Take the ghost monster to catch the monster

I took the name of Moore, because I don't know where it came from, I kept this young child by my side, and I took care of him.

Moore is very obedient and smart, and he learns quickly whatever is taught to him.

I let him address me as "Sir."

Moore is not my child, and I have never been a parent. From the moment I took him in, I never thought about treating this child like a parent.

Rather than saying that I keep him by my side and take care of him as my own child, I feel more like my friend and a companion in my life.

I like Moore's smile, I want to keep him by my side, and I want to find new fun for my self-satisfied life.

There is no doubt that saving Moore from the cleft-mouth girl and keeping him by my side was the most correct choice I made.

Moore is like a little angel to me. I am usually not good at speaking, and I am mostly in a serious state. I don’t want to be contaminated with worldly troubles. I want to just let it go like this, and I don’t want to have too much emotion.

The more affection I have, the more painful it will be when I lose it, just like when my mother left me, just like when I can no longer be a teenager.

I thought that I could have no desires and no worries in my future life, but in fact I know that all this is just my self-deception.

I am very lonely, very lonely. I used to have a mother, and her mother left. Then I met a boy, and the boy also left.

The young Moore seemed to be able to see through my heart. Although he was immature and knew little, I could sense that he was always thinking of ways to make me happy.

Whenever I see Moore, he will only show me his smile. It should be said that I have almost never seen him cry. He doesn't matter.

I remember the first time I saw Moore crying, he was hiding in a corner of the garden alone, a corner where there were hardly any people, and he was crying alone.

I searched for him for a long time, and I asked Moore, why are you crying?

He was unwilling to tell me at first, but under my repeated questioning, he said that he had lost the birthday present I gave him, which was a felt toy I gave him with fox fur from my own body.

He was crying a lot while talking, I don't understand, why, it's just a small felt toy, the amblyopia likes it, so he can ask me for it, I have a lot of it here.

Seeing him crying fiercely, I picked up Moore and gave him a new felt pendant of mine. The child took the pendant from my hand with a face full of remorse, and he told me in an immature accent:

"Sir, I'm sorry, I promise you that there will be no next time, and I will cherish what my husband left for me."

He put the new felt pendant I gave him in his arms, and hugged him tightly, like treating a beloved object.

I looked at Moore's childish face, but his eyes were as firm as an adult's. My heart was inexplicably sour, and I couldn't bear it, so I comforted him and said:

"Moore, Mister didn't blame you, you don't have to blame yourself, if you like it, how much do you want, how much do I give you?"

I flexed my fingers and wiped away the tears from the child's hands. I felt inexplicably playful in my heart. Moore was hugged in my arms, soft and warm. I really felt like holding a little angel Kicking in my arms, he was too warm.

I said, "Moore, do you want to become a little angel and fly?"

Joking words, I just said it without thinking, Moore tried hard to wipe the tears of grievance from the corners of his eyes:

"Sir, do you like angels?"

I bent my eyes to look at him, indeed, I showed a smile that I haven't shown for a long time, and I said to Moore:

"I love angels, he lives in heaven, he is loved and admired by people, and I love angels to smile, just like I love seeing Moore's smile now."

I never thought, I just said that I like to look at Moore and smile, this silly boy, he actually takes this as his life creed.

If I knew at the time that he valued my words so much, I would rather not say such words. Moore is a living person with flesh and blood, and I should not dominate his emotions, just to please me.

I lifted her small body high, and I used spells to slowly transform her into wings of pure white feathers.

With golden hair and snow-white wings, isn't this the angel himself descending into the world?

Come down before my eyes......

I encouraged Moore, and I said: "Moore, I have given you wings, now you can become an angel and fly freely in the sky like them."

The little child is not afraid, no matter when, he always trusts my words unconditionally, in fact, I did it out of no intention or just a joke.

He flapped his wings.Flying in the sky imitating the angels in the fairy tales I showed her.

He expressed his thanks to me, and at the same time the child was full of curiosity. With his lovely expression, he asked me suspiciously:

"Mister gave me wings, and I became his angel, so is Mr. more beautiful than an angel?"

He asked me this question again, and I didn't know how to start with the answer. I probably never linked words like angels and beauty to each other.

I think if Moore knew how bad I was, I denied my mother, I became a stray dog, I rolled in the dirty mud, he wouldn't be so innocent to say it to me Beautiful word.

I said: "I am not an angel, and I am not beautiful, but you are different. I see you are as beautiful as an angel. I weave wings for you, which is just a little imitation of an angel. I am not qualified to give The one with angel wings."

A bloody ghost with bloody hands, I'm not qualified.

But the young Moore said something that made me unbelievable:

Moore: "No, Mr. is the best Mr. I have ever met. Mr. treats me very well. I like Mr.."

I was a little taken aback by the word "like". In my memory, it seems that my mother has never said such words to me.

The teenager once regarded me as a family member. He praised me and took care of me, but he never said he liked me.

I have to say, I like these two words very much, and I will keep them silently in my heart.

Moore is very beautiful, I once wanted to keep him by my side, but is it because he is too beautiful?I was a little bit sad, he shouldn't stay by my side, I'm a monster, and he's a human being.

I'm compared to Moore, I have an endless lifespan, but Moore has only a hundred years, he stays with me, it's not good, my life is no fun, I don't touch people, it belongs to humans, He should go to live in human society, not with me.