Chapter 1551 The Sun Rises (V)

They fell into the dark sea.

She could only feel the strong suffocation caused by drowning, and feel the sea water churning in her lungs. She could hear the shouts and curses that kept ringing on the deck, and the sound of the flintlock gun. The splashing sound of the bullet as it passed by my ear and landed on the water.

She just knows.

It carried her and kept swimming.

She was dreaming again.

As if it was a dream before death, she sat in front of the warm fireplace again.

She was covered with a warm blanket. She saw the sunlight coming in from the window. It shone in her pupils, like the warm light reflected by colorful glass. She heard the bursts of laughter coming from outside the house. They seemed to be calling her name, like an invitation to a party of friends in the afternoon.

She opened the door.

The breeze blew through her long hair, and she saw the endless grassland outside the door, saw Shirley smiling and waving in her direction, and saw her puppy wagging its tail happily, in the warmth Enjoy the joyful freedom in the afternoon.

Shirley waved to her, pointing to the vast pasture where the sun was blowing and the breeze was blowing.

That radiant expression seemed to be speaking to her.

"Come on, sister, this is our home."

Shirley is gone.

Her puppy ran up to her happily, jumping left and right in front of her briskly as if it had endless energy. It stuck out its tongue, as if telling its little master, let's go. Go there, there is plenty of food, there is warm weather, and they no longer need to be hungry or cold.

It ran away happily before she could catch it.

Only the thin down on the hands is left.

Just like every time I played a game before, you couldn't catch it, it was always so cheerful and agile.

She raised her head blankly.

Looking at the sunshine and the long grass blowing in the breeze, she finally raised her hand and looked at the stars shining on her arms.

Maybe.

She should also catch up.

Because Shirley and her puppy are already there, she should follow them.

She closed her eyes and tucked the strands of hair behind her ears.

She took that step towards the door.

Click——

The lightning that streaked across the sky was reflected in her pupils, and the pouring rain fell in the middle of the night, hitting her body one after another, stinging like a knife.

She subconsciously raised her hand and looked at the scarlet blood covered in fluff in her hand.

The rain fell on her hands.

Washing away the mottled bloodstains along the way behind you.

Her dog was carrying her, staggering with its head lowered, and finally fell sideways under an eaves, unable to hold up any longer.

It made a whimpering sound.

The pair of black eyes looked at the little master who crawled over with a pale face. It stuck out its tongue and licked her hand just like before. The tail tried to shake hard, but it seemed to be unable to do anything. There is no way to exert strength.

It was shot.

After falling into the sea, a flintlock bullet penetrated its belly from above.

But it kept swimming.

Keep swimming.

It finally carried its little master, left the daunting sea, and finally set foot on this longed-for new continent.

It seemed to know that it was injured.

It licked the bullet hole in its side, but the blood couldn't stop flowing.

It seems that it has no strength.

The heavy rain continued to fall.

The little girl dragged it under the eaves with a pale face. She tore off the bandage on her body and pressed the wound that kept bleeding to stop the bleeding. She shook her head vigorously towards it. Shaking his head desperately, his face and eyes were covered with the falling rain.

It stuck out its tongue and licked her chin like before.

But the rain came into my mouth.

But it is bitter.

The heavy rain is still falling, and the weather in the south of the New World seems to be always so fickle. The sky will be clear at one moment, and dark clouds will cover the sky at the next moment, just like the humid rainy season.

It seemed cheerful.

The tail was still trying to wag.

Because the little master hasn't held it like this for more than a month.

But her little master wouldn't let her wag her tail. She seemed to be shaking violently, and blood kept leaking out from between her fingers.

"It's going to be okay."

"It's going to get better."

It heard its little master speak for the first time.

It has heard it before.

But those were the low humming notes heard in the middle of the night when he was sleeping soundly. He had never heard the little master speak like other people.

It was visibly happy.

The tail waggled even harder, and he kept raising his head to lick her chin.

But slowly it couldn't lick anymore.

Its eyelids are heavy.

Very tired.

But its little owner seemed unwilling to let it fall asleep.

But the next day, he still had to look for food. His little owner took him with him, just like before, waiting for the sun to come out, filling his stomach, and then finding a small nest that could protect him from the wind and rain...

It was raining heavily.

I don’t know how long it took.

It was as if I could hear the cry of a little girl on that rainy night.

But everything seems to be an illusion.

Because the rain was so heavy, the sound of carriages and horses was covered in the drizzle, and the whole land was purified and washed in the first heavy rain of the rainy season.

The next day.

The first ray of sunlight shone from the Far East to the city after the rain.

The cargo ship at the port issued a long whistle, and the early workers also embarked on a day of work.

But a corner of the street was full of early walkers.

They stared blankly.

Looking at the little girl leaning against the corner of the eaves, hugging the body of a big dog tightly, there was a deep scar on her face. She had light blue eyes like the aristocrats of the Old World, and even the hideous scar on her face could not cover her beauty.

The first ray of sunlight shone on her face.

She held the stiff body of the dog in her arms, and she still pressed its wound, just like the moment before they foraged together a long time ago, she spoke to it in a low voice.

"Dog, the sun is rising."

...

When she woke up again, she was lying on the crude operating table.

The dazzling light made her unable to open her eyes.

She subconsciously groped around, but she did not find her dog or her doll.

It was not until the hunched old man came over that she saw the wrinkled smile on his face and heard his old voice.

"I am the owner of this puppet shop. A few days ago, you fainted at the door of my shop. There were many people standing outside. I thought the taste of gentlemen in the New World had improved, and I was happy for nothing. I brought you in."

"Your face was seriously injured and a little infected, but I worked as a surgeon for a while when I was young, and I saved your life in a thrilling way, haha."

But her eyes were still empty.

She looked around.

She saw the exquisite and lifelike puppets and dolls, they were like works of art, wearing exquisite clothes and exquisite makeup.

But these were not what she wanted to find.