If he hadn't shown up, Miss Stoker's life might have been uneventful.
Running in the lush and beautiful garden, facing the endless sky and wheat fields, there is a favorite shotgun at home, and my father will often take him to hunt; there is also his favorite Steinway piano. But she has never been able to love playing. Although she likes to sit in front of the piano very much, her ears can hear different sounds from ordinary people, but whenever she plays, she always feels that she is playing, as if something is missing. a few notes? Or a little resonance? A person's solo, lonely and lonely, is like waiting for a while while hunting, that loneliness, quietness, the tranquility at the moment when the bullet is fired, is like stagnant water without waves.
But when he showed up, this amazing uncle, it all seemed to change...
He appeared at his father's funeral, and his eyes were lake blue and bottomless. Mysterious and gloomy, with a touch of sarcasm.
She didn't like to be in contact with people by nature, but he made her want to get closer and understand, she was curious about everything about him. Does he like to hunt like her? Can he also hear his own voice and see what he can see.
Until she discovered that the "specimen" in the freezer was exactly when he made it, as if the real she had been repressed and slumbered in her body began to wake up. She longed for his attention and understanding, she was constantly longing for the thrill of hunting, and she longed to get closer to the yearning for hunting in her heart...
One afternoon, she was sitting at the piano again, just playing a few notes when his hand suddenly appeared beside her, playing the bass lines to her melody. He supported her, like a hammer hitting the thick strings, giving off the unique strong and deep resonance of the piano, as if he was calling her from the abyss...
Come with me into this killing abyss, take one step, and don't look back.
She fell completely, and with his joining, she gradually stepped into the sound of the piano, her fingers flew over the keys, and he continued to increase the density of notes, pushing the music to another climax. Her eyes revealed desire and enjoyment, and she enjoyed expressing herself in music with him. The flickering melody, the accelerating heartbeat, they cooperated with each other, echoing, this piano issued a melody that seemed to have never existed before. She knows that he can understand herself, he guides her, and her music is a whole only when she plays with him... In the ensemble with him, she sees hope and sees each other.
Qu Bi, she saw that there was no one beside her. She was very scared. Could it be that he just now was just her own fantasy?
One afternoon, she turned to a thick stack of letters he had written to her. They have the same behavior, the same experience, the same instinct to hunt and kill. They understand each other and see each other. He had been planning for a long time, just because he was looking forward to meeting her... He stimulated her desire and awakened the sealed power in her heart. The real her was closely related to him, very similar to him. They have the same blood in their bodies, they have the same last name, the same genes.
In the end, he died under her gun in order to wake her up. His own life, and the pursuit of the pursuit in his heart, he chose the latter. Because he longed to wake her up and live freely with the desire and spirit he had... So she took his belt and chose to live freely and truly.
She is not who she was before, she can't go back.
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