Give a bellflower to the drowning ghost

Chapter 11

-16

The next day, the ranger asked uncomfortably, "It seems you haven't written for a while, right?"

The writer lay on the ranger's bed, lazily playing games: "Huh? Well, yeah, who wants to work when there is no shortage of money to spend?"

The ranger said, "You haven't written the story about the perverted killer you mentioned earlier, have you?"

The writer showed raised lips from behind the game console: "Of course I won't write it. Your story belongs to me alone, so I won't write it for others to read."

-17

Into summer, steaming hot noon.

The writer slid from the bed onto the floor wiped clean by the ranger, trying to cool himself off by the heat of the tiles: "It's so hot, can't we install an air conditioner here? I'll pay for it."

The ranger turned a blind eye to his ugliness: "No, this electricity cannot be supplied."

The writer looked at him pitifully: "But I'm hot."

"The fridge is there, you can cut yourself into pieces and stuff yourself in," the ranger said.

"Then I want to eat cake," said the writer.

The ranger said, "No."

"Chocolate cake will do," says the writer.

The ranger said, "I said no."

The writer got up from the ground and gave the ranger a sweaty hug: "You can eat it tomorrow."

The ranger said: "...I'm going to buy materials."

The writer hugged the ranger and laughed, and the ranger pushed him away, only to realize that he was smiling too.

The ranger changed into a slightly more fitting one, picked up his backpack and said, "Do you want to go with me?"

The writer resumed the posture of sticking to the ground: "No, it's too hot, I want to reduce the body heat."

The ranger said, "Then you can go soak in the lake."

The writer reluctantly propped up his upper body with his hands: "Ah... a good idea, why didn't I think of it. But it's tiring to walk over..."

-18

The ranger walked down the mountain along a sheltered path.

The towering trees covered the sky, and the noon sun fell mottled on the ground through the branches and leaves. He raised his hand and squinted through his fingers to observe the color of the sky.

How to make chocolate cake with a rice cooker?Do you add cocoa powder directly?Or just spread some chocolate sauce?

Why are you still thinking about sweets on such a hot day?

...Is it that hot?

He stopped and turned abruptly.

-19

"Stop, don't go any further!"

The writer stood in the lake water up to his waist. After hearing the sudden stop, he turned around slowly, his brows raised, his upper eyelids drooped, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

That's the smile the Rangers see on writers' faces every day.

It was a painful smirk.

The forest ranger ran for a long time on the mountain road and was out of breath. He barely managed to stand by holding on to the tree trunk.But compared to physical fatigue, the psychological blow was what made his knees weak.

"Why..." He gripped his pants tightly with his hands, and took two steps towards the writer with black eyes, "I almost didn't notice..."

The writer smiled gently: "It's not your fault, it's just that I wish to fulfill my wish without you knowing anything."

The Ranger's throat was dry.

He didn't notice it.

The person in front of him, with a smirk like this, faced him day and night every day, but he took it as a sign of recovery.

Once he has feelings, he can't continue to distinguish the sincerity under human words like whether a plant is diseased or not.He wanted him to recover, he wanted him to live, and then he believed it, turning a blind eye to the other's pain.

Even though he had regained his appetite, even though he was working normally, he was still in pain.

The forest ranger felt that his head was about to explode, and he even had tinnitus, but he couldn't control his breathing, and he just heard himself screaming: "Did I ignore something? Didn't your body recover?! I'm here Did you do something wrong?! What else do you need?!"

The writer still stood in the water like this, quietly watching the performance of the ranger's collapse.

The writer said: "You have done a very good job, and you are more responsible than my attending doctor, so I have the ability to decide my own destiny... This is what I determined when I was awake, and my original wish."

Consistent with the adoptive father, the original wish to commit suicide.

The ranger suddenly rushed into the lake, stepped heavily into the water, grabbed the writer's slender wrist, and pulled him to the shore with all his strength.The writer was taken aback and fell in the shallows, splashing the ranger's head and body with water.But the ranger is only interested in grabbing the writer's arm and pulling him up from the pebbles, desperate to get the man he's in his hands out of the lake.

Drops of water fell from the ranger's face, his eyes widened, and he murmured, "I don't accept it...I absolutely don't accept it...you must be because you don't have enough rest...this time I will... …must……"

The writer staggered and was pulled up by the ranger, and walked forward with the strength of the ranger. He watched the back of the ranger almost in a daze.

The reason why Ophelia is beautiful is not her innocence, but her regrettable fragility.

Ophelia who is isolated from the world, Ophelia who doesn't care about world affairs, her father's death, her lover's betrayal, obviously everything is not caused by her, but she collapsed because of her innocence, and she was unstoppably involved in the whirlpool of madness.

The writer showed a faint smile behind the ranger.

There is nothing better suited to this lake than broken Ophelia.