"Not confident?" Ringer frowned slightly, not quite understanding what this meant. In the final analysis, it seemed to have nothing to do with the current topic.
"Um."
Saint Xalia nodded slightly, then she sat upright, folded her hands on her thighs, looked at Linger face to face, and observed the young man's expression up and down with her emerald-like eyes,
As if she wanted to see something from his face. Although the latter did not avoid this gaze, nor did she show any guilt or timidity, the shepherd girl still firmly believed that her idea just now was correct. She had indeed learned from the young man.
His lack of confidence can be seen in his tone, demeanor, eyes, and even every subtle change in his expression.
"Actually, I have felt this way since a long time ago."
She said that as to how long ago it was, it is not a topic that needs to be discussed now. If she had to trace a time period, it might start from the first time she saw Ringer: "You are always talking about
You avoid certain things under the guise of rationalism, but that's not because you don't want to do it, but because you don't have the confidence to do it well. Because you can't do it well, you don't do it - is this your subconscious mind?
, Ringer? You seem to have been accustomed to placing yourself in a very low position, maybe even lower than ordinary mortals. You never have expectations for anyone, but the first person in this range is
Yourself, Ringo."
Saint Xalia said word by word, her tone was slow but firm, as if nothing could stop her from continuing to speak, saying these words that had been accumulated in her heart for a long time. In fact, Linge had no intention of stopping him, he was in a daze.
, there is a feeling of being stripped of all disguises, and the whole person is completely seen through, and this kind of thing was done to others in the past. Maybe there are people in this world who can see through themselves, but in the memory of young people
, that person has left me long ago. Could it be that after a long period of time, I will see his shadow again in another unrelated person?
In this starless and moonless night, time is stretched to a limited extent, while memories are traced back infinitely. The scene is turned upside down in an instant, and is fixed in a narrow, bright and warm church. Under the compassionate gaze of the goddess, wearing
The man in black priest's robe asked himself: "In the future, do you want to become the pastor of Tianxin Church, Ringer?"
But the young man rejected him on the grounds that he had no talent in this area and was more interested in studying history. If the Tianxin Church was left in his hands, it would only gradually be buried. It should have a more suitable successor, such as Metien.
Perhaps it was Ringer's very firm attitude, or perhaps it was out of indulgence for his adopted son. The man did not force him, but he just felt a little regretful. After the regret, he felt relieved. "That's okay," he said, while using an encouraging word.
Looking at his adopted son: "Then do what you want to do, Ringer, just don't hurt others, and don't hurt yourself."
Ringer always believed that he strictly followed his teachings without deviation or betrayal.
But what he never wanted to admit, and what he didn't dare to admit, was that the encouragement in the man's eyes at that time was actually not an encouragement for his dreams, but an encouragement for his soul. He had long known that this young man's biggest weakness was
Where is it?
You have to have more confidence in yourself, Ringo.
You are not as weak as you think.
You can do many things.
And, only you can do it.
…
If it were him, he would definitely say this, right? Although time has passed and that man's soul has long since rested in the goddess's lightless sea, some of his spirit seems to have turned into starlight and been passed down along with the eternal night.
, is now shining in the eyes of a young girl, causing her to say almost the same words——
"Have more confidence in yourself, Ringo."
She was extremely serious and said with absolute certainty: "You can do many things, and only you can do it. You said that Metien showed many unique qualities, so you insisted that she was left behind by your mother.
Golden apple, but to me, you are not the same. You met me in the municipal square of Linwell City. You used the power of the thread of fate to help me find my lost sisters. You can even help us.
Ease the lingering curse that lingers on the soul... Aren't these unique qualities not enough to prove that a person is a golden apple, as you said? I think you always look down on your own words so much.
, even Metien would not agree, Ringer."
Want to have more confidence in yourself...?
For example, firmly believe in your own uniqueness, believe in all the things that make you unique, and even firmly believe that you are the golden apple and the key to solving all events... and so on.
Ringer had never thought about it this way. This young man always had the habit of blaming other people for all the incredible things he encountered in his life. Therefore, he was able to meet Saint Xalia, and he was able to find the lost girl.
Royal power, he can alleviate the curse, and he can even gain the favor and attention of Tiandis... These are not his own powers, but guided by Metien.
Miracles and fairy tales come from others, and he is just the most ordinary mortal, this is what the young man firmly believes.
"There has never been a mortal like you in the world, Ringo."
Saint Xalia's voice was as warm as the memory, gently caressing the young man's heart, leaving him stunned for a moment, not knowing how to respond to this sincere trust and unreserved recognition: "Maybe sometimes you will
I feel very tired and hard, so I feel inferior to my own fragility, but I feel that that is by no means an emotion that only mortals have, but is a common feature of all life. And a truly noble soul will stand up from fatigue and sleepiness and continue
Keep moving forward unswervingly until you reach the end. You are that kind of person, Ringer, and I also want to believe that you are that kind of person."
"so--"
Her body leaned forward slightly, her hands pressed on the soft grass, her emerald eyes were shining brightly, as if reflecting the tiny traces of light on countless apple leaves: "Stop being so inferior, Ringer,
I will believe you, even if you don't believe in yourself, I will believe you; even if Metien is really a golden apple and you are not, at least, Themis or someone else in the heaven will give a clear answer
Before, I would rather believe that you are the golden apple I am looking for."
While speaking, her face slowly moved forward, her eyes sincere and focused, as if she was eager to see something from the young man's face, even if it was just a subtle change in expression. But the latter's first
His first reaction was to look away. He was a little embarrassed and uneasy. He had not yet adapted to the shepherd girl's sudden confession, talk, and this extremely passionate temptation.
In the final analysis, he is an extremely calm spring. He has been accustomed to spending his daily life in stability and calmness, and he always believes that the shepherd girl in front of him should also have the same characteristics as himself. But the emotional changes are always so sudden.
, in this gentle night, what happened that made Saint Xalia suddenly want to express her feelings and say those words that she had never been able to say? Or was she accidentally exposed in the conversation just now?
What made the girl think that this might be the perfect time to confess without worrying about interference from other factors?
"You're always like this, Ringo."
His withdrawal caused an expression of grievance and confusion to appear on Saint Xalia's face. She said sadly: "You are always avoiding other people's feelings. Isn't this also a sign of lack of confidence?"
"Sorry." Ringer's back hit a hard and uneven object. He realized that it should be the twisted apple tree roots entangled on the base of the fountain. Over the long years of growth, they had become
It was so thick that it could be compared with the oldest oak tree or giant banyan tree, so it unintentionally blocked the young man's escape route. He had to face Saint Xalia's gaze again, and said with some embarrassment: "In this case... maybe I should
Thank you for trusting me?"
Saint Xalia shook her head slightly: "Verbal thanks are not what I want."
"So, what do you want?" Ringer said, "Although I don't have anything."
"No, you have everything." Saint Xalia said firmly: "You actually have everything we want, that's why I said, you have to be more confident in yourself, Ringer."
"Yeah?"
Lin Ge didn't quite believe it. He felt that no one in the world could fulfill all wishes, let alone that he was just an ordinary mortal - well, even according to Saint Xalia, he confidently believed that he was actually not ordinary, but changed
Will the premise and conclusion also change? In many cases, this is not always the case.
"If you don't believe it," Saint Xalia saw that the young man still looked disapproving and couldn't help but ask, "Can you agree to my request?"
"What kind of request?" Ringer replied cautiously: "As long as it's something I can do, it's fine."
"You can definitely do it."
Saint Xalia showed him a sweet smile, which made the lamb next to her a little jealous. She bleated twice angrily, but failed to attract the owner's attention. She simply got behind the apple tree and came out of sight.
For Jing. But I still hope you can come back, Linger thought, at least help me liven up the atmosphere.
He had a vague premonition that he would have an unusual experience in his life - just like being forcibly kissed by an arrogant little bat not long ago. Although everything happened for a reason, could the impermanence of life be just cause and effect?
Can words explain it?
It's too late.
Saint Xalia stretched out her hand and gently closed his eyelids, causing the young man's vision to suddenly fall into darkness. Since he had just agreed to Saint Xalia's request, Linger did not resist and allowed her palm to cover him.
On his own eyes, there was a slight cold feeling at the touch, and at the same time, there was her soft voice——
"I heard Olvera say it," she said, and there was no hint of complaint or anger in her tone. It was more like an older sister scolding her younger sister for being naughty: "The night we stayed at the Evangelical College, you and her
We once enjoyed the night view together on the bell tower, right? She said that the starry sky that night was beautiful, but for some reason, she was very sleepy, so she leaned on your shoulder and fell asleep. Is this the case, Ringer?
?”
"Uh, I guess there should be?"
What did that guy Ovela do? Can you talk about this kind of thing casually? Moreover, the key to that matter was obviously that she and Metien had a quarrel, why did she divert to such insignificant details?
"I also heard Ieta say," the shepherd girl seemed to have not noticed the young man's psychological activities, and still said meekly: "On the day we stayed on the land and sea to hold a swimsuit competition, although she was unable to attend the competition,
But she still wore a swimsuit to show you, and you seemed to give her a hundred points. Is this the case, Ringer? "
"...should, yes?"
What did that guy Ietta do? Can you talk about this kind of thing casually? And it was clearly given to her to comfort her, so why did she seem to show it off everywhere as a very big thing?
"I still listen..."
"Saint Xalia," Lin Ge coughed twice and interrupted her: "How about we get back to the topic? As for your simple, small request, if you think I can do it, you might as well mention it directly.
come out?"
Instead of talking about some old stories here, Ringer is really a little scared, what if the next words in her mouth are "I heard Leticia say...", although the forced kiss incident just happened,
And he is the victim, but it is better not to take chances.
"Okay." For some reason, Saint Xalia's voice sounded a little regretful: "Actually, my request is very simple. Ringer, can you lend me your name temporarily?"
What does it mean to lend me to you temporarily...?
Lin Ge couldn't figure out what Saint Xalia was thinking, but he felt that the girl was just joking with him to ease the awkward atmosphere, so he nodded lightly: "If you need it."
"Thanks."
Saint Xalia smiled slightly, her eyebrows curved into crescent moons. Then she touched the young man's cheek with both hands, gently held his face, put it in front of her eyes and stared at it for a long time, then slowly but firmly repeated what she just said
Words: "Thank you, Ringo."
Thank you for trusting me.
Thank you for helping me fulfill my mission.
Thank you for your willingness to stay with me after going through so many dangers and hardships.
Although you always have low self-esteem, lack of self-confidence, and like to exclude yourself from the "special" ranks, I know that you are the only one in the world who is the most special. If you forget your specialness due to temporary fatigue, please
Let me use my own way to help you regain those trusts and bonds.
She put a little force on her hands and brought the young man's body closer to her, as if she wanted to make him lie down on the grass. The latter noticed it, but did not resist. After all, he had temporarily lent himself to Saint Xalia.
, naturally he had to satisfy her reasonable request. But then, the young man found that he did not fall on the grass. The slender, thin, itchy touch he imagined did come from the back of his head, but that
Compared with the touch of directly pillowing on the grass, it is obviously different. The place where he is sleeping now is softer and warmer, and there is a faint scent of apple blossoms, which makes people can't help but take a few more sniffs.
.
"Now," Saint Xalia said softly, "you can open your eyes, Ringer."
She slowly moved her hand away, and Ringer slowly opened his eyes.
Then he saw the bright smiling face of the girl, the tiny flash of light on the apple tree, and the fragmented night in countless narrow gaps.
this.
The young man subconsciously thought: This is probably the so-called... knee pillow, right?