[Hunter] Lydia's Life Story I

It has been three days since the last time Dasuo Liuying Street, we hid in the room peacefully, and never ushered in the next city-wide raid.

Martha hasn't come back yet, leaving me, Kuroro and Maggie staying behind.The three of us played checkers on the bed for a while, and decided to eat first.

I solemnly recommend today's lunch to Maggie, the signature curry rice of Senerka Hotel, my favorite with Kuroro!The golden curry is poured on the fragrant rice, and the rich aroma goes straight to the nose, which makes people want to cry.

No matter how many times I have eaten it, it is still so tempting. I ate the curry-wrapped, generously sized beef cubes, and I wanted to swallow my tongue.Squinting my eyes in enjoyment, I suddenly felt something was wrong with the back molars——

"what!"

I suddenly let out a vague exclamation, Kuroro and Maqi looked at me at the same time.I closed my mouth tightly, my cheeks froze and didn't dare to move, and I stared at them with rounded eyes.

"What's wrong?" Kuroro asked, swallowing the food in his mouth.

I hesitated for a moment, and used a spoon to pick up the rice on the plate to make room for it, and spit out the food in my mouth.On the chunk of beef that has not yet been chewed, there is a small white solid inlaid, which is particularly eye-catching.

"My tooth fell out!" I said with my tongue out.

Just chewing and chewing, I felt as if something had fallen off the gum, and then I bit into a hard thing the size of a grain of rice, and the molars that were originally closely arranged became empty...

I cautiously poked back with my tongue, and suddenly found that my right back was supposed to be a molar, and only soft gums were left. Compared with the hard teeth on both sides, it looked cold, greasy, and extremely awkward. up!

I actually lost my teeth!

I couldn't help licking back and forth where the teeth were missing, I stared at the small milky white teeth on the plate, and felt that my whole body was not well.

"Lydia, haven't you fallen before?" Kurollo looked at my distorted face and asked strangely.

"Of course..." Well, I did fall, but that was all in my previous life, so I've forgotten what it felt like!This is the first time in my life...

"Wait, Kurolo, have you ever fallen?" I asked in surprise, my tongue was too awkward to touch the gums where the penis came out, and my voice was muffled.

"Yeah. Two of them have already been dropped." Kuroro said in a normal tone.

How can this be?I do not know how?

He simply opened his mouth to let me see, and sure enough, two molars were missing at the back, exactly one on each side, and one of them probably fell out earlier, and a small white cusp had already emerged from the pink gum.

"When did it happen? I don't even know..." I forgot the awkwardness of missing teeth for a moment, and asked.

"It's been two or three months." Kuroro closed his mouth and recalled.

"Then why didn't you respond when you fell?" I was surprised.It's okay to suddenly lose a tooth, so it's normal to be surprised, right?

Kuroro raised his eyebrows, "Just spit it out, it will grow back anyway. Who makes such a fuss like you—you know it will grow back, right?"

"I know..." I said a little depressed.

"The deciduous teeth will be a little loose before the teeth fall out, don't you feel it?" Kurolo asked again.

"No." I shook my head, and couldn't help but lick my empty gums.Speaking of which, if the tooth hadn't fallen out suddenly, I would have forgotten that there is such a thing as tooth replacement.Licking, licking, this distant and familiar feeling... I feel sad when I think of having to suffer another tooth replacement.

"Does it hurt?" Kuroro asked me in an academic attitude, and he almost took a small notebook to write it down.

"It doesn't hurt. It just feels weird... a little itchy." I felt it.

"This is a natural phenomenon. New teeth will grow out in two days." Kuroro thought for a while and said, "But you can't keep licking there, or the new teeth will grow crooked."

"Well, I know." I puffed up my cheeks and said with a slumped head.Really, I was the one who changed his teeth once, but I still want Kuroro to remind me of this...

I couldn't help but licked my soft gums again, I smacked my lips uncomfortably, and couldn't help but look at Kuroro inquiringly, Kuroro has changed two of them, and there is no clue at all...

"I am back."

Martha's voice came from outside, she went straight into the inner room, saw me sitting on the bed holding the plate but not eating, she was a little surprised and said, "What's wrong?"

I held my chin and hurriedly motioned Martha to look at the plate in my hand: "My tooth fell out."

"Oh, I changed my teeth." Martha laughed, seeing me looking at her helplessly, and asked, "Is this the first time? Changing teeth will be a bit uncomfortable..."

Seeing me nodding in a hurry, she smiled and comforted me: "This is how you change your teeth. It will be fine when the new teeth grow out. It will be soon. This means that Lydia has grown up."

"Oh..." I drooped my head and nodded.

"By the way, I asked Azhi just now, and she said that people from the business alliance should not come to search again in a short time." Martha said to us.

Oh, has our limelight finally passed?The chaotic Meteor Street has always been very forgetful, so it couldn't be better.

"However, the entire eighth district is still under martial law. I heard that the search at the entrance and exit is very strict, especially those who left. Many people have been detained in the past two days, and they will not be allowed to leave even if they are even suspicious. There have been many fights." Sha said again, "So, you have to stay here for a few more days."

"It's pretty good here." I pushed away the plate of curry that I didn't eat much, glanced at it reluctantly, and stretched, "We still have to find Feitan. Kuroro's injury hasn't healed yet... "

"Speaking of this," Martha said, "Lydia, Kurolo, didn't the doctor ask you to remember to go for a follow-up visit? Let Maggie take you later."

"Hey, is it today?" I turned my head to look at the bright sunlight outside, "Is it alright if we go out?"

"It's okay...you will know when you go out."

After Martha had dinner, we dawdled for a while, and Martha smiled and pushed us out of the house.

"The doctor is a good person. Be polite when you see her."

She stood in front of the door, beckoned to us, and made a special exhortation.After two days of facing each other day and night in the hut where four people could barely turn their bodies away, Martha’s attitude towards us was much more natural, and she often subconsciously showed a tone of caring for Madge.

Kuroro smiled lightly and nodded.

We turned around and walked out. I looked intently at Kuroro's smooth forehead, approached him worriedly and whispered, "The doctor has seen the cross on your forehead, right? Are you okay? Do you need to... A bandage or something to block it?"

"No need." Kuroro said quietly.

I became more and more hesitant, paying attention to his expression, and said vaguely: "You won't... what do you want to do?"

"It depends." Kuroro said.I took a breath, he glanced at me, and suddenly said: "What are you thinking about? I can't do anything now. You might as well worry about what she will do to us."

"What?" I subconsciously asked, my voice almost changed.

Kuroro turned to look at the side of the street: "Remove the stitches."

I almost didn't come up in one breath, so I pushed him angrily: "You hate it!"

As long as Kuroro knows it in his heart, I put this one aside and looked around the streets of Liuying Street curiously.

Martha's house is on the edge of Liuying Street, next to the fence we turned over, and a relatively spacious dirt road crosses in front of the door.Walking along this road, there are independent small wooden houses on both sides of the road, unlike the streets in other places in the eighth district, which are all crowded together, with a distance between each other. .

These are all obvious residential buildings, and the gates are closed, making Liuying Street completely independent from other streets in the Eighth District, showing a different kind of desolation and desolation.

The most notable thing is that there are willow trees planted in the open space between these dwellings, with an average distribution of one tree per house.The trunk is roughly as thick as the mouth of a bowl. Although the branches look dry and have a lingering and dilapidated atmosphere, if you look closely, you can still find very small tender green sprouts on the hanging willows—these willows are all living. of!

To be honest, I always thought that apart from the old tree in front of the grocery store, there would be no plants growing naturally on the ground in District [-].With so many willow trees still alive, I can’t imagine how much resources will be consumed to maintain them—should it be said that Liuying Street was originally a capitalized local tyrant?

Then I turned my probing eyes to the individual buildings among the willow trees.Compared with the open doors and row upon row of shops in other blocks, these residences are much more private, but if you pay a little attention, you will find that these single-storey small wooden houses have many obvious carvings in the details—or A wooden door painted with exquisite patterns, or a window with lace curtains, or a path made of gravel in front of the door—different from the bright and clean “normal” in the thirteenth district that I have seen, this street is clearly "We are poor" is written in vain, but it silently conveys the owner's efforts to make their house more pleasing to the eye even in the environment of lack of food and clothing.

This is a pursuit of "beauty" that can be called a luxury in Meteor Street, I think so.Thinking that Liuying Street is a street of prostitutes, I realized that the residents here are obviously mostly women, and women's pursuit of beauty is indeed innate, and no matter how harsh the environment is, this innate nature cannot be extinguished.

Speaking of which, we saw very few people on the street along our way, and it turned out that most of them were women.They are not all young and beautiful, on the contrary, there are tall and short, old and young, and they pass by occasionally, and they are all the standard standard of Meteor Street-ragged clothes, skinny, with indifference and tiredness on their faces, and no women can be seen softness and beauty.

Speaking of it, I seem to vaguely feel that something is wrong, but I can't remember it for a while...

"March!" A small call interrupted my train of thought.

I followed the sound and saw a big house appeared on the left side of the road, which was two or three times the size of the small wooden house I saw before. The square design could accommodate many people at a glance.In front of the big house, seven or eight children were standing on the side of the road, looking like they were playing.One of the girls at the front was cautiously calling out to Ma Qi who was passing by.

"...Alyssa." March paused, and called out not very enthusiastically.However, from her willingness to stop and talk, it can be seen that March and these children probably know each other, and the relationship is still friendly.

The child named Alyssa showed a nervous but obviously happy smile, waved to Madge, and said, "I haven't seen you for two days. What are you doing?"

"Something." March said briefly.

"Who are they?" Alisa looked curiously at us standing next to Maggie, especially at Kuroro, as if she saw some novel species: "...boys?"

These seven or eight children of different sizes are all girls with various hair colors, so they are obviously not a family.That's when I realized that the square and ugly big house in the back looked familiar—this seems to be a place like a nursery school?Only for girls?

Madge frowned, obviously not wanting to answer the question.She waved her hand casually, ignoring the child's expression of staring at her like a deer, and said indifferently: "I'll go first."

We left the big house and the girls behind, and I asked Madge, "What's that place?"

"A foster home," March said, "for unwanted children."

... No one wants it?

Although Liuying Street is named after "Street", it obviously has more than one street.March led us to turn two corners and walked onto a more "prosperous" street - the houses were bigger, the decorations were a little more ornate, and even the willow trees seemed to be more vigorous.

Along the way, we met two or three waves of girls to say hello to Ma Qi. It seems that the popularity of the cold-faced little beauty is still very good.Some of these children are solitary, which seems to be domesticated, and some are in groups, probably from the adoption center, and all of them are girls without exception-although strictly speaking we did not walk far, the people on the street Not many, but I really haven't seen a boy yet, but there are a few men.

Having no time to think about other people's affairs, March led us to the door of a house painted all white, walked straight up, and pushed open the wooden door with a huge red cross painted on the white background.March didn't explain, but seeing the eye-catching and highly recognizable red cross, there is nothing I don't understand-the hospital is here.

I followed Ma Qi and walked in without saying hello, facing a room that functions like a hallway, with a desk under the opposite wall, and nothing else.

March called out, "Doctor, are you there?"

"Is it Madge? Come in, I'm in the operating room." The voice came from a closed door on the left, and it seemed a bit ethereal, but it was still recognizable as the female doctor who operated on me that night.

Open the door, and inside the door is a very empty room, the floor is covered with blue bricks, and there is no furniture, only a very long iron chair in the middle, the kind that can lie down and sit on, very familiar - it was when I was The one I sat on!

Behind this "operating bed", there is a row of cabinets with glass doors standing against the wall, inside which are placed bottles and jars and various surgical tools. There is a very rare faucet - which means there is running water.

The doctor was wearing a striking white coat, standing in front of the sink, carefully cleaning something on his hands.She turned around and wiped the thing clean with a piece of gauze, and I saw that it was a cold pair of pliers.

The doctor opened the glass door and put the pliers back into the cabinet, walked towards us, and said, "Just count the time, it's time for you to come and change the medicine."

Right above the operating chair, there is a striking incandescent light bulb hanging, which is now emitting dazzling white light, illuminating this poorly lit operating room like daylight—is it really a hospital?Not only does she have access to water, but she also has electricity!

The state of the previous meeting was so bad that I still didn't know what one of the saviors looked like.At this time, the doctor's appearance was fully visible under the light. I saw that she was actually a plump and slightly fat woman, with a medium height and plump cheeks. She was about 40 years old, with brown curly hair cut to her ears, and her eyes of the same color were twinkling. Doctors are uniquely cold, but the overall temperament gives people a relatively warm feeling, reliable and trustworthy.

"Hey, the little girl is recovering well." When I looked at her, the doctor also looked at me and said in surprise. "Before you were injured so badly, I thought you couldn't hold on."

...Speaking such terrible words so lightly, it really is a doctor.

"It looks like the wound is not infected. Come here and let me take a look." The doctor stood beside the operating chair and waved to me, ordering kindly and naturally.

I obediently walked forward and sat on the chair, the doctor said: "Remove the gauze."

I swallowed nervously, and was about to do so when a woman's voice suddenly came from outside the door: "Doctor! Are you there, Doctor?" The voice was anxious and weak.

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