Say goodbye to the antique shop in Zislade and be silent all the way to the exit.

Perhaps seeing what was on Angle's mind, Sanders pondered for a moment and said, "Zislade has his own set of criteria in mind, and he respects balance, and while encroaching, he will also give. It's not just about his customers, it's about those who have been harmed because of their dealings. ”

Sanderston paused, and suddenly smiled: "Speaking of which, when Zislade first entered the wizarding world, he was still a little like you. ”

"You're better than him, though. Even if you don't like the problem in your heart, you can still face it rationally and objectively. But Zislade at the beginning was very hot-blooded. ”

For the first time, Ingres heard Sanders talk about his own past, and he couldn't help but be a little curious: "What about later?"

"Human life is too short, and human nature is too elusive. The longer you go through it, the more you will understand. Time has worn away Zislade's blood, and no matter how naïve a person is, he can't stand the wind and rain again and again. Sanders didn't explain what 'wind and rain' meant, but paused and continued: "Speaking of which, I don't think he's the same as before. At least, compared to the rest of the wizarding world, he has maintained a true heart for hundreds of years. ”

Sanders turned his head and looked at the row of floral characters on the wall of the gate—

"If you are willing to burn the light of life, in exchange for a rose. I think you must be crazy. 」

Although this sentence is from "The Flower Seller Who Danced for Sin", in fact, the author of the book is Zislade. He engraved this sentence on the door of his house, not only to show his identity, but also to mean that it was Zislade's own experience.

He is both self-reporting and introspective.

Because he once had such an impulse to exchange his life for an inconspicuous rose.

......

Riding a gondola, flying.

As before, the gondola was covered by Sanders' illusion and no one else could see it.

But even if you don't use illusions to cover it up, no one will notice it on such a day.

Fog.

And it's still foggy on a hazy day.

The sky was overcast, turning the hue of the entire Shepherd City to blue-black, on the line between what could be seen clearly and what could be seen very blurred.

Coupled with the heavy fog, although it was not thick, it still reduced visibility a few points. Except for the vicinity of street lamps and the surrounding lights of buildings, there are faint silhouettes everywhere else.

Angels drove the gondola towards the outside of the Shepherd City.

Along the way, Ingres was caught up in a kind of self-questioning thinking because of the previous Zislade deal. Sanders also remained silent, still thinking about the waves of shock that Angels had brought him earlier.

For a while, the atmosphere of silence lasted for a while.

It wasn't until he was about to reach the outskirts of Shepherd City that Ingres came back to his senses, not because he had figured it out, but because he was drawn to a glow on the ground.

Below is a climb with building outlines on either side of the slope and no street lights, but the light from the buildings escapes, making the climb at least less dark.

This climbing road is not on the main city road, so the urban construction plan has not been extended to this point, and there are no floor tiles on the ground, and it is a pure dirt road. It seemed like there was a misty drizzle last night, leaving the road very muddy.

At this time, on this muddy ramp, there was a figure carrying an oil lamp, staggering forward.

The figure wore a cloak to protect against the rain, so at first Ingres didn't care, thinking it was a lonely passerby. The reason why Angel later caught her attention was because the ground was too slippery and she fell.

She lay on the ground, her cloak falling from her movements, revealing her full head of gray hair.

The oil lamp also fell nearby, and the dim light just happened to illuminate her face. Ingres looked down from the sky and immediately saw the old face illuminated by the light.

This is an old grandmother, the same one Ingres had seen in the antique shop in Zislade before!

Ingres looked at the people on the ground, and the familiarity in his eyes grew stronger, and he didn't even notice it, because of the observation, he also hovered the gondola.

This caught Sanders' attention.

Sanders looked down, but saw a white-haired old woman lying on the ground, who seemed to have fallen and lay on the ground for a long time without moving. After a long while, he forced himself to sit up slowly.

Sitting on a muddy climb, surrounded by a blue-black background and the occasional bright light. The fog floated, and the old man gasped quietly.

Sanders looked at Angels, "What, you know her?"

Angel shook his head: "I don't know, I always feel a little familiar, but I can't remember." ”

When Sanders heard Angels' words, he looked at the old man on the ground again, and this time Sanders was much more serious than before. But this time, the conclusion was the same as before: "A very ordinary human being, if you really want to pick something special, she has a sense of disobedience." ”

"Disobedience?"

Her eyes didn't look like an old man, but the twilight in her didn't fake it. ”

Sanders's words immediately reminded Ingres of some passages in the holographic tablet: "Could it be that a young soul broke into the shell of another old man with gorgeous hair?"

Sanders laughed for a while: "If the soul can invade the body so easily, why do you think there are so many dead souls floating in the world?

Moreover, the flesh and spirit of this man are compatible, and there is nothing contradictory. ”

Ingres thought for a moment, and seemed to think of something: "I actually saw her in the antique shop before, could she be a guest of Lord Zislade?

Sanders pondered for a moment: "It's possible." However, even if she is a young person, I have never seen her. ”

The old woman on the ground finally stood up, her feet seemed to have bent, and she could only hold on to the railing by the side of the path, and move forward slowly. As she drifted away, Sanders said to Angel, "It's time to go." ”

Ingres bowed, whether he recognized this old woman or not, but what he could confirm was that even if he had a sense of familiarity, this familiarity was not strong enough for him to recognize his identity at a glance, and this old woman was probably not an acquaintance. At most, a familiar stranger, and an ordinary person...... There's no need to keep taking the time to think about it.

With that in mind, Angel took one last look at her staggering back, driving the gondola toward the blue-black sky in the distance.

......

Anada looked up at the blue-black sky that had been filled with fog.

For some reason, she had been feeling someone snooping on her, and her gaze was from the sky. However, she looked at it for a long time and didn't find any clues.

Could it be that she felt that something was wrong?

At this time, on the top floor of a four-story building on the side of the road, someone pushed open the window, and a little fat man whose facial features were squeezed by meat showed his head.

This little fat man was estimated to be thirteen or fourteen years old, and when he saw Anada, his eyes lit up, and then his eyes rolled, as if he had thought of something. I saw him suck sharply on his cheeks, and a mouthful of thick phlegm spit out in a parabola towards the direction where Anada was.

However, the bear child's accuracy was very poor, and the thick phlegm fell five or six meters away from Anada.

Anada glared at the little fat man viciously, and wanted to scold a few words, but now his body couldn't hold back to roar, so he could only whisper: "Damn stinky boy, if it was a few days ago, I would have gone upstairs to unload your limbs!"

That being said, Anada's body is weak now, how can she compare to that little fat man.

She could only smack helplessly, leaned over, staggered away, and could hear the little fat man laughing behind her.

After the prank of the bear child, Anada didn't pursue the previous feeling of being spied on, maybe that sense of snooping was the residents of the nearby high-rise building, who made fun of her after seeing her fall.

Anada, in a gloomy mood, left the climb. It's still a few hundred meters away from the home she rents now, if it was in the past, it is estimated that it won't take a few minutes to get home, but now for her, those few hundred meters are the same as the past ten miles, very long.

Anada moved slowly, and there was a sense of solidification in her muscles and bones, which made her very uncomfortable. In addition, my foot was broken before, and it was even more uncomfortable to walk.

After finally moving more than 200 meters, Anada couldn't walk, so she had to sit on the flower bed on the side of the road to rest.

While Anada was resting, a melodious singing suddenly sounded in her ears.

She turned her head curiously, only to see that the sound of singing came from the drama theater behind her.

She knew that this drama theater was a children's choir during the day and an adult singing at night, and she had also gone to listen to one before when she was not getting old. However, as a low-asian, I really can't appreciate this kind of glamour sound. Instead of listening to these ambiguous and lingering love poems, it is better to go to the Meixiang Grand Theater to watch an adult stage play.

Now, the voice from the drama theater is the same as the beautiful voice about love and love that she didn't like in the past.

However, perhaps it was because she had to listen to it, or maybe she had just experienced something uncomfortable, and listening to the singing in it, Anada inexplicably felt less disgusted.

Even, I was fascinated by it.

The love poem of the choir tells the story of a merry and noble son and true love, but unfortunately, after going through all kinds of hardships, the couple finally got together, but the merry noble son injured his body because of the prodigal of his youth, and unfortunately died of illness, leaving only the little girl who had been loyal all her life.

The story is cliché, but the love poems are beautiful.

"How many people have loved you, the figure of the coconut blossom when the night blooms. Love your beauty, love your waist. ”

"How many people have read you, the outline outlined by the white goose pen. Remember your past, remember your starry smile. ”

"But the years have still carved marks on your face. ”

"Even though I am old, even though I am full of wrinkles, even though everyone has left you, I am still in the mountains, behind the stars, and in your memory, just as I was at the beginning, waiting for you to flip through. ”

Maybe Anada has not experienced this kind of love, but the contrast between before and after this time change is deeply left in her heart. Not long ago, she was a young and beautiful girl, but now she ...... Wrinkled, old as if about to enter the coffin.

"Does anyone care about me like this?" Anada muttered in a low voice, but the shadow of a young boy involuntarily rose in her mind. That's her childhood sweetheart, Huby Ton.

"The hymn is right, love will eventually pass away, and youth will grow old. Anada took a deep breath, "As long as you can get on this path, it's all worth it." ”

Thinking of this, Anada stood up again. It's only two hundred meters away from home.

As long as she returns home, she can take the potion she got from Zislade, even if she loses her youth, even if she promises Zislade all kinds of demonic money, but as long as she can succeed, she is willing to give everything!