Esseret

Know what, what should I exchange with him?Use your own inclinations and leave without saying goodbye?Still using the oppressive force on the bed—he always shed tears of joy at that time, and those tears were sometimes salty, sometimes sweet, and sometimes bitter.At first Edward thought it was because of Colin, because emotions were used as flavoring agents; now that he thinks about it, it may be a problem with his own tongue, which is salty when dull, sweet when emotional, and bitter when venting.

So despicable is himself.

Edward withdrew to the pharmacy in East City.The tall and strong man didn't see that Ellie's coat was crumpled like a bunch of shredded paper in the sachet, the sequins on the underwear were rubbed off, and the ground was full of stars.A newspaper on the chair covered his face, snoring delicately, and the small print in the corner was squeezed into a place without sunlight, crumpled and crooked.Edward moved closer to wake up the sleeping man, who was not afraid of anyone stealing——just as he was thinking, he turned his head vigilantly.It turned out that it was not an illusion, but more than a dozen pairs of real eyes, waiting for the opportunity to move from the transparency of the bottles and jars, from the misty fragrance, and from the colorful gadgets stacked high and low.Edward didn't dare to move, his eyes flicked around incongruously, and the nearest thing to him was the newspaper again.While calling Annie, he lightly touched his sagging shoulders, and the surrounding eyes seemed to be closer together.

"Hey, Annie! Wake up!"

The few lines of small print in the newspaper flashed again.

The first time I met Feng, I thought he was greedy.

The first time I wooed the wind, he covered his eyes.

The first time I saw the wind say goodbye, only bells and damp flooded me.

Edward found it boring and stopped reading.This broad mass mood is no better than waking up someone who is pretending to be asleep, and just as boring.In contrast, Brant wrote much better stuff—"There was a dance in the night, and the figures on the wall danced..." The next thing, he forgot.A sentence or two can be done with muscle memory, the rest is difficult.

"No one can dance in the night, but shadows dance in the wall." Ah yes, Edward remembered the nails on the wall.Oh yes, in the tavern, and how long ago that was--probably doesn't matter.

It was a tacit answer.The man yawned, sucked the newspaper until his mouth was slightly moist, and then forced it to puff up.

"Sir, you are really busy today." Yin and Yang said strangely.An arm blocked Edward's hand that was about to uncover the newspaper, and he kicked his feet forward, pushing his knees bent forward and stumbling backwards. "I don't want to see you, sir."

"...Okay, okay." Edward sounded a little dejected, with a pitiful look on the street, "I ask you...I ask you! You, you are the boss of Dongshi, right, ah? Right!"

The baji baji under the newspaper stopped for a while, and then began to baji baji with great interest.

"You really flatter me, sir. There is no boss in Dongshi."

"Hmph, come on." Edward stepped forward again anxiously, then kicked his calf, and let out a painful groan.

"Sir, you have made yourself so hard for a small sachet," the man put one leg on the other, looking comfortable and aloof. "Why bother."

"It's your fault, isn't it!" Edward simply bent over and overturned the small pavement in front of him, who knew that he touched some mechanism, and the big box behind fell down, and he staggered to his knees On the ground, painfully wanting to leave the box. "If not, why is there no such thing in West Market! You—"

"You fucking shut up." The man still raised his head, and hit Edward's mouth hard with the sachet in his hand. It was very accurate and painful.

"You're so smart!" There were two hey laughs from under the newspaper, but the tone of voice turned left and right, as if the mouth was laughing and the throat was crying. "Sir! You are so smart! This is clearly the same root of Qingzhaohua, why did you go to Dongshi to blame the claw flower!"

"Huh?" Edward ignored this accusation, "The things are in the East Market, but you can all blame them in the West Market? You even killed people? Killed people! It's amazing!"

"...Kill who?"

"Stop pretending. You are so hypocritical, I can't stay in this place for a minute." He turned his head to leave.

"You love your brother so much!"

Edward cursed.

"No matter what you say, I can only say that this cannot be blamed on Dongshi, it is Xishi's own business, and Dongshi will not interfere."

Edward picked up a craft bottle and tried to smash it, but the back of his head was cut open first, and his ears buzzed.He didn't have to look back, he knew who he was and where he was, but he no longer knew who he was or where he was.

"If I tell you the truth, people will actually start dying. The truth is contagious."

"Don't stay here, don't trust me, and don't trust your brother, it's best not to trust anyone."

Edward held back his cold sweat, thinking that it was a joke not to believe anyone.It's like I trusted someone.When he was thinking about who was so stupid, he thought of the little spiders, those huge ones, whom he regarded as friends and family, and finally fell into a fight for food.No one will lose, only you will die.

Jump off a cliff alone with your tail between your legs and be eaten by a big fish - no one will feel sorry.

Edward didn't even bother to wonder if this man was responsible for ruining his beautiful net; he staggered away leaning on the wall.I don't know where to go.

32. "You and I are just like each other, it doesn't mean love."

Brant still managed to cover it up. He pulled a coat from behind the chair. The coat was too tangled and he didn't want to go. He flipped the chair over in a hurry.Not only did the sleeves get entangled with the chair, but a few buttons were squeezed into the gap, and it was impossible to get it out. When Brant tried his best, the buttons were hidden inside with a few silk threads.He hurriedly chased after him, and tripped over the foot of a chair. The sachet on the pavement could have caught him, but it was very scattered, and most of it was overturned to the ground, and the hard board hit him. Chin, made a bloody mouth.

"Brant!" Someone called out first, and then the name appeared in groups of people.Brant knew what it meant, but he shook his head grimly. "I have to go...I have to go..." The meowing of the cat behind her was annoying.

"...Wait!" Brant chased in that direction, looking at the narrow alley, like opening a gap to reach for a button.Drunk, vomiting, and sick, all of them are like reliefs on the wall. They don't grow naturally, but are molted out of the wall, and they turn into dust when they step on it. "Wait...Edward..." whispered.

He saw a tumbler-like back, jumping and dodging its criss-crossed legs, rushing towards that broad back.The fingers touch first, the warm material is slippery, puffy, strong and reliable, but it is hunchbacked and the hair is messy.He missed the man who voluntarily knelt in front of him, the lust in his eyes was so romantic.

Edward reflexively threw away the hands that were climbing behind his back, and stepped back from left to right.He stared at his pants and yelled to roll, then looked up to see Brant, he opened his mouth, but there was no sound.There was a pause in his eyes, looking at the eyes floating between his lips, he was thinking about what he could see, what he could read, and he didn't know what he said.

"Damn".

"why".

"Why".First hastily, then heavily, once and for all, very slowly, for a full three times.

"Edward...that, I didn't do that. It was your brother—" Immediately after he slapped, Brant opened his mouth halfway, and saliva fell from one corner of his mouth.Tears had flowed from his hidden half of his eyes, but the bright half of his eyes was still wide open.

"Ha...hahaha..." Edward suppressed his voice.Brant waited patiently, thinking about what he would say in defense.

"I've been thinking about it for a long time," he pointed to his temple, and Brant could see, between his squeezing movements, the walls and nails, the shadows and dances, the words, and his pink face and body, like It leaked out like pus.

"I realize I don't know who you are."

33. "The cold water of nothingness is poured from the top of the head to the feet, and the bubbles on the ground drift from the midwinter to the midsummer."

"...Edward." Weakly shouted, the little doll at the top of the bubble was still laughing and jumping. Looking at the sunken transparent membrane, he felt how strong he was.Unexpectedly, when the small sunken mouth sucked, the whole person fell into it, and all kinds of old-fashioned stories filled with piles of glass balls in the East City suddenly came true—people don’t step on shadows, and neither do shadows. Holding people up, people jump so high when there is light, but when darkness comes, they are swallowed and chewed up by the shadows, and they can’t distinguish people from shadows, leaving only walls and nails.

Edward ignored the man with his chest up and head straight about to punch him, he raised his hand to block it, was pressed and released the pressure, dodged lightly, took off the coat and covered it The body covered with sharp weapons quickly fled away.Brant's eyes went dark, and he fumbled wildly, not thinking about taking off his coat, but just blindly grasping, fisting, kicking, and bumping with his knees.His foot slammed on a stone with dark spots, his toes twitched, and he fell sideways gasping for air.He was thinking as he hugged his feet, this is Edward's coat, it smells like Edward.

Ke Lin hid in the alley and looked sideways. He let out a bad breath and felt that what happened just now would not be as regrettable as he imagined.Despite Brant's paleness of defeat and failure, it wasn't the worst.It was still light, and the wind in the port was blowing harder.

And that's not the worst.Colin looked up, as if