canary in cage

Looking at the completely dark sky outside, Isri's irritability increased a lot.

How long did I stay in it?

Just a few minutes after leaving, the rain on the top of the head seemed to be pouring down desperately. The people who opened the shop moved their things inside the door of the shop. Within a few seconds, the street was empty.

Isri walked so fast that most of his trousers were wet. Not only that, there was thunder from the sky in the distance, and lightning rushed down one after another.

Isri was stunned for a second, and then started to run, feeling restless and flustered one after another.

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Cecil woke up in fright. As soon as he opened his eyes, the dark room was instantly lit up by lightning. On the transparent window, the woods outside were rustling by the wind, as if playing hell concerto.

With a sound of "Bang!", there seemed to be something falling outside the room, making a loud noise.

Cecil stared at the tightly closed door with wide eyes, his heart was beating wildly inside as if it was about to explode.

Lightning and thunder kept amplifying in the ears, Cehir was so cold that only the breath he exhaled was hot.

"Isri!" Cecil opened his mouth and shouted, his voice trembling.

no reply.

Cecil clenched his quilt tightly, watching the lights and shadows flashing through the crack of the door, his voice trembled even more: "Isri!"

Still no reply.

Fear instantly occupied the whole brain, Cecil gritted his teeth, and in the next second he squeezed himself tightly under the quilt, covering his head tightly.

Cecil didn't dare to close his eyes, so he could only widen his eyes wide. He was afraid, he was afraid that if he closed his eyes, he wouldn't be able to open them.

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It was also a rainy night, a brilliant crimson fell in front of him, he looked at him with wide eyes, the crimson seemed to have erased her appearance in his mind, only that delicate and soft voice rang in his ears.

"Cehir, my child, live."

"Cehir, my child, please live on."

Cecil scratched his hair, that memory kept pouring into his head, and the disgusting and deep blood filled his nasal cavity.

He couldn't remember, he couldn't remember anything, his memory seemed to be completely locked in a cage, and he couldn't even remember the simplest look of the other party.

There is only endless blood in my mind, and the disgusting dead people all over the floor.

"boom!"

There was another sound, and another thing outside fell down. It was as if it was in the ear, as long as the quilt was pulled down, the thing was in front of the eyes.

Cecil was trembling so badly that tears were suppressed from the corners of his eyes. Even with his eyes wide open, the tears squeezed out from under the frame.

"Isli...Isli..." Cecil called weakly.

At this time, he really wanted Isri to be by his side, even if it was that fierce Isri, as long as he was by his side.

The thunder kept ringing in the empty room, and Cecil's voice seemed extremely weak, as if he had gently scratched his heart with a feather.

"I was wrong...Isri...you come back."

Cecil's eyes were sore, but he didn't dare to close them, his fingertips were so cold that he couldn't feel it, and the nausea in his throat could rush out of his stomach at any time.

As if the devil and Cehir were fighting against each other, the more Cehir was afraid, the stronger the thunder and lightning outside, and he wished to explode directly in front of Cehir's eyes.

Tired, Cecil could only put his hand down and cover his ears tightly, hoping that the voice would be weaker, but in the end it didn't work at all.

Even if he could touch the lamp as long as he stretched out his hand, Cehir didn't dare to stretch out his hand, it seemed to have become his shadow.

That kind of thing has almost become a fact in his mind, as long as he stretches out his hand, someone will definitely grab him and kill him.

The bed was already big, and Cecil shrank himself into a ball again. If you didn't pay attention, you might think it was just a quilt rolled up on the bed.

Isri almost ran back the rest of the way, and his body was almost wet. When he returned to the door, he took off his coat and the like, and ran directly to Cecil's room.

He had never been so flustered before. Cecir knew he was afraid of this kind of weather. Even when he was by his side, Cecir was terribly cold.

Now, he is alone, Isri dare not imagine what Cehir is like now.

When I arrived at the door, I found that the nearby windows were not closed, and the flower pot that had been blown down by the wind was mixed with soil and glued to the carpet.

Isri slowed down his breath for a few seconds, then gently opened the door and walked in.

The room was pitch black, only illuminated by the continuous lightning outside. Isri walked to the bed and lightly pressed the button beside the bed.

A warm yellow light seemed to be the only thing he could rely on in the dark night, a flash of apology flashed in Isri's eyes, and he slowly opened his mouth.

"Master, I'm back."

The gentle and calm voice immediately struck Cehir hard in his heart, and in the next second, Cehir rushed out of the quilt, turned around and hugged Isri.

Although some parts of Isri's body are still wet, he doesn't care, he just wants someone to be by his side now.

Isri raised his hand and gently stroked Cecil's back. He was very thin, and he could clearly feel the spine with a light touch.

I don't know why, Isri felt a little distressed in his heart, and his slightly trembling body hugged him tightly, as if he was blaming him or relying on him.

"Master, don't be afraid, I'm back."

Isri bent down lightly, pulled up the quilt on the bed and covered Cecil's shoulders, and finally his trembling body got a little relief.

Cecil tightly grasped Isri's shirt, and buried his whole head in Isri's neck.

"Let me wait..." Cecil's voice was very low, as a gust of hot air sprayed on Isri's cold skin, and immediately, Isri's whole body trembled undetectably.

Isri paused, raised his hand slightly, caressed the back of Cecil's neck, and softened his voice a bit.

"Okay, sir."

Isri stood like this, letting Cehir hold her like this, but after a long time, Isri was still worried that Cehir would catch cold, after all, he was still wet.

"Master, I'm still wet, let go first, I'll change clothes." Saying that, Isri wanted to pull Cecil away from his body.

"Don't go." Cecil held Isri tighter, moved his head away from Isri's neck, and looked at Isri with red eyes: "Stay with me for a while."