Palmer staggered out of the room and sat down on the deck chair on the terrace. The windy highlands in the early morning were very cold, and a thin mist filled the wilderness like a pale white spider web covering the earth.
The air was fresh, humid, and slightly cold. Palmer wrapped the blanket tightly around him and relaxed on the lounge chair, enjoying the moment of tranquility.
Palmer has always felt that Fengyuan Highlands is a very suitable place for retirement. Unlike the extremely developed industrialization of Oath City and Opos, this place still maintains its ancient temperament, and you can taste the breath of nature with every breath you take.
In Oath City Opos, Palmer would only be choked by the industrial waste gas and cough.
When he first entered Oath City Opus, it was a really difficult day for Palmer. Fortunately, extremely novel things appeared every day, which made Palmer gradually forget about these bad things.
"It feels so good to be home..."
Palmer murmured, like a dog that has been wandering for many years and returns to its beloved nest. It may be very simple and extremely dirty, but here you can put down all your guard and feel the inner peace.
"Huh? You woke up so early, Palmer."
A familiar voice sounded from the bedroom behind him, and the peace and calm on Palmer's face was instantly shattered, and he became uncomfortably nervous.
Palmer has always been curious about how Vosilin did it. Every time she took a step, her footsteps sounded extremely soft, as if she was alert to an advancing predator.
Wosselin came to the terrace and stretched her body. Under her loose pajamas, her flesh color was looming, like a stretching wild cat.
Because she had just woken up, Woxilin's eyes were a little blurry, and the cold temperament on her body had softened a lot.
"Move."
Vosilin reached out and patted Palmer on the head. Palmer was reluctant, but still turned sideways on the recliner. Vosilin squeezed in with difficulty, grabbed Palmer's blanket and covered her body with it.
She put her arms around Palmer's head, making it unclear whether she was going to kiss him or engage in a cordial naked strangulation.
Naked hanging?
Palmer couldn't help but tremble, and some bad memories emerged from his mind uncontrollably.
In the last scene of last night's memory, Vosilin hugged herself affectionately and strangled herself unconscious.
Due to the obstruction in his neck and throat, Palmer fell into short-term suffocation. In addition, due to insufficient blood supply to the brain, he was also in some shock.
Palmer couldn't remember what happened next. He was dragged around in the corridor like a corpse. Vosilin seemed to be saying something to him, probably some angry words.
Thinking about it, although he and Vosilin have been communicating on the phone, they rarely mentioned the meeting. Like a pen pal who has never met before, Palmer can talk freely on the phone, but after meeting, he
She became extremely flustered again and did not dare to look into Wosilin's eyes.
Why is this so?
Palmer couldn't understand. Everything was still so beautiful when he left Fengyuan Heights. He was going to a new world and had a girlfriend, even though it was Woxilin who took the initiative.
Palmer was a little sleepy and couldn't understand these things. He continued to think along the memories, and Vosilin's evil smile vaguely sounded in his mind.
Ah, Palmer's memory gradually became clearer.
Palmer has always been on the weak side when facing Vosilin, whether it is a physical confrontation or a mental game.
For a long time, Palmer explained his failure in the battle by saying that he was the heir of the Clerks family and needed to abide by aristocratic etiquette to pay homage to Wosselin.
Vosilin was a very perceptive person, and she laughed at Palmer's hypocritical aristocratic etiquette.
"It's just an excuse."
When she was a child, Vosilin said this while stuffing Palmer's head into the mud.
Palmer shouted, "You girl, how can you be so rude! Etiquette! Etiquette!"
"I'm a barbarian, shut up!"
Like Palmer, Vosilin is also very good at using her identity to fight in words.
Whenever Palmer tries to civilize Vosilin, Vosilin will move out of her savage family. Although she is not a true barbarian, some things are engraved in her blood and are difficult to change.
The collision between civilization and barbarism often ends in the victory of barbarism, but there is nothing that can be done about it.
No matter what Palmer said, Vosilin acted as if I was a savage and couldn't understand it. It involved a competition of force, and Palmer had no chance of winning.
Palmer slowly moved his head, and Vosilin squeezed together with him in such a carefree manner. It was different from the cold and cold posture in the eyes of outsiders. Instead, it looked like a cat nestling on your lap, but this cat was a little bit...
too big.
How strange...
Palmer recalled that when playing with other children, Vosilin had the same indifferent attitude, but when she saw him, she would laugh and happily throw herself around. Palmer once felt that he and Vosilin
, is there any unknown grudge?
Vosilin was looking into the distance. She could see the bulging mountains in the mist. They were like snow-white drawing paper. When the first ray of morning light shone on the mountain peaks, they looked like they were made of gold, glowing with bursts of golden light.
Palmer knew that Vosilin was looking at the hometown she had never been to.
Vosilin noticed Palmer's gaze and looked at him doubtfully, "What are you doing?"
"I wonder what madness has caused me to fall in love with you."
Palmer was surprisingly candid, even beyond his wits' end.
Palmer often thinks about these things. He understands that what he and Bologo said, "Girls who can repair motorcycles are so cool" are just an opportunity, an opportunity for emotional explosion. He fell in love with him long before this opportunity.
But how it all started, Palmer couldn't figure out.
Wosselin asked, "Then have you figured it out?"
"No," Palmer shook his head, "so I'm still thinking about it."
Palmer felt that his mind was a little sluggish, maybe because he had not recovered from the naked hanging last night. He remembered that Wo Xilin was saying something while dragging him.
"It's still the same. The more you think about it, the less you understand," Wosselin taught. "Sometimes it's not necessary to think so clearly, just trust your intuition!"
This answer is very consistent with the barbarian's thinking.
Palmer understood what Wosilin meant. During the coming-of-age ceremony, he saw the mummy-like elders in the wind cellar. Their deep and old voices echoed in his ears, telling Palmer what he was about to fulfill.
responsibility……
Palmer was about to be overwhelmed by the unattainable future.
"You can escape, Palmer. When a hunter encounters a prey that is too powerful, we all choose to avoid it."
Vosilin used the example of hunting to comfort Palmer.
Palmer shook his head, "No, I am the heir of the Clerks family, and this is my responsibility."
Vosilin looked at Palmer who was squatting on the ground. He was in a state of low spirits but still talking about his duties. Vosilin grabbed his collar and lifted him up.
"First of all, responsibilities are not destined by God. If you want to refuse, there is no shame in running away."
Rather than talking about big principles, Woxilin has always been an action person. Maybe this is the nature of barbarians, even though she has been living in the Fengyuan Highlands and has not lived a day of barbaric life.
After Vosilin said these words, she turned around and left. Palmer thought it was his cowardice that made Vosilin angry. Like jam stuck to the wall, he collapsed again.
Thinking about it, Vosilin lived like a real warrior. After knowing her life experience, even if she was not in good health, she still insisted on training, saying that one day in the future, she would definitely conquer the mountain.
Palmer was timid and afraid of death, which laid a solid foundation for him to surrender to the enemy at any time in the future.
Soon after, Vosilin came back, carrying large and small bags.
"You carry these things."
Vosilin was panting from exhaustion. She was proficient in skills and had strength, but her physical strength was too weak.
Palmer asked, "What is this?"
"Tents, hunting tools, medicines, etc. Anyway, with these, we can live in the wild for a long time. If we are lucky, we will have meat every day."
Vosilin was serious. She was really planning to take Palmer to escape. She even planned a map.
"I'm hesitant about whether to bring Lycra. With it, we can move much faster, but this guy is so edible. Its food is a problem."
Woxilin thought carefully, "It's better to bring Lycra. This way, if there is an accident, Lycra can be used as a reserve meat."
"Hello!"
Hearing that Wosselin was going to attack Laika, Palmer immediately became energetic.
Palmer's response was Wosilin's laughter. She was joking and kicked away the large and small bags. Vosilin reached out and rubbed Palmer's head.
"Besides escaping, hunters actually have other options."
"What?"
"Call more hunters to help!"
Wosselin encouraged Palmer, stretched out her hand, pulled him up, and whispered in his ear.
"I will always be on your side."
The morning light rises from the end of the horizon, and the mist is like diffuse dust. Under the reflection of the sun, it has a visible shape, and it scatters gracefully.
Palmer tried to turn around, and then there was a dull pain in his body. The pain pricked his nerves like needles, and more bad memories emerged.
Palmer suddenly realized a problem, why did he wake up here, and why was Woxilin next to him after waking up...
It was as if a whole bottle of lubricating oil and rust remover had been poured into a rusty machine. After a short period of dry friction, the machine rumbled to life. His dull thoughts were also running at high speed at this moment. Palmer's listless expression
The face became more colorful.
Palmer recalled the last story of last night. Relying on the strength of his body as a believer, Palmer managed to gain some breathing time and ran around in the corridor in embarrassment.
It's a pity that he didn't escape in the end. Vosilin threw Palmer over the shoulder and completely knocked him out of action, and then kissed him.
Palmer's memory ended here. In the lingering recollection, he was like a frightened horse that was being preyed upon. The hunter bit his own throat in one bite and then disemboweled him.