Enge walked out of the kitchen leisurely and looked at his son with a smile, who was closing his eyes to rest.
Indeed, everyone needs time to calm down after such sudden news, even myself.
When Wilson first arrived, Engel was actually a little surprised.
But it was within his expectation, after all, their family had experienced what happened to Wendy.
Moreover, Teller was attacked. Although the church investigation said it was a strange attack, Engel did not think so. This is why he asked Eric to set up a waterline guard beside Teller's bed at all times.
All luck in the world of mystery is fatal. He was disappointed with the church's judgment, but maybe they had other plans.
But it doesn’t matter anymore. Now that the people from the college are here, Teller should be safe for a short time.
I just don’t know how long it will take to see my son again, or if I can still see this son?
He shook his head to interrupt his random thoughts, touched the ring in his hand to straighten his mood
"Terrell, it's time to have breakfast"
When Terrell heard the sound, he looked over. Enge's eyes looked expectant, as if he wanted to show off his cooking skills quickly.
After gathering his thoughts, Teller walked towards the restaurant.
It’s still the familiar dining table and the clear sunshine in the morning.
Teller walked to his seat and sat down. The breakfast in front of him didn't look like anything special. It was a sandwich made of toasted bread slices, a crystal clear omelette, and a steaming cup.
of black tea.
He glanced at Engel, who had a slight smile on his face next to him. The smile was different from what he had seen in the past two days. There was nothing else mixed in it, he just smiled and waited for Teller to eat it.
Breakfast made by himself.
Teller was a little stunned. The complicated man in front of him seemed so pure at this moment. He was really a contradictory person.
Slowly pick up the sandwich in your hand and take a bite.
A familiar taste bud bloomed in my mouth. Although I had never eaten it before, my body's sense of taste still remembered this taste. A drop of hot tears fell from the corner of my eyes.
A stone was thrown into the calm heart, and the ripples in the water spread out to all directions without boundaries, and the body fell into infinite memories without authorization.
Silently biting the taste of the memory in his hand, tears fell on the ordinary sandwich in confusion. At this moment, Verdis felt that the nostalgia hidden deep in Teller's heart was not what it seemed on the surface.
, the full name signed at the end of the letter suddenly flashed in my mind: Osman Teller.
Like a resonance, Teller seemed to have returned to this body at this moment, raised his head with slightly falling tears, and said tremblingly
"Father, I have always worked hard for you."
Enge was stunned for a moment but then smiled, because these simple words were the greatest salvation for him.
"Let's go for a walk outside together after a long absence."
"Okay."
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Facing the early morning sunshine and opening the door of the house, Verdis realized that he had not gone out for the past two days to see the place where Teller once lived. Now that he had to go out, he might not be able to do so for several years.
Coming back.
The low sound of steam came from the backyard, and Eric drove a gorgeous-looking steam car slowly to Engel's side.
It was a vehicle with a structure similar to a carriage, but the driver was not a horse, but an engine with steam coming out of a small mouth.
Eric walked down from the operation cabin and put down the ladder of the cabin.
Engel stepped onto the steam car on the ladder, and Teller followed suit. As the scenery by the window began to shake, the car slowly drove out of the compound.
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Looking at the crowds of people outside the window, Teller did not ask where he was going, and Engel did not speak, as if there was a tacit understanding. Maybe they both knew the destination they were going to.
Only Verdis didn't know and could only look at the flow of people outside the window and this new world.
This is a bustling street with a medieval architectural style that looks even more sacred in the morning light. People shuttle between each other but the steps are not so compact.
The patrolman was eating breakfast while walking on the road. People were coming and going in front of the shops, and a boy selling newspapers hurried past. It was completely opposite to the neighborhood at night.
Teller looked at the scenes in front of him. He didn't know the stories of these people or what kind of city this was, but he unexpectedly felt the peace in the rush.
Perhaps it is in the depressive and tense environment that everyone wants to cherish the first ray of sunshine during breakfast and enjoy the morning when the fog dissipates.
Unknowingly, the car seemed to have passed through the city, and there were no red brick houses in sight. Instead, there were scattered cabins. After a while, the car slowly stopped.
Eric put down the steps, Engel and Teller slowly walked down, and what appeared in front of Teller was a sea of flowers.
It is a light blue flower that is slightly transparent, showing the texture inside the petals. The sun can shine through the petals shallowly and onto the green grass beneath the sea of flowers. A marble stone road guides people forward.
In the direction of the car, Eric stayed by the car, while Engel and Teller set foot on the marble road in the sun.
"Terrell, do you know the true flower language of the ethereal flower?"
Teller remained silent and smiled helplessly to himself. He didn't even know the original meaning of the flower, and he even just learned that it was called the ethereal flower.
Seeing that Teller didn't speak, Enge answered with a smile.
"The same color as the sky gives them the concept of freedom and breadth, and at the same time reminds people of those who once lived together in the same sky.
So it symbolizes people------the thoughts that are everywhere."
Teller nodded slightly and felt a little bit.
"What about the real language of flowers?"
Slowly walking to the heights of the sea of flowers, Enge looked into the distance.
"They use their transparent petals to protect the grass beneath them, but they also bathe in the sunshine with them, just like the real sky, selfless and great.
So the chosen ones gave it another flower language-----unperceivable warmth."
Listening to Engel's words and looking at this sea of flowers, Verdis thought of Teller's words
"At least let the fog calm down in the end, and let me stay in that sea of flowers forever."
In silence, listen to the wind blowing.
"I did not bury your mother in the Ottoman family cemetery. Her ashes are in the ethereal sea of flowers in Lenk. I think you will not forget it."
Verdis listened to Enge's words and heard what he meant. He didn't want to say it so bluntly and make Teller too uncomfortable, but he also told Teller the weight of missing and what they should bear.
Stuff.
The wind blew across Verdis's cheek. He knew the weight of Engel's words, but he had no idea of the story in them. He just felt an inexplicable sense of urgency spreading in his heart.
And Enge turned around and looked at Teller
"Everything may have just begun. Remember to spend more time with your sister Wendy when you get to the academy. Don't let the guilt swallow her up. Your mother and I have never regretted what happened that day. We would have gone even if we knew the outcome."<
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Engel recalled what happened in the past. If he had been more cautious and contacted the church in advance, the outcome might have been different.
And Verdis just understood that the incident that year also involved Teller's second sister Wendy, and that the second sister was most likely the main cause of his mother's death, but even if he knew, he didn't know what to say now.
A gust of wind blew by, and the sea of light blue flowers rippled in the wind.
Terrell looked at Engel's back, his sad and determined eyes seemed like an eagle.