forest country

Not far from the corner, a small hand stretched out and gave Senior a hook.

Senior paused for a moment, then silently followed.

When he reached the corner, the little hand appeared at another intersection not far ahead, and ticked again.

Senior: "Come out and lead the way."

After a while, two short children got out.

One of them looked at Mizusawa who was following Senior, and whispered, "I'm afraid he will recognize me."

Senior: "Adela, you have so much bread flour on your face that even a ghost wouldn't recognize you."

"That's good." Adela touched her face happily, and the thick bread flour fell down, "Actually, it's pretty good looking like this."

The other child silently moved two steps to the side, not wanting to stand too close to Adela, it was so embarrassing.

Adela glared: "Joe, you are so annoying."

Joe spread his hands: "It's just a normal reaction."

Adela quickly touched the face with the palm of the breadcrumbs, and took a picture of Joe's side face, so that Joe also had a five-fingerprint in vain.

Joe complained to Senior with a sad face: "My lord, Adela bullied me again."

Senior, who had seen enough of the show, said lightly: "Okay, don't make trouble."

Adela, who hummed twice at Joe, pointed to the road and said, "My lord, the place where I live is not far ahead, and the surrounding area has been cleaned up, so there is no problem now."

Although his face was full of bread flour, he was quite reliable in his work.

When he came to a two-story building, he stopped.

Adela: "It's here, sir, you go in first, and I'll set up surveillance."

This row of roads facing the street are full of small two-story iron buildings of this style, and the colors and decorations are similar, and they don't look special.

The roads are clean and no one pays attention to the house they live in.

Adela raised the sleeve of her left arm, revealing a black line in the middle of her silver-white forearm.

Press the inconspicuous button next to it, the black line splits, and a small rectangular display pops up.

Adela skillfully pointed at the display screen on her arm, and adjusted some small red dots that appeared on it back and forth.

A group of bees with the same number as the small red dot above flew out from around and stopped in front of Adela in a row.

The cold inorganic compound eyes looked ahead.

Adela re-selected and distributed these bees around the small building to ensure that there were no dead spots up, down, left, and right, and they could be seen everywhere.

After receiving the order, the bees quickly flew to various places and guarded there responsibly.

Then the image displayed on the display screen of his arm was divided into several areas, each of which was an angle that the bees could see.

"Okay, I'm going back to finish my meal, and you guys should work hard." Adela checked again to make sure there was no problem before turning around and entering the small building.

Joe has already laid out the meals inside. Of course, these are just bought, and the two little guys don't know how to cook.

The dizzy Mizusawa refused to go back to the bedroom to sleep, but obediently sat at the dining table and ate slowly without spilling any.

"He's not drunk." Joe sighed.

"And good-looking," Adela added.

Mizusawa raised his head and suddenly said, "Adela?"

Adela jumped out of the chair in fright, covered her face and turned around anxiously: "He recognized me, my God! What should I do!"

Joe rolled his eyes and continued eating.

Fortunately, during the following dinner, Mizusawa didn't speak again, and went to pat Adela, who had two layers of bread flour, to feel relieved.

Early the next morning.

Senior was sitting downstairs eating breakfast, and Mizusawa came down from the second floor covering his head.

"Good morning, Senior."

"Good morning, little drunkard."

Mizusawa sneered: "Yesterday was an accident. It was my first time drinking alcohol. Who knew I could drink so lightly."

"First drink?"

"Yeah." Mizusawa thought about the past, "A girl I liked before didn't like others to drink, and I didn't think about going to drink after I knew it."

"Then don't you like drinking now?"

"I don't know either." Mizusawa pulled out the chair and sat next to Senior, "Something happened, which made me very uncomfortable."

Senior pushed the plate of bread and sausage towards Mizusawa.

Mizusawa picked up a piece of bread and took two bites.

"Maybe later, when I have enough courage, I will go back and face her..."

Facing snow, facing parents, facing friends...

Confront the lie that lied to you.

Senior took out a handkerchief to wipe the corners of his mouth, and put down the knife and fork in his hand.

When he got up to leave, Mizusawa asked as if he remembered something.

"Where's Adela?"

Senior stopped, looked at the half-hidden door on the other side, a lock of hair was exposed behind the door, and replied, "I don't know."

Mizusawa rubbed the forehead that still hurt a little: "I remember I saw him last night."

"probably."

Senior picked up the cloak on the sofa, put it on his body, and put on the hood.

"I'll go out for a while today. I'll be back before you go to the mercenary group tomorrow morning. Remember to wait for me."

"Oh." Mizusawa, who was suddenly told to go out, put down the bread unexpectedly, turned to look at Senior who was about to go out, and wanted to ask him where he was going, could he follow?

But in the end he still didn't ask.

I didn't ask these questions, Mizusawa looked at the closed door, feeling a little lost.

After breakfast, Mizusawa was ready to go out to see this storm city with the 50 yuan bills lying in his pocket for several days.

Strange city, strange people.

And indifferent steel and concrete.

A stray dog ​​ran over with its tongue sticking out, and stopped not far away with its tail between its legs in fear.

The tip of his nose was still moving, as if he could smell the fragrance.

Mizusawa took out half a piece of bread wrapped in paper, which was left over from his breakfast, and he couldn't bear to throw it away, so he put it in his pocket, thinking that he would eat it when he was hungry after shopping.

Squatting down, Mizusawa grabbed a small piece of bread and put it on the ground.

It was obvious that the traffic dog became more greedy. It hesitated for a while, but ran over to eat it.

Seeing this, Mizusawa broke all the remaining bread into small pieces and put them on the ground.

The stray dog ​​looked up at Mizusawa every time he ate a bite, as if he was afraid that he would be disgusted or chased away because he ate too much.

Mizusawa saw that the stray dog ​​had lost a hind leg, and it only had three legs left.No wonder when he ran over just now, his center of gravity was a little unsteady, and his heart ached, Mizusawa reached out to pet the dog's head.

The dog was so frightened that it backed up and wanted to run away, but after running a few steps, probably reluctant to leave the little bread left, it slowly approached back.

This time Mizusawa didn't dare to touch it, and just watched it eat up the leftover bread.

I can't even bear to put the bread on the ground.

After eating, Gouzi ran away quickly wagging his tail, and he was much happier than before.

A few bees flew over and buzzed in Shuize's ears.

"I haven't seen you in the past two days, I thought you ran away." Mizusawa looked at the yellow bees flying around him and whispered.

After walking on the street for a while, Mizusawa felt very boring.

There is no such great curiosity about this place when I first left the forest.

Mizusawa raised his head and looked at the still hazy sky.

bad mood.

He simply went back to the place where he lived, and when he entered the door, he saw the lunch on the table, still steaming.

Is this Senior coming back?

Mizusawa was a little happy.

"Senior——" Mizusawa saw that there was no one on the first floor, so he jumped up the stairs a few times and went up to the second floor to find someone.

"Senior, are you back?"

However, no one was found on the second floor.

Mizusawa was a little frustrated, went back to the first floor, washed his hands and face, sat down at the dining table, went to the second floor to sleep after having lunch.

After waking up from sleep.

Mizusawa wanted to practice the bow and arrow he bought yesterday in the afternoon, and when he went downstairs, he was still thinking about where there is a place to practice nearby.

Then I saw a child sitting on the sofa, holding his own green bow and not knowing what he was doing.

Mizusawa stepped lightly and walked over slowly.

I saw the child holding a brush in his right hand and painting the bow.

golden paint...

"Hello?" Mizusawa said softly.

"what--"

The child was so frightened that he almost threw the bow in his hand, and the scream trembled a few times: "I was scared to death!"

Mizusawa Jian seemed to have really frightened him, a little embarrassed: "Sorry."

After the child calmed down by patting his chest, he stretched out his right hand: "Forget it, forget it, I'm not as knowledgeable as you, I'm Joe, hello."

Mizusawa shook hands with the kid who only reached his waist, and thought he was cute.

"Are you a friend of Senior's?"

Mizusawa sat on the sofa next to Joe and asked him.

"No, I'm not." Joe said solemnly, "I'm your lord's subordinate, a very important subordinate, the backbone kind."

"Is it that great?"

Mizusawa smiled and touched the top of Joe's head, but was knocked off by Joe's slap.

"You can't touch a man's hair, it won't grow taller!"

"Okay okay."

Joe hummed twice, and continued to paint carefully.

Mizusawa leaned over and asked, "Why did you paint it gold?"

Joe looked at his half-finished product: "My lord likes this color, it's shiny."

Mizusawa tilted his head: "But, this bow is mine."

"What?" Joe turned to look at Mizusawa in shock, "But..."

Mizusawa looked at him in shock as if he was about to cry, and quickly coaxed: "I like this gold color too, it's pretty pretty."

With red eyes, Joe immediately slowed down: "Really? You are very discerning."

After coaxing the child and watching him finish painting the rest of the paint, Mizusawa took the bow to the window sill to dry.

I still need to use it tomorrow morning, I hope it can dry a little faster.

Mizusawa didn't see Senior come back until he went to bed at night.

Early the next morning, when Mizusawa went downstairs.

I saw Senior sitting where he sat yesterday and eating breakfast.

"Good morning." Senior looked up and saw Mizusawa on the stairs, and greeted.

Mizusawa showed a big smile: "Senior, good morning."

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