The Blood Hourglass

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Xiaoya and I have been lying so quietly. She gradually fell asleep. I turned my head and looked at her young face and vicissitudes of life. Maybe she might leave at any time, and am I just like facing grace? Like Ya's body, is it really helpless?

Do not! No, for Xiaoya, I have enough ability to let her stay, but. . . .

"Jing'er, the order of life and death cannot be disturbed at will. If it is disturbed, there will be no good results. Therefore, Dad does not want to use your power to make me alive, unnaturally..."

What my dad once said flashed in my mind constantly. He said, I can’t, can’t change the law of life and death, because it is natural. If I disturb it, it will only bring tragedy to everyone, so I can’t.

But if I don’t do that, Xiaoya will leave, leave like Enya, forever in front of me, disappear from my life, I don’t want to be like this, I can’t accept that after Enya leaves, Xiaoya leaves again. Do not. . . No. . .

He shook his head and threw away the different voices in his heart.

"Get up if you can't sleep!" Hong Wu's voice broke through the air.

"Knock on the door when the local girl's room is in, don't you understand this?" I reproached somewhat unhappily.

"It's one thing to understand or not, it's another to do it or not." Hong Wu stepped out of the void extremely rashly and stood in front of the bed with a smile on her face.

"Where have you been?" His eyes fell on his wet arms and asked weakly.

"Find someone!" He sighed and took off his jacket and threw it on the ground.

"Who?" I jumped out of the bed and stood in front of him, but my body became unstable and plunged directly into his arms, "So excited to see me!"

"Have you found it?" But now I don't have any scruples to get these, I am full of sinmo and their safety.

"No." He answered readily.

"Oh!" I slowly withdrew from his arms and sat on the edge of the bed, my head hanging weakly.

"But..." The upward voice raised my head again, "But what?"

"I got a message." He suddenly reached out and touched my forehead, "Oh! You actually have a fever."

"What's the news?" I opened his hand and stared at him tightly.

"Just now, following some odors remaining at the back of the school, I found a dilapidated hut and heard some news that some injured people had fled here not long ago and were later picked up." Hong Wu Help me to lie down, again to cover the quilt.

"What? They were picked up?" If it was Sinmo, who would they be picked up? Own person or enemy?

"I said I was taken away." He deliberately increased the word "take away", and I nodded knowingly, "Then they are fine now."

"It's hard to tell." He sat down on the small wooden chair beside him, and closed his eyes with Erlang's legs tilted.

"Why?" I asked involuntarily.

"Such a secret school will be left alone. Don't you think there is any drama behind it?" Hong Wu rested her head on the back of the wooden chair and looked relaxed.

I sighed deeply. For everything I saw in my dream, I absolutely believe that it was the real past, and I still remember one thing, that is what the housekeeper said when I was in the night catcher’s temporary base. "Yes! But who will it be? Obviously Rem is no longer there."

"Of course we don't know who it is, but now they must really want to know."

"By the way, the school can't always be like this..."

"Then what do you want? To clean up the battlefield?"

"Yeah." I nodded.

"But you..."

"how?"

"Are you ready to see it goodbye? I haven't moved anything." As he said, Hong Wu leaned her body and pointed her back at me.

"Ready? Who can really do it!" I sighed in my throat. That place, if there is a choice, I never want to go, but. . . . If I can't even go, who can they wait for? Are children who accidentally broke in after a hundred years? Forget it, the bones at that time may be even scarier.

"Then you choose a good night's sleep, and I will accompany you tomorrow."

"Yeah! Someone must come to dig the pit!" I also turned over and turned my back to Hong Wu, and suddenly heard his soft laughter, I also cracked my mouth, no lisa. It is sometimes not regarded as a good way to decompress when he stumbles.

"Are you laughing at me?" he asked pretentiously after he stopped laughing.

"No, just start laughing now." I said and laughed twice.

"It's nice to hear your laughter..." He fell asleep, and he fell asleep quickly after two days of tiredness. And I went to sleep slowly. Although I always felt tired, I didn't have any nightmares until the sky broke and the sun was shining.

"Get up! I'm ready with the shovel." Early in the morning, Hong Wu called out from outside the room.

"Hush! Be light, Mr. Hongwu, Jing, her fever has just gone, it's better to lie on the bed and rest, don't run around with her." Marina's reproaching sound sounded.

"Oh! Miss Marina, this is not my fault, she decided by herself last night." Hong Wu hurriedly defended, but Marina still persuaded him blindly until I walked out of the room, "Okay, let's go."

"Quiet... You..." Marina stared at me in surprise.

"Don't worry, we will be back soon." I passed her and walked out of the yard with Hong Wu.

"But Xiaoya, she..."

"She's still sleeping, don't wake her up until I come back." My voice came into Marina's ears from outside the courtyard, she shook her head helplessly, one or two, she couldn't understand, the original Jill, now Jing, and the red dance, their identities, and the story. She suddenly thought of a good idea. If you have time in the future, write them down. Maybe it will be a good novel.

But when she turned around after her whim, she was shocked, "Xiaoya..."

"Why are you up? Didn't Jing just say..."

"I pretended to be asleep." Xiaoya smiled sweetly, but her face is always lingering fatigue.

"Pretend to sleep? Why?" Marina did not understand, she stepped forward and helped Xiaoya to sit on the rocking chair.

"I don't want to keep quiet, because I, she has already lost a lot. If I don't even have the opportunity to bury those corpses, I...cough cough...it really is..."

"Xiaoya! How are you? Don't worry, speak slowly, take a breath first, take a break and then talk." Marina immediately covered her mouth and let her rest.

"Yeah." Xiaoya also knows that she is no longer what she used to be. If she talks a few more words, she will be tired to death. She is truly an old-fashioned person. Although she doesn't want to, she can't help it. A hundred years old is an old age!

"Don't worry, Jing will be back." Marina didn't know what to say, so she could only comfort her.

"If you can..." Xiaoya said slowly, "I hope she never comes back."

"why?"

Although Marina asked why several times, Xiaoya just looked sad, but she didn't answer anything. Until Marina went out to do her business, Xiaoya gently spit out the words in her heart, "I don't want Jing to see I die."

Marina, who was standing outside the door, ate very clearly, sighed and shook her head to prepare lunch.

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