Chapter 123 I'm sick
"You..."
Jilan spoke to break the calm.
“It’s not already...”
“Yes, it’s already dead.”
Mr. Stork nodded, sighed, and continued.
Jilan’s mouth was slightly open, with confusion on his face.
“But before I died, I seemed to see a bunch of colorful lights falling from the sky and covering me...”
Mr. Stork took off his hat and wrung out the water. , explained slowly.
He looked confused.
"After that, I was in a dazed state, wandering aimlessly in an inexplicable white mist... But I had an intuition that this state would not last long, and maybe after a while, I would disappear completely. "
"Until, I heard your voice, Mr. Snow Owl."
He looked straight and put his hat back on with a smile.
“My consciousness returned to rationality, and then I fell into the black sea, followed my survival instinct and climbed to the shore, attracted by the fire.”
“Yes, I The situation is similar to that of Mr. Stork.”
Mr. Oystercatcher nodded in agreement.
Miss Seagull raised her head from Gillan's arms, her wet black short ear-length hair clinging to her pale face, looking quite embarrassed. But his expression was indescribably joyful, and his eyes were shining brightly.
"I didn't expect to see you again. I'm really...so happy!"
As if she had experienced death, she became less coy and smiled frankly. .
Miss Seagull took Ji Lan and together they came to the Cross Sword bonfire and sat on the ground. Then he turned his head, stared at him, and said:
"Thank you. You protected me and everyone again."
"Yes, I should thank you this time, Mr. Snow Owl."
Mr. Stork also sat down and grilled On fire, he said with great emotion.
“I have a guess about our current strange state... Perhaps our physical body has indeed died, but we are now in the form of a spiritual body and remain in the world, still retaining the memory and consciousness of our lifetime. ”
“It’s you who kept us from dying completely. ”
His eyes were deep and he said solemnly to Gilan.
"Mr. Stork, are you saying that the three of us have only souls left now?"
Mr. Oystercatcher on the side opened his mouth wide, very surprised by this guess.
He turned to look at Miss Seagull again and stammered:
“But according to the Hope Church, after death, the soul either goes to heaven or to hell?”< br>
"That's right..."
Miss Seagull said, but hesitated. Everything she has experienced tells her from the facts that what the church says may not necessarily be the truth.
“But who can explain the mysterious power? We haven’t gone to heaven or hell yet, which is the best example.” She said.
“Although we are not completely extinct, we seem to have some limitations.”
Mr. Stork raised a hand warmed by the fire and lowered his head to look at it.
The palm seemed to have substance, but it inexplicably presented a hazy feeling like a reflection on the water.
He moved his hand away from the bonfire again and reached into the darkness behind him.
After a while, he took his hand back. The hazy feeling became more intense and seemed to be distorted.
The entire palm of his hand seemed to be covered with a piece of frosted glass, making it blurry. But under the light of the fire, it gradually became clearer.
Mr. Stork raised his head and said to everyone:
"We were able to survive with the help of Mr. Snow Owl's cross sword bonfire. The fire not only gave us warmth, but also protected us."
He looked calm.
“Once we leave the fire range of the bonfire, we will probably die completely.”
“We can only use the bonfire to continue to live!”
Hearing this, the Oystercatcher The faces of Mr. and Miss Seagull suddenly became solemn. They nodded, understanding what Mr. Stork said.
Gillan was also quite surprised.
He had a realization.
Perhaps it was "Bailan" that captured the souls of the three Mr. Storks, and was guided to the spiritual kingdom by himself, where they survived.
This thing was so magical, but it also surprised him.
"I'm glad to see you again too..."
Ji Lan let out a sigh of relief and laughed. He stood up, looked at the three friends beside the bonfire under the night, their faces flushed by the fire, and said solemnly:
"You will stay here for the time being. As long as you don't really die, I believe that sooner or later you will be able to survive." One day I can find a way to bring you back to reality."
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The next morning.
Chirp, chirp...
A few goldfinches landed on the third floor window sill, swung their little heads, and stared curiously at the blond young man lying on the bed in the glass window, chirping.
Dazzling sunlight shines into the master bedroom, illuminating the room.
A bright and bright feeling, mixed with warmth, lingers quietly.
Gilan slowly opened his eyes.
He turned to look at the sun outside the window and couldn't help but smile.
Get up from the bed, quickly change into a white shirt and trousers, open the door, and go to the bathroom to wash up.
Coming out and walking into the living room, he saw Miss Sparrow wearing an apron and bringing the dinner plate to the square table in the dining area on the left.
She moves clumsily, but very carefully.
After setting the plate, he rubbed his hands nervously.
It was at this time that Miss Sparrow seemed to notice someone behind her, and quickly turned her head. When she saw Jilan, she was startled for a moment, then narrowed her eyes and smiled and said:
"Good morning, Snow Mr. Owl."
As she spoke, she clutched her apron and said awkwardly:
"I have prepared some simple breakfast. Although it is not as good as the ones in the restaurant, it can save you some money... After all, the prices in the capital are too high."
"Thank you." Jilan smiled road. "I'm really sorry to trouble you."
He walked over and saw four dinner plates on the table. Two pieces of toasted white bread are spread with mayonnaise, fried eggs and bacon are thoughtfully added in the middle, and then cut in half diagonally, it is a simple sandwich.
There are also fried sausages, meatball soup, mashed potatoes and a cup of homemade bark milk tea.
Gilan took a bite of the sandwich first.
Miss Sparrow stared at him closely, biting her lip and clenching her little hands.
Jilan chewed the food and raised his eyebrows.
"Not bad." He smiled and pulled out the chair for Miss Sparrow. "Let's eat together."
Hearing this, Miss Sparrow burst into laughter.
Gilan did not say any polite words.
The sandwich actually tasted pretty good.
It’s not very delicious, but it’s above average. It can be seen that Miss Sparrow is very attentive to this.
Although she is a young lady from a wealthy family, she is well-dressed and well-fed, and is well-served by others, but a simple breakfast like this does not necessarily require high cooking skills.
Those girls in soap operas in previous lives couldn't cook a normal breakfast, they were all lies. According to the plot, the male protagonist usually endures the unpleasant taste, swallows it by force, and praises the girl's cooking skills, and then the relationship between the two warms up.
"Really?" Miss Sparrow sat down, picked up the other half of the sandwich and took a bite, then her eyes flashed. “Yeah, it’s delicious!”
Gillan smiled and tried the food on other plates.
The results are not bad either.
Especially the cup of sticky bark milk tea, which tastes very close to the one in the Swan Cafe.
The two of them ate breakfast and chatted for a while, and their moods improved.
At this moment, Jilan suddenly spoke:
"Miss Sparrow, actually...Mr. Stork, Mr. Oystercatcher and Miss Seagull, the three of them are not dead."
"?!"
Miss Sparrow has a sausage in her hand , raised his head and looked at him blankly.
Jilan took a deep breath and closed her eyes.
He controlled himself to fall asleep sitting up.
A long while.
He woke up again, opened his eyes, turned his head and looked behind him, and Mr. Stork and three other people suddenly appeared behind the chair.
Jilan turned back and looked at Miss Sparrow with a smile.
As if expecting the look of surprise on her face.
However, Miss Sparrow just looked at him quietly, biting her lip, her expression gradually becoming sad and worried.
After a while, she seemed to have gathered up the courage, and then she spoke cautiously:
"Mr. Snow Owl... you are sick."
(End of this chapter)