初小童这一宿睡得不太安稳,作为一个菜鸟级灯塔守卫者,她在睡前提着自己的油灯仔仔细细把灯塔检查了一遍,躺到床上的时候长长地呼了一口气,抬手习惯性地抚了一下头发,却忽然发现身体根本动不了,像是有什么东西死死压住了自己。窗外是呼啸的海浪,夹杂着一种似有若无的呜咽一般的音乐声。就在这时,正对着床的木质小门“吱嘎”被推开了,一个身影慢慢走了进来。来人低着头,天蓝色的 Early childhood sleeping in this place is not very stable, as a rookie-class guardian of the beacon, she was sleeping with their own oil lamp Aberdeen carefully examined the lighthouse again, lying on the bed when a long breath, lift Hand habitually stroked his hair, but suddenly found the body simply can not move, like something tightly suppressed himself. The window is roaring waves, mixed with a seemingly without any sobbing sound of music. At this moment, the wooden wicket facing the bed was pushed open and a figure slowly came in. Come down, sky blue