【Shadou】Alternative of the same kind

There are countless rivers converging, flowing through heat waves, tumbling, freezing into ice, and diverging in all directions. One of the rivers hides secrets, bloody massacres, and is covered by solid ice. There is no cloud on the ice. Along the river are students. hike.

"Okay, kids, don't make a fuss now! We still have some time to go to the destination, hurry up and move forward." Ms. Whiteman spoke to the students while wearing a scarf that was blown by the wind.

This is the school's annual winter trip, and they will walk along the river near Verdun to the camp, where they can move freely.

But I don't know why the sudden notice was held during Christmas, which is against the rules.

"Salaman, your scarf is about to hang on the ground." A Chinese girl helped him pick up the scarf and held it in her hand.

"Ah, thank you Lian Zhou." Salaman took the scarf in a panic and hurriedly rewound it.

"Student Salaman, I told you that you can call me Xiaoxing directly." Lian Zhouxing is a Chinese born in France. In fact, children are xenophobic, but her kind and gentle personality makes her easy to be accepted. " Wait, what's that wrapped around your neck?"

Salaman hurriedly covered his neck, took a step back at a loss, stopped again, and then nodded his feet. Xiaoxing looked worriedly at his hands covering his neck, where pale gauze was wrapped around it.

"No... I... did this by accident, so it's easy to wrap it around, don't worry." He waved his hand as he spoke.

"But..."

"Xiao Xing, what are you doing?" The pink-haired girl and Xiao Xing are good friends.

"Ah, Xiao Ai, classmate Salaman..."

"My scarf fell off and she picked it up for me, that's it." He wanted to hide it, people who were curious or caring would always ask too many things, and people who were too troublesome wanted to see how the wound was.

In fact, he didn’t have any wounds, in fact, he didn’t even shed a drop of blood. It wasn’t a wound but an imprint. It was the cold hand that grabbed his throat yesterday. Sandraar’s skeleton is not big, and it’s slender to put it femininely. , but his strength is surprisingly great, that hand doesn't seem to be very strong, but only Salaman knows that his throat is about to break.

Those red marks were proof that he was about to strangle him.

"There is still some distance ahead, let's hurry up and don't fall behind." As the three of them walked forward together, you see, in fact, Salaman shouldn't feel lonely, but he is still lonely, and no one knows why.

Sandral, his words and actions are always unclear to me, including his attack on him yesterday. He doesn't seem to have any killing intent, but he doesn't have the slightest kindness either.

A person is dark and lonely at the same time, he seems to have light, but he is blindfolded.

What the hell is Cendral.

Salaman didn't know.

"London Bridge is falling down..."

"London Bridge is falling down..."

Shelan Udos is good at singing. He heard the songs of the army when he was a child, and he still hummed when he was assembling his guns when he grew up. After the war, he crawled out of the ruins. He didn't know how to commemorate those who died, so he had to learn Sing spiritual songs.

But for this song, he just said the lyrics silently. He is not British, but his English is very good for the sake of the military. He remembers that someone sang this song to him. Shelan Udos can still remember the tune, but When that person taught him, he read the lyrics over and over again. This is words, and words are a common way of commemorating the world.

He stood in the shadows again, this was his territory, Angel's body had been carried away, and now the hospital entrance was outlined in white chalk and a black number plate, but what commemorative significance did that have?No one can prove that the deceased is Angel from the outline alone, except him, but he can't tell. There is another person, the deceased himself, but he can't speak, and he doesn't want to.

Only those who cannot speak have secrets.

He is not alone, because there are people who are willing to be by his side, such as Angel, Salaman, and... Sandraar. Indeed, he is not alone, but he is actually lonely.

He should be back to normal, because a lonely person should not be sad, because no one will comfort him, or if the comfort is useless, he will continue to be sad, which is a big taboo.

But no.

He walked there, looked around, there was no one, so he pressed against the wall, arched his body, his bones seemed to protrude, he slowly stretched out his hands, the changes in the bones made the originally slender palms stronger and bigger , He listened carefully again, there was no heartbeat around him, and he climbed up to the seventh floor as deftly and lightly as a black panther climbing a tree. He stood on the window sill extending outward, his gaze seemed to erase the chalk outline.

He knocked on the glass, two short, three long, and two short, "May I come in?"

No one answered him.

He imitated the same scene before, a hug, but without human warmth, he closed his eyes, opened them again, and closed them again.

Then it fell to the side and fell straight down.

When he was about to fall to the ground, he used the strength of his waist to complete the turn. He landed on both feet, knelt down slowly, raised his upper body, and faced the dark sky.

He was surrounded by chalk marks, which he felt were protection and restraint.

He stood up slowly, without any sadness.

Now, he can really return to normal.

"Okay, children, free activities here, those who want to skate go to the area with the flag, be careful not to play too much, gather in two hours."

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