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Chapter 30 Lost life (2)

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    "What's the difference? It's not the same thing." The boy turned around disdainfully, and he planned to leave, "Grandma, don't call me to the attic again, this place is dark and dirty, I don't care about it at all."  like."

    "No, Locke, just take a look at her. As long as you take a look, you will like her. If you don't like her, grandma won't bother you anymore." The old man became even more anxious when he saw that he was leaving.  He hurriedly pushed all the dolls in the glass cabinet to the ground, then stretched out his hands to grab them, and called out cautiously while catching them: "Aiwa, Aiwa Aiwa comes out, don't be afraid."

    Hearing the old man's shout, the teenager felt even more disgusted. He still loves his baby. It's really funny. The doll can't speak or respond to her. What's the use of shouting like that?

    Unexpectedly, a miracle happened at this time, the old man's hand has been retracted.  But the glass cabinet was still shaking slightly, and then a white arm stretched out from inside The long black hair slipped down, and a petite face cautiously poked out from the glass cabinet, with black pearl eyes frightened.  Looking towards the boy.

    He was stunned, and the whole person stood in place, staring blankly at the puppet that came down from the glass cabinet.

    The old man was still calling, and her voice was exceptionally gentle: "Eva, he will be your master from now on. No matter what you do, you must obey him."

    The girl with black hair and black pupils bit her lips. She seemed to be very scared. After coming out of the glass cabinet, she hid behind the old man, not daring to look around.  The teenager opened his mouth in disbelief: "Grandma is she, is she a puppet?"

    "Yes, my good grandson. She is the best doll I have made, a doll that can move." The old man's wrinkled face suddenly wrinkled, as if he was smiling.

    The boy felt disgusted, but he was very curious about the girl hiding behind the old man: "Why is she moving?"

    "Because grandma put five jewels from Alice's wooden box on her Dear grandson, this is my last birthday present for you," the old man slowly stretched out his hand, "this one holds  Remember, this is the last gem in Alice's wooden box, which represents the heart. Don't put this last gem on her Remember, you must not"

    A black lace headband woven of filaments, embroidered with creamy white delicate lace around it, when this doll came to his side, the boy stayed with her almost twenty-four hours a day  .  He dressed her in the most beautiful clothes, the most beautiful jewelry, and this black lace headband.

    "Hey, Eva this headband must be worn on her head forever, and can never be taken off." His slender fingers brushed gently through her hair, and he kissed her hairline.

    The emotionless puppet slowly raised its head and asked, "Why?"

    The strength of his fingers increased slightly, he slid down her forehead, and kissed the tip of her nose: "Because you will always be my only Eva, and no one can take you away from me."

    "Where is grandma? I want to go back to grandma's place." The puppet blinked, and the beautiful black pearls reflected the crystal light, like stars hanging in the sky, shining brightly.

    Suddenly, the boy stretched out his hand and pulled her hair up. He pushed her down heavily and pressed her under him: "Eva, you can't go anywhere. Why do you have to go to grandma's?  Any other dolls? Which one of the dolls does Eva like, I will bring it for you, can I bring it for you?"

    "I likethat doll with silver-white hair, he is very beautiful."

    "Yeah?"

    So the next day, all the puppets with silver-white hair in the attic were broken, ceramic fragments were everywhere, and the remains of clothes were everywhere.  The old man sitting in the rattan chair had suffered a severe stroke. She couldn't speak, and could only watch helplessly as he swept the dolls in the window to the ground, and then stepped on and kicked them vigorously, as if they were having a headache.  Like crazy.

    Do you like silver-white hair?  Do you like silver and white?  Then he will destroy all the dolls with silver-white hair, destroy them!  All destroyed!

    The old man's muddy pupils trembled slightly, perhaps she began to regret, regretted making that doll back then, and made her precious grandson look like this He used to cherish every doll so much.  I don't want to let them get a little bit of dust.

    "Eva, what, I helped you go to the attic to look at it yesterday. There are only dolls with blond hair, but no dolls with silver-white hair." The boy hugged the beautiful black-haired girl in front of him again, although  Her body is icy and cold, but he is not thereBut when Fang Shuochen died, we became executioners again.  For you, our hands are covered with blood, but we are going to use this blood to give other living people more chances to survive.  "

    "It's not fair! No one can arbitrarily deprive others of their lives¡ª" Before Liu Zhiqiu could finish his retort, Xia Luoyin interrupted him: "No one can arbitrarily deprive others of their lives, but  When you have to choose to let a hundred people live or let one person live, what would you choose? This world is not what you think you can do! This world is not a fairy tale, those beautiful endings also need to pay a certain amount  Only the price can create it!"

    Like peace and war who likes war, who wants war?  However, in many cases, we have no choice!  When foreign enemies invade, even if we hate war, we must hold guns, cannons, and swords to kill the enemy and shed blood!

    Who would like such a choice

    Xia Luoyin stretched out her arms, facing the wind.  "Do you know who is the most important person to Shang Luosi in this school?"

    "It's Fang Shuochen" With a final sigh, like a white orchid blooming in the air, it soared softly, extending, extending, until it flew to the other end of the sky.

    Liu Zhiqiu stood there stiffly, his slender fingers unconsciously gripping the neck of the violin tightly.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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