Book1:TeDream-Maker
书迷正在阅读：公主与狩猎者猎人公主《My little princess》线上试阅 , 借我一场深情梦 , 十七岁的曙光 , 【网游】东边日出西边雨 , 金牛射手撞鬼记：地府姻缘线大作战 , 寻风月 , 蝴蝶少女 , 布衣仙途 , 暴食癖和厌食症 , 【短篇】彼岸 , [合集]风沙侵袭 , 橄榄那些男主们完成任务（快穿总攻）
therosegarden．Afterawhiletiredofhisgamehethrewawayhisstidwanderedaroundlookingforotheramusements．Itseemedthattheruinsofthisformerlyluxurioushomewashisparadise．Whenhefoundapraphicmagazineamidtheruins，heughedgleefullyaedlyandsatdownoepsoftheporchasheflippedthroughthepages，whilemakinglovewithMrs.Thumbandherfhters．AnimalneedandinstincthadionswhatevertohisIQ． Justthen，amelodiousvoicecalledout，"Mark!Mark!Whereareyou?"aifulyounggirlmadeherwaythroughthefallenrosesandleavestowardstheruinedhouse．ItwasLaverne,Mark’sstepsister，bothresidentsofthenearbydistrict．Whenshesawhimilydoinghisjobwhilestaringatthepicturesinthemagazine,sheblushedinmaidenlymodestyandshynessandturnedherbacksaying， "Hurry!It’ste!Wehavetogohome.”Then,throwinganexquisitelyembroideredesesilkhandkerchiefathim,sheadded,"Wipeyourselfwhenyou’rethrough.”Whenhewasdohetwosiblingswalkedarminarmpasttherosegardenandmadetheirwaytowardstheirhome．Theskieswerestillblue． Thehouseinthenearbyprimeresidentialdistrictwasanaverageoheirfather，Mr.JohnJohnson，hadnotbeeoworkatterhisstroke，sothefamilyfinanceshaddeteriorateddrasticallyandthehouselookedrundown．OldMr．Johnsonwaswalkingboriouslyinthegardenwiththehelpofhisstick，eachstepseemedtobeheavyasathousandpounds．Thestrenuous,strugglingexpressiononhisface,togetherwiththedeepwrinklesmadeohinkthatanotherprecioushumanlifewasabouttoperishfromthisearth．LaverneandMarksprangforwardtohelphimtoachairwhentheirmother’svoicewasheardcallingtoLaverne．Sheanswered，"ing!"auroherbrotherwhohadthemelononhisshoulderandtheman’smagazineinhishandsaying, "Putthemelonintotherefrigeratoandtakeashower．Don’tpywithitanymoreorIwon’tfrysteakforyoutonight.”Markmadeafaceatherandrantowardsthebathroom． Lavernewalkedintothehouseandthrewthewetandstickysilkhandkerchiefintothewashingmaetosoakforawhilebeforewashingitbyhand．Itwasherfavorite．Shewasworriedthatherbrother，whohadretlydiscoveredthejoysofmasturbation，wasenjoyingitwithabandon，randomlywastinghisvitality．Shefeltsomethingshouldbedoopreventhimfromgoingohislesthisvitalitywouldbeexhausted；butashisstepsister，shefeltshewasnotinapositiontoteachhimsexeducation．However，ahumanbeinglikeMark，wholivedinhisownworld,freefromworries,actuallylivedahappierlifethanhisnormalterparts．Mrs．Johnson’svoicebrokeintohermusings．Shepulledherselfbacktorealityandhurriediher’sbedroom． Thickcurtainsblockedoutalllightandtheroomwasdimlylitbythefaintbedsidemp．Theroomwasfullofthepusmellofalcohol，allofwhichgaveoheimpressionthatitwastheroomofasickperson．Mrs．Johnsonyinbed，pletelyparalyzed．Herinnerbodyhadlostallitspowersexceptthatofspeech，sosheironicallycalledherselfa"speakingdeadbody"．Everytwohoursshehadtobeturnedovertopreventbedsoresfrandtokeepherbloodrunningwell．WhensheheardLaverne’sfootstepsingintotheroom,shesaid． "Laverne,wouldyoupleaseeoverforamoment?Ithinkthereisanantonmyface．Ifeelitchy.”LaveroverandwasabouttokilltheantwhenMrs.Johnsonstoppedhersaying， "No，it’salittlelifetoo．Don’tkillit．Justblowitaway.”SoLaverheantawaygently．Shewasmovedthatev