Spider thread

The author has something to say: Hello everyone, with the encouragement of Sister Yannan, I decided to write a part and publish a part just like her "What He Wen" to prove my survival.

Then the appearance of this article is like this: Clow>>>>>Month ≥ Kerubellos, because I think about this article from the perspective of Crow, please understand (beaten to death. Then every paragraph is quite Short I don't know why don't ask me.

Update time = irregular, probably, possibly, maybe, should be able to finish writing.To tell you the truth, this is impossible.

There will be many original characters appearing Watch out! (But it will not affect the relationship line, please rest assured)

Also, if you feel uncomfortable or uncomfortable, welcome to bombard me with private messages.

So now, let's start this story that happened in the distant past.

Crow Reid sat at the desk, showing a thoughtful look.The fingertips of his hands were intertwined, and his hands were placed on the open book while maintaining this joint position.The author of that book was defined as a third-rate novelist by the editor of a newspaper with a wide circulation, and he had the honor of being mentioned on the first page of that publication only because someone took advantage of the night in a small-scale novelist. A huge and unbelievable chalk painting was painted in the open space of the big park to commemorate him.Even though almost all mainstream magazines classified him as a third-rate novelist, Clow still collected the publications that published his works (again, these publications were also judged by many critics as third-rate magazines) and two self-published ones. book.Craw thought he was not a third-rate novelist, he could even be said to be first-rate, not only Craw, but also his friends.The mixed-review novelist published under the odd pseudonym Teal, but Craw knew what was going on.

On the desk besides this one lay open were many other books, all written and bound by Craw himself.There are a lot of anecdotes written in it, most of which are things that he, Yue and Kerubellos experienced together. At that time, Crow wrote them down because it was very fun, and second, so that he could reminisce about the past in the future.Regarding the second point, Kuro had to admit that he was wrong. Although it had been a long time, he could still remember most of his past experiences clearly, without letting go of any details.These memoirs about the past are stacked on the side of the desk against the wall.

In addition to the books, there were several pieces of draft paper on the not-so-small wooden table, all of which were slightly yellow. On the first piece of paper, Kuro wrote several names in black ink, which was already It happened several weeks ago, and he didn't know why, but let the papers scattered on the already untidy table.Those names were neatly arranged from top to bottom on the first sheet, but Ruberos and Yue once asked him what these names represented, at that time he replied with a smile, "This is what I compared from the past to the present. The names of close friends, I suddenly wanted to list them that day, so I did so." After saying this, he spread his palms and made a look of "I can't help it".After hearing this answer, Yue said "That's it" as a reply and continued to concentrate on the chess game in front of him, but Ruberos said, "Then you have too few friends, I am really sorry that you have a long life ", that game ended in a tie between Yue and Kerberos.

Those names, whenever Kuro saw them, he could recall the face of the friend corresponding to each name, and then recalled the time they spent together.More than that, Crow often recalled his friends, sometimes a specific one, sometimes several together.He usually encounters this kind of situation when he thinks about things. When he reacts, he has already communicated with the friend who suddenly appeared in his head for a long time. Clow can only rejoice that he will not encounter any troubles where he has to think about countermeasures It's been a long time since he had encountered such a thing.

Kuro let go of his folded hands, stood up, and walked out of the study.The dried flowers that he randomly placed on the ground in the corridor were gone, and he guessed that Yue had probably collected them.Crow went down the stairs, and then turned into the large living room, or drawing room, on the first floor, where Yue and Kerubellos were at this time.Kerubellos was lying on his stomach by the fireplace, keeping a short distance from the firewood in the stove so as not to get soot on his body.Yue folded her wings and sat on the sofa by the window, holding a book in her hand.Clow walked to the fireplace, and the dried flowers were tied with a ribbon at some point and placed on the shelf above the fireplace.He took down the bunch of dried flowers, counted them roughly, and found that there seemed to be a few branches missing.Clow probably guessed what happened, and didn't intend to pursue it further.He held the bunch of dried flowers with increasing force, making the stems that had lost moisture rub against each other to make a rustling sound.After hearing the sound, Yue and Kerberos raised their heads at the same time, as if complaining that the sound disturbed them.

"You're here." Kerberos said.

"Is it cold?" Crow asked.

"Not at all," Ruberos replied lazily, "I just think that winter is coming, so I should warm up in front of the fireplace. How should I put it, I just think I should do this."

Craw put the dried flowers back on the mantelpiece, sat down on the sofa, and looked up at the window. "That cherry tree's flowers haven't faded yet, it's really unreasonable." He sighed.Indeed, it has entered winter now, and the branch of the cherry tree, which should have ended in spring, is still covered with tender pink and coral-colored flowers, and has never shown signs of dying.

"Probably because it was created by magic." Ruberos said, showing a look of indifference.

"Because you want to read it," Yue put the book on his knees, "I don't know who complained about why the cherry blossoms haven't bloomed yet."

Ruberos may have responded to Yue, or maybe he didn't, but at least Crow didn't hear it. He fell into a state of contemplation again, and his thoughts were stretched for a long time.His Norwegian friend sat beside him, hands folded on his lap.He looked at Moon, then at Kerberos, and finally at Crow's eyes behind the glasses, "They are all beautiful." He said, Crow knew what he was referring to, no answer.

"The flowers are about to wither, and you must know that even flowers conjured by magic cannot withstand the cold in winter." The third-rate writer said, putting on a very serious expression.

"What you said can be counted as a possibility." Crow nodded approvingly, looking at the sparks dancing on the top of the flame in the fireplace, "It will probably snow this winter." He murmured, with the expression on his face There is endless tenderness in the smile.