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Chapter 1: The Virgin's Chapter

Chapter 2: The Scythe and the Ears of Wheat

Verse 6: Determination, The Song of Boyren (Part I)

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August 31, 2036, in the evening, the port of Dortmund, in the eastern part of the Ruhr region of North Rhine-Westfalen, Federal Republic of Germany.

It is Germany's most populous and economically developed federal state, with its capital in Düsseldorf. Compared with a hundred years ago, the cityscape of Dortmund, a heavy industrial city, has undergone drastic changes, however, the autumn rain or the unexpected arrival of the autumn rain still makes Higdelifa, who visits again after more than a century away, feel familiar but unhappy gray and oppressive.

Walking in the bleak autumn drizzle, loneliness is the coldness of the fingertips and the pain in the bottom of the heart.

As the prelude "Fate, the Goddess of the World" sings: I lament the wounds of fate, with my eyes full of tears; The gift that fate gave me, she stubbornly took away again.

In the rain and fog that spread throughout the city, Klein Mireia[1] walked with her five-year-old daughter in her arms down the street leading to the Dortmund concert hall in the Karlstedt mall. She leaned forward to protect her child from the rain, and her long orange hair was already wet under the rain. Pedestrians hurried by, and the little girl with a bow tied into a red band on her back snuggled tightly into her arms.

"Mom, let's go home."

For as long as the little girl can remember, her mother would take her home back and forth to the city every two or three months, but almost every time she returned to Aachen with a sob, just like today's weather. She didn't understand why her mother was sad, she only knew that she was different from the children around her, there was no father by her side, only a photo of him and her mother at home, but in that photo, there was no herself. Mom said that Dad is very busy with work and can't come home often, so you have to grow up happy like other children, so that Dad can be happy when he sees you. However, other children have two gifts for their birthdays, but they only have their mother, and every time their mother buys them a gift, they don't like to eat......

"Branagh, good, hold on a little longer, it'll be there soon." Colein Mireya wrapped her coat around her daughter, and wanted to buy an umbrella or a small raincoat, but the money left over after buying new clothes for the child could save a little money except to pay for the return fare, I am afraid that it will not even be enough for two people to eat at night...... It's a little bit. Branagh nodded sensibly, the kiss on his cheek from his mother as warm as usual.

At this time, in the gloomy sky, a few traces of red faintly appeared.

Is it lightning?

There was no thunder that was a step too late, and the droplets of water that had not left the clouds stopped falling. With the large-scale spatial push triggered by "Danny Bulow", all the physical matter above the city was immediately swept away, and the sunset quickly replaced the dispelled haze to take the sky. The bright orange hair of Colein Mireya is also rejuvenated in the setting sun.

There was no time to thank God for the timely favor, and when the rain stopped, Coleinmirea picked up her daughter again and rushed straight to her destination. But when I arrived at the Dortmund concert hall, I couldn't see the crowds in front of the door, and there were no shelves or decorations around to show that the stage work "Carmina Burana" that I was looking forward to will be performed tonight.

"Bran Poetry? I'm sorry, ma'am. You may not have seen the latest announcement, but due to special reasons, this performance has been postponed to the same time slot tomorrow night, which is very regrettable. At that time, the Wittfaren Symphony Hall is waiting for you to come again. The staff's explanation made Celeinmilia's heart sink: this time tomorrow...... So what to do tonight? I can't afford to stay overnight, even in the most modest of hotels.

After trying to respond with a smile and thank the staff, Colein Mireya took Branagh's little hand and walked out of the hall door in a distracted manner, looking at the male and female passers-by on the street, unspeakable loneliness and helplessness instantly welled up in her heart, and she didn't know where to go. If it's just by yourself, it doesn't matter if you sleep in the open, but your daughter is still young, and the "green city" after the rain is so cold, how can you bear to let her suffer with you......

"We ...... Go home. ”

Tears dripped onto the delicate coated paper in her hand, and then slid down, and Celein Mireya finally gave up. In order to snap up this ticket worth nearly 600 euros, he sold the last batch of jewelry at home at a low price, but he didn't expect that in the end, he couldn't even afford the travel expenses of dozens of euros. Could it be that everything is providential and predestined?

"Mom, you want to listen to music, Branagh will wait with you." Her daughter's immature but firm words stung the softest place in Coleinmilia's heart, and she could no longer hold back the tears that came out of her eyes, and squatted down to hug Brana and cried: "I'm sorry, Brana, Mom didn't listen to music for herself. Dortmund is your father's hometown, tomorrow is about to perform, it is your father's favorite poem in this life, I just want to have the opportunity to meet him here, I just want him to hug you with his own hands, let you know that you are like other children, there are parents who love you......"

"Sometimes, you and I always lament the injustice of fate, but how do we know in advance that fate has arranged it this way, in fact, we have achieved as much mercy and mercy as possible."

The swaying skirt under the white cloak appeared with the ethereal voice of the owner. The phantom of the Holy Costume with a little red light on Sigedlifa's forehead seemed to be a god in the eyes of Coleinmilia, and the two 500 euro bills in her hand were the most vulgar things in the world, but they were also the only glimmer of hope she could see at this moment.

"I don't know you and can't accept your gift, but my daughter and I are very grateful for your kindness." There was no hypocrisy in Kleinmilia's words, and Sigdelifa could feel it, but the more it did, the more it proved that her unplanned behavior as an observer was correct: "Even if you don't have this money, you are destined to stay in this city today, and I only want you to ...... Be able to live a little better. Seeing that Colein Mireya still hadn't taken the banknote, Sigdelifa put the money directly into the small pocket in front of Brana's belly, and the red ribbon bow on the back of the little girl made the Valkyrie feel even more cordial: "For the sake of your daughter, you need to wait." Believe me, tomorrow you will see him - Carl Orff [2]. ”

"You know my husband?!" When Coleinmilia heard the name that had been in her mind for a long time, she couldn't help but get up and hold Sigdelifa's hand tightly, as if grasping the last straw, "He's still alive, is he really alive?!" ”

"You just need to remember that in the future, what you see is not necessarily the truth, and what you envision is not necessarily the truth, but the belief that has accompanied you for five years will not deceive you." With that, Higdalifa suddenly disappeared with the spatial transfer function turned on, as if it had never appeared. Celeinmiria's hands were empty, and she was surprised to think that she was missing her husband too much and hallucinating, but when Branah handed over the money in his pocket, he realized that everything had really happened.

"Are you the goddess who has come to guide me to the lost, and how can my daughter Branagh and I repay you?!" Ignoring the puzzled gazes of passers-by, Cleinmirea shouted into the open and open with her true feelings. Under the visual barrier of a small space, ordinary people cannot see the existence and departure of the white-clothed martial god at all. It turned out that her real name was Branagh...... Sigdelifa stood incognito on the roof of the concert hall building, and when she heard the loud call of Coleinmilea, she only replied in her heart: Your daughter has already repaid me a hundredfold......

After dining at the Italian restaurant near the town hall, two German men in black suits accompanied a middle-aged man and a young woman next to him to the Trapp Hotel in the University of Dortmund Science Park. One of the men in black handed over two of the four room cards from the front desk to the middle-aged man, behaving respectfully, but in exchange for the dissatisfaction in the young woman's eyes, he turned around and pulled the middle-aged man aside: "Dr. Orff, I have already booked a luxurious retro suite for you at the Château Hugenput, although it is some distance from Dortmund, but it is only an hour's drive to enjoy a night there and come back the next day, why live in such a low-star hotel?" ”

"How many times have I told you, Martha[3]." Orff brushed aside the other party's ice muscle jade hand that was gently wrapped around his arm, and sorted out his clothes on the spot for a while, he seemed a little impatient between the words, but his face and posture still maintained his usual gentlemanly demeanor, "As my colleague and assistant, you are only responsible for handling work matters, as for my private life, please don't interfere with it." Also, the 'Tryp' hotel has a special commemorative meaning for me, and I come here every time I come back to Dortmund for a short stay, so don't let me hear anything from you that disparages it, you know? ”

"I just want you to live comfortably, you don't appreciate it, you don't need to say that about me." After Martha's coquettishness, she made a look of grievance with obvious entrainment. Orff didn't have the extra energy to coax her, he just wanted to go back to the room and clean up quickly, if the two "followers" with great backgrounds did not object, he still wanted to go to the University of Dortmund Science and Technology Park alone while it was still dark.

Seeing Orff walking towards the elevator by himself, Martha, who was dressed in fragrant sideburns, only thought that he was tired, and after recovering his usual rebelliousness that matched the makeup of the noble lady, he dangled his credit card between his fingers in front of the two men in black and said, "I heard that there is a solarium at the nearby 'Orange Fitness Club', you go and book me two places." Also, I don't want anyone else in there to disturb me and Dr. Orff. ”

Looking at the woman in front of her who was still a head shorter than herself in high heels, I really don't know where her arrogance comes from, is it because she is dressed like a peacock because of the beads on her body? Dressed so explicitly in this weather, and not afraid of burning his brain by catching a cold, the man in black sneered and replied without any politeness: "We, St. GSG, are ordered to protect Dr. Orff, not including his assistants, nor your servants. If you insist on leaving the hotel, we won't stop you, but Dr. Orff's itinerary doesn't include sunbathing. ”

“…… You! Martha didn't believe that there was any other man besides Orff who would dare to take such an attitude towards her. However, after the man in black left in the elevator, his companion came over and apologized: "Gross[4] is an old-fashioned person, and he does this to everyone, don't mind. The other party bowed his head and said in a sincere tone, but his gaze stayed on his towering twin peaks and was unwilling to take it off. It turns out that saints GSG are not all saints...... Martha deliberately straightened her chest in order to make her seductive curves appear more charming: "What's your name?" ”

“Noah.”

Noah? Giggles, just such a little concentration, it really insults the names of the characters in the Bible. Martha couldn't help laughing, holding the other man's jaw with her hand, while her thumb wantonly teased the man's strong lips: "Wait for me at the 'Orange Fitness Club' at night, I need it too...... Someone is protected. ”

Orff came to his room, and Gross lived opposite. After hanging up the "Do Not Disturb" sign, Orff closed the door, regardless of whether the suit was wrinkled or not, just lay on the bed, looked at the satellite TV with a black screen, loosened his tie, and released the long-standing melancholy in his chest: perhaps, for a long time in the future, it will be difficult for him to set foot in Dortmund, and if the plan goes well, it is possible that he will not come back in the future. I don't know how she is now, after giving up her only career, can she still get by...... In order to create an ideal new world, I turned my back on the world I was in, and I also turned my back on the home I was about to build. We smiled and said goodbye, but we both knew that that the moment of separation was a farewell for us as a group.

Tuk Tuk ......

A knock called Orff, who was almost asleep. Alas...... It must have been Martha, who had a lot of energy at night, and never seemed to care if others needed to rest, but only whether her own interests were satisfied. Orff reluctantly opened the door, but there was no one in front of him.

"Uncle." The voice sounded from underneath, and it turned out to be a little girl with her blonde hair tied into an exaggerated five-pointed star, a beige tutu dress showing princess-like gorgeousness, and a beautiful red bow on the back. Such a special hairstyle really amazed Orff, and it took a lot of time just to comb the ten long braids that were the basis for shaping, which was enough to show the meticulous care of his parents. The little girl looked no more than five or six years old, and she was unusually cute, but she was not much taller than an adult's waist.

Orff squatted down, stared at the little girl's big smart eyes face to face, and asked her with a smile, "What's the matter, what about your mom and dad?" The little girl did not answer her uncle's question, but only said what she thought: "Why is there no such thing in my room with my mother?" Following the little girl's chubby little hand, Orff saw the "Do Not Disturb" sign, and it turned out that this was what she cared about. "There should be some, but it just didn't hang out." Orff said that it could prevent others from knocking on the door and disturbing the guests inside, and the little girl scratched her face after hearing it, and she didn't understand: "Then you hang out, didn't I knock on the door too?" ”

"Haha......" Orff has overcome countless problems in his field, and there is nothing that cannot be answered, and even if there is, it is nothing more than need more time to study. But now, the little girl's simple and direct question of innocence makes her feel a little unsolvable.

We can only try to make rules, but we can't stop the predetermined accidents. Orff wanted to respond in this way, but he knew that the little girl could not understand, so he could only answer in words that she could accept: "Because you are a beautiful little angel, the door of mortals, cannot stop angels." ”

"Angels?" Martha's voice rang out from the side, and suddenly, the inexplicable warmth was destroyed, "Then our esteemed Dr. Orff, will your mortal door be open for me, the demon?" Orff looked up and saw Martha change into a flesh-colored sundress, with the almost completely transparent material in the elbow wall and nothing at all, and the little girl next to her blushed.

"Little sister, go back to the room quickly, and when you have time in the future, your uncle will play with you again."

Orff's gaze deliberately avoided Martha, who was angry, and only fell on the little girl who was walking with her hands covered her eyes, for fear that she would accidentally fall crookedly. After the little girl left, Orff closed the door without saying a word, and only the "Do Not Disturb" sign remained, which continued to shake in Martha's eyes, as if she was constantly laughing at herself......

At this time, Colein Mireia is immersed in the memories of the past, and she is grateful to the goddess for the gift of giving her the opportunity to stay at the Trapp Hotel again, where she and her husband spend the night together after their first official date. I remember that spring, the Spanish dishes on the restaurant's outdoor terrace and the bright stars in the night sky like plum blossoms are still reflected in the love lock on the Hohenzollern Bridge in Cologne...... When she came back to her senses, Colein Mireya suddenly found that Branah was not in the room, and when she was about to go out to look for her, her daughter had already returned with a crying voice.

"Mom, a demon who has no money to buy clothes has robbed me of my bow!"

Demon? Colein Mireya didn't know where Branagh learned this word, watching the five-star braids that she had worked so hard to weave being torn apart, she only blamed herself for not taking good care of her daughter, and she didn't even know that she went out alone: "Mom will buy you a red ribbon to make a bow tomorrow, okay?" Branagh shook his head vigorously, and was about to cry: "I don't want anything else, I want that red ribbon with five golden stars!" Seeing this, Colein Mireya hurriedly picked up her daughter, and said that it was already late, and that she would go to the person who took the bow early the next morning, and she would definitely give you back, and finally calmed Brana for the time being......

Two hours later, Martha kissed Noah goodbye and returned to her room, and at this moment, she didn't notice that the five-star red ribbon that had been placed on the table had long since disappeared. If it weren't for the fact that she couldn't get to any of the millennium-old dominoes, Higdelifa would have wanted to send her out of this world right now.

How dare you touch the bonds that belong to God with those filthy hands? You are not a demon, but on the day you are abandoned by the real devil, before the end of your humble life......

This seat will surely be given to the blasphemer......

The harshest punishment more cruel than death......

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[1] Köleinmilea

[2] Carl Orff

[3] Martha

[4] Gross-Groß