Juliana’s workshop Chapter 48: Past story: nun and little boy

　　 The sound of the wind suddenly rises, and the tide ebbs and flows down. A little boy walks on the beach, the sea crosses the beach, and then back into the sea, leaving only the moist sand. He was barefoot, stepping on the sand, carefully avoiding the sharp conch. When the sea water rushed up on the beach and soaked his heels, it gave him a cold sensation.

　　 walked a distance by the sea, he looked back at the road, and saw that it was on a tall promontory, and there was a small chapel on that promontory—the chapel became as far away as possible. It's smaller, but the presence of the cape is still obvious. It looks like a horn, mounted on a giant named the sea.

　　 The little boy continued to walk forward, and walked a long distance. On weekdays, he will not be alone, there are always other children around him, whether he likes or hates him. Now he was walking alone by the sea, looking like he was aimless.

　　 He picked up a conch from the ground. The small creature in the conch did not know when it ran away, or whether it was a "former residence" that had been abandoned a long time ago. The conch is big in the middle and small on the two sides, it looks like a big flute. He flipped the conch, which looked like a flute, and checked it. After confirming that there were no sharp thorns, no numbness in the fingertips, and nothing strange in the conch, he put it to his mouth and blew it.

　　 There is a reason why he was so cautious. After a certain child picked up a large conch and blew it up because of his playfulness, he lay down for almost half a month because of mouth poisoning. He heard that he almost died. After that, whether it was him or the other children, he was more alert to things like conch, especially in the vicinity. Their teacher taught them how to identify the gadgets on the beach, which can be touched, and those that can not be touched. Every child remembers the teacher's teaching in his heart, because there are real examples around him. Of course, there is also the teacher's ridicule, which also makes them not want to become the next fool who lies in bed for half a month and almost died.

　　 The little boy blew the conch, and the conch made a muddy sound. It sounded unpleasant, or even unpleasant. He looked at the conch in his hand, shook his head, and threw it back into the sea. He didn’t make a special trip to pick up conch, so he didn’t feel any regrets. He had lived on the beach for a long time, and he would become accustomed to this kind of things that would be novel the first time he saw them, and then he would be surprised. Why would the next newcomer be so excited as a child when he sees a large conch or a large shell-even though they are already children? For the little boy, he has already experienced the stage from fresh to normal.

　　 He continued to move forward, to the north of the chapel. He didn't go out alone for no reason, not because of his temper and emotions, nor did he want to escape from the chapel or the teacher's clutches. The reason why he was able to leave the chapel on his own without being accompanied is because he already had to accompany him. He was enough to make others feel at ease, but also very worrying.

　　 The little boy didn't know how long he had been away, maybe a long time, maybe only a short period of time, but when he looked back, he couldn't see the chapel anymore.

　　 Suddenly, he stopped and stopped moving forward. He didn't stop because he was tired, he didn't have any plans to rest, but something in front of him stopped him. It was not a shell with thorns, and there were no scary beasts. What made him stop was the lifeless thing.

　　 It is the body of a dead person, floating from the north to the south. He doesn't know how many corpses there are, because the scene before him is too **** and terrifying, making it impossible to count how many people have fallen. Some corpses may not even be a complete person, but several people. Together, it can be regarded as one.

　　 The body ran aground on the beach, and did not continue to float towards the boy. The coast was stained red with blood, and even the sand was red. This also made the little boy stop. He didn't want to get his feet dirty with blood, so he stood in a place that was not stained with blood, with blood. The sea was not far from him, pushed back by the clean sea.

　　 Among these corpses are civilians in ordinary clothes, warriors in armor, and people in gorgeous clothes. No matter what kind of people they are, they are all dead now, lying on this beach, there is no difference.

　　 The little boy remembered the teacher’s words that death is equal. No matter whether it is a noble, ordinary, or lowly life, after being lost, they all become the same, and that appearance is death.

　　 The little boy is not afraid of this hellish scene, he is used to seeing death. He had a date with Death for the first time, watching those family members whose faces were a little blurred in memory, slowly dying because of famine and the cold winter. He was lucky. He was the last one to be alive, so he was finally rescued and came back to this chapel. The person who saved him became his teacher, and this teacher was a strange guy.

　　 "Why are you in a daze?" The voice came from his left, he turned his head and looked over there, and saw the girl walking out of the dense forest~IndoMTL.com~The girl was wearing a nun's dress and a headscarf. , Wrapped herself densely, with no skin exposed, only a delicate face. She was holding a slender wooden stick in her hand, with a smile on her face, her eyes narrowed slightly, and she looked at the little boy.

　　 "Teacher," the little boy said. Although it sounds strange, this young girl who is not strange even for children is the boy's teacher. Maybe she looks more like the boy's sister than the teacher. It is difficult for the little boy to treat the girl in front of him as an older sister. His older sisters are already dead, and even their faces are about to be blurred, and the girl in front of him, whom he calls a teacher, deepens her face. Deeply portrayed in my own heart.

　　 "Why did you stop?" The nun walked to the little boy and noticed that the little boy was not wearing shoes. "Look at you, I didn't even wear shoes, so I ran out like this? I never told you to Come out without shoes?"

　　 "You let me come to the beach, I don't want that pair of shoes to be soaked." The little boy replied.

　　"What do you do now? Are you going to walk into this **** water barefoot like this?" The nun smiled, "I don't think this is a good idea. When you go back, your feet will smell so hard that you dare not dare. Closer."

　　 "I will wash and go back." The little boy said.

　　 "Then it's up to you. As long as you don't go back with this **** smell, then I won't drive you out of the chapel to sleep." The nun said, it sounds ruthless, but the little boy is used to it. , When she is happy, she will give all the children sweetness, but when she is not happy, she will tease herself who are younger than her-not only the children, but also the adults in other chapels.

　　 For the little boy, she is not a disgusting badass, but a strangely troublesome teacher.