exclusive marriage

Chapter 9
"The blood is his." The boy pointed his right hand at the corpse on the ground, his voice was temperatureless.How could it hurt? It was the blood of his enemy, and he would only be happy.

The girl didn't seem to hear the boy's words, and continued to look at the boy's right hand in a daze, frowning delicately.The boy followed the girl's line of sight, and a red icicle, the color of blood and transparent as ice, froze out of the original space.

The frowning girl stepped forward suddenly, and the snow made a clucking sound. The boy listened carefully, and in a daze, the girl had already walked to her side. She held up his hand, and wiped the frozen snow on the boy's hand with her crimson sleeve. I was very focused and careful, and wiped it many times. The ice cubes gradually melted and stained the girl's sleeves, turning red, but the girl didn't care. She raised her head and a simple smile appeared on her face. satisfy.

The boy just remained motionless, as if there was a light in the darkness in a corner of his heart.

The little girl didn't know, neither did the boy. The boy quietly carved this smiling face, pure and white reflected by the snow.

The girl was still smiling, maybe a little silly.She didn't let go, she still held the boy's hand, and then tightened it bit by bit, she said: "This way it won't be cold."

His hands are big, hers are small; his hands are as white as snow, hers are red from the cold; his hands are very cold, but hers are warm.There are many differences, but they fit so well while holding them.

For the first time, the boy knew that the temperature of the palm of his hand could be so warm.

No one let go first, the young man asked, seeming to be a little more cautious: "Aren't you afraid?" Aren't you afraid of blood?Not afraid of corpses?Are you not afraid of such a murderous me?For some reason, the boy couldn't ask.

"I'm afraid." Her weak voice replied that she was afraid, but her eyes did not dodge at all, looking straight into the bottomless eyes of the young man, she tightened her hands, "You are also afraid."

As soon as the girl finished speaking, the boy withdrew his right hand and almost blurted out: "Habits are not terrible."

In the world of teenagers, killing people like hemp has long been a habit, how can it be scary?The scary thing is that his world is blank and only kills. It seems that only the warmth of blood can make him feel that he is still alive in this world, which is scary.

He was born to be the master, fear was just a luxury for him, it was his buried private thoughts, but she saw it clearly.She raised her small face and said firmly, "You are afraid of this habit."

In one sentence, like a bewitch, it brought out the deepest hidden disease of the young man: Yes, he is afraid, not afraid of killing people, but afraid of getting rid of the habit of killing people in the world.

It turned out that there were still people who knew his fear.

The snow stopped suddenly, but the figures one tall and one low in the snow were still there.

She said: "You have a pair of beautiful hands, don't get dirty."

"You see things you shouldn't see," he said.

She said: "Beautiful things should be cherished, just like your hands, not just habits."

The boy looked at his hand, looks good?How much blood did you get?He can't remember.The boy smiled, but couldn't see any anger.

The girl nodded with a smile, blinked with a smile, turned around with a smile, and walked out of the boy's sight step by step.

On the snow, the remaining footprints were shallow, and the warmth from the boy's hands was dissipating.

Suddenly the boy wanted to keep this warmth, and wanted it very much.

From the beginning to the end, the boy didn't move, just watched the girl's back gradually blur and then disappear.It was so quiet in the snow, there was only a soft murmur, cool: "Her hands... are very warm, very warm."

This winter, he met her. The boy's name is Zuo Cheng, and the girl's name is Xia Chu.This year, the [-]th in Zuocheng turned [-], and the [-]th in Jiangxia was two months away.

Then, the snow stopped and fell again, and the story started again and again, and the fate went round and round.

Also on that day...

The deserted street corners are covered with white snow but filled with darkness. Oh, there is a kind of darkness called darkness, which is the dead corner of people's hearts, where the sun does not shine.

In the corner, there were five or six fierce men and women standing, and there was also a shivering girl lying down.They were cocky, and she was bruised.

"You wild girl, don't you know the heights of the sky and the depths of the earth? This street is our territory."

"Many beggars like you have died here, maybe you will be next."

"Forget it if you die, so you won't be an eyesore."

"She smells so bad, what should I do if she gets dirty?"

Swearing one sentence after another, the girl's frail body was pounded non-stop. She only gritted her teeth, and the corners of her lips were bloody, but she didn't say a word.

Sometimes, death may be salvation, but some people cannot abandon their dignity.

Passers-by come and go, is it ridiculous?No eyes lingered, not one.

Life is always like this, one's own and others', divided into two worlds.People are always like this, they are stingy and merciful, and they are used to being indifferent.

The girl closed her eyes, maybe she was praying to God to let her die with dignity?Is it hallucination?In a daze, she seemed to see an angel, standing in the long snow, approaching her little by little, suddenly she was afraid, afraid that the angel would hate the smell and dirt on her body.

She couldn't hear clearly anymore, she was in a trance, the world was spinning, but the beautiful young man was very clear, and every sentence was also clear.

"Move her again, many people have died here, and you will be next." The voice was deep and cold, but it lingered in the girl's ears like the sound of nature.

"Who are you? There is no business for you here." The girl was very annoying, and this voice disturbed her angel.

"This street is not your territory." After a pause, "The surname is Zuo."

Then those high-spirited faces turned to look at each other in dismay, and became submissive, faster than the wind, swept away and disappeared.

The girl's eyes were painful, and they must have been swollen unsightly, but she opened them wide and looked at the boy.

The young man didn't look at him, like those passers-by, he didn't even glance at him, he even turned around with a kind of determination.

Where did the courage come from? The girl doesn't know, maybe she is really a person in a desperate situation, and she won't let go of a glimmer of hope.She dragged her sore leg to grab the boy's hand.With a trembling voice, she begged: "Take me away." Her eyes seemed to be hot, and there was a liquid unfamiliar to girls that was uncontrollable, "I will die if I stay here."

She had completely forgotten her dignity and her stubbornness.

She has forgotten something for many years, and she has learned it so thoroughly. That kind of thing is called fragility.

The boy didn't look at the girl's face, but frowned, and said, "Hands are dirty." He raised his head, met the girl's swollen eyes, without disgust, but without any emotion, and asked, "Do my hands look good?" Just today a girl said that his hands are beautiful, and he wanted to confirm it naively.

The girl was stunned for a while, then looked down at the clear and clear hands, and nodded: "Well, very beautiful hands."

(End of this chapter)