【生肉搬运】鸟雀Passerine 第二章(9)
He played a single discordant chord. Nothing had come easily to him, recently. Music, literature, conversation—everything, all at once, had become taxing. Even laughing with his brother felt like a chore.
Wilbur’s fingers stilled on what was undoubtedly going to be another bad note. Something was moving, down on the lawn. He squinted at the figure until it came into sharper focus.
“Technoblade?”
Wilbur pressed his face closer to the glass, just to make sure his eyes had not deceived him. There were many people in the kingdom with pink hair, but perhaps fewer who also moved with the lethal grace of a python.
Technoblade walked across the lawn, and disappeared past the gates without a glance back. It wasn’t until his breaths fogged up the window completely that Wilbur realized he was hyperventilating. He pulled away from the glass and stumbled over his guitar on his way to his bed. He pulled the covers over himself, as if the darkness would dampen his thoughts.
Where is he going? followed by Will he come back? Will he come back? Will he come back? Will he—
Wilbur’s fingers stilled on what was undoubtedly going to be another bad note. Something was moving, down on the lawn. He squinted at the figure until it came into sharper focus.
“Technoblade?”
Wilbur pressed his face closer to the glass, just to make sure his eyes had not deceived him. There were many people in the kingdom with pink hair, but perhaps fewer who also moved with the lethal grace of a python.
Technoblade walked across the lawn, and disappeared past the gates without a glance back. It wasn’t until his breaths fogged up the window completely that Wilbur realized he was hyperventilating. He pulled away from the glass and stumbled over his guitar on his way to his bed. He pulled the covers over himself, as if the darkness would dampen his thoughts.
Where is he going? followed by Will he come back? Will he come back? Will he come back? Will he—
步重华吴雩肉在第几章
