"Do you want something to drink?"

"Two cups of coffee, huh? Don't know what flavor of cappuccino you like? ”

"Bitterness with caramel. Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info"

The flow lamp fiddled with his hair, and his eyes were just lazy to look at the white glass on the table. The butler's high brow bones and nose bridge are reflected above, and he is also upside down.

"I'm going to prepare. Wait a moment. ”

Qian Ge leaned her head back on the stacked pillows of the sofa, and above her head was a huge chandelier, and countless beautiful curly leaf carvings hung down from her eyes, falling into one snowflake after another, as if she could feel that affectionate coldness. It's going to be the depths of winter soon, and the scattered memories are tearing, shouting, laughing, it is the childhood lights smiling, and the parents behind them stand on tiptoe and hold themselves towards the lovely white snowflakes in the treetops. It was a dream that could be reached and touched, a deep sleep that was cold and did not leave a trace.

"Strange, others, absent, waiting, patient."

"Flowing lights, do you remember when it snowed last year?"

"Vague, remember."

The girl turned her head and poured down the ends of her long hair.

"Pick up, parents, you."

He was so sensitive to this string of phrases that his memory could not withstand such a small interruption. Liudeng once had a high fever when he was a child, and the whole family, including himself, was at the bedside, waiting for the lively and active girl to return as soon as possible, but time did not give them such a bright opportunity. Stingyly, again and again, dragged through that night in the depths of winter.

From then on, the girl spoke strangely and unusually, without conjunctions or exclamations. The people around her, watching the girl become a delicate doll, all privately felt injustice and sympathy for her plight. The boy was, as always, as if nothing had happened, and continued every day with the girl, and the time passed inadvertently, and he felt that if his wish could be fulfilled.

That's it.

Mom said it was God's cruelty.

Dad said it was the kindness of life.

The boy said it was the hypocrisy of wishes.

In any case, the doctor's final conclusion was that the girl's brain was irreversibly damaged due to a long-term high fever, and she could only combine and express phrases, but fortunately it did not hinder the development of other functions, such as learning and feeling mechanisms. Afterwards, the attentive mother found that Liulan began to use phrases to express some very abstract things, such as nostalgia, struggle, empathy, and love.

Although the words are intermittent, they are surprisingly reassuring.

"Peace of mind, enough."

It doesn't seem to be fully recovered, although sometimes complete sentences are spoken. But this kind of flowing light is also very cute, but it is not as charming as some ordinary people.

As she said, reassuring and enough.

"This winter, Dad said he would send us something, right at the hotel, and I'll write back to them when the time comes. If you have time, call them together and take a picture of winter together. Dad's old camera was no longer usable, but I was reluctant to throw it away. ”

"Happy, write to me, allow?"

"Of course. You're my mother's favorite child, and my favorite sister. ”

The butler held the plate, white and hard, with black warmth. Resting lightly on the stage, swaying waves, quiet sugar cubes.

"Black coffee, and yours."

"Thank you~"

"By the way, the eldest lady may come back later today, so we can chat for a while, so as not to make the time long."

The coffee tastes bitter and adds some sugar cubes.

"I want to know, how long have you been working here?"

"About five years. Watching the eldest lady grow up, she is really too happy. Recently, it is not surprising that the eldest lady's condition has improved, and she has met a good friend like you. ”

"If it's convenient, can you tell us what the condition is?"

"The secret of the eyes."

The butler put the cup down and carefully looked at the sadness that flashed in the eyes of the flowing lamp, this sadness was set off by Qiange's anxiety to bring out a different color, which was beautiful. Straightened his sitting posture, hesitated for a moment, and sighed.

"The eldest lady couldn't see before, but she doesn't have eye problems."

"It's a strange thing."

"We were all very worried about the situation where the eldest lady was talking to herself in the room. After all, eyes are so important for a child who hasn't grown up yet. This sentence, put on the body of adults, no, it is not an exaggeration to be an old man. The worries of my father and mother must be understandable to everyone. But the content of Miss Luo's self-talk, we are not very clear. What we feared was more than we expected. She was a lonely child who was always looking for friends. But every time, when her mother was at the bedside, doing what she had done every night before, she wanted her mother to tell her stories about the darkness. ”

"Dark, sensory, visual?"

"It's all there. But she wasn't a child who liked that kind of thing, maybe after she was blind. She also said that she didn't want to see the dark, but she also hated the scorching heat and glare of the sun. Just like the friends she made before, they all left her in the end, but they didn't disappear into this world, but they disappeared. ”

"I, had, darkness, childhood."

"I don't understand very well, your words are unpredictable."

Liulan smiled, covered his mouth with his hand, the index finger slowly stood up, his left eye was slightly closed, and his eyelashes covered the excitement and sweetness that the butler could not perceive.

Quiet and unbeatable.

"That's how it feels."

Qian Ge understood the meaning of her sister's gesture, and the first time she raised her finger was in a hospital bed, where the nurse next to her held a thermometer and saw her thoughts with the small mercury number.

Don't speak, don't listen, don't watch, but mortals, keep thinking about it. [Three no monkeys, from the Analects, don't listen, don't speak, don't watch. 】

"It's painful, if life is always like this."

"It's a dream, it's a dream, so that another world can accept us!"

The stream light opened his left eye.

"Have you seen that? That kind of world is hidden in everyone's heart, and it still aches faintly, because of existence, because of one's own existence. ”

Liudeng's fingers were withdrawn and clenched into a small fist.

"If I could go back to my childhood, I could show my dreams to the people I liked. Just like you, today's children, because they know too much, will show too little in words. But with such a life, it's no wonder that people are cautious. ”

"Secrets, discovered."

"I'm sorry, I'm so happy."

Looking at Qiange's confused expression, the flowing lamp held up a piece of pure white candy cube and pressed it against his lips.

"Cappuccino, taste, comfort?"

The snowflakes inadvertently froze the bridge of Qiange's nose, and the housekeeper and the flowing lamp looked at each other and smiled, one old and one young.

"You are indeed children looking for dreams, but there are many unexpected difficulties on this road, and like many books, they are boring little stories. I've come far, far, and that's my secret. ”

The top floor of the lobby ceiling was long gone, and the endless night sky was sprinkled with countless ice crystals, leaving a series of distorted footsteps in the air, all the way to the half-cappuccinori. The huge crystal chandelier is suspended in the air, covered with snow, gradually frozen, pulling down the beautiful ice edges, like banyan trees, fine and sensitive.

"This is your place of light?"

"How can it be so easy to enter the place of light. These are nothing more than dreams forgotten by Miss Luo, but I can make them come to the fore. Let me say, every part of this villa has a beautiful wonderland that she imagined in the dark. She once said something to herself, which moved me for a long time. As a good friend of hers, I think you will be interested. ”

"Yes, strongly."

The night sky is clear, and the moon and stars are scarce. The surrounding walls turn into trees, filtering the moonlight and forming silhouettes. The overgrown countryside, the low kitchen, and the rooms on the second floor are all filled with balloons filled with hydrogen gas, and the foundation entangled in vines is pregnant with the desire to float.

"When you close your eyes, you're free."

Streamlight nodded happily.

Qiange only felt that such a scene was familiar, as if it had been, a long time had passed.

I have never felt so wonderful about the place of light.

Qiange, the temperature on the thermometer is the temperature of my heart.