothing.

"Wow, woohoo..."

The cry was getting closer and clearer.

"Woooo..."

Gradually, from the darkness that the two of them faced, a little fire appeared.

First there is a very faint, ethereal tinge of orange.

Then the flames ignited suddenly, and the light gradually grew larger, dispelling the surrounding darkness.

It turned out to be a candlestick.

The candlestick is pure gold, and three golden roses are separated from a base. A white candle is inserted on the rose, the flame is dancing, and the melted wax drips on the ground bit by bit. It immediately disappeared into thin air.

I don't know how long the candle has been burning, and it is not short at all.

Holding a candlestick in both hands, emerging from the shadows is a child.

Translucent... a child without feet.

It should be a boy, only about six or seven years old, with blond curly hair on his head, wearing a white robe, the hem of the white robe is tattered and curled, as if it has been burned.

He was the one who uttered the crying sound, and the child was crying out of grief. Translucent tears slid down both sides of his cheeks and disappeared while still in mid-air.

He looks sad.

Sidi: "Is this a ghost?"

He had only seen some paintings, never the real thing.

Brace: "It seems so."

As soon as the child came out of the shadow, he stood there and cried loudly, holding a candlestick in his hand. Only the candlestick in his whole body was not translucent, and it should be a real thing.

I don't know how it can be held in the hands of ghosts.

The two of them didn't feel nervous at all. Seeing the child standing in front of the shadow, gradually turning from howling to sobbing, and his sight was no longer completely blocked by tears, he blinked and saw two big boys standing in front of him. living.

Xi Di said hello: "Good evening."

He personally asked the child for proof: "Are you a ghost?"

Child:"……"

The child didn't speak, and took two steps forward, sobbing.

More figures emerged from the shadows.

They are all translucent ghosts, lined up in a long line, of different ages and genders, following the children nervously, but holding nothing in their hands.

Not many people, counting the children, there are eight in total.

Sheedy: "Wow."

He had never seen anything so new, and looked left and right around the long line of ghosts.

All but the leading child, all the ghosts scurried away from his curious gaze.They basically have deep or shallow festering, and in a few places, bones can even be seen. Even in a translucent state, they look very terrifying.

Like a rotting garland.

There are also burnt marks.

Not very good looking.

Sheedy circled back to the front of the line and stood in front of the tear-wiping child, reaching out to touch the child's forehead.

No, his hand went straight through the child's head.

But his behavior scared the child, he opened his eyes wide, and finally said the first sentence of the night: "What are you doing?"

She was crying too fast, and hiccupped a little while speaking.

Very good, although it should not be able to kill, but can communicate.

Xidi retracted her hand and spread it out in front of the child: "What are you holding? Can you lend me a look?"

The child cried and asked Sidi: "Who are you?"

Sheedy just remembered to introduce herself again: "I'm Sheedy."

Child: "I haven't... woo... I haven't seen you..."

He carefully protected the candlestick in his arms, refusing to give it to Sidi.

Xi Di felt a little disappointed: "I just look at it, can't I?"

The child wiped his tears with the sleeve on his arm: "This, uh... this is not for you..."

He was young when he died, and he didn't speak very clearly. He only knew to hold the candlestick tightly, so tightly that the flame on the candle even passed through his body, and the child didn't seem to feel it.

He didn't know what he thought of, he hugged the candlestick, and once again fell into endless wailing, no matter what Xidi said, he didn't seem to be able to listen.

The ghosts behind were all afraid of the child, and when they saw him crying, they all lowered their heads.

Xi Di: "..."

The little pervert didn't know how to treat the child, so he returned to Brice and whispered, "I seem to have made him cry."

It's okay to make a child cry.

Sheedy: "I did something bad."

It has nothing to do with precepts or rules, it has nothing to do with good or bad, adults just shouldn't make children cry on purpose.

Sidi felt a little guilty.

Brace: "You didn't make me cry."

Sidi: "Huh?"

Brice obviously knew something, and wrapped his arms around his shoulders: "Go back and talk."

With no one blocking the way, the ghost team started to move forward again. Accompanied by the cries of the children, they walked slowly through the three-way intersection and disappeared at the other end of the darkness.

The author says:

Adults are not allowed to make children cry, just not.