6 compensation

Rob turned an eye roll, want to touch that texture has been very clear leaves, but my eye disease hand quickly pa sound off hand.

"All right, all right, leave your babies alone."

He act like he bared his teeth in pain and shrugged his shoulders in a gesture of surrender.

The glass jar reflected colored light, and he glanced at the shelves in surprise, his blue eyes dark and meaningful.

"The contents of this glass jar... Little Ann gave it to you?"

Suddenly I understood the reason for his uninvited visit. I gave him a subtle glance and grunted.

Rob two steps forward, tilted his head to look at me, knocked the glass jar, made a muffled sound.

"I owe the girl one, and I must entrust her to your care."

I gave him a deep look, trying to control my facial expression.

Rob still not flash not avoid of look at with me, seem to care nothing about my next answer.

"Of course I'll take good care of her."

I simply agile, without hesitation.

He gave me a suspicious look, then surprise, as if he were meeting me for the first time. I thought of something and laughed. In return for luo two more weird eyes.

"You've never laughed so happy..."

Of course I was happy, never so happy, but After hearing my reason for being happy, Rob was absolutely not happy, so I opened the door and kicked him out.

For the first time in years, I want to be honest with him.

Shaking shade, mottled light and shadow through the glass window persistent drill inside.

That Friday afternoon, as I slowly shook my fan, the little stove in the house lit up a little.

Sparks exploded and crackled in midair. I pinched just between the eyebrows, can only just lit up soon after the small flame press out.

Ann has come and she looks much different with last time.

Half a year had passed.

I cast a worried glance around the corner, quickly closed the blinds and turned over the small sign on the door

-- Suspension of business for rectification

Do all this, I whispered a few words, relieved, just want to close the door, but a hand out of the door.

My heart jumped, my muscles tensed, and I wrenched back, the door almost at hand.

Then I saw the hand hesitate for a moment, then inching a little further in, and clinging to the door

- vaguely with a dead pig not afraid of boiling water momentum.

... !

I ground my teeth, could only open the door, was caught off guard against a pair of poor and happy eyes.

Me: "..."

... Think of it as compensation.

Roadside oil cypress silently standing, green, the road on a truck roaring, rolled up countless dust, in the air flashing light.

Ann years wearing blue and white school uniform, standing in the mottled sunlight below, slightly against the door, for fear that I regret, looking at me.

Unmoved, I stood impassive at the door, hoping she would back off.

Her clear eyes were open. Ann thought a little for a while, and then moved forward two steps, unwilling to be outdone and I confrontation, silent to show their determination.

The air grew quiet, the sound of horns and engines distant and ethereal, the atmosphere deadened.

In the end I was the first to lose, and took a step back to let her in.

"Well."

I pour the tea into a small, delicate ceramic cup and hand it over.

The air also floating pine and sandalwood fragrance, fragrance a little strong, next time or add a little orange peel to neutralize...

I can't stop thinking about the spices I just prepared.

One side of the Ann holding a cup said hesitatingly thank you fell into silence, I also ignore her, since the daze, thinking about the composition of the formula.

I had the courage to break in, and now I'm afraid.

Ann gave me a wary look, as if to confirm something, then lowered his head and stared at the rhinestone on his shoe.

"Above the threshold, separation is continuous."

I glanced at her and suddenly blurted out a sentence. I saw Ann raise his head in confusion, draw a circle in the air, and make a gesture to jump out.

And then managed to get a more confused look from Joe.

Just the weird atmosphere was broken, Ann clenched her teeth, did not care about what I just said a word, shouted out the purpose of her trip.

"I want to know where my birth parents are!"

The little girl's thin voice echoed in the room, with a slightly weaker end, obviously a lack of confidence.

Hearing this, I raised my eyebrows slightly, no surprise.

"Look at this first, and I'll answer your question." I crouched down and rubbed her head, pulling a line out of thin air. "See?"

Ann was surprised by the red thread that appeared out of thin air, and made a close observation of it.

The string was connected by dense dots. It wasn't a string at all!

For a moment she was so shocked by the sight she had never seen before that she did not realize she was speaking the words of her heart.

Instant is continuous.

Taking in all her reactions, I looked anxiously at Ann, whose face was itching to grab the thread.

She could see it. Why? Does she still feel something? But clear I already cut off temporarily.....