~： The sixth year story 089, heavy numbers

He likes flowers.

at this point. Idiots know. To this day, he still remembers that snowy night that year, Tolan protected a pot of small flowers to avoid freezing to death. But now...

The nameless little flower shook slightly. Tolan looked at it, her long eyelashes flowed out a pair of still pure sapphire eyes. Then, he stretched out his hand, wanting to touch this little flower...

bumped into.

Then... this little flower quickly withered.

The outstretched hand just fell.

Having completely become a death knight, he has become more depressed than ever.

It can be seen that he wants to cry.

But tears could no longer flow from his eyes.

When he was still alive, the birds that would often land on his shoulders and chirping, at this moment, were afraid to avoid him, and refused to come over again.

"........................Ah, master."

Finally, Tolan realized the idiot. Those lonely and sad eyes finally recovered a little bit of God. He arranged his clothes and knelt before the idiot.

"…………………………………………”

The idiot did not speak. Because he had no life after death, he couldn't understand Tolan's mood either. How does this feel? For Tolan, who once loved life so much and loved to take care of those small and weak lives, how unacceptable is he now?

The idiot can't give an answer. He can't ask questions either.

Now, he only nodded, letting Tolan continue on the dead tree trunk. His eyes looked blankly at the world. Then, he himself could only walk away silently...

"Ah..."

The idiot went out of the grove and went to work today. Although through certain channels, he is no longer short of money. But in order to conceal his property and expenses, avoid unnecessary spying and ulterior motives, he needs to continue to work and give others a phenomenon that he "has income, so he can also have expenses". Just after he walked out of the grove, Little Bread slowly climbed down the rope ladder.

Twee, twee, twee--

On the trunk, the birds screamed happily. Hearing the call, Tolan looked up, then took out a handful of corn kernels from his little straw shed and put it in his hands. However, the birds showed no signs of flying down. Even if it did, it would fall far away from Tolan, and would not get close at all.

The corn in my hand was spilled...

Tolan rested weakly on the tree trunk, his eyes blank.

He is already a dead man. To him, time no longer constitutes any meaning. He no longer needs sleep, and no longer needs breathing. Yes, there is only this difficult day, every minute and every second, slowly passing in his world...

"Ah..."

The bread was near, and Tolan was shocked when she saw the bread walk in. He immediately hid behind the dead tree and said loudly: "Little Master! You...Please don't come near me, it's not good for your health..."

Little Bread didn't mind, and continued to approach Toran. At the same time, she took off the writing board on the back, scribbled a paragraph, and held up—

"Sister Tolan, I wish you a happy Holy Eve festival in advance! 》

Seeing this line of words, Tolan could only smile wryly.

"Master, Tolan is a boy. Although she has been called a sissy since childhood, Tolan is still a boy..."

Little Bread smiled, continued to write, and held up—

"Sister Tolan, why are you so depressed? 》

Tolan looked at the sincere expression of Little Bread, and finally sighed and said--

"I...killed..."

Bun put down the sign, opened his mouth, and looked at Toran.

"Just awakened... I... killed almost a million people..."

"I know that I am disrespectful to my master... I can't doubt the master's order to me... just... just..."

Tolan covered his face, wanted to cry, but couldn't shed tears...

"Maybe...One million is beyond the concept that people can understand...One million...for ordinary people has degenerated into a simple number. But..."

"But... I can feel... Feel the fear of each of them before they die... Each of them is the same as me... I don't want to lose my life..."

"No matter what the reason...but they...have had a wonderful life before...but I...I personally...deprived them of their lives...and shattered their last hope... "

Did he... cry?

The sapphire that won't shed tears anymore can only be co-authored slightly now. He hides behind the dead tree. The slender fingers holding the tree trunk were trembling slightly.

one million……

What kind of concept does this number mean for small bread?

she does not know. But it doesn't matter, she started to hold the sign in her hand and began to draw horizontal lines one by one on it. Twenty lines were drawn on each board. After the painting was finished, she drew another horizontal line on the mud ground under her feet, cleared the sign, and continued painting.

Originally, the small bread really had no concept of one million. But as she drew more and more lines, and as the lines on the muddy ground under her feet increased, the expression of this little bread gradually became serious...

The speed of her drawing lines began to slow down.

Every stroke is not as easy as it was at the beginning. On the contrary, there is still some rigor and heaviness, and the expression on his face becomes more and more solemn, slowly...turning into sadness...

Do you have a concept?

It took nearly three hours to draw a small bread with less than 50,000 horizontal lines. She finally had the concept of the number of one million. Looking at the muddy ground that was full of paddling and there was no place to paddle, Little Bread opened his mouth, slowly raised his head, and looked at Tolan in horror.

"This is my sin..."

Tolan hid behind the dead tree, his shoulders trembling. His heart is too soft, even after death, he can't change this character.

"I... I really am a wicked villain... a villain... a... a monster..."

Little Bread looked at Tolan, then at the lines on the ground. Gradually, her originally cheerful expression became sad, and slowly, she began to sob...

"what happened."

at this time. The idiot finally finished the morning's work and came back. As soon as Xiao Bread saw the idiot, he could no longer bear the grief in his heart, and threw into the idiot's arms with a wow, and cried loudly.

One million people lost their lives.

No matter what the reason is, this fact cannot be changed.

The bread kept tossing on the idiot's chest, crying hard. The idiot had to hug her, hug her back to the tree house and put her on the bed. Mi Li and Xiao Shuniang didn't know what had happened, so they could only come to comfort her and let her stop crying.

"Your Majesty, this afternoon's work...you better don't do it. Your Royal Highness cried so hard..."

The idiot nodded. Even if Mi Li doesn't say anything, he still has this plan. But when the idiot put the money from the work in the morning into the change box under the bed, the small bread suddenly jumped out of the bed, grabbed the idiot's change box, and strode out of the room.

"Ah oh oh oh ————!"

I don't know when the speed of this girl is so fast? ! At the edge of the platform, she stretched out her hand and slapped the platform forcefully, and the little Shuniang in the room immediately shook her whole body, as if being pulled into the floor by a force of force. Then, a branch sticks out from the trunk, forming a circle that can accommodate people. Little Bread immediately squatted in with the cash box, and the branch also steadily sent her to the ground.

"Ah! Your Royal Highness!"

Mi Li didn't know what the bun wanted to do, so she screamed in panic. But the idiot raised his foot immediately. Rushed out again. In terms of speed, it is definitely not difficult for him to catch this little girl back. But this time, he didn't stop it, but followed the little girl's steps to get off the platform, followed her, and ran out of the woods.

The little bread with tears on his face ran like this. On such a festive day, it is indeed a strange thing to see such a little girl crying and running with a big box. The students in Divine Grace watched the little girl pass by in surprise, and of course, also watched the famous humanoid bulldozer. Follow without hurries.

The destination of the bread does not seem far away. Soon, she stopped next to a tea restaurant. A donation box has been kept here for many years. I hope that those who have eaten in the tea restaurant can put some bits and pieces in it, so as to help the orphans in the orphanage and the old, weak, childless and unattended. Of course, this is just a form. If all of these social assistance really depend on donations, then the orphanage and nursing home would have already closed down.

In the sound of crying, Little Bread opened the lid of the box vigorously, then grabbed a large handful of Inel and Sura with a small denomination from it, and threw it into the donation box. She continued to cry while throwing it away, causing the students who were drinking afternoon tea in the Lu Tian tea restaurant to look sideways, looking at the buns like a monster.

The idiot didn't stop this girl, not because he is no longer short of money, but because of those tears in the bread. If instead she secretly used her own money to buy those expensive and dying chili sauce, she would definitely not be able to escape. But now...

"cough……"

The idiot sighed and shook his head. He just watched the little girl's actions silently, guarding her in the distance...

"Really, having afternoon tea is also so noisy. Recently, there have been more and more unqualified civilians."

But at this moment, a little girl who was only about ten years old sitting in the tea restaurant stood up. She raised her head high, and her golden curly hair made her look very noble. For the crying little bread, the girl looked at her with indifference and contempt. Afterwards, she winked at the two girls who were at the same table with her, and the two girls immediately walked to the donation box, took out two large denominations of 100 Sura from the wallet in her arms, and threw them in .

"Now, I have donated your love for you. Are you satisfied? I can give it again if it is not enough. Just ask you not to be annoying here anymore, okay?"

The girl's indifference and contempt made the idiot in the distance suddenly think of someone. Look at the aristocratic clothes on her again, the family crest...

Goodsey... family.