[Hunter] Song Andante

20

I still remember the last time I walked in the rain so downcast, it should be the first time I turned 19 years old.

At that time, of course, I didn't know that I had such a damn foundation.Thinking of being young only once is naturally reckless and frivolous, but now you can be young many times, but you are more mature and prudent.People don't know how to cherish until they have lost it. I think that's probably what I said.

If the moon is profitable, it will be negative, and when things are extreme, they will be reversed.

Every nine, big bad luck.

I was arguing with my mom the night before the down and out walk.It's been so many years, of course I don't remember what caused the quarrel. Anyway, she threw two chairs over. I was frightened and tried to dodge. Then there were two bangs, and the two iron chairs smashed into the ground. Hit the wall and landed on the tile floor.

Mom looked at her hands in a daze, then cried.

At that time, I was young and angry, and I couldn't understand it. It was clear that I, the victim, was the one who was smashed and didn't cry. What does it mean that she, the one who smashed someone, shed tears first?

I woke up the next day to find that all traces of the previous night's noise had been cleaned up.I pretended I had nothing to do and continued to do what I should do, and my mother disappeared for three days.

It's normal, I think.

Unlike my daughter, who is completely housebound, my mother is extroverted and unrestrained, and she often likes to disappear from the world to wander around at random times, which is very common.Usually when I’m great, I just care about whether the family has enough money to live on. What’s more, I was too busy getting angry at the time, even if there was something loose, I didn’t have time to feel it.

We are all too busy, too busy focusing on ourselves, so busy venting and suppressing, and then forgetting that other people also vent and suppress.

Three days later, when I came home, I found that my mother had come back. After dinner, she called me out of the room, threw two bags of things on the porch, and pointed to one of them and said to me:

"Let's live our own lives." Then, looking at the rain outside the balcony, "The two of us are not suitable."

This scene is so classic that we only watched it together on the eight o'clock file a few nights ago, and the atmosphere of the lines is so good.

I thought to myself, it really doesn't fit.

So I walked out of the house with the package, which was very heavy.Didn't take the key because it wasn't necessary.

After I walked out of the building, the rain hit me finely and densely, and my exposed fingers were frighteningly white. They should have been red from the beating, so it didn't hurt at all, not at all.

The acid water splashed all over my face, and my whole body was wet, and I didn't shed a single tear.

I wiped the raindrops from my face, raised my head to face the glare of the headlights, and then my whole body was so painful that it almost fell apart.

──Then crossed over.

Now that I think about it, my luck was really bad that year.

21

Sometimes the elder sister who lived downstairs would complain that she couldn't bring a man home.

I can't understand this grief from the bottom of my heart.After all, having lived in a big city, I know that taking a man home for the night is nothing more than a question of whether the bank account has a large number of people and whether the banknotes are thick enough. It is really not a difficult thing.

But now I finally understand that it is really not difficult to bring a man home, the difficulty lies in the fact that the man you bring should be able to get out of the living room and get into bed, and it is best to be shrewd, capable and down-to-earth.Among them, the man I am leading is a rare combination of the first two, but unfortunately he loses because he does not have the ability to walk on his own feet now.

It is indeed difficult to bring a man home, not only money, but also physical strength.

I carried a man in the rain to bring home, and a man was carried by me to my home.I always feel that this situation should be changed with that elder sister, she must be very happy.

Of course, the fastest way is to cut it down and clean it up. Anyone with eyes can see that the corpse can be collected in one breath. I cut it down to give him a good time. No matter how bad it is, I can leave him to fend for himself on the spot.

Killing requires a reason, a timing, and a weapon.

Reason: He killed me; Timing: He was dying, unable to resist; Weapon: I just took a kitchen knife from the kitchen because I couldn't help it.

The right time, the right place, and I have all taken advantage of it. I'm sorry for him if I do it, but I'm sorry for myself if I don't do it.

So it's better to be sorry for him than to be sorry for yourself.

Cao Cao is still a martyr with a seed who said this, I would rather bear all the people in the world than let the world bear me.

But I dare not.

Not ruthless enough to kill with heartache, but not cold enough to see death.

So Cao Cao is a generation of heroes, Liu Bang, who finally played Han Xin to death, created a great rule, and Tang Taizong, who knocked his brother and father down at Xuanwu Gate, became a heavenly khan.

It would be nice if Kuroro was in trouble elsewhere now.

It's better to let the enemy who unfortunately survived or the local ruffian who doesn't have long eyes bump into him, and then go down with one move to eliminate harm for the people.

Normal people are like that, like me.

It’s not enough to experience it firsthand to numb people to a terrifying degree. As long as you don’t do it yourself, you will not hesitate to vote in favor of the referendum on execution. You will even feel great joy when you see a brave man slaughtering a beast. So when you pick up the murder weapon yourself, it’s better Everyone is still shaking.

The so-called empathy is a lie.

Revenge requires courage, but I don't even have the courage.

So I carried the spider boss on my back and let the two spider feet drag in the rain.

When I was dragged home, I was wet from the inside to the outside. In the full-length mirror at the door, my face was pale and soaked, my clothes were covered with dark and thick liquid, my tied hair was messy and tangled, and my body surface was mixed with rain and sweat.It looked more like I had just been hacked than the person on my back.

Regardless of how out of breath I am, it really goes against the elegant image of a heroine in a fan fiction, but as long as I get to play an important role, I'm two dimensions away from the words "elegance" and "safety". So far, anyway, I recognize this author.

Pulling the Lang, he is careful, and the empty gold is wrapped with silver~

The implication is to tell us that if we don’t admit it, we have to admit it, and if we offend the abbot, we still want to leave?

22

The place where the proprietress gave me was a simple small suite.

There is no partition between the bedroom and the living room. The order from outside to inside is roughly: window, single bed, dressing table, sofa, entrance, and then there is a small bathroom without a kitchen.

I threw him on the bed without hesitation after crossing the living room.

One is that he didn’t write to handle it with care and don’t fold it under heavy pressure, and the other is that I don’t have the extra physical strength, so it took all my strength to carry him over, and everything was beyond my capabilities.

It is said that when people are in extreme pain, the brain will automatically cut off the connection with pain.

The mattress was so hard, he must have passed out completely to be completely unresponsive.But no matter whether he can't respond or can't respond, in short, I still have to help him deal with the wound first.

When I took scissors to help him cut his clothes, I realized that his blood had almost stopped at some point, and all the blood that flowed out was all on my body.

I heard that wild animals will heal by licking their wounds, and now it seems that spiders are too.

When I cut the pants, I hesitated, but I thought that anyway, I have seen all the things that should be seen and should not be seen before, and it will not matter if I watch it again now.So I continued to cut it with peace of mind until there was only one piece of underwear left on the body of the corpse.

It is said that if any immoral thing happens, it should be carried out under good lighting and good atmosphere, and Kuroro and I are naturally the same.

That is to say, when things that should not have happened back then, the lights were too dim to cooperate with me and I didn't have time to see clearly, but now I have a lot more leisurely time.

It turned out that the group leader was wearing boxer pants, but they were still white.

I thought that because he loves topless to show his confidence in his figure and visual leather pants, he would definitely wear a bullet series, but I didn't expect it to be so common.

As for another one such as Hisoka and his ilk, there is no need to doubt it must be.

After rummaging under the bed for a while, I finally dug out the medicine box that I had bought for a long time but hadn’t touched much. First, I took two buckets of water to scrub the spider’s body, and then poured various potions on the wound without hesitation. After it drenched, I applied some ointment on a few places that were too late to be drenched, and finally wrapped it with a bandage.

Although Kuroro didn't have many traumas, such a rough wound treatment method inevitably leads to a result.

This medicine box, I have to go home to take care of the elderly after I go to work for the first time.

What surprised me even more was that the leader, who had been washed by me like a fish scale, showed no sign of sobriety, and didn't even groan.

I think the pain-sensing nerves of spiders are probably beyond the level of super alloys, referred to as super super alloys.

When everything that needs to be dealt with is about the same, the soft light from the window also cruelly reminds me that the morning is coming.

Heaved a sigh of relief, I was reimbursed for a good night. I knelt on the wooden floor and felt a tingling pain. I looked down and found that there were traces of friction everywhere on my hands and feet.

Very good, the medicine is all gone.

There wasn't much blood on the wound, but it would be a nuisance if the sand got in without cleaning it up properly.

He went into the bathroom to wash himself, and walked out of the bathroom naked, facing the full-length mirror at the door, without any surprises, he saw that there was no wound on his body.

All wounds have healed.

I don't know how to live, but I can't die either.

In other words, they cannot bear the death of others, nor do they have the courage to face their own possible death.

The naked man who was stripped down to only his underwear on the bed slept very peacefully, or at least not peacefully.

After looking for a piece of clothing to put on, I decided to go out to buy breakfast and help restock the medicine cabinet. Before returning, I must remember to call the proprietress to ask for a leave.

Before closing the door, he glanced at the naked man on the bed.

It's better to ask someone for a number to deal with large garbage by the way.

It is best to throw it on Meteor Street.

Ashes to ashes, dust to dust.

The corpse of Meteor Street will naturally be thrown back to Meteor Street.