Guardian Flowers
Vigilant
Liara turned her head, the girl stared fixedly at Delila and immediately interrupted her cousin's sister's speech.
"Never judge anything by how it looks, Del. That look can fool you, not because he is handsome, neat, pinter, you keep thinking that he will also have the same attitude as the perfect nature of his appearance? no never." Liara's words that sounded serious and deep made Delila speechless, even the teenage girl stared fixedly at Liara.
"The look can be deceiving. I have known people who look far from the word neat, blasphemous, tattooed, even indifferent and indifferent to anyone. But behind the annoying attitude and look of reliability that many save a sense of care and responsibility. Although in the end he gave up and chose to leave," he continued.
Liara sipped her instant noodles voraciously. Both of his eyes were staring straight at the huge flame that was swaying in the night wind. While Delila, the teenage girl just nodded obediently, she complied because Delila was convinced that her cousin's words could not be wrong.
Yes, don't judge a book by ist cover.
Maybe the proverb has a point, do not judge someone from the outside only.
The night was getting late, the first day they camped in this place did nothing. Tonight the committee lecturers asked all camp participants to rest in their respective fines. The time is 9pm past 45 minutes. The night air starts to puncture the skin, the campfire slowly shrinks although it can still warm up people who get a turn to watch tonight.
The students become the participants of the trial tonight, and tomorrow will take turns with other students. There were about 5 students still chatting in front of their tent, occasionally joking lightly to relieve the sense of loneliness.
But it turned out that not only the five young people were still awake, in front of the tent a little far from them there was a man still enjoying the night, he said, while sipping soda and turning off the blue tent occupied by the Flower.
His Eagle's eyes just kept on going that way, his mouth sipping soft drinks without alcohol that he deliberately brought himself. Late at night, the sound of nocturnal animals increasingly show its existence, even owls began to sound cuckoo cuckoo not far from his tent.
The man in the black hoodie got up, put something in his hoodie pocket. Both his eyeballs scanned the entire campground, the sound of water pounding from the direction of the waterfall further made the atmosphere tonight so horrified for the cowards.
Lionel turned his head, both eyes fixed on the forest that looked pitch-black. The awkward voice made his Hunter soul instantly rise, one hand reached into something from inside the hoodie bag he was wearing in a prepared position.
Grook!
A boar ran away from the camp site, I don't know what made the pest run down the algal ridge like a diatribe. What was clear was that the boar was unable to make Lionen's alertness decrease, he moved back and closer to the tent with his eyes constantly pointing towards the dark side of the forest.
'Simba,' muttered a girl from inside the blue tent.
Until finally both of his ears heard a muttering sound from inside the tent, and it made him turn his head with a deep frown.
"Did he dream of me? and cursed me in his dreams, again?" he murmured softly while sighing softly.
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