When Wen Querong knew Zhou Changjiu, he was still a young junior who had just entered Yunni Villa.
In the eyes of his classmates, he was gentle, polite, and repaying kindness, and he would always smile at her with his eyes bent.
There's no one who doesn't like Periwinkle Vultures, and Warmbirds are no exception.
Until that day, Wen Querong was sitting in front of the photo booth, drunk.
But there was one more person in the scene.
——It's the Perimeter Vulture.
Her black hair is winding and hanging down, her long eyelashes are slightly drooped, and the ends of her eyes are half covered and upturned, like peach blossom eyes that are always smiling.
After a few breaths, she saw that the distant person in the mirror was close at hand.
A pair of white and slender hands with clear knuckles, stained with cold dew, put their hands on her shoulders, then carefully and slowly picked up her loose black hair, put it under her nose and smelled it.
The corners of his lips curved into a deeper and deeper arc, and his voice was as light as a mosquito, but each word was deliberately emphasized.
"Senior sister, your hair is messed up. Don't lose your manners in the village. Jiu'er will tie your hair, okay?"
**
Later, she accidentally saw a person from a neighboring clan to whom she was engaged hanging upside down from a tree, with his eyes gouged out, and his limbs and tongue cut off.
The Perimeter Eagle silently flashed in front of her, just in time to block the corpse.
I saw that his hair was as winding as a waterfall, his eyes were warm and slightly sticky, his lips were straightened and curved upward, and then he suddenly reached out and stroked the top of her head back and forth with his broad palm.
The movements were gentle, but they couldn't hide the coldness and stickiness coming from the palms. There was even a fishy smell in the surrounding air.
"Don't be afraid, senior sister, Jiu'er is here."
***
One day after that, she accidentally entered the secret passage in Zhou Changjiu's house for the first time.
The portraits plastered all over the walls are of her.
She lost the hosta on the table.
The tattered paper kite on the stool was thrown away by her.
…
The moment her eyes fell on the blood-stained sword in the corner, chills rose from her feet like a cold spring, flowing all over her body bit by bit, and the hairs on her back stood on end.
At this moment, her mind was almost blank, with only one thought left -
Escape, you must escape from here quickly!
However, when she stepped up the steps and was about to escape, a man appeared out of thin air holding a candle and blocked her way.
The next second, the person holding the candle leaned over, letting the flickering candlelight flicker her face, and then brought the candle closer to her, as if he was carefully appreciating her panicked face.
After a long while, the person holding the candle tilted his head, staring directly at Warm Bird with a pair of black eyes, half-smiling but not smiling, his voice was slow and deliberately lowered:
"Where are you going to escape, Senior Sister?"
Intention: Peace and success!
