I was standing alone at the counter of Santa's room, looking silently at the man named "Marianne Santa." Lovely girl.

Every five minutes and twelve seconds, the diligent bakery girl would remove a tray of bread from the container that had been on the table for the most time, then turn on the oven behind her, take out a plate of freshly baked bread, and put it back in the empty space of the container. Every time she opened the oven door, a few flickering sparks would emerge from the front of her, flying and swirling between the ends of her flaxen hair, and the flames in the oven reflected her eyes as warm as the sun and as clear and bright as the moon.

After the bread was rearranged, she would stand aside, take a closer look at the neat and bright containers, and then smile and nod her head, as if she was very pleased with the results of her work.

The rest of the time, she would lie on the counter, her hands on her cheeks, and look out the window at the sky, with a happy smile on her face. If it were noon, the clear sunlight would have shone through the transparent window, quietly sprinkled on the girl's sweet smile, like spring light, and it would have opened a wild daisy in the corner of the wall So the house was full of brightness, and even the hearts of the onlookers standing by were reflected in their hearts."

Just after I had finished buying snacks for the elf boy Ligsis, Marianne came out and kept me. I still remember that her pretty face was red, her eyes were lowered and she was too shy to look at me, and then she grabbed the apron on her chest with one hand, and rubbed it back and forth crampedly.

"Sir," her voice was low and soft, but as crisp as a green apple, I have a thing I would like to ask for your help. You know, little Rigsis lost my pastry basket, which was not a big deal, but," she bit her lip and glanced up at me timidly, but I tied a handkerchief to the basket. That handkerchief is important to me, and I would like to ask you to "can you help me get it back?"

"You must be a great adventurer by looking at your attire, and it would be an insult to you to ask you to do such a trivial thing. But that handkerchief is really important to me, and I will pay you seventy-five silver coins for it, and you can choose one of the blue poison bread and the vanilla bread as your extra

I accepted the assignment.

I never knew it would be so proud and so joyful to be able to do something even small for someone. She shouldn't have thanked me at all, on the contrary, I simply didn't know how to thank her, for giving me such a precious opportunity to serve her with my modest bravery.

A strange joy hit my heart, and I couldn't help but want to run wild, want to scream, as if I didn't vent like this, my whole body would explode with happiness. My heart was filled with a passion that made me feel like I had never been more motivated than I was at this moment.

If I have any regrets, it's that it's a little too easy. How can just snatching her handkerchief from the mouth of a vicious dog show her value in my eyes? I hope to challenge an evil dragon for her, and deliver to her the infinite riches it has buried in the ground; I hope to conquer a castle for her, and then engrave her name on the walls in the most beautiful font; I am even willing to challenge the majesty of the last king Darendier single-handedly, defeat this tyrannical monarch, and give her a peaceful and peaceful world.

Yes, I think I fell under an inextricable spell that made me willing to give everything I had: wealth, courage, strength, honor, and even my life in exchange for her fleeting but precious smile. And I believe that the more I sacrifice for her, the happier I will feel.

It didn't take me much to kill the vicious dog, and I regret the effortless process. By the time I found it, it had torn the entire bassinet to shreds. Luckily, I found the handkerchief on a fragment of a basket handle.

It was an apricot-yellow silk handkerchief with the letters "" embroidered on it with red silk thread, and a warm heart pattern embroidered on the back of the letters, which looked like it was someone's initials, but it was clearly not Marianne Santa's.

Whoever this man is, I envy him. I was jealous of him, and I cursed him and blessed him. His name has been held in the palm of his hand for so long by a pair of gentle little hands, rubbed and cared for, I hope he is worthy of this happy glory, and I hope he can give the girl enough in return.

, Wanbi North

Instead of casually stuffing this handkerchief into my magic backpack as I used to, I held it tightly in my palm the whole time, and the soft touch reminded me of its owner's warm and dexterous little hands. And just like that, I took it back to Marianne's bakery.

However, just as I was about to return the handkerchief to the lovely girl, I hesitated.

You know, whenever somebody comes to this bakery, Marianne will probably only say three words to him. When you walk in the door, she will look at you with a smile on her face and say to you, "Welcome, do you need anything?" If you do buy a few pastries from her, she will sincerely say to you, "Thank you for your patronage." In most cases, the people who come to the bakery will leave empty-handed, and the gentle girl will greet him earnestly: "I hope you will come back next time."

And only when she saw me would she eagerly ask me, "Sir, have you found my handkerchief?" And whenever I answered in the negative, she would always sigh in disappointment and whisper to me, "I hope you can find it soon, it's important to me." ”

Yes, these words are only uttered when she is in front of me, and it makes me feel that I am a special being for this lovely girl, and that being treated like no other by her gives me incredible satisfaction and joy when I think about it and feel it.

I had a hunch that when I returned the handkerchief to the girl's hand and ended this trust between me and her, this would be the... Pin Jie Shu is no longer the adventurous province she has placed her hopes and hopes in, and she is the object of her inquiries and pleas. From now on, I will receive her eternal welcome and farewell, just like the countless others who have entered this bakery.

I will no longer be special for her.

How can I accept all this? How could I sever this only bond between me and her, and become one of the many strangers in her life?

I wish everything that was happening right now would remain like this forever, and make me the only exception in her eyes. Even if I could not keep my name in her heart and in her hand like the jealous lucky one, at least I would be mentioned again and again by that beautiful girl, and I would have received two greetings that no one else would ever get.

I must be crazy, what a selfish and greedy extravagance, and how humble a consolation. I don't know if this crazy thought was the only straw that saved my soul or if it was a sinful black hand that pushed my humanity into the abyss of depravity.

At that time, I just stood in front of her like this, holding the handkerchief tightly in my hand, struggling and resisting inwardly, and hesitated for a long time, silent for a long time.

Eventually, I put the handkerchief back in Marianne's hand: I could not resist her two clear expectant glances, much less to disappoint her for my selfish desires. I regretted it the moment the handkerchief left my hand In fact, I knew I would regret it before I made up my mind, because I knew that whatever it was, it would be a decision that I would regret forever.

After retrieving the handkerchief, Marianne pressed it tightly to her chest with both hands and thanked me repeatedly, her face full of happy smiles. I believe it was the most beautiful smile I've ever seen, but sadly, I can't recall what she looked like at the time. In retrospect, her smile shone like the sun. At that moment, I suddenly felt that being able to make her smile so beautiful even for a moment was worth it, no matter how much I paid for it and how much I regretted it.

I thought that this was the end of it, and after a grateful goodbye, I would walk out the door, never to look back, to be one of the many strangers in her life, and to disappear without a trace. I wonder if she will remember me when her warm little hands touch that handkerchief again, and how much more will she remember me? But I know that I will not forget her, I cannot forget,

Yes, if it all ends like this, I'll leave with a sour and sweet memory, and it might be a good ending for me.

You know, sometimes a vague and bland thought is far more than a clear and sharp disappointment.

However, people in the middle of it often can't help but look for the latter, which is why there are always more disappointments than happiness in this world.

Like so many of these fragile and stupid people who have been stabbed by the cruel reality When Marianne Santa stopped me again, I made a bad decision and I stayed.

, Wang Fabi North

"Sir," she said, holding the apricot handkerchief tightly in her palm, and looking at me earnestly and a little shyly, "thank you for finding this handkerchief, I don't know what to do without you." Please accept this modest reward, even though it is nowhere near as good as your kindness to me. ”

As she spoke, she placed seventy-five silver coins in my hand, and with them a blueberry bread and a vanilla bread awaited my choice.

I chose vanilla bread, because the soft, sweet flavor is always reminiscent of the hands that used to make it.

"In addition," she bit her lip gently, lowered her head as if she didn't dare to respect me, and her cheeks seemed to reflect the fire, blooming with a delicate red, "If it's convenient for you, can you do me another favor?" Here, and a handkerchief," she said, pulling out a pink silk handkerchief from the small handbag beside her, and rubbing it in her hand nervously. Similar to the original handkerchief, I also saw two lovely letters embroidered with gold wire in the corner of this handkerchief:. ”

"Can you give it to someone for me? Make sure you hand it over to that person and say, "Can you keep my password?" Oh, I don't know if it's right for you to help me with this, but you're the only person I know who can help me. I can't tell you who I'm going to give this handkerchief to unless you promise like me. I swear I won't reveal a word until I get your assurance,"

I thought I would be jealous, but I didn't, and the One happened so naturally, as if it should have been.

In fact, when I saw it on that handkerchief". When I had these two letters, I had already expected the existence of such a person, but I had been putting up with it and not thinking about it, just because I didn't know it. Until then, I have always had a fluke in my heart, hoping that the fog that obscures the truth will never dissipate before my eyes.

We all know the laws of the world, don't we: everything you don't see, you don't hear, everything you haven't touched is not a fact, it hasn't happened, no matter how likely it is.

If this is true, I hope it never happens. But when it does happen, who am I to be jealous?

All I have is bitterness.

I accepted the assignment and solemnly promised Marianne that I would personally deliver the handkerchief to whoever she wished to give it to and never mention it to the second person I must be insane, how could I really accept this task? Even if any one of these realms could easily accomplish it, that person would not be me. It's an impossible task, and I'm afraid I'll die of heartbreak before I can complete it Yes, I will!

Yet I accepted it.

I could not refuse even the slightest request from the girl, I could not resist her earnest gaze, I could not resist the voice of the second murderer, and the most simple words that came out of her mouth seemed to be destined for an inextricable fate, and I had no other way but to accept it.

When I fulfilled Marianne's request, she said the man's name.

It was a name I was familiar with, and I had heard it mentioned hundreds of times a day, even though I had mentioned it countless times, and I thought it was just a symbol of the ordinary, a life that could not be more ordinary. What I never imagined in any way was that this mediocre name would one day become my nightmare, an abyss of my despair.

"Would you please deliver it to Jeffrey Skid, the gate guard?" Marianne whispered softly to me.

The sky was clear, and it was dark in front of my eyes!

Why him?

Or: Why me?

Whoever Marianne was going to give this handkerchief to, it could no longer bring deeper despair in my heart.

Because that's who I should have been, and who I wasn't.

"Yes, I should have known, where is there a second damn in this small town in the middle of nowhere, besides the shell of his body that I once discarded?"

I feel a desperate pain in my heart, and I don't expect you to understand it. I have taken away my happiness with my own hands, and I can't blame anyone for all this, not even make me regret it or blame myself. I was angry, but I didn't know who to hate. I was wronged, but I didn't know how to confide in. I had no way to vent my anguish but to let it crush on my heart, fill my chest, and turn every inch of my breath into a murderous blade into my soul.

I began to understand why I was so obsessed with Marianne the first time I saw it. Originally, I thought this was the legendary "love at first sight", but now I don't think that's the case. I didn't just sprout such a strong love, the flame was already hidden in my heart, never extinguished, but it only became blazing again the moment I first saw her.

I can't remember how I left the bakery, and that afternoon, on the busy roads of Campunavia, I was just a lost passerby. For a moment, I really wanted to find a familiar friend and confide in him the sorrow in my heart, but at the same time, I didn't want to see anyone, I didn't want to say a word to anyone.

How do I tell them?

I fell in love with a girl who was my own, and I lost her before I fell in love with her. This story only sounds funny, so how can it be sad?

However, in my opinion, there is probably no greater tragedy than this.

At the gates, I was once again confronting that man, the man named "Jeffrey Fritzkid", and at the same time, I was confronting the life that I had abandoned. When I faced him before, I had feelings and stunned, but I was more happy. I am glad that I have got rid of this endless and repetitive life, found an independent and free soul, and found a life that I can master and open up on my own.

But should I be glad today?

If I hadn't woken up and left at that time, what a luxurious happiness it would have been to stand here now, waiting for a kind person to deliver this gift of love to my arms.

Looking at the face in front of me, which was no different from mine, I suddenly felt a wave of fear. I thought I had gotten rid of him forever, out of this life of the gate guards, and from then on I was me, and he was him, and we were two lives that would never overlap again, and so we had different trajectories.

But did I really get rid of him?

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Because of his existence, I have lost Marianne forever. I don't know if I've lost anything else in my life journey and what I'll lose in my future life. When I left here and became the person I am now, I was already free. I have always thought that I was an unfettered life that escaped from the all-pervading divine rule of the Most High God, and I was proud of it.

What I didn't know was that while I was getting carried away about it, the omnipresent eyes of the Most High God were already staring at me mockingly, for my so-called "freedom" had become a curse that I could not get rid of in my life under the control of His divine rules. I never know, where, or when, this shadow that I once got rid of will reappear in front of me, cutting off my journey in such a way that my life is shattered and bruised, and I simply cannot resist.

All of this was predestined when I first took the first step to leave.

When I delivered the handkerchief to this one Jeffrey Skid, he excitedly took my hand and said to me in a loud voice: "Thank you, sir, I have been waiting for it to come." ”

The young man's enthusiastic and well-behaved expression made me feel a sour feeling in my heart, and then I was in a trance, as if I saw a hint of meaningful treachery in his smile:

What exactly had he been waiting for? Just this handkerchief? Or is it all of this?

Xiao Xianzi's life has finally entered a new stage, and it is noon on the 8th of the old year. Points. The crystallization of the love between Xiao Xianzi and his wife, Xiao Xiaoxian, was born. In recent months, Xiao Xianzi and I, at the initiative of my wife, have done a lot of work for the birth of Xiao Xiaoxian, which has made the already very fast codeword work become "really ashamed to say." In fact, even today's update is outside the scope of the work and rest time stipulated by my wife. There's really no way that Xiao Xianzi is a person who can only code words in the dead of night.

With the birth of Xiao Xianzi, the code word time will become more and more unstable in the future, and Xiao Xianzi has begun to consider greatly deleting the additional plot of "Solo Travel" and entering the main line as soon as possible to complete this program. This will still be a very difficult task for Xiao Xianzi now, and I hope that all readers can encourage me to walk with me to the end of the journey of "Solo Travel".

It's just a thanks,"