【生肉搬运】鸟雀Passerine 第七章（下）(56)
He stood alone in front of his bedroom mirror, combing his hair back from his face to braid it for the day, tucking it behind an ear where a sapphire earring hung, catching the sunlight. He paused when he saw it, leaned in close just to make sure it wasn’t a trick of the light, or the lingering traces of a dream. He blinked, once, twice, his mortal heart catching in his throat. There, nestled among the pink strands, delicate as a bird’s wing, was a single gray hair. If he listened carefully, he could hear his brother coming down the hallway, looking for him, but this moment was his alone.
Half-sobbing, half-laughing, he fell against his chair and closed his eyes against the sudden sting of tears. He could see, in his mind, a field of flowers under an open sky—a place made for waiting, where all the finished stories went, where he would go someday, too.
A knock came at his door.
Technoblade began to smile.
哈哈哈鸟雀这文好好哭哈哈哈它完了哈哈哈（后面还有作者大大的话，还是超字数了，单独发了一期。）
Half-sobbing, half-laughing, he fell against his chair and closed his eyes against the sudden sting of tears. He could see, in his mind, a field of flowers under an open sky—a place made for waiting, where all the finished stories went, where he would go someday, too.
A knock came at his door.
Technoblade began to smile.
哈哈哈鸟雀这文好好哭哈哈哈它完了哈哈哈（后面还有作者大大的话，还是超字数了，单独发了一期。）
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