The morning wind was slightly cool, and the lonely boy stood alone in the wind, with a rustling coolness sweeping through his mind.
He was standing in the most lovely place for Tower fans - the English Garden.
A British woman spent her life building this small garden, hence its name.
On a long stone bench, there is a statue, which is a pair of men and women. The man is wearing a suit and the woman is wearing a skirt. They are modern clothes. Both of them have wings on their backs. The man’s legs are crossed and the woman’s legs are crossed.
With their knees together, the woman leaned on the man's shoulder, looking up at the distant sky, as if reminiscing about something, as if to say -
When I am tired of the turmoil of the world, please let me rest on your shoulder for a while and look at our home, which I can never return to.
The place you can't go back to is heaven.
In the Garden of Rose Eden, God quietly sows the seeds of love treasure for all lovers in the world. It is said that whoever can make it bloom in the world and make it grow heart-shaped petals, the angel will take off its beautiful wings and become a
The beautiful girl in the mortal world waits by that person's side for all eternity.
In one hand, the boy still held the bread that Ronger gave him. After a night, the bread had hardened, but he was not willing to throw it away. In the other hand, there was a small handkerchief, which she also left for him.
He thought of that pink and cute little face, her soft and sweet voice, and the concern her tender little hands brought to him, caring and cute, and felt that she really looked like an angel.
Legend has it that every girl is an angel, but once an angel falls into the world, she can never come back.
The boy wrapped the bread with a small handkerchief and put it in his left pocket, as if he wanted to seal up the weaker existence.
His hand reached into the right pocket on the other side and held a silenced gun.
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"Ha..." Ronger woke up from the soft quilt, rubbing her heavy eyelids with her little hands, her pink nose slightly wrinkled. It was obvious that she wanted to cheer up, but after all, she was still young and had insufficient self-control.
, turned over, and changed his position again, wanting to continue sleeping.
"Rong'er, get up quickly, don't sleep anymore." Rong Rong urged, and opened the quilt.
"Oh..." She yawned greatly, because she slept soundly and sweetly, and there was still a little saliva at the corner of her mouth. She looked a little confused, and she was so cute and naive that it was pitiable.
Rong Rong narrowed his eyes slightly, glanced at her with some disgust, took out a tissue and wiped the corners of her mouth, her tender face was slightly deformed by his movements.
Rong Rong paused, okay, he admitted that he was a little too forceful, because he was still very angry about what happened yesterday, but this little girl didn't know anything and didn't understand anything, so he could only hold it in his heart.
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Throwing away the tissue, he snorted and said, "Wipe it up yourself."
Ronger rubbed her face and made a face at her brother. This guy was so sinister and angry that he didn't know who and how he offended him.
She sat up, hooked up her clothes from the bedside, and put her little hand into her pocket, trying to take out a handkerchief. When she touched it, it was empty?!
"Hey, where's my handkerchief?!" she murmured suspiciously.
Rong Rong frowned upon hearing the sound.
"Ah!" Ronger suddenly exclaimed, her eyes widened and her mouth opened wide, "I remember, yesterday I helped that brother wipe his hands, and then I forgot to take the handkerchief back!"
Damn it, that handkerchief is her favorite, and it has a hibiscus flower pattern painted on it by herself!
Rong Rong's little face suddenly turned half black again.
Ronger didn't notice anything was wrong and just recalled the boy from yesterday. She thought he was almost as good-looking as her brother, with straight eyebrows, a high nose bridge, and graceful lips, especially his eyes.
, blue and blue, like the sea and like gems, it’s so beautiful! He and his brother both look like princes in fairy tales! But my brother... is a domineering and awkward prince, ugh!
Rong'er glanced at Rong Rong and saw that he had a serious face.
She curled her lips and muttered, "That brother looks much gentler, but it's a pity that I don't know his name..."
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After staying in the town for a day, everyone returned to the cruise ship. The short but fulfilling trip to Sicily ended successfully, and everyone gained a lot.
Mr. Rong enjoyed taking photos with his SLR camera. Mrs. Rong and Grandma You bought some woolen wool for the children and also learned the weaving techniques taught by the locals.
Zhou Yafei bought a lot of perfume, and Rong Chen contributed both money and effort. Who told him to lose the bet? It was really abominable. She would feel scared even if she watched a horror movie. How could she dare to watch The Eight Thousand Mummies?
Hu Die also bought new shoes and was satisfied, while Li Yuanhang reluctantly returned to the ship with the puppet in his arms.
Rong Yuchi and You Tong walked at the end, holding their two children. Rong Rong couldn't wait to leave, but Rong'er was a little reluctant to leave. If she left like this, she would never see that boy again. Her
I can never get the handkerchief back, alas!
"Hurry up and leave, don't wait any longer!" Rong Rong urged.
"I know." Ronger responded dully, feeling very depressed.
After boarding the ship, the whistle of "Woooo--" sounded, and the Aitong sailed away again, with the sky blue and blue as far as the eye could see, and the sea blue as far as the eye can see.
The entire city of Taormi is built on a mountain and faces the sea. Due to the steep mountain, it looks like a market in the sky when viewed from the sea. On the contrary, when viewed from the mountain to the sea, it feels like you are looking down from a high place.
At the top of the mountain, a boy stood on the edge of the cliff. The wind was roaring and his clothes were flying. He looked at the cruise ship from a distance and stared at the cute little figure.
Ronger suddenly felt something strange behind her and glanced back. Her pretty little face was reflected in a pair of blue eyes. Those eyes were like sea water, as blue as cornflower petals and as clear as the clearest glass.
"Xiu... we should go." Behind the boy, his companion called his name.