readx; Peter tightened his gown, rubbed his hands together and let out a hot breath, and when he felt that his body was not so cold, he took a step and walked out. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

It was dark outside, and the white waning moon hung in the air, sleepless and listless. The cold wind blew on Peter's exposed cheeks, and it hurt and hurt. He looked around, but it took a long time before he had to admit in his heart that he hadn't even seen a figure.

Peter looked back at the brightly lit auditorium behind a door, and it seemed that if he listened carefully, he could hear some noise.

He gritted his teeth, turned his head, and walked into the darkness. However, before he could take a few steps, he stopped again, thinking carefully in his mind about where Eva could go, first ruled out returning to the Redemption House, and then he thought back to Eva's performance in the auditorium, and slowly he turned around and walked to the back door.

Sure enough, he had just turned a corner and saw Eva sitting on the steps of the doorway. She held her cheek in one hand and swayed unconsciously in the other, not knowing what she was thinking. The whole person exudes an atmosphere that makes Peter feel strange and sad.

He quietly stopped, slowly shrunk behind the corner, and cautiously stretched out his head to look at the other party secretly.

Eva was so overwhelmed in her grief that she didn't notice that Peter was secretly watching her.

In this way, the two of them hid in a place where they thought others could not see, quietly thinking about their own thoughts.

Peter watched Eva silently until she shivered, probably from the cold, and then he stepped out from behind the corner. The sound of his footsteps rubbing against the ground suddenly woke up to Eva. Eva quickly reached out and wiped her eyes, then looked up to see Peter coming to her.

She smiled reluctantly and asked in a hoarse voice, "Why did you come out, it's so lively inside, why don't you stay for a while." ”

Peter pursed his lips and said nothing, he looked at the steps and sat down. For a while, no one spoke, and the atmosphere seemed quiet and harmonious. A smile slowly appeared on Eva's lips, and before she could say anything, she heard Peter's voice ring.

"Why are you hiding here by yourself, and I've been looking for a long time. ”

The sadness in Eva's eyes flashed, and she listened quietly to Peter's complaints, and her mood slowly improved. Peter didn't wait for Eva's answer, and couldn't help but feel very surprised. He turned his head and stared earnestly at Eva's not-so-beautiful face.

Eva was a little embarrassed by Peter, she secretly sighed in her heart and said to Peter in a sad tone: "Do you know Peter, I used to have a younger brother who was also named Peter. If nothing changes, then he should be about the same age as you are now. Eva said no more, just staring at Peter's face. Tears fell like broken threads.

Peter opened his mouth and closed it, and he was astonished. He remembered hearing about Eva's family in the tavern, and had never heard of another boy. He stammered words that even he didn't know if they were comforting.

Eva smiled miserably, and she turned her head to look at the steps below. After a long time, he sighed and continued, "You know Peter, if I said it wasn't for me. Then my brother should still live happily ever after. ”

Peter pursed his lips tightly, not knowing how to comfort Eva. He could only stay quietly by her side, at least for this time Peter thought that Eva needed an audience.

He shook Eva's hand gently, it was so cold. Eva didn't struggle, just calmly recounted the past. Peter gradually learned about their family's life. At that time, Eva and Zoya were about four or five years old, in Brussels, the capital of the Duchy of Delen, which has long since fallen. When the family had to flee the fighting, Eva's mother, Nina, picked up a baby boy, and the couple happily named the baby boy Peter.

Eva's hollow, remorseful voice kept ringing in Peter's ears. Peter didn't speak, he just listened quietly to the story about another Peter. Listen to Eva's family's escape.

As she spoke, Eva began to weep bitterly. There was a look of struggle, remorse, panic and hideousness on her face. Peter was taken aback by this expression, and he even thought that the person sitting next to him was not the Eva he was familiar with, but rather so strange and indifferent. It took him a few quick breaths to calm his frightened and beating heart.

The hesitation on Eva's face was palpable. Peter couldn't bear to let her be hurt by such painful memories again, so he said to Eva, "If it's too sad, then don't think about it anymore." ”

A wry smile crossed her face. Raising his head and looking at the dark sky, he sighed deeply for a while: "It's all my fault, Peter blames me." If it weren't for me, my brother, he would have grown up as happy as you. When she had finished speaking, she wept bitterly and threw her fists at Peter.

Peter didn't know if Eva's name was him or her brother, and he saw her so painful that he straightened up and let Eva vent motionlessly.

Eva let out a hoarse growl, and she felt like she was about to collapse. When she had recovered her breath and stopped her hands and sat down again, Peter noticed that her eyes were red and swollen, and her clothes were covered with tears. Eva didn't wipe her tears with her hands, because she couldn't cry anymore.

For a while, the atmosphere became depressing again. Peter twisted uneasily, and he thought about what he should say to comfort him.

At this time, Eva's desperate voice sounded in a low voice: "You know, it's this time of day. I lost my brother Peter. November 25, 428 A.D. When she said that she lost it, her expression was not very natural, and she seemed to be struggling. But Peter was stunned by what he had just heard, and for a moment did not notice the strangeness.

Eva seemed to speak more and more calmly and naturally, and then she spoke: "In a village near the port of Calais, my brother disappeared into the fire. She said it so naturally and plainly, but it made Peter feel a burst of creeping.

Peter licked his lips and was silent for a long time. He finally nodded vigorously as if to cheer himself on, and then said to Eva, "I'm sorry, I don't know......"

Before he could finish speaking, Eva interrupted him, saying, "Don't be sorry Peter. I'm sorry for ruining your birthday party. As he spoke, he cried again.

Peter shook his head, reached out and squeezed Eva's hand tightly, and smiled at her, "No, don't be sorry. From now on, you can treat me as your brother. Eva, I promise you that it's not your birthday. Birthdays are just like that, they are all for outsiders to see. I'm not celebrating my birthday anymore, so don't cry too, okay? ”