In the baroque-decorated room, a hand-cranked projector with de-lacquered paint repeatedly projects a picture that begins with a sperm and egg, becomes an embryo, is born, is dying, and ends in a coffin, where reincarnation is intertwined between destruction and rebirth. Beside him, a dark-haired man in a wide dressing gown hummed an exotic song.

The slender maid pushed the dining cart, took out the baccarat crystal, and poured wine for him, the ruby liquid slowly filling the crystal clear wine glass, delicate.

"Sylvia, as I said, don't want Provence et Corse, that reminds me of Napoleon. The man took a sip and frowned.

"Then I suggest you go and drink the water from the foyer statue's basin, which I just scrubbed this morning, where Sivo and Yuxue often quench your thirst, and I am confident that your stomach is strong enough to cause discomfort that will cause you diarrhea at most. The maid spoke coldly, curled up her long silver hair over her shawl, and began to clean up the cookie crumbs that had fallen from the carpet.

"It seems that I am no different from a cat or a lizard in your eyes. The man squirmed on the couch and changed positions, tilted his head and drank the wine, and waved his hand to signal the waiter who was shaking the projector to go out. "Forget it, at least this cup still has your body odor on it, which is the best. ”

The maid lifted her eyes to look at the decadent man who was sniffing the cup, walked to her side, took out a handkerchief from her apron and wiped the alcohol from the corner of his mouth, and the relief of ivory and rosewood was covered with small animals made of dried cakes.

"I hope you don't add extra burden to my work. The maid furrowed her pretty eyebrows, "Your behavior is getting more and more childish, I am not your mother, and I do not wish to be the guardian of a man older than me. ”

The room was obscured by ornate curtains, and only the dim glow of the projection cloth was there, and Sylvia stepped up to pull back the curtains, trying to let in the light and clear the mess.

"Don't move those!" the lazy man bounced off the couch, threw away his glass, and hugged the maid from behind, causing the two to lose their balance and fall on the carpet.

The green and black pupils of the lake looked at each other for a long time, and the face was close at hand, and the breathing and heartbeat were clearly audible. Their faces flushed, and the man scrambled to get up from the ground and hold out his hand.

"I'm sorry, I'm a little excited, you know, I... I.... "The man was a little embarrassed, and his fluent French was stuck.

There was silence.

"I understand. Sylvia took care of her appearance, her long hair was scattered from the commotion just now, she turned to the side and took a deep breath, latched on to the ribbon, pulled her hair up again, and straightened her heartbeat, hiding the blush from her face.

"I don't want to see the walls and the guards outside, I don't want to be identified as a prisoner in a birdcage for the 1457th time. The man lifted the corner of the curtain, and the barrel of the gun shone a harsh metallic sheen in the sunlight, deepening the melancholy in his eyes.

The scent of vetiver's iris enveloped in it, and the slightly cool body temperature calmed the restless nerves, and they held their positions until dusk. The orange fireplace gilds the two men in a warm hue.

"I'm hungry. After a long hug, the man embarrassedly disturbed his head, "And something in your skirt is me." ”

Sylvia took out a sealed package from the hem of her skirt, and the man whistled, and the picture was a little fragrant.

"Are you Doraemon, you must be Doraemon!" The man excitedly lifted the polyethylene package printed with the Chinese words of braised beef noodles, danced a strange dance, like an orangutan who only courted, and then, holding Sylvia's hand, solemnly knelt on one knee.

"If you think I'm that round cat-like robot, then this bowl of cheap fried food from your hometown belongs to Sivo. "Sylvia was once pestered to watch this anime together, which features a little boy with a crying nose and a robot cat with missing ears.

"That.. Then Agnès Solei!"

After quickly correcting his mistake, the man carefully lifted the lid and found the vegetable packets, the butter wraps, and the contents in the carton were exactly the same as he remembered. Take out the bread and spice packets like a treasure and put them into the tableware made of crystals in turn. Three minutes later, the man sucked the noodles and chewed them as if he were savoring communion, and the smell of wheat flour and strong spices filled the room. Under the man's splashing and rolling, Sylvia pinched her beautiful nose, elegantly cut the noodles on the plastic fork handed over to her with her teeth, and tasted this dinner from her "hometown".

The touch of her tongue was rather terrible, like pasta that had been left out overnight, but her good upbringing made her swallow the noodles, and she turned her face sideways to look at the man who had finished the noodles and began to drink the soup, her face in the shadow of the light could not see the expression, but the emotions that flowed brought her back to Valensole's estate, the home of lavender, where she spent her entire childhood with her grandmother.

"Long lost taste, thank you Sylvia. In the moonlight, the man sat on the neck of the marble sculpture in the courtyard and thanked the girl who stood quietly aside.

"If you want to express your gratitude, please hurry up and get off the statue, it is a treasure of Master Udon. "The maid shone brightly in the moonlight. "Also, it can be dangerous to sleep in rain and snow on your head. ”

"A remnant of the times. The man held out his fingers and twisted the fragments of the stone statue, turning them back into their original minerals.

"Hundreds of millions of years, after generations, the overlords of all eras were born in the chosen one, and perished in abandonment, they were unwilling to raise the banner of rebellion, began all possible evolution, after all, they could only despair to become a part of the geological layer, life and death, in time and reincarnation of the fate, meaningless. The man took the cat that was asleep above his head and stroked it gently, and the rain and snow purred comfortably.

Sylvia didn't speak, she jumped lightly and sat down back to back with the man, the greenhouse cutting the moon, the blind spot of the moonlight, and the quiet heartbeat and breathing in the shadows were clearly audible.

"The collapse of the pillars of the sky, the return of the old haze during the Carney period is an undoubted prophecy, and this is the fate that we should endure as a species of life. Sensing the heat coming from behind him, the man sighed, and the roses burned hot on the steel frame that divided the sky.

“What has come into being in him was life， and the life was the light of all people. The light shines in the darkness， and the darkness did not o vercome it.。 From the darkness came the whispers of Sylvia's prayer.

"Man cannot play the role of God, and omniscience and omnipotence in the hands of man can only be a never-ending expansion of desire. The man put down the cat in his hand and let it fall to the grass, turned around, and gently hugged the girl's body with a gentle gaze.

"It's been six years, and you were a 15-year-old girl when you came, why did you choose me, aren't you the second daughter of the Anjou family. "That's a dazzling last name.

"Because I am the daughter of the Anjou family, I have the right to choose among the thirteen top targets. Sylvia turned her head and curled herself into the man's arms. "I often make mistakes when I learn etiquette and practice swords, and if I make mistakes, I will be locked up in a small room where the light of day is not seen, but it is the most comfortable and relaxing time for me, so I like black."

"It feels very similar to you in the photo. After a moment's hesitation, the girl confided in her reason.

"Don't you regret it?"

"Although you are stupid and annoying, and often do some childlike behavior, Mr. Jiang Muqing, you, on the whole, are a good one.... Children. Sylvia's clumsy Chinese pronunciation made him laugh dumbly.

“........。 The girl's lips were sweet and soft, and the moon shone softly around the beams of roses.

"I will formally agree to study and will sign all appointments and dismissals. Jiang Muqing made up his mind. "Now that most of the targets have been involved in research, the patience of the old fellows in the same council has almost run out, and you've been late... He looked at the silent girl, straightened her long loose hair, and smiled lovingly.

The nobles of the old generation, under the pressure of the rings of time, gradually disappeared into the dust of history, and even Anjou, a famous family like Anjou who was of the same clan as the royal family in the old dynasty, can now only offer blood relatives in exchange for the mercy of the gate valve association.

"It's time to remove the blindfolds and earmuffs. The man in black gave the order, "Couple 8 This is a DNA identification record, and a fingerprint pupil record. ”

"Confirm the receipt, you have done a great job. The handover personnel checked the information and bowed.

"Horus Room 2, this is named by Lord La, I don't need to explain the excess. ”

"Yes.. Yes. The reception staff held their breath when they heard the name and responded tremblingly.

"Very good" The man in black looked around at the guards around him and motioned for his men to bring the two out.

Jiang Muqing held Sylvia's hand all the way, and the temperature was transmitted in the palm of his hand.

"What is this?" exclaimed the receptionist in a low voice, and there was one item in the luggage.... A winged lizard?

"This is an ethnic sample of the Rats. An older guard interrupted the young receptionist, quietly pointed to the omniscient eye on the black-clad man's neckline, and said in a low voice, "If you shouldn't ask, don't ask, that's the first rule of working here." ”

The young receptionist fell silent and led the couple and their luggage into a tunnel in the cracked mountain.

The cold equipment, the oppressive atmosphere, the lengthy data, the screams of animals and humans, the wails of pain. Creatures become data, dismemberment becomes samples. All for the purpose of forging the key to Solomon's gate.

"Lord, forgive us for snooping on your authority in order to forge the light of the future of mankind. "In the stands in the laboratory, the big names with faces in the shadows of the curtain, crossed on their chests.

In the Alps, after an earth-shattering bang, the dust from the explosion caused the animals in their habitat to flee wildly, and a Humvee flew out of the smoke and dust and ran wild across the wilderness.

"Kingship is not eternal, and it is an eternal truth that a group of life cannot always be at the top of the ecological niche, just as dynasties have changed in the short history of mankind. Looking at the ferryboat in the distance, the man's strong body was held to the limit, and in the chase battle, under the suicide impact of the killers' car, the outer plate of the car body has been twisted and deformed, and he tried his best to protect his sleeping daughter in the violent impact, and he knew that his organs had been seriously damaged. In the hidden corner, the bloody Sylvia gasped softly, the exquisite knight's sword in her hand had been broken, Jiang Muqing took off her blood-stained windbreaker and tried to hold her in his arms, but the loss of physical strength no longer allowed him to do so, so he simply lay down.

"My daughter has already boarded a boat with Aunt Tuya, and in 20 days they will be able to reach Gangneung Province," which is his hometown city, located on the banks of the Mother River, which connects to the mouth of the sea. Sylvia struggled to pull out a reassuring smile, and moved her body with difficulty, the body temperature of the two people was slowly peeled off with the flow of blood, and after returning to the light, they leaned together, just like the moonlit night five years ago.

"In the past, I went back, and the willows were still there. Now I think about it, the rain and snow are falling. Jiang Muqing gently stroked Sylvia's long hair and hummed a ballad he had translated into French. In the eyes, it is the hometown that flashes through the horses, and the bits and pieces of her in her arms.

It is difficult for the old man to return, but now he can slowly return with his wife.

On the ferry to China, an old woman was praying sincerely, and a baby was lying in the cradle beside her, with a handkerchief and a pendant tied to it, and her name was written in Juan Xiu French and chic Chinese characters, Jiang Yinwei. The baby was awakened by the sorrow that surged in his sleep, tears silently slid down his cheeks, and under the crystal tears, the same as the cold-blooded animal, the vertical pupils in the dim cabin, exuding a faint golden light.