Miss Moriarty wants to save Mihua Town today too

Obviously she has never been very sensitive to colors, but at this moment, all kinds of colors are reflected in her eyes, like a messy kaleidoscope, and like a picture frame, she tried to fill in the scenes she had seen before, but the result was not satisfactory In the end, only the silver domes and crosses of the church were left, and only these could calm her down.

Beyond that, it seemed Shirley was also part of what made her peaceful, like a light that dispelled the sinking shadow of her evil.

Winnet choked up, moved her butt slowly, and slammed back unnaturally. Her unnatural body hid in the dark and obscure moonlight, which reminded her of the horror gothic atmosphere created by Edgar Allan Poe , She suddenly felt that she couldn't move her body, even if she answered Shirley, she couldn't do it, like a criminal who was sent to the police station and was handcuffed and escorted.

"Why, you have such a scary face, are you scared by me?"

No matter how Shirley presupposes, she doesn't want Winnet to be afraid of her because of what happened tonight. Maybe they can't get closer, but at least don't let a strange, sad silhouette stay between them.

"Scared?" Winnet gradually recovered, "I was surprised, because I don't think you will talk to me for at least three days."

"Don't think of me as naive as you."

Shirley didn't want to make any more ugly gestures, "Are you a little too attached to me? Probably not, do you have any special interests?"

"No, I just, I just don't think it's good to have such a stalemate. Wouldn't it be good for us to live in peace?" Miss Winnet seemed a little excited. She just likes women, not young people, "I want to I apologize to you, um... I just followed here because of this, and I can't sleep at the thought of making you angry."

Shirley shook her head with a disapproving smile, which added some meaning to Winnett's eyes, and she emphasized, "Well, there is really no other meaning."

"Through repeated emphasis, it becomes unreliable," Shirley said with a smile. He grabbed Winnet's cheek and pinched it slightly harder, "Come closer."

Winnet felt that she had heard it wrong, but it was impossible. If her hearing could deceive her, she would not be alive today.

She moved her cheeks, feeling that her heart was going to freeze, but her face didn't change.

Shirley, however, sniffed.

"Although it's a fox, it doesn't smell bad."

Winnet's cheeks turned red.Look, is this what a child should do and say?She didn't feel anything at first, but she suddenly became concerned about the smell on her body. After all, she had been running in the sun for a day and had done a lot of physical activities.What's more, she didn't take a shower after she came back, and she ate too much, and her mouth was probably full of taste.

She didn't even dare to argue, for fear that a breath would poison Xue Li.

"Since you've already taken the initiative to lean over, there's nothing to be shy about, is there?" Shirley asked back, stretching her arms around the back of Winnet's head, and leaning her cheek into her arms.

When the eyes were staggered, Shirley's expression softened a little.

"Do you want me to sing you a lullaby?"

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066 Fragrant but Bottomless

"No need!" Winnet replied, but she didn't mean to struggle.

"A spoiled fellow," Shirley muttered, and then fell silent.

Winnet didn't speak, and gently closed her eyes on Shirley's shoulders, and relaxed her ears, as if perceiving at this moment was tantamount to committing a crime.

Admitting any affection for the warm Shirley in front of him is like challenging God.

It made her think of Karin Boyer's poetry—

We sink into the fragrant bottomless abyss, and night falls without worry.

After letting go of her mind, she fell asleep quickly. Although it was warm, what she got was not a sweet dream. She found herself being squeezed by the walls, so tight that she couldn't breathe, and was crushed like a meatloaf. Then, she The son woke up, and found himself in Shirley's arms, smelling the residual shampoo smell and a fragrance that she couldn't explain the source.

She tiptoed, not daring to move, lying beside Shirley soundlessly, her breath exuded the weird sweetness of dry throat, because her face was only a few feet away from Shirley's chin.

To her surprise, the girl beside her woke up one step earlier than her.

"You're awake," Shirley whispered in Winnet's ear, "I thought you would lie quietly until the sun was shining like before. Could it be that there are still tasks that have to be done today? Of course, you won't Tell me, I know it's useless, but I want to go out today, in such a dusty house, even the rats will get sick and die sooner or later."

Winnet didn't answer, she looked at the window quietly, looking at the depressed side of the city, then she nodded slightly to agree with Shirley's words.

What are you thinking about now?

Although there are no complicated thoughts, I still feel a trickle of sadness flowing.There is no way to show a smile, and life seems to be cut off, a stimulating, dazzling, and active part.

past.

She thought back to her days living in the church.

It doesn't seem to be different from this time, it's the same lack of expectation and lack of emotion.

Going out for a walk is probably the right choice.

Winnet usually gets up early for a walk, runs to pick vines and flowers, then weaves or washes clothes, waits for believers to come to her door, and occasionally makes some small things to give to the surrounding neighbors. Even after accepting her adoptive father's job, her life is still the same. Not much has changed, simple and unsophisticated.In the small town, there would be no girl watching her, expecting a face-to-face encounter, and no one understanding her.

Perhaps she had a peculiar longing for love, an intimacy unlike any other, because it was unimpeded by any condition—although it was—but morality and virtue put its chains on it.

She doesn't know how to classify the emotions when she gets along with Shirley. If she pins her love on a little girl, it always makes her feel a little disobedient and disgusting-disgusting with her own existence.

To a certain extent, she could feel that Shirley's eyes were intelligent and full of understanding. This understanding always made her a little scared, so that she felt a burst of inner resistance.

Because of that, she couldn't help thinking in the "wrong" direction, and gradually unearthed a burst of desire.

"Ah, yes, indeed!" Winnet opened her eyes wide, "It's still early, let's wait a while."

Shirley closed her eyes gently again.

She knew very well that Winnet was not just happy to have someone by her side, but also had certain other emotions for her, perhaps some kind of sympathy, or some inexplicable things.

If you just want to find someone to talk to and be friends with, you might as well find a church, the people there are more compatible with Winnet.

She could imagine that Winnett pretended to be cheerful and calm, and would take the initiative to participate in various activities. She was very popular in the church in a short time, and her demeanor exuded the warmth of a girl next door.

That soft, beautiful face and dull purple eyes seemed to be born with a lovable girlish temperament. Looking at the appearance alone, it would indeed be regarded as a pet cat or a dolphin with a gentle personality.

To tell the truth, she wished Winnet could live like that.

Life is centered on the church, surrounded by acquaintances and friends. Although it is necessary to wear a mask and restraint to live, there is no misfortune or sin.

While she was thinking, she heard Siha's breathing.

A precursor to a sneeze.

Winnet sat up sideways, and let out a "sneeze" towards the side of the bed.

It was only then that Shirley realized that she forgot to share some of the blankets with Winette last night.

She shouldn't be so careless, probably because her emotions were too unstable at the time, and the hysterical state like a mad woman in a film and television drama was not suitable for her.

She pressed her palm to Winnet's forehead.

"That's right. As a killer with a strong body, why is it so easy to have a fever?" She felt a little warmth, "It rained last night, it should be just a cold level, how is your body, is there any discomfort?"

Miss Winnet was at a loss for what to do.

Because Shirley's voice sounded so friendly and cordial, with a tone that hadn't been baptized by the years, and her methodical and mature speech, as if she was not a child, but an amiable doctor.

In particular, there was no trace of anger or sullenness in the tone, which made Winnet want to believe that Shirley was no longer angry and forgave her for failing to give gifts last night.

After all, Shirley's attitude is always indifferent, and she always has a decisive temperament in dealing with things, so that others can't help but believe that she is right.

"A little chill in the arms, but nothing else."

"The wound doesn't heal that fast, you'd better pay attention." When she said this, Shirley looked hesitant, because to some extent, she caused Winnet to freeze outside, and she might have hugged him deeply at that time. Closer.

Anyway, the relationship between the two is not normal.

Shirley stood up, her face still cold, but she already had a slight apology in her heart.While talking, she got out of bed, passed Winnet, and went to the refrigerator next to the open kitchen, planning to make a bowl of ginger soup.

She didn't know if it suited Winnet's taste, but after thinking about it, she was not the kind of delicate girl anyway, and it didn't matter if it was bitter or spicy.

She lit the fire, and then heard the little tail following, she poured water into the small pot, "What, you are so dumbfounded."

It was Winnet's turn to be surprised, Shirley obviously didn't turn her head to look at her!

"Your smirk is already reflected on the water in the pot."

"Uh……"

Was her smile really that silly?

Ms. Winnet recalled that Ms. Wei Na from the chant party often praised her smile as healing, but that was before she was 12 years old.

Before her eyesight was so bad, there was a time when she thought she was very cute, um, a little younger, when she was about five or six years old.

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067 Wall dong?

Although it was true in her memory, she always felt that it was not an exception to grow up when she grew up.

Maybe he was innocent and cute when he was young, but when he grows up, he becomes crooked, and the smile may be the same.

Thinking of this, Miss Winnet felt unconfident.

The residents who patronized the church probably tried to comfort her because they saw that she was pitiful.

Woohoo!

Shirley, you can't lie to me!

Sure enough, as soon as you step out of your comfort zone, you will be greeted with various problems.

Miss Winnet swore secretly in her heart that she must go back to the church, build herself a warm nest in the side room, and wait for the lost lambs in the prayer hall.

"What are you thinking again?" Shirley asked casually after boiling the water and yawning.

"Is my face really obvious?" Winnet murmured, "Is it obvious what I'm thinking right away?"

"Just say you are stupid, how could such a thing happen?"

Xue Li thought to herself, after getting along for a while, it is normal to be able to get a glimpse of some clues, especially after establishing a certain understanding, if it is someone who has never met, she will not know what the other person is thinking.

She sighed softly.

Unfortunately, it is impossible for the stupid fox in front of him to notice this.

After thinking about it for a while, she could understand that because of her poor eyesight, observing words and expressions was something that Winnet had nothing to do with.

Therefore, some words and certain things, depending on the state and tone of voice, will cause her to misinterpret, and even some obvious emotions are hazy to her, like the thick fog in London.

No, in the fog, she is the most transparent one.

Xueli cut ginger pieces with a knife, thinking while cutting, maybe because her eyes can't see clearly, her heart is so sensitive, and she easily poked the softest part of her heart.

It was almost like an intruder by mistake, making it difficult to get angry at this reckless girl.

"Ginger soup?"

"You know," Shirley murmured, "maybe you prefer ginger ale?"

Miss Winnet shook her head hastily.

Just kidding, Shirley is already worthy of thanking God for helping her prepare ginger soup, how dare she make any extra demands, if she makes Shirley unhappy again, the sins of last night will be in vain.She hates the feeling of being extremely uncomfortable after a gap, if it's a stranger, but Shirley...

Shirley...

For Shirley herself...

That's all she can think of.

Now no one can accuse her of lacking enthusiasm, for the Bible, for others.

For her, there is no need to think about it.

What she should consider is the actual difficulties she encountered, thinking about overcoming every trial God gave her, thinking of the assistance provided to her by Sister Alyssa and all the families of the church, those material resources and spiritual encouragement, she has no idea at all. Reason to escape any difficulty!

"What? Are you avoiding me?"

As soon as she turned her head, she heard Shirley's question that seemed to go deep into her soul.

Just like Faust's self-doubt when facing the devil, Winnet also began to question what she believed at this moment, and she has been entangled in what she has been struggling with. She hasn't had such an experience for a long, long time. Simply put, she has never experienced it since she was born.

As if in the crisis of life and death, I was stressed and embarrassed all over.