boy and bone

"I like this number, sixteen." She said. The moon will die and come back to life on No. 16. There are countless poets and philosophers who have described the face of the moon, but it is not as good as what you can see with your real eyes. People from afar, you can Tell me what it looks like? she asked."

"I'm ignorant, and I can't explain it. It's like a bucket of milk that has just been milked in the pasture, mixed with grass. I said."

"I haven't smelled it, the blind girl replied."

"The sound of fish jumping out of the water?"

"I haven't heard of it, the blind girl shook her head."

"A feather fell into the palm of your hand?"

"I haven't touched it, sighed the blind woman."

"What are you reading?" Gray looked puzzled.

The smooth red hair is plastered behind his ears, and the semi-circular sunlight from the semi-circular windows of the tower, slightly floating gold falls on the ends of his hair.

"The poems of the blind gods on the wall." Curris replied, "Third-rate works."

"Is there anything that isn't third-rate in your eyes?" Gray asked.

"I'm top-notch." Curris turned around with a chuckle, and came to the bed, approaching the person on the soft quilt.

"A low-level person like me really admires you." Gray moved to the other side of the bed to make room.

"Grey's top-notch." Kuris lifted the bedding that exudes the musty smell of the cellar, and lay down all over his body. Feeling the familiar temperature on his skin, he couldn't help but get closer.

Just about to make out, there was a loud bang bang bang bang on the floor.

Gray was annoyed: "If that curly curly hair upstairs still dances in wooden shoes, I'll go up and kill him!"

Curris gently reminded: "Honey, we are on the top floor of the tower. There is no one upstairs. You forgot that you were the one who pulled the hotel owner's hair and asked to change rooms."

"With you present at the time, I was already very restrained." Gray argued.

"But your strength almost blew the owner's hair out." Culis paid a lot more for the room.

"He is a man with a ponytail like a small onion, isn't it just for others to pull it?" Gray didn't understand.

Then the bang bang bang shook the floor again.

Gray was furious at the floor: "What is this time? Downstairs is kicking the ceiling with wooden shoes?!"

"Well..." Curris looked around, and he found that there was something shaking violently in his luggage: "It's our luggage."

Grai got out of bed and walked barefoot to the corner where their luggage was piled up. Sure enough, he saw a wooden cage covered with black cloth and airtight at the bottom.

It was from under its base that tremors came.

Gray took it out: "What's in it?"

"My homework." Curris got out of bed.

Gray wanted to find out, he lifted the black cloth, and what was inside made him, an adult man, shudder.Inside was a huge ant, so huge that it was not a normal size at all, enough to be the size of a newborn calf.

The wooden cage containing the royal parrot couldn't accommodate its fat body at all, and it was very difficult for this black ant to even turn its flat head.

Gray stared at the ants and had nothing to say: "The gang of unparalleled sages in the Noble Academy taught you how to make ants bigger?"

When Curris came to him, Gray immediately returned the wooden cage to him, and he quickly ran back to the bed, not wanting to stay with that nasty thing for a second.

Curris looked natural, and even poked the fat ant's round abdomen with his fingers very affectionately: "My original intention was to decompose it. The smaller the thing, the more fine control it needs. Decomposing a tiny ant can To prove my mastery of magic. I think the teacher will be satisfied. Too bad he didn't."

"His comment is that it lacks vitality." Curris replied: "So I put it together and gave it the ability to grow and heal itself. Every injury will make its body bigger and stronger. .”

"..." Grai stared at the tentacles that squeezed out of the wooden cage: "How many times do you hurt it to become so big."

"I decomposed it 42 times." Culis said, raising his hand to stroke the fine hairs on the ant's hind legs.

"Someday you're in a good mood, give it a good time." Gray took out a freshly ink-stained map from under the pillow, put it on his bent knees, and sketched it.

When he drew a landmark, Gray paused: "Wait a minute, this is the home of Edinong Man Felinin. I remember his family's totem, a black swan fattened into a dove." His eyes left the map , falling on the man still fondling the pet: "You planned your teacher's house into our honeymoon?"

"His home has a swan lake, which is very pleasant scenery." Culis explained.

"No, you're just going to hand in your homework! And then ask him what he thinks of the heir to the Tiqi royal family." Gray was slightly sullen: "You are not allowed to do...do things other than that during the honeymoon vacation. The one who makes the rules People break the rules first."

"It's just on the way." Curris said softly.

"Then this road is also very smooth for me. I have already figured out the details of a bunch of traitors who are sons of bitches. This road just allows me to get rid of them." Gray said in a bad tone.

"But you haven't received the task. If you do it, you won't get any benefits, and you will also encounter danger." Kuris opened the wooden cage and released the black ant.

"Ha, ha." Gray laughed falsely: "I didn't receive the task. Isn't it more dangerous for you to let the idiots, idiots, and weak chickens under my hands do it?"

"They won't grow without being hurt. Right, what?" Gray protected his gang of teenagers so well that it aroused Curris's jealousy a little bit, just a little bit.Kuris whispered the name of the black ant that was released to move its body: "Someone seems to be unhappy, go help me persuade him."

The ordered black ant turned around on the floor and crawled to the edge of the bed.

"No, don't tell it to come over." Gray sat on the bed, his eyes were blocked, and he couldn't see the direction of the black ant's movement: "What? What kind of weird name is this?"

"A fairy tale, Neep and Murmur. They are the guardians of the dream gate of innocent children. Neep protects their good dreams from being destroyed, and Murmur dispels nightmares from terror for them." Culis replied: "A It has been passed down for a long time, a story in the Bible. My childhood godmother liked this story very much, and I was forced to hear it when I was a child."

Grai disagreed: "If the guardian of the dream gate has this honor, I would rather not sleep for the rest of my life."

As he said that, the fat black ant slid its six legs and climbed up on the bed sheet.

Gray shrank his legs, his slightly open pores were showing resistance: "Shit, don't come up! Kuris, your grandpa, order it to stay away from me! I'm going to kill you. Kuris! The person on the bed had nowhere to hide, rolled out of the bed in a panic, rolled up the quilt, and sat down on the ground with a thud, the sound made people feel pain in their lumbar spine.

Kuris couldn't help laughing, snapped his fingers, the black ant stopped, and then turned back to the wooden cage.

Before leaving, he smacked Grai's toe, which he hadn't had time to hide: "Oh. This little monster bit me."

"Well, it's carnivorous." Kuris locked the black ant back into the narrow and tight wooden cage.

Gray clutched his feet and wiped off the blood droplets on them. Fortunately, the cut was not big, and the bleeding could be stopped after a few wipes.Gray wondered, "Can it bite me?"

"Except for the antennae, the ant does not contain magic factors. That is to say, if you cut off the antennae, it is a creature without magic. Because ordinary tiny ants don't have much power, you can't feel the threat, but they are strengthened by me." But, so this ant is the only creature in the world that can hurt you." Curris carried him back to the bed.

"...Is it specially used to deal with me?" Gray looked at the person in front of him in surprise.There is no superfluous feeling in the surprise, he is very calm, when he reveals his weakness, no matter what the other party will use his weakness to do, he is already ready to be smashed to pieces.

"No, of course not." Culis categorically vetoed, he pulled people to his side: "Why do you think so. I will never hurt you, I can't do it."

"It's used to remind you, to let you know that you are not invulnerable and omnipotent. I hope you know how to be afraid, afraid of death." Curris's whisper is like a scent that corrodes people's consciousness.

Gray almost fell into this obsession, but he quickly sobered up: "What evil book did you read again? I am still far from death."

"Death is as unexpected as love." Curris's gaze is always crystal clear.

"Your words should also be engraved on the wall here, together with those third-rate operators." Gray understood the other party's worries, and he really could no longer rely on the hidden physique that allowed him to run amok for a while to do whatever he wanted.He is also someone who will be saddened by his passing.

"I want you to be with me all the time, for a long, long time." Curris confided.

"I will." Gray promised.

"Aren't you worried that the future will be full of variables with such a quick promise?" Now it was Kuris' turn to be surprised.

"To be honest, I like variables. If there were no variables, I'm afraid I'm drinking and smashing the table in a tavern where no one dares to stop me, instead of suffocating in a room with a man who put ants to bite me Lying quietly on a bed searched from the cellar in the tower room of my house, discussing death, which only old men worry about." Gray retorted.

"Don't you want to lie still?" Curriss incited sly eyes: "I thought you needed a little more time to recuperate."

"Huh? What are you resting for?" Gray wondered.

Curris' fingers reached the waist of the other party: "It seems that I am worrying too much?"

Gray is completely unaware that something is wrong: "You worry every day. Listen, I will see you every morning, watch you fall asleep every night, every day, every day, never strike .”

Until the day you are too tired to wake up again.

Gray swallowed the last words, he didn't want to talk about that bleak subject on his rare honeymoon.

"I just said that Gray is first-class, you can also engrave this sentence on the wall." Curris has already pressed down.

"Farewell, the owner of the onion puller will definitely be fined if he finds out."

"There's so much inscription on the wall, I don't think he'll remember what's new," Curris said.

"No, I don't want to be disgusted by the words I wrote." Grai's chest was oppressed, and when he reacted, he realized that they were so close, and the other's hair was accidentally caught while he was speaking. Moisturize the mouth.

A sultry voice came to my ear: "Then why did you look at all the rooms and insist on choosing this one in the tower building? At first, there was no bed here."

"Then I don't use it for lettering, I just... like the feeling of standing on the top. You have seen the other rooms, they are narrow and small, and the upstairs and downstairs are so noisy." Gray argued.

"Does it feel like the top?" Curris helped the person under him to turn over and switch positions.

Gray's whole body tensed, and something bumped into him.

Curris looked at the man sitting on his waist: "As you wish, let you sit on the top."

What a fucking top!

The sun is shining brightly, the temperature pours out through the window, where the time is stained, the whisper of fate is gone forever, and the white dove on the tower is about to fly, chasing the eternal light.