Red dust kills beauty

[-]. Peekaboo ①

After parting with Xiaobai, I didn't rush to find the witch merchant, but went to Yanbei.

After recovering my memory, it was difficult for me to face Zhaoyao because of guilt.

I often comfort myself despicably, Zhaoyao can support himself without me, and he didn't freeze to death from starvation, he is the one who needs me the least among the three.And he refuses to leave Yanbei, so I can't raise him at all.

But I know these are excuses.

I have been teased repeatedly from "fate" and bent my spine, from the original disbelief and reluctance to ignore it, to the current behavior.Leaving Fu Baixue, looking for a witch merchant, and ignoring Zhaoyao, because their lives will be derailed, and then a deeper disaster will follow.

I'm really scared.

"You mean that little puppy who doesn't grow up?"

The girl in front of her spit impatiently: "It's living a much happier life than us! Adults can't catch it, and children can't catch it either. It's almost becoming a tyrant in Shuilongpo!"

I smiled, and walked towards the place pointed by the girl, which was Zhaoyao's nest recently.He took a discarded sofa cushion as a bed, with an alloy eaves on top of his head, and there were many claw marks on the wall, which should be the place where he sharpened his claws when he was free.

I took everything into my eyes, imagining how Zhaoyao lived here, and my heart felt sour, followed by tenderness.

Around evening, Zhaoyao finally came back.He probably never brought food into the nest, and ate his belly full outside.

Seeing me standing in front of his nest, Zhaoyao pricked up her ears vigilantly, took two steps back, then shrugged her nose, and tentatively took two steps forward with her front legs.

I clapped my hands and called out to him: "Little Xiaobai!"

Zhaoyao's eyes moved, her tail shook, and she ran in front of me without hesitation.

I knelt down and stared at this dirty little wolf cub, and he also looked at me.

I asked again: "Xiao Xiaobai, come out of here with me, I will treat you very well."

He obviously understood, his furry face wrinkled into a ball, and he avoided my hand again.

I smiled. "You really like it here, don't you?"

He purred and flicked his tail behind him.

At this moment, my heart is almost unbearable, not only because of his present, but also because of his future.

I remember that when we decided to move, Zhaoyao agreed with almost no hesitation.

So if you don't want to be here, at least act like a baby to me and complain to me a few words.

"..." I reached out and rubbed his head, "What were you thinking at that time, idiot."

He sneezed impatiently and broke free from my arms.It seems that the greetings are over, and I plan to go back to the nest to rest.

I hugged him again, a little harder this time. "Don't be busy, anyway, I have to give you a bath first, look at you, you are so dirty that you are almost like a black dog."

And vaccinate him, prepare medicine for him, and clean up his kennel by the way.

I took him to the pet store to take a bath, no matter whether it was blowing or washing, he was not afraid, but lay there lazily, allowing me to serve him.

As I trimmed the hair that covered his eyes, I whispered: "Although being an animal is easy and there are only so few things to think about, but..."

I swallowed a sigh: "It's better to be human, right?"

Quickly notice that something is wrong, and then become human.

He stood up and looked at me, tilting his head in bewilderment.

I closed my eyes, took him into my arms, and kissed his dark blue eyes.

I really miss him.

Before leaving Yanbei, I stood in front of a deserted courtyard house—the place where Fu Baixue and I first established the Self-Defense Force in the future—I took a photo, and together with a letter that said everything is fine, I went back to Back to Wuzhou.

I contacted Wu Qiong—that is, the witch merchant's father, and asked him if he still intends to let me teach the witch merchant.

Wu Qiong's voice sounded a bit embarrassed: "I'm honored that you still remember Gouzi, but something happened recently... His mother passed away, he seemed to be stimulated by it, and he was very repulsed by women, so my wife took him back The family takes good care of him, but this child is very resistant. I am worried that you will irritate him even more when you come. "

hiss……

Wu Qiong is no longer a hint, but an explicit statement that is too lazy to be perfunctory. He almost said that the water in his house is deep, and told me to get out of here and not get involved.

At that time, Wu Qiong wanted to hire me, probably because Wu Shang was really talented, and his "autism" was not serious. He felt that there was still room for "correction", but now he has probably given up.

Thinking about the thick stack of materials I saw when I investigated the situation of the witch merchants, I scolded Wu Qiong again, this old beast is not a human being.

It's a pity I've never been a witty person.

I pretended not to understand his hint, and said hypocritically: "Ah, that's really great, because I had some doubts because of this before. In fact, I am a man, and I pretend to be a woman for the convenience of walking."

Wu Qiong: "..."

As Ning Hongchen, I have been wondering why my body is so strange, I can squeeze it into various shapes like plasticine, now I understand that for my soul, the body is just a spiritual tool The outer shell that was squeezed out at will, since it is an outer shell, naturally you can modify it as you want-as long as you can hold back the pain.

I squeezed my throat, and felt that the Adam's apple was gradually growing through the flesh, the vocal cords became longer and wider, and the throat cavity became wider—fuck!No matter how many times I still can't help but want to curse, this process is really fucking painful - I cleared my throat and said to Wu Qiong in a low voice: "Hello? Mr. Wu? This is my real voice .”

Wu Qi: "..."

Before I met him to confirm my identity, I had completely changed my appearance and turned into a man, the man I saw in the materials and renamed "Wushan".

Even if this has happened more than once, I still wonder where in the circle of "fate" I am.

At the end of spring, I finally met a small witch merchant in the witch house.At that time, I had just discussed the content of the teaching with Wu Qiong, and he led a tour of this ancient western-style manor. Wu Qiong called a servant and asked her to bring the young master to meet people.

I playfully chewed on the title "Little Young Master", remembering that he lived with Zhaoyao and I in the kennel in Shuilongpo when he was more than ten years old, and I couldn't help laughing.

Not long after, the servant hurried over and said that the young master was lost again.The word "again" is very spiritual.

Wu Qiong sighed to me, meaning "you see, he is so difficult to deal with".But I found a little familiar feeling, that kind of intimacy of "Sure enough, Zuo Jing was also Zuo Jing when I was a child". I couldn't hold it back for a while, and I said, "Let me help you find it too."

He was in his 20s, he was in his teens, and his memories were disturbing. I really want to see him now.

Wu Qiong probably felt that this activity would help increase the familiarity between teachers and students, or on the contrary, it could drive me away, so she readily agreed.

I finally found him in the living room on the right side of the third floor.At that time, he was hiding in the fireplace. Because of his thin body and wearing black clothes, he would really ignore it if he was not careful.He put down with his back to the door, curled up in the fireplace piled with charcoal fire, probably because he was not very comfortable, so his body looked stiff.

I stared at the slightly long hair protruding from his neck, feeling helpless and a little funny.

Only insecure cats like to drill into boxes.

I quietly approached him, and then suddenly called out to him: "Your clothes are dirty."

The witch merchant was obviously taken aback, his shoulders flinched suddenly, then he turned around at a speed that could shake his head off, and stared at me in surprise, his eyes widened slightly.

I pointed to the hem of his suit - it looks like expensive couture, but it's still shorts and stockings. Seriously, no one who puts this on him thinks he'll be cold what! —there was already soot on it, one black and one white.

"..." He didn't speak.

This is the first time we met after I regained my memory. Although we had met several times before, the feeling at that time was different.

I looked at him more carefully and cautiously.

He was worse than the last few times I saw him. Whether it was the loss of his rounded cheeks, the flashing vigilant eyes, or his tight shoulders, it all showed that this is not a person living in a stable environment. "Little Master".

I stared at his burnt knees in the fireplace, stretched out a hand to the child, and said softly, "Come out, please? I am your tutor, please give me more advice in the future."

"..." He frowned beautifully, then turned his head back, and hid inside again.

This broken child!If he was any older, I would just grab him by the back collar and lift him out!

I simply squatted down, using both hands and feet, and crawled into the fireplace.

The witch merchant was startled, he stared at me in shock, stretched out his thin, pale hand, trying to push me out.

What's the matter? He, when we met at the research institute, wasn't he still sharp-tongued and energetic?Why are you acting like a real introvert now, not even daring to speak! ?

I tried it back and forth twice, and I have to say that after getting used to a woman's body, I feel that a man's body is really thick and inflexible-the shell I made for myself is too big now, and it is a bit reluctant to fit it in.I thought about it and withdrew.

The witch merchant probably thought that I was finally going to give up, so he breathed a sigh of relief. I glanced at him, took off my coat, and then squeezed my left shoulder slightly, and only heard a "click", and the joint was removed by me. down.

Holding back the pain, I calmly got into the narrow fireplace amidst the disbelieving expression on Wu Shang's face.

"..." If it wasn't for the fact that there is only so much space inside, he would probably be able to slide along the cracks in the wall to the end of the world.

Probably cats are made of liquid.

But besides being unfriendly, cats are also very curious.

He leaned against the wall bricks, facing me, and stared at me as if driving off the invaders in the territory. At first, he was aggressive, but then he seemed to see something, his eyes flashed, and he tilted his head slightly .

I'm so familiar with his body language, it's the "this guy is weird and interesting" kind of thing.

"You see, as long as one joint is removed, a person's room for movement can be much larger. If another joint is removed, a person can even be packed into a very small box." I tried to persuade him, "Are you interested?" study?"

His eyes lit up.

We crawled out of the fireplace in disgrace, and after dusting him off, I held his bony shoulders and scolded Wu Qiong ten thousand times again in my heart.

He stared at my face and moved his lips as if he wanted to say something, but he didn't say it in the end.

I didn't know what he was thinking, I held his hand as if nothing had happened, and walked out on my own.I need him to change a suit of clothes, at least not the shorts that expose the knees and calves. To be honest, I have been disgusted with his outfit for a long time-his cold fingers on my palm trembled, as if he wanted to shrink Going back, I grabbed it with more force.

"Shh, don't hide. Aren't your hands cold?"

I squeezed his cool and small palm.

As if he had never been led by an elder before, he looked at me at a loss, hesitated, I smiled at him, he lowered his eyes, and finally held my hand cautiously.

That gentle force is like a wounded butterfly resting on the fingertips.

At first, I thought that the witch merchant was like Fu Baixue, who was tossed into a little dumb by the neurotic environment.

Later I found out that the witch merchant is not unable to speak, but just too lazy to speak.The people around him are either too stupid, like his servants; or too smart, like his father; or startled, like his stepmother.It was all too much for him to bear, and he later discovered that he could minimize the harassment by simply cutting off communication with them.

Even if the price of avoiding this harassment is to be ignored by everyone and treat him as a fool born to a lunatic mother.

The first time he talked to me was when we were lying on the grass and drawing a picture book.

I remembered that later I tore up all the witch merchant's bookmarking books, and later traced them all again to coax him, and now I really want to forget it-it's really ironic.

The estate has a large lawn, which is beautifully tended by the gardener, and there are manicured rose bushes along the road.I casually picked one of the roses and put it in his picture book, and held my chin to watch him paint the roses in the picture book the same red color with a watercolor pen.

At this moment, the witch merchant spoke.

"It's boring," he said.

I have almost forgotten what his voice is like at this time, maybe the last time I heard his voice was a long time ago, and he is now a child, not a toddler, anyway, I froze for a moment, and didn't even respond Where did that light, soft voice come from?

Until he repeated again: "It's boring."

I turned to look at him, let out a "hmm" from my nasal cavity, and asked, "So?"

He looked at me confused. "So why are you doing this. I'm not low sighted, you can tell," he emphasized, "I'm healthy."

...he's such an idiot.

Next chapter: Peekaboo②

"Whether you are healthy or not, whether you are useful or not; whether you are a one-in-a-million genius or not; as long as you are you, I will love you, and there is no reason for that."

I really wanted to tell him so.

?April [-]st

See Devil VI for details of the conversation between the two after they came out of the fireplace.

I'm back woo woo woo woo.

You don’t know how I lived during this period. I changed a new job. The leader is an Indian. He is very—— and has a very strong accent. I can’t understand many of his words. Once he got angry with me. Why do you have to go to work even if you don't understand the language!

I would rather face ten South Americans than meet one Indian who has the face to say that my language is bad!He is serious! ?

Then there is moving, the landlord got involved in a lawsuit and hid back to the country, and my roommate and I lived in a mess for no reason. Recently, I am hiring a lawyer, going to court, looking for a house, and moving... It was only done yesterday, really enough.