Boluogo is a person who keeps his promises. Generally speaking, as long as he promises you something, he will definitely complete it. However, in Amu's view, there may be some deviations in the form of completion.
Aimu was sitting on the sofa with a wreath on her head, looking at other people's busy work. She also wanted to help, but was persuaded by Boluogo to go back, saying that as the protagonist tonight, she didn't need to do anything, as long as she was old
Just stay where you are.
Similarly, Weier didn't need to do anything. As a cat, it was lucky that it didn't cause trouble. The two of them just sat on the sofa and watched other people busy.
Aimu asked, "What are they going to do?"
Weier shook her head, "I don't know."
"Ah? You didn't know anything and you just came out with them?"
"What did Palmer say? He moved to a new house and hasn't invited us to play. He asked us if we were interested." Weier thought hard, "I have nothing to do anyway."
Boluogo came over and said, "Wait a moment, there are still some things to finish."
"oh oh."
Aimu gradually gave up thinking.
"You can eat some of this first."
Boluogo picked up his pocket and took out the dessert. Aimu nodded and reached out to take one.
This was not the end. The pocket in Bolog's hand was like a bottomless pit. He took out one dessert after another and placed them neatly in front of Aimu, forming a tall tower.
Aimu stared at Boluogo with wide eyes, and Boluogo looked confused. He didn't know what Aimu liked to eat, so he simply bought one of each dessert.
Palmer brought a stack of video tapes, piled them on the sofa, and said to Aimu, "You decide what to watch."
This is when Hart also came over. He was sitting on the sofa, a big mess.
Hart and Aimu had met several times, but they were not very familiar with each other. Boluogo hoped that Aimu could have more friends, so he brought his acquaintances with him.
Hart was a little reserved, and Aimu seemed even more reserved.
"I've met you many times, but let me introduce you again," Hart said, extending his hand, "Hart Wein."
"Aimu Ajedet."
Aimu shook hands with Hart as she spoke, and she said in a friendly manner, "I feel like we both have something in common."
Hart thought for a moment and nodded in agreement with Aimu's words.
Hart, like Aimu, has been forced to stay away from the world for a long time due to his appearance. Now Aimu has a flesh and blood body and can walk on the streets openly, but Hart cannot do that yet.
"Oh, right."
Hart turned over the bag and took out a felt doll. From the appearance, it looked like a miniature version of Hart.
"Just think of it as a meeting gift."
"Thanks!"
Aimu took the felt doll. It was very delicately made and felt heavy in his hand.
Palmer caught a glimpse of the felt doll and saw the familiar fur color, and his eyes moved uncontrollably to Hart.
The two looked at each other with different expressions.
"Don't mind your own business."
"What the hell kind of hobby do you have!"
An excessive amount of information was conveyed between the eyes of the two people.
Ever since he saw Hart knitting a scarf with his own wool, Palmer had put together all the fabrics given by Hart. It wasn't that he disliked Hart. Hart's body was smooth and smooth, and he maintained it better than anyone else.
But it's just... so weird.
Every time he used those things, Palmer's eyes flashed to Hart grinning at him and giving him a thumb, wearing his "friend" on his body. Just thinking about it, Palmer's mind went crazy
It's about to go down.
Hart was somewhat aware of this, and he began to transfer his manual skills to felt dolls. No one except Palmer and Burrowgo had noticed this yet.
It's best if no one finds this out again.
"Come and help."
Burlogo came out of the kitchen wearing an apron and greeted Hart.
Bode sat on the chair on the other side. He was dressed in a skeleton. In order not to look so thin, Bode put a thick coat on himself. He looked like the God of Death holding a sickle in the story, solemn and depressed.
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When Aimu first saw Bode, he was still a little scared. The image of the skeleton was still very scary, but soon Aimu realized that Bode was actually the same as himself and Hart. They all had the same characteristics.
The strange appearance is absolutely alien in the eyes of the world.
Aimu felt that he could somewhat understand their thoughts and felt close to them unconsciously.
When Burlogo and Palmer lived, the living room was quite large for the two of them, but now that there are these people, the living room suddenly becomes crowded, not to mention that they are still busy.
Bode looked at all this and sighed, "That's great."
"This reminds me of the days when I didn't become an immortal," Bode took the initiative to chat with Aimu. "Now that I think about it, that was actually the happiest time in my life."
Aimu moved towards Bode's position and kept stroking Weier's back with his hand.
"Is it a bad life to become an immortal?" Aimu asked, "I see you in the club, you are very happy every day."
"It's just a group of zombies trying their best to kill time."
Bode was affected by the atmosphere and unexpectedly started talking more. He was usually the most silent one.
"We have chosen to 'retire' and are now like those devils, unable to interfere in this world and can only enjoy endless and pale time... In fact, it sounds like we are like a group of prisoners bound by eternal life."
Bode said as he knocked on his own bones, making a crisp sound.
"I was once a wealthy businessman. Under my mountain of wealth, everything in this world was at my fingertips, except for... time.
I made a deal with the devil, gave everything I had, and gained eternal life, but also lost my perception of things."
Bode's tone was sad, "I can't feel anything in my current body."
"I like drinking very much. Unlike Sere, a coward who numbs himself with alcohol, I like it sincerely," Bode said half-jokingly, "But a skeleton can't drink wine. At most, I can drink wine."
Take a bath."
Aimu responded in a low voice, "I can understand."
Before receiving the gift, Aimu could only rely on the resonance body to perceive the world. She could feel the boring feeling of Bode's walking dead.
"I have lost the stimulation of the physical senses, but the infection on the spiritual level is still there," Bode looked at the room with relief. "It is different from the decadent and lifeless joy of the Undead Club. This place is full of life. I have been here for a long time."
I have never participated in such an occasion.”
Aimu looked at Bode. Bode's face was just a big piece of white bones, with no expression or eyes at all. He could only judge his emotions from his tone.
Aimu thought of the stories about the Night Clan that she knew when she was in Fengyuan Highlands. She asked softly, "Will everyone regret it after gaining eternal life?"
This question stopped Bode. He thought for a while and said, "Maybe."
Bode felt that his answer was too immodest, and he continued, "More often, people don't know what they really want.
Human beings are like this, short-lived pitiful ghosts. Some people need to spend a lifetime looking for what they really want, while some people never have an answer until they die.
In order to continue searching, we begin to chase time, searching for what we want and what we live for in eternity.”
Aimu asked, "Have you found it?"
"I found it, but I didn't find it either," Bode smiled and changed the topic to Aimu, "You are a lucky child. Your father paid the price for you, so you are no longer teased by fate."
Bode blessed, "May you find something to live for in a long time."
"Thanks."
"It's nothing, I want to thank you."
Aimu didn't understand, "Why?"
Bode put on a relaxed posture, "I haven't felt such an atmosphere for a long time, and this atmosphere comes because of you."
"This reminds me of my family...although I can no longer remember what they look like," Bode said with a regretful tone, "It's a pity that Sere is not here, he also likes this very much."
Thinking of Serei's appearance, Aimu waved his hands repeatedly, "No, he will only bring everyone a hangover when he comes."
Bode complained in a low voice, "That's true...it's strange to say that Serei has been living in a muddle-headed state for so many years, but recently he suddenly woke up and doesn't know what to do."
Bode did not continue to think about it. He did not have the energy to worry about that bastard Sere. When he thought of Sere's past actions, he felt that it would not be a pity for this guy to die outside.
"Everyone give way!"
A shout came from the kitchen, and Boluogo staggered in with a large plate of roast chicken. The aroma filled the room.
Smelling the aroma, Aimu looked surprised, "Can you cook?"
Boluogo confidently picked up a cookbook, "Is it difficult? Just follow the process strictly and it will be fine."
Boluogo believes that this is one of the characteristics of his expert. As long as he has an operation manual, he can quickly master various skills.