Yes, something has happened and I know exactly that, although I'm not sure what that feeling is until much later. I don't know how long it took me to realize that I was in a daze, and then I became cramped and lowered my head to avoid those beautiful eyes. My hands were like two extra bones, rubbing them in front of me over and over again, and I didn't know where to put them, and I was so annoyed that I just wanted to cut them off and throw them away. When I lowered my head and walked in, I accidentally touched the string of wind chimes again, causing a chaotic sound of tinkling mantis. The sudden sound startled me, and I raised my hand to hold it in a panic, and was relieved until the bell stopped completely. At this time, little Riges followed me into the door.

"Hey, isn't this Rigohis? Why did you come back so quickly? Seeing the elf boy who had gone and returned, the girl looked strange, but still asked kindly with a smile on her face.

"Sister Marianne, it's like this" Seeing this girl, the elf boy seemed to recall the fright and grievance he had just suffered, and a layer of water shone in his big eyes," I was holding the bread, and when I was about to get home, a big dog suddenly appeared on the side of the road, and the big and big guy tried to straighten his hands and gesture, trying to describe the physique of the beast to her, but the bad thing was that no matter how hard he tried, it was difficult for people to associate his description with an animal related to "ferocity".

"And then, the bee candy cake I had just bought was snatched away by the big dog, and, and," the child bowed his head, ashamed not to look at the girl, and the basket of pastries you gave me was also snatched away by it

"However, the kind gentleman said he could buy me some more, so I brought him here." Speaking of this, the child reached out and pointed at me. Following his finger, the girl looked at me again. Her gaze made me so flustered that I couldn't resist it in the slightest. I just hope that she will quickly look away from me and stop looking at me; But in the deepest and most secret place in my heart, I expect her to always look at me like this, never take her eyes off.

So the girl said to me with a look of understanding, "You are a good man, sir, and may the Most High God bless you," and she turned back lovingly, and said to the elven boy, "Riges, you ought to thank this gentleman well."

Did you hear that? She said I was a "nice person"! I've never been praised like this in my life! For a moment, I felt like my heart was like a bird with wings, fluttering out of my body. "You are such a good person, a good person, a good person" This simple but precious comment rings in my ears over and over again, making me feel a little hazy with happiness. In a trance, I felt as if they had said something to me again, and I had said something, and then took some change from my purse and handed it to the girl named Marianne. She seemed to put something in a bag, and then handed it into little Rigoce's hand, and then leaned over to tell him a few words. I don't remember what she said at all, only that her smile was so sweet and her tone was so gentle. After saying that, she even reached out and pinched the child's white and tender face, and I couldn't believe how jealous I was of that reckless and mischievous child at that moment.

As the boy walked out of the store, he told me that I could go to his house at any time and pick up the last few pages of the lost alchemy notes. Fortunately, my trance-like spirit finally did not miss this important sentence, otherwise the hard work of the past few days would have been in vain.

After watching the boy leave, my heart suddenly sank. I've completed my mission to help the lovely elf boy get a new meal for his brother who has returned away. Now, I don't seem to have any reason to stay in this shop anymore. You don't know how reluctant I was to leave in front of this lovely girl, and for a moment I wanted to be the counter in front of her, the cutting board at hand, or the bulky oven behind her, and just stay with her, quietly in this cabin, never to leave.

I walked to the door, my legs heavy and weak. I resisted the urge to look back at her more, fearing that if I did, I would lose the resolve to leave. Yes, I am so greedy at the moment, how can one glance be enough? I really want to keep my eyes on her, for ten years, twenty years, or even longer, until her figure is deeply engraved in my eyes, carved into my heart, and can never be erased.

Just as I was about to leave, the girl suddenly spoke again and spoke to me. It was as if the most merciful will of the gods was proclaimed from the mouth of the most holy and noble angel, and I, the shy and dull philistine, was redeemed in such holy voices.

She said:

"Xianniu, please wait a little longer

Reply to Bingtian Xue'er: Xiao Xianzi hasn't thought of the need to add a dragon set for the time being, if you need a drifting dragon set boron to appear later, I will already leave you a performance position in the front row of the stage. Of course, this kind of location is often the most high-risk place to attract rotten eggs and rotten tomatoes, and I hope you can be mentally prepared.

Another "bait: solemnly declare" I still have a very young child. These games are my forte. After I finished writing, I found out that the projects I was best at when I was in elementary school were not written, which is a pity.

Know. I have personally stopped the apothecary Kegna from sowing the destruction of the dead Lew, and I have had the privilege of saving the world from the brink of collapse. But seriously, compared to the work of coaxing children, the difficulty of saving the world is simply not worth mentioning. The delicate bodies of these lovely and terrible children seem to be filled with endless energy by the devil, and each of them is an evil genius of destruction before he is mischievous.

Sometimes I even think that if the end king Darendier and his evil minions had half the imagination and creativity of these little villains, they would have turned the continent of Farvi upside down long ago, thankfully, they are not aware of it yet.

In spite of all the hardships, in any case, with a perseverance that surprised even myself, Mr. Edgewell's lost alchemical notebook was finally being collected by me page by page. I had serious doubts that I would be able to collect the notebook from these little devils before the end of the world, but when I found out that the last part of the notebook was still complete, the world seemed to be functioning fairly well.

If nothing goes wrong, the last part of the note should be in the hands of an elven boy named Rigohis, who is the only child in the city that I haven't visited. This taciturn teenager lives in a wooden house in the north of the city, with an older brother on a long journey. Even though I had heard a long time ago that his brother was coming home, no one had seen him in such a long time.

This kid loves to play at the mouth of an alley, and he always jumps around with a smile on his face. When someone talks to him, he tells you that his brother is coming back, and at that time, Mom will go to Santa's Bakery to buy the bee candy cake, which is the best pastry in the world and his favorite thing.

Like my innate knowledge of the rest of the city, I had never met the elf boy once, but I knew all about it inexplicably.

However, when I found the child at the entrance of the alley, he did not run around as he usually did, but squatted in the corner of the alley with his head bowed and weeping. Every time he stretched out his little hand to wipe his tears, the dirt on his hand would cast a cute black impression on his face, making him look as cute as an abandoned kitten.

I walked straight up to him and opened my mouth awkwardly, not knowing what to say.

How are you going to let me open this mouth? Forcibly demanding something from a child who is crying sadly? Oh, the supreme god is above, and I am afraid that even the kings of the last days may not be able to harden this heart. And he is so weak and cute, the little guy is full of grievances and tears, looking at passers-by with tears in his eyes, so that I, a hard-hearted warrior, can't help but want to reach out and pinch his white and tender little face.

I crouched down in front of him, rubbed his head gently, and whispered, "What's wrong with the little one?" What makes you so sad? ”

If I hadn't heard it with my own ears, I'm afraid I would never have believed that I could make such a kind and kind voice.

Rigos looked at me, stretched out the index finger of his right hand to wipe the runny nose, and sobbed softly as he replied to me, "I, my brother has come home, and my mother told me to buy bee candy cake." But but, when he walked here, a big wild dog jumped out and snatched the basket away, and the bee candy cake was gone. Woo woo woo "

As he spoke, the two prunes of snot in his nose were still going in and out with his breathing, which made people really want to laugh. I finally resisted the thought of wiping his nose for him, and said to him softly, "Then don't cry." If you don't cry, then I'll buy you a new bee candy cake, would you like it? ”

The little one immediately stopped crying and looked at me with wide eyes and surprise: "Is this true, sir?" He exclaimed, "Will you help me?" ”

Looking at the little guy's overjoyed appearance, I smiled and nodded: "Really, I don't lie to you." ”

"But but, the little guy said hesitantly, Mom said, a good boy can't take other people's things for nothing."

"You won't take it for nothing," I replied, "have you ever taken some paper with writing in Mr. Edgwell's house?" I'm going to trade the bee candy cake for those papers, okay? ”

Well, okay Listening to my conditions, Riges did not hesitate at all, nodded vigorously, stretched out the little thumb of his right hand, and said solemnly: "We pull the hook, whoever repents is the puppy!" ”

This is the first time I've made a vow in such a lovely way. Although I had no intention of breaking the contract from the beginning, I still felt that this was probably the most solemn and serious vow of my life. I even felt that this was perhaps the holiest way of making vows in the world, and when I hooked my little finger with this child, there seemed to be a strange wave of warmth in my heart, and this wave even made me feel guilty that I should not make a condition to help this child.

Seriously, at this moment of hooking, I suddenly didn't care at all about the precious manuscript of alchemical notes.

From the bottom of my heart, I wanted to make this lovely child happy again and return to his old spirit.

Receiving my promise, Riges rejoiced. He stood up and led me forward in a bouncing manner, and if I didn't follow him closely, and was a little far away from him, he would turn back and wave at me, and shout to me, "Come quickly, sir, I don't want to keep my mother and brother in a hurry." I followed him like this, from one alley to another, again

Jiujie runs through another street, almost half of the city. End! Spent two on a secluded path.

The road lies on a hillside. From north to south, two rows of two- or three-story houses were built side by side, the houses were slightly old, and the red masonry that had been fired from the original was faintly exuding a dark blue luster, but bathed in bright sunlight, still glowing with a layer of bright but not dazzling colors.

Between the two doors of each house, against the wall, a small flower bed is separated by a white basket, in which various plants grow, and some delicate vines cling to the top of the fence. A few delicate buds poked out, dancing in the wind.

Some of the walls are covered with creepers growing out of the flower beds, and green leaves sway like waves on the walls. There was a soft rustling sound.

On the bronze plaque on the wall of the intersection, the words "Rose Street" are written in a simple and vibrant font. The bronze plaque was covered with green traces due to rust, and even the original handwriting was a little blurred, and almost all of it was hidden under the shadow of the tree. But that's exactly why. On the contrary, it makes people feel that such street signs are in harmony with the beauty of the years that flow quietly on this road, and there is no sense of obsolescence and simplicity.

Rigosis stood between a two-story hut on the street and looked at me with joy: "This is it." Mr. I like the bee candy cake made by Sister Marianne the most. ”

It's a small but lovely bakery, and the brass sign on its façade has accumulated a thin layer of dirt, but the words "Santa Bakery" are still legible. In the transparent window, there are many brightly colored, delicious and tempting pastries, and a layer of sweet aroma floats in the air, making it difficult to walk away from the door.

I gently pushed the door open, and when it opened, it collided with a wind chime hanging behind the door, making a pleasant "jingle" crunch.

A noise is heard. The fresh face of a smiling girl turned around at the counter, and she asked me in a voice as crisp as a wind chime, "Welcome, do you need anything?" ”

Then, I was stunned,

Do you know? In this vast world, in some known or unknown corner, there is such a person. Perhaps for all the other beings in this world, he

Or maybe she's all strange and irrelevant. It may be an ordinary passerby, a hurried passerby, or even a back, a sideways, a vague outline, or even a source of sound, without any meaning.

However, this person, who may not mean anything to everyone else, is the only special thing for you, and this special only works for you. The most wonderful thing is that you may have met and missed countless times, until that glimpse of the sky, you find him and her, and then, something that has never happened before, you will feel that a part of your soul has been lost, and you are not suffering because of this loss, but happy to do so. Your heart has become so empty that everything you have stored in it has become small; And at the same time it became so full, as if it would be shattered at any moment by adding a little deeper concern.

This glimpse came so suddenly and in a trance, you may have been preparing for it for twenty, thirty, or even longer, and yet when it actually comes, you will feel that it is all so unreal Did it really happen? You will ask yourself this question, but you will not be able to give yourself a definite answer in the first place. And when this trance-like and sudden, slightly sour sweetness floods your heart, you will finally understand: yes, it really happened!

Was the touch between this glimpse an accident? Meet the people you want to meet among thousands of people, in thousands of years. In the boundless wilderness of time, there is no one step earlier, and there is no one step later, just like that, just caught up?

Or is it a predestined necessity? Even if not here, but thousands of miles away; Even if not now, but thousands of years ago, billions of years from now; Even if you have changed your face, changed your face, changed your identity, and gone through countless reincarnations, however, you are still you, he and she are still him, the two souls of fate will eventually meet, the limitations of life will lose their effect here, and the boundaries of the world are meaningless here. Waiting for that special moment to come, until the earth is barren and the sea is dry?

I do not know. I don't know the answers to these questions, I don't know if it's a coincidence or fate, whether it's accident or providence, I don't know where the only special person who belongs to you is at this time, and I don't know when everything about you will start The only thing I know is: at this moment, at this moment that I can no longer remember clearly but will never forget, on this sunny afternoon in early summer, in this natural and quiet path, in front of the door of this humble hut, under the wind chimes that are still ringing, I met that special person who belonged only to me. There she was standing, dressed in the white apron of a bakery girl, with a brown ponytail pigtail, a few small freckles on her face, and a pair of bright and clear dark brown eyes looking at me kindly and kindly, like two windows to the bottom of my heart.

The girl's name was "Marianne?" Santa" is a very common name, there may be thousands of girls in the world called "Marianne", but I think she is the only one who is the most appropriate for this name.

At this time, the very ordinary but extremely beautiful name is like an incomparably delicate flower, blooming above the head of this lovely bakery girl, and I can't help but want to take a second look, but I wonder if my gaze will be too eager