She Is Not a Witch

A few rough men were sitting on the rocks by the sea. This side was relatively empty. There was a piece of cloth spread on the stone. On the cloth were two leftover roast chickens. There were also a few empty wine bottles beside them. , And hiccups.

　　 "I said Manda, why did you leave three silver coins for that kid just now, every second~"

　　 One of them drank a little too much, and asked with his tongue rolled up. He leaned on the rock and spread his legs apart.

　　 "You guys, I don't know how to run water. If you finish taking all of them, then the kid can't do it anymore, so you can grab someone else in the future."

　　 "Give him some hope, let him continue, so that he won't give up, don't you think? Haha"

　　 Manda was drunk, his face flushed, and he said drunkly, but his voice was not very fast.

　　 "Brother Manda is still smart, come, take another sip."

　　 "Go!"

　　 A few people picked up the bottles and drank again. The 9 silver coins that they snatched were spent most of the day.

And the boy who was robbed was the waiter that Lorrain Hill met in the restaurant before. After that incident, his'famous' spread among the guests, and some other guests also learned to molest him and let him learn pigs. Yelling, and deliberately made things difficult for him, wanting to see him joke.

　　 In this way, they can show themselves cheaply, as if their status immediately rises when they laugh at others.

　　 This world is not all sunshine and rainbows, even more despicable and dirty.

One day, he finally couldn't do it anymore. After the boss knew about it, he didn't say much. He paid him his salary and asked him to try his luck in some workshops in the city. It happened that the Nissos winery was hiring people, so He became an ordinary winery worker. Although he could only get 2/3 of the money because of his young age, he was very satisfied.

　　 The next day, he went to work in the winery as usual, but today he didn't have the same vitality as before. It was just mechanical work. His numb and dim expression was exactly the same as that of other workers in the factory, as if carved out of a mold.

　　What is the meaning of life? These working workers don't think about such complicated issues. They only know to work, eat, sleep, and then get up to work. When you have a little money, buy something delicious, or some wine.

　　 As for the future, they don’t think about it, and they don’t bother to think about it. Everyone lives like this, right?

　　 Such workers are everywhere in Hopeland. Some of them come from the countryside in the hinterland, some are smuggled from the west wind, and some are even fugitives from other countries. As long as you can work, no one cares about what you were in the past, even if it is a king. When you fall into this cycle of boring work, your spirituality will be slowly worn away bit by bit, and finally you will become exactly the same as everyone else. Of stones.

　　 Everyone is like this, isn’t it? So he continued with peace of mind and accepted the fact that he was nothing but a mortal.

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　　 But even in this ever-recurring dark world, there are still people trying to polish the flames.

　　 A new employee came from the winery. He has short black hair. He is a young man in his twenties named Grete. The most striking thing is his piercing eyes, which seems to have a certain belief in his eyes.

　　 After he came, he still learned the work flow and precautions normally in the first few days. After a period of time, he quickly got acquainted with the young people in the winery. Because of his handsome appearance, even some aunts liked him very much.

　　 One day when he got off work early, he called Bud and invited him to relax with a drink.

　　 Bud evades that he has no money, plus a little low self-esteem, feels that he can't speak, and it will only make people cold when he goes.

　　 But Grete didn't care. He said that he was a treat and forced Bud to go. Since Grete usually performed well and was not bad, Bud did not resist strongly. In this way, the two bought some cakes, sliced ​​bacon, and wine, and came to a relatively clean hillside near the sea, eating and talking.

　　 "Budd, where are you from?"

　　 "I'm from Graythorn County, a poor place backed by Wilga."

　　 "Well, I'm from the Westwind. My hometown is far away. In the Nieder County, we produce more ores, but it's a pity that mining is too tiring."

　　 "Yes, mining is quite dangerous. I heard people say." Bud nodded.

　　 "Well, what about you, Bud, what are your specialties?"

　　 "Ours is relatively poor, so the gray linen is more famous."

　　 "Not bad, I haven't seen what gray linen looks like."

　　 "Gray linen is..."

　　 Just like that, Bud and Grete talked about their past, back and forth, talking about their hometown, specialties, why they came to Hopeland, and how they have been living recently.

　　Bad was a bit cautious at first, and as the two talked casually, Gretel revealed that he also had many shortcomings and fears, which made him feel close to him a lot, so he let go a lot.

At least this person is listening to me carefully, wants to understand my affairs, and really treats me as a person~www.readwn.com~ This kind of caring about the feelings and respect of the other person is something he has never experienced before, and it is also the first time in his life. once.

　　 Unknowingly, Bud said a lot of repressed words, his own thoughts, his past, and some recent things.

　　 As dusk approached, the orange sun was soaking in the junction of sky and water, and the soft light swayed on the beach and hillside, dyeing the world into a beautiful golden color.

　　 The two stood on the beach. Grete picked up a small stone and threw it out obliquely. Watching the stone eject from the sea, it fell into the water after leaping three times.

　　 "How about it, awesome~" Grete said boastfully.

　　 "Haha, this is also amazing, look at me."

　　 Bud also picked up a stone and threw it out against the sea. The stone leaped on the water several times and then fell. Although it didn't fly far, it was better than Grete.

　　 "Look, how is it!" Bud said with a smile.

　　 "I don't see you are pretty good, Bud."

　　 "That's not it, haha." After speaking, both of them laughed.

From this day on, Bud and Great became friends, and then a few days later Great took Bud to get to know more people, some of them worked in the winery, some worked in the oil press next door, and In the dyeing factory, these people are similar to Gretel. They are very sincere and enthusiastic. None of them laughed at Bud’s appearance, but said that he is not bad, which restored him a lot of self-confidence and was more cheerful than before. A lot.

　　 Just like that, these people often eat together after get off work and sometimes go out to play. Bud also has a lot of friends, and he no longer huddles in the corner like before.

　　It is as if the sun is turning over the wall, and the sunlight swayed into this dark and humid corner, making it dry and hard.