"Which Count Paganey?" Agnes asked casually, and didn't laugh until she saw Milo's somewhat confused eyes.

Milo looked at Agnes, who had a serious face, and nodded thoughtfully.

"I see, Madame Poyesia doesn't know Count Pagni." He nodded, and asked, "What about Sister Pagni?" ”

"Sister Pagani has sworn to serve the Mother Goddess." Agnes shook her head and said.

"You don't seem to have any plans to go back to your former life." Milo said with great certainty.

"Not really." Agnes looked at the stall selling Dixie's pies, some gray hair peeking out from under the dark purple turban wrapped in the proprietress and the rich smell of flesh was so evident in her somewhat overly sharp nose that she said, "I don't want to talk about this, there are some things I haven't figured out yet." ”

"When I get old and think about something I don't understand, I will always be blocked by the wall at the end, but when I turn my head, maybe the street is behind me." Agnes hooked the corners of her mouth and blinked, "Even if you wait a little longer, you may find that the wall in front of you is not high, and it is not impossible to turn over it directly; Or not afraid of trouble, it is not impossible to directly tear down the wall. ”

Milo nodded thoughtfully.

"Something to eat?" Agnes asked.

Mi Luo nodded subconsciously again.

Agnes let go of her hand and bought two Dixie pies from the stall over there, and the proprietress smiled lovingly at Agnes, and took two steaming ones and handed them to Agnes.

"Yours." Agnes handed one to Milo.

"I remember Dixie's pie going with sweet iced tea...... she looked around the shops, trying to find a place where she could buy sweet iced tea.

Mi Luo shook her head, grabbed the paper bag and gnawed on it.

"You seem to like it." "I remember that at Mrs. Wellington's dining's table you had at the table," he said with some slurred words. ”

"I thought it was the default combination," Agnes' eyes widened in surprise, "didn't it?" ”

"There's no problem," said Milo, barely looking up, "as long as you feel like it's to your taste, you can eat whatever you want." ”

Agnes felt the warmth coming through the paper bag with both hands, and sat down on the edge of the flower bed with a smile.

"Indeed, as long as it suits the taste, you can match it however you want." Agnes tugged down at the wrapped paper bag, "So, if I think it's good to eat it alone, I can enjoy it on its own." ”

The strong smell of meat mixed with spices bloomed in her mouth, mixed with the sweet and sour taste of small pieces of chopped apples, and her eyes looked at the proprietress who was still hawking on the street, and the golden afterglow reflected on her side, and she looked up and smiled at Agnes.

"Lord Rossi is right," said Agnes, who paused suddenly, "...... Mother was right. ”

She should really let go of the things that have been holding her back inside, and she should ...... Down...... Instead of climbing upwards.

......

"November 19th,"

"Change may be a long-term process, but what I can feel is only for a moment."

"It is just a moment of change of day and night, the interspersing of work and rest, the combination of pleasure and trouble, in which all kinds of impressions, scenes, and images are piled up in a chaotic manner, and the chaotic memories of the past and the confused speculation about the future are rushing by, and the ins and outs of them are almost completely incomprehensible. Only a tiny part of it remains in my mind, and the essence of life and the meaning of life seem to be fully understood at that moment. ”

"It's not the outpouring of talent and power, it's not the taste of the so-called noble souls, these are too Liao Ruo Chenxing, though their tones and colors always arouse my passion; What I should be looking forward to is the most common, the total longing for happiness, from the small world of the individual to the wide world. ”

"If my destiny is not what I expected, then my emotions should not belong only to individuals, but to love for ordinary people, not to look down on myself as a god, but only to be moved by the existence of life."

"Those who may seem like a speck of dust, those who have no heavenly kingdom and no earthly help, those who have difficulty determining their final destination, rejoice in the small comforts of consolation, with little hope."

"I can't help but sigh: Oh my God, how wonderful this is!"

"I shouldn't have my eyes down and the dust under my feet. When I do this, their souls will also be so light that they will dissipate like a mote of dust. ”

"How these people have lived, loved, suffered, and rejoiced before, and they will do the same in the future, is a great thing, and it is always too one-sided to see only a part of this great thing, and a one-sided victory will always bring more evil than good."

Agnes stopped her pen for a long time.

"Do you really think about it so much?" The face on the glass lampshade looked at the paper on the side with a look that seemed to be eye-catching—perhaps just because the angle was so inconvenient.

"Maybe I didn't think about anything, and just wrote it out to fool around?" Agnes hooked the corners of her mouth.

"Miss Philosopher." Hui Zhen said with a hint of sarcasm.

......

The pianist felt that the night of the day was so long.

He stopped his hand jumping on the keys and felt his wrist burn.

He raised his hand and touched it with his lips, and realized that it was indeed hot, and a little hard.

It must have been swollen again, he thought, the most flexible and valuable thing in his body was actually swollen again at this time.

How long has he been playing? The pianist thought.

He dipped his entire hands into the icy water in front of him until he didn't reach his wrists, the tingling sensation gradually dulled and finally replaced by numbness.

The candle flame dazzled the light and flickered slightly, and the pianist pulled his hand out to dry the water, turned and walked into the hall.

The waiter's suit behind the bar raised an eyebrow at him, and he brought out two glasses of wine and placed them on the bar, and he saw the pure reflection of the candle flame on the surface of the light brown flowing liquid, just like her eyes.

Yes, like Sarah's eyes, thought the pianist, and he picked up the two glasses together, and threw his head up and drank them in one gulp.

"Hey, drink like this, be careful of getting drunk." The man in a waiter's suit behind the bar said to him.

The pianist just smiled, waved his hand at him, and pushed open the small door on one side and walked out.

The night on the horizon was like the finest sapphire, the cool night breeze blew through his somewhat hot face, and the figure of the gray blue cloak was reflected in his eyes, like a tree swallow, falling in front of him.