Prometheus, the father of civilization who was bound in the valleys of the Caucasus, deceived his dying self just as Zeus at that time deceived me, pecked my body, devoured my blood, and attached a deep painful imprint to the life that could feel the warmth, and firmly engraved on my shameful soul.

At Mr. Liu's invitation, Si Qi and I decided to stay at Mrs. Shaya's estate. No matter how sincere the invitation is, if there is no expectation, it cannot achieve a tacit understanding that hits it off; The straightforward expression is nothing more than a curious button that has not yet been untied between each other.

"Young master, this is tea sent by Mrs. Shaya, which is of great benefit to concentrating your mind."

Si Qi held the beautifully made saucer, the fragrance of tea has overflowed the entire space, and the quiet taste is too luxurious for the teenager to be a chronic poison, paralyzing the nerves of pursuit, trying to enjoy a moment of happiness. Besides, the tea is bitter fresh water.

"No, it would be a great irony if such precious material were to be used on me as a desecration of the heavens. Doesn't the teacher like to slow down his pace? It's a gift from me to my teacher! ”

"Yes, young master, you are really generous!"

Si Qi slowly lifted the lid of the cup, smelled the fragrance and was full of intoxication, gently moistened the corners of his mouth, and the beating after the relaxed scale stayed, very light and cheerful. Cluttered fonts on notepad that have been affected.

"Young Master, are you reading Prometheus's righteous and awe-inspiring deliverance?"

"Well, being idle and bored, extracting from the bookshelf at will, even if it is a pastime for extra time, of course, is a longer wait than the fetters of the past. But I'm curious that the eagle really cleverly avoided the thirst for blood. Just like the pre-arrangement, the teacher must have a good exclusive understanding. ”

"Well, maybe it's a reflection that it's not thirsty!"

"The flower tea is confiscated, and it is forbidden to drink it again, and I don't think the teacher is thirsty."

"yes yes, yes, I'm just kidding. Since Zeus tolerated such a crime, as the medium of the gods, excessive accountability would mean the same crime; In addition, if you really peck at the blood vessels, the bursting blood will be more troublesome to clean up, and of course the next eating environment will be messed up by yourself. Naturally, perhaps out of sympathy for the weak, the necessary punishment was privately mitigated. ”

Every morning, smelling the seductive fragrance of the divine body, although it is already scarred, it stimulates a more intense catalyst. Is this a smell discrimination? Naturally not, it is a sneer at the passive and a more vivid imitation of reality. And the hope in the heart of the survivor is only because he cannot see the real death. As for the goshawk, it is nothing but an unfortunate deity in the abandoned mountains, and it only needs to find more unfortunate beings, and then torture, count, despise, and mock.

"I think it must be a turning point for civilization to look forward to, after all, the truth, goodness and beauty that live in the world will always lend a helping hand in a desperate situation and show their noble value."

"Yes, then Hercules, the illegitimate son of Zeus, shot the poor Condor, broke the chains with stones, and rescued the bound prophet."

"It's a barbaric feat, and without the blessing of Zeus, that's the real cause of the crisis. Besides, Hera, the queen of heaven, will have compassion for such a 'follower of the name', Hercules. ”

"Young master, it's really a different flavor if you say this!"

Savagery, the sequelae of living in the fundamental backbone of human beings, the early coexistence with wild creatures, was only distinguished by the wisdom and thought that was given. The real crisis is not that certain creatures have the ability to think and judge like humans, but that human beings, like some creatures, deal with problems without thinking, treat the problems they face in the most primitive way, and think like animals.

"Oh, the young master's story is so wonderful that I have overlooked a very important thing."

"Huh?"

"On the way here, I met Princess Shaya, who was wandering by the flower beds in the courtyard, as if looking for something, but refused my help."

So, picking up the coat that was spread on the bed, hurried to the door,

"Nibble, Siqi, I have something to go out, you slowly learn culture here, I'll go first"

"Yes, good luck, young master of road idiot! I hope you don't get too surprised! ”

Hurried conversations, flustered mentality, I think the books here should have been dabbled in, no, they have been memorized. What kind of surprise.

I feel like I'm running, I'm running, my heart is beating. In front of me, it is the road I walked, the garden, the memory is very vague, but the feet are very sure, like running along the track.

The moonlight, which was the same as that night, was very light but clear, less solemn and sacred than the royal palace, and more comfortable and natural. It's there!

White moonlight, pink hues. long skirts with wide sleeves, dragging long ripples in the grass; The bond tied around the waist is generous but dignified, restrained but unassuming; The short jet-black hair is topped by an unknown strip of emeralds embedded with magnificent emeralds; The dark eyes twinkle in search of the secrets buried in the flowers. This is, Yi?

"Yi?"

No matter how familiar the figure is, the extra outfit still makes me more rational, covering up the surging and collision in my heart, the so-called surprise.

"Bell?"

Looking back, it was a real angel, from Venus's own construction! Just like a beautiful flower, even at night, it blooms in a beating bright heart.

"Isn't it strange for me to look like this, Bell?"

"Uh, no, it's cute, it fits perfectly."

For some reason, subconsciously, turned around, dodging the shy face.

"My mother made me wear clothes from my father's hometown."

"Well, it's good-looking, Yi looks good. I heard Mr. Siqi say that Yi was looking for something, and wondered if he could help. ”

"I'm sorry, I left the carving you gave me here, it should be here."

"It's okay, I'll find it for you."

"Well, thank you."

Cheap wood products are such a value in the girl's heart, looking at the knife marks on her hands, she actually feels very happy, sure enough, a wonderful night.

Searching back to back, but I felt that it was getting closer and closer, and the air was compressing and rising. The wind stopped and blew very softly. What am I doing? Looking for a lost item, what is lost?

"Found it!"

I wanted to get candy like a child's expression of emotions, wooden carving, found.

Relieved, pressed on Yi's little hand, it was my left hand, and below it was the squinting and smiling puppet Bell, the craft that was not a craft.

Time stopped, without warning, and stopped. Air, what does it look like? The moon was obscured by white clouds, but without the help of the wind.

The warriors who exist in the mountains that maintain the rugged order, whether they hold the sword. If I don't have a sword in my hand, I can't protect you, and if I have a sword, I can't hug you. It was torture, not a choice. What kind of betrayal is the blade hanging over his head?

The watchdog of the royal family, who is it? It's me. Who am I? Bella Bell! This is my life, about my own life, I am not a reader, I am an author, the one who writes the ending with my own hands! I didn't want to be the main character of the story, because I was the only one!

"Bang!"

The barrier between air and time is shattered. In the garden, the firm Count, the shy princess with her head bowed, I, with all the glory of the Earl's Court.

Naturally holding on, the surprised countenance, the tight embrace, the slow obedience, the coat that fell, was blown away by the wind.

Well, this is the mission and ideal.

"I like you, Yi!"

"Well, me, too!"

Naturally let go, shy face, pick up the carving and run away, then, let me run too, chasing the coat, covering the residual warmth on my body, about that hug.

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