Plural Apostles

"Mother……?"

Siegfried Kaslana and Kiyana subconsciously looked at Kiyana Shaniat standing beside them.

"In terms of blood relationship, the person inside should be my mother?" Kiyana Shaniat looked at the tombstone, "I knew about this kind of thing a long time ago, but..."

"Don't force yourself." Siegfried Kaslana sighed and said with a smile, "It is the best comfort for Cecilia that you are still alive, forget about the rest, after all, Cecilia and I Celia really didn't leave you with too many memories... that's enough..."

"Really... I seem to remember something recently, something from my childhood, but the memory is very vague, I can't see clearly, I can't explain clearly."

Kiyana Shaniat stared at the tombstone, she opened her mouth, then closed it slightly, repeated this behavior several times, and then it was a little smoother than before, and slowly squeezed a mouthful from her throat that she basically didn't say. unfamiliar vocabulary.

"Mother...is that so?"

"Yes... yes... that's it..."

Siegfried Kaslana raised his hand to cover his eyes, his voice fluctuated: "Cecilia...you...did you hear it? You must have heard it..."

"Mom, look at Dad, he's crying again." Kiyana whispered, "What a worthless guy, don't you think?"

Kiana Shaniat, who came in a hurry, left in a hurry, and Sirin disappeared.

Siegfried Kaslana, who was sitting in front of the tombstone, stood up with her legs propped up.

"It's almost time to go home, Kiyana, are you going home for dinner today?"

"I'll wait a little longer." Kiyana glanced at Siegfried, "I'll be back for dinner later, Dad, don't forget to make my favorite food."

"Hahaha, don't worry, then I'll go first..."

Siegfried, who was watching the tombstone calmly, looked at Siegfried Kaslana's back, and shouted: "Brother, what is the answer, do you have it in your mind?"

"The only thing that can break the chains of hatred is love."

Siegfried Kaslana waved her hands without looking back, and walked away slowly.

Qiyana suddenly said: "Siegfried, Dad's hair is gray."

Siegfried replied with a smile: "He has white hair."

"but……"

"Don't be sad." Siegfried raised his hand and gently stroked Qiyana's hair. The white hair lowered his head in despair, with a depressed expression, "God will bless him, and may he be able to reunite with the one he loves after death. .”

Kiyana stared at Siegfried, her eyes were a little moist: "But...but... After reincarnation, there are basically two people!"

"Then accept it calmly."

Siegfried opened his hands and gently embraced Kiyana in his arms. He squinted his eyes slightly, and gently patted Kiyana's back with one hand.

"He doesn't want to burn anymore, let him watch his starlight until the day he falls asleep... Don't let him down his deep love for you and your sister."

"Woooooooo... idiot! Idiot! Big idiot!!"

Gently stroking Kiana's hair, Siegfried spoke softly.

"Well, big idiots, all big idiots."

Cherry blossoms are falling and blooming, interpreting life and death is so common.

Under the distant cherry tree, the white-haired boy played a prank on the white-haired girl, and was chased and beaten by the other party.

Two small figures circled the towering giant cherry blossom tree, and the laughter and screams echoed under the cherry blossom tree one after another.

The scene was reflected in his eyes, Siegfried closed his eyes, and gently stroked the slightly trembling body of Kiyana who was sobbing.

I want to owe Weisheng a love.

"Idiot, if you cry again, you will be even more stupid..."

Do not be sad.

God bless all true love...

Extra Story: When Sin and Hate Come to an End

The sun shines into the study through the window, and the bright light reflects the fine dust floating in the air.

Books are displayed on the bookshelf, melodious music flows in the study room, time seems to be frozen here, only the person sitting at the desk and quietly looking at the book makes the sound of turning the pages from time to time.

Fingers that looked a little old and thin gently flipped the pages of the book, and his bright eyes looked at the words on the pages in the calm sunlight.

"Cough cough..."

The hand that flipped the pages of the book slightly covered his mouth, and a few old and hoarse coughs came out of his dry throat. The feeling of exhaustion came to his heart, his whole body was as heavy as lead, but his mind felt extremely calm, with a strange feeling. An unexpected calm.

So, is this the feeling of getting old...

Heavy, dull, rotten...

Even if I just sit quietly and read a book for a while, I feel that my energy is not enough, and my thinking is gradually slowed down during reading. Speaking of it, I seem to have forgotten a lot of things... Memories that used to be stored every minute and every second , but now it starts to blur bit by bit, I forgot some the day before yesterday, I forgot some yesterday, I forgot some today...

Humans are such fragile creatures that they cannot survive without their bodies automatically forgetting certain things.

It's just that every night when I dream, I dream of many, many things.

Forget it... so hard.

"Get a cup of tea..."