There is a square in the center of the city. Although it has been ruined for a long time, it is full of life. During the day, the long-stemmed ferns, gray tail grass and purple-leaf bushes here are bathed in the warmest sunlight, and the berries in the bushes are like glass.
And at night, the quiet night flows like water, caressing the grass stems and branches that are still warm, and the chirping of insects often sounds under the entangled ivy leaves, softly playing the harmonious notes that belong to living things.
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In the center of the square, there is another fountain that has dried up. It was originally made of white and delicate alabaster, but it was dyed dark green by overgrown lichen and moss. The angel statue on the base of the fountain disappeared and was replaced by
It is a tall and lush apple tree, with green and red fruits crowded lively under the dense branches and leaves. Because no one has picked them for many years, some fruits have fallen to the ground and are lying quietly in the grass.
Like smooth and clear crystal balls.
The great sorcerer of the Moliya people claimed that all pure things can reflect the human heart, such as starlight. This is the origin of Moliya astrology. However, the secular divinationists only focus on its superficial meaning, and even more
Emphasizing the form rather than the core, he chose to use the crystal ball as his divination tool. The traditional origin of this deviation is at least 1,500 years old.
She gently picked it up with one hand and held it in her palm, as if caressing a bright gem. Her fingers were slender, fair and a little thin, and her knuckles were slightly green, like the branches sprouting in midsummer.
The green color of Chushi is very suitable for holding hands, or holding the fingertips and kissing gently.
The girl with long green azure hair sat cross-legged under the tree, with her beloved lamb lying next to her. She had collected a large handful of fruits in her arms, most of which were ripe dark red, and only a few scattered ones still looked green.
Astringent and sometimes mixed in, it is particularly eye-catching.
"You picked so many apples," a voice came from not far away: "Are you planning to take them back to make apple pie?"
The girl raised her head and saw a familiar figure walking towards the tree: "Linge."
She blinked, her slender and crystal eyelashes flickering in the cover of the apple tree: "It's so late, haven't you rested yet?"
"In fact, I haven't even had dinner yet."
Ringer said, his voice startled the little sheep who was taking a nap with his eyes squinted. The latter immediately opened his eyes and bleated at the young man unhappily, not knowing that he was angry that he disturbed his sweet dream.
I'm still dissatisfied that Saint Xalia is so friendly to this guy. If you want to say that a guy like this disturbs your dreams, you should give him a lesson and drive him away. It's a pity that the little sheep
She didn't have such an ability, and Saint Xalia didn't know how to do it, so she could only threaten her with a few words, and that was enough.
Linge naturally ignored this guy who could only show off his power, and walked straight to Saint Xalia and sat down at a suitable distance. Saint Xalia looked back at him, her clear eyes reflecting
The young man had a somewhat thin profile, and she said softly: "You have to eat well, Ringer, so that you will be healthy."
"This is also what I want to say to you." The young man said slowly: "At this moment, not only me, but also your sisters, the landlady and others are still waiting for dinner in the hotel.
As for why they didn’t start by themselves, I think you should know the reason very well, Saint Xalia?”
When the girl heard this, she pursed her lips subconsciously. Compared with before, her lips were slightly pale and seemed a little dry. This was not only due to lack of food and water, but also a sign of psychological irritability. Lamb's eyes
Looking at Ringer unkindly, he didn't care who didn't eat, he only cared about whether his master was bullied - especially by the idiot Ringer.
The young man glanced at it sideways, and then slowly withdrew his gaze. He neither continued to try to use words to make Saint Shalia wake up, nor skipped these questions and directly invited her back to the hotel. He just leaned against the apple tree and thrived.
and rough main trunks, with a casual attitude, looking at the square that has long been submerged by night and tide.
There is a cluster of faint silver marks on the tips of the apple leaves. When you look up, you can see their light flickering in countless gaps, replacing the night sky that has lost its stars. Many years ago, Saint Shalia was
Sitting under this tree, in a soft and soothing tone, he told his sisters one story after another that only existed in beautiful fantasies, and gradually lived a vivid fairy tale for himself.
At that time, they had not experienced all kinds of obscure emotions in the world, and they did not understand that even if they were the same living beings, they would have various differences based on their own will and desires. They just lived simply. Such souls were sometimes even better than Qingkong's.
The air and dust under the sun are purer and more transparent than the sea water under the scorching sun.
At that time, the girls had not yet parted ways, and all their wishes were brewing in the mysterious and dreamy kingdom. On the distant blue planet, there was a person who claimed to be a god and opened the prelude to troubled times. However, what does this have to do with them? So Saint
Shalia can still sit under the apple tree and tell fairy tales to her sisters; Fir and Favrona can still laugh and play, as if they never bear any deep hatred; even Leticia was still a child at that time.
An innocent and simple girl who believed deeply in the fairy tales told by her eldest sister, she was completely opposite to who she is today.
I wonder if she will think of herself when she dismisses the happiness and vision described in fairy tales in the future? Time is not traced back in memory, but echoes in the soul.
"I," after a long time, Saint Xalia spoke slowly, with a bit of confusion in her voice: "Am I making everyone worried?"
"Not yet." Ringer said, "But if you don't go back, they will soon be worried about you."
"I don't want them to worry about me." Saint Xalia quickly replied: "Because I want to be a qualified sister."
This is what the young man said to her in the mountains of Sosen about a year ago. It was also a starless and moonless night sky like tonight, but there were bonfires burning in the forest, and there were flying butterflies and scattered butterflies.
The sparks together illuminated the gloom in the eyes of this young girl who was repeatedly lost on the road of destiny. She received encouragement from the young man, and perhaps also received a guarantee about the future, so she was convinced that she was a long time ago and a long time later.
They are both qualified sisters.
That's what she thought, and naturally she did the same thing. Unfortunately, after a complete four seasons passed, she experienced different emotions on the same night. The gloom came back, making her feel confused.
"It's a no-brainer."
Lin Ge glanced at her: "You just need to go back with me."
"No." Saint Xalia shook her head slightly: "This is a very difficult thing, Ringer, because I haven't figured out yet... how to face them."
The "them" here probably refers not only to Olvera and the others in the hotel, but also to those Chaos Kings who have gone the other way, including the Reality Witch Tiandis who has cast all this with her own hands, and the people who are waiting outside the Initial Star Territory at this moment.
The Dark Witch Carabosse. Of course, considering some more complicated factors, Alice, who may be missing, and Themis, the self-enclosed celestial being in the control center, can also be included in this category.
She had too many worries, so she hesitated and didn't know what to do. The once-cursed King of Destiny had indeed wandered in front of countless forks in the road and lost himself; but Linger stood on the side of a bystander, and he
It is clear that the girl's hesitation at this moment is not affected by the curse, but something far deeper, more complex, and more difficult to get rid of than the curse - emotion.
The precious treasure that the goddess obtained from people from other worlds is the only gift she bestows on the creatures in the world, and it is also the source of all events.
"There is no need for you to add such a heavy burden to yourself, Saint Shalia."
Lin Ge suddenly said: "You may feel that if you want to be a qualified sister, you must protect your sisters and take their lives, wishes and even ideals on your shoulders. But you never seem to have thought about it.
, maybe before you became sisters, each of you was an independent individual with your own emotions and thoughts. Don’t simply use the word responsibility to summarize the relationship between you. This is a very conceited idea. In fact,
, they are not standing here for you, and you naturally do not need to force yourself to do those unskilled things for them."
The young man's eyes fell on the confused face, and he said word by word: "Oveira does not want to live up to the expectations of her parents and teachers, Ieta wants to find the true meaning of happiness, and Leticia wants to stay forever.
With her grandma, Rorona is committed to finding a way to purify pollution. Bai Ye and Gloria firmly believe that they will become each other's support. Xino upholds the ancestor's last wish to protect the dreams of all mortals... They are here for their own reasons.
What they stand here and decide to move forward is. After that, there are some pasts that have long been buried in the depths of the years. If they can be retrieved, they may accept it happily, but if they cannot be retrieved, they will not have too many regrets.
"
"You are the only one who is addicted to it, Saint Shalia. Putting aside the sense of responsibility that your identity as sister brings to you, for what reason are you standing here? If it is just to lead the sisters back to the Heaven
Holy Church, then you have done it. Even if you do nothing next, no one can blame you. But is that really the case? I think that Saint Shalia, who decided to help mankind 120 million years ago, three thousand years ago
St. Charlia who founded the Goddess of Creation Cult before, and St. Charia who risked her life to protect her students and followers 1,200 years ago and fled to the Eastern Continent for refuge... They don't think so, right?"
"I will not regard each of your lives as the same person. After all, even the memories are different. But some things are passed down with the soul. Saint Shalia - at this moment, ask your heart,
What is your reason for standing here?"
He said in a very serious tone, and his deep and long gaze did not seem like a conversation between friends, but a pastor comforting, admonishing, and guiding his believers. That lost lamb,
At this moment, if she asks questions seriously, what kind of answer will she get?
"I--"
Saint Xalia opened and closed her lips, as if she wanted to say something, but not even a single syllable came out. She closed her mouth again, and her two thin cherry-pink lips touched lightly,
They conveyed each other's delicate and cold temperature. The wind blew over the branches and leaves above the head, and the ripe apples swayed slightly in the trees, making a rustling sound. It is said that in the ancient culture of the Morya people,
The bright fruit comes to represent human blood.
"Where's Linge?" Saint Xalia suddenly spoke, but instead of answering the question, she asked the young man in front of her a question: "For what reason did Linge decide to move on? In this matter,
After all, it is a matter between the young queen and the queen. If you stay in the Temple of Heaven, I don’t think Tiantis will do anything to you. But you still decided to leave here with us to face the unknown future.
?”
If not, why should he care so much about himself and the feelings of the young queens? By staying here, he can avoid all disputes. No matter what happens on that distant blue planet, it has nothing to do with him.
; and the more involved he is with the young queen, the deeper he sinks, and one day he will reach the point of no return. The man who used to be indifferent to everything just wants to return to Linville City after finishing this journey.
, Lin Ge, whose biggest wish is to live a peaceful life with his sister, why did he change his mind?
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This feeling does not require reasons, thinking, or even signs. Destiny will always give inspiration to certain people at a certain moment, guiding them to discover, try, and confirm something. Some people can
Some people regard it as a joke that has nothing to do with them and ignore the past unintentionally. Saint Xalia knows that the result of the latter is mostly regret and annoyance, so she wants to be the former - especially when this kind of
When the inspiration involves the young man in front of me, this feeling of desire and impulse becomes even stronger.
Even the little sheep noticed it. When Saint Xalia asked this question, the young man looked obviously startled, and then he hesitated and thought. He seemed to be embarrassed. Was his question too much? Saint
Shalia couldn't help but think this. She almost wanted to say sorry to the young man and then take back the question to show that she didn't mean it. But before she spoke, Linge had already made a decision.
"I have had a guess all along."
"I don't know if it's right," said the young man, "but there's no other reason to explain this choice - a choice that sometimes surprises even myself."
Saint Xalia immediately said: "I believe in you, Ringer."
Then, regardless of the lamb's bleating objections, she leaned forward slightly, placed her hands on the grass, and stared straight at Ringer with a pair of clear and bright eyes, conveying the message at the shortest distance allowed by secular etiquette.
Her deepest emotions. The apples in her arms rolled to the ground, green ones and ripe ones, azure green ones and bright red ones, all scattered around her, like clusters of wild flowers in full bloom.
Apple Bloom.
Perhaps it was the unabashed trust in the girl's lake-green eyes that gave the young man some confidence, or perhaps it was because the young man actually already had the desire to talk, but he just didn't find a suitable partner. So, he deliberately calmed down
His tone of voice slowed down and his voice lowered, as if to guard against possible eavesdroppers in the dark - the suspicion did not come from the bottom of his heart, but from some kind of instinct. After all, this guess involved the most important person in his life.
people:
"I suspect," the young man tried to keep his tone calm, but because it was too calm, it gave people the feeling of disturbing the night: "Medien may be the golden apple that the witch association is looking for."