Broken Personality Split Girlfriend

"He who pursues peace is always blessed, for he may be called the Son of God"

The girl blinked, and the adults around bowed their heads and nodded. These usually willful peasants seemed to be wearing a mask of etiquette today. The solemn black clothes touched their skin lightly in the sun, and it was a little itchy. Those people seemed to be praying more than usual. Also be serious.

She was illiterate, and she couldn't speak any brilliant words, and she couldn't read a whole thick Bible like singing. She was beside her parents and looked at the boy of the same age in the front row of the line.

He was still so young, quietly holding the hem of his clothes, as if he had nothing to do with himself, silently listening to the priest reading the thick Bible.

He is very quiet, maybe a bit too quiet, and judging from his expression, he is an introverted person again. The girl can't remember where she has seen him before, she only remembers that the boy's family took the king He came from far away, lived in a big house in the village, and brought a lot of luggage when he came, and hired farmers to take care of the crops and fields at home.

She couldn't remember anything else, but she only remembered that the priest's narration continued in her ears. On this early summer morning, a black team walked out from the Huang Empire. , transparent.

Those distant Bible stories stand quietly in the pictures made of stained glass. Those who were once called sages and mentors lowered their eyes and looked at this silent team in silence. black coffin.

The girl saw the boy walking silently beside the priest, on the right side of the wooden cross, under the hanging head of the Holy Son, and the boy just walked silently, walking at the front of this silent procession.

He is so lonely.

The girl thought, she was holding the corner of her mother's clothes, the boy could only pinch the corner of his own clothes, pinching the big buttons of the cuffs with thin fingers, his knuckles were white, the early morning sun had not broken the haze, his clean face covered Under the black hair, it seems to be covered with a layer of slate-like gray.

He is so lonely.

The silent procession went far, far away, at least in the eyes of the girl, her feet hurt from walking, and she saw the priest holding the rosary, still saying some carefully selected prayers from the holy book. Saying goodbye, the boy quietly pinched the buttons of his cuffs, and she could gradually see his face clearly.

He was surprisingly expressionless, like a wooden doll.

"God, your kindness is far beyond our imagination, and you can understand people's hearts. Only you can understand everything about his life and heart. I beg you to be merciful, but look at the faith of your church and accept him."

"Please purify him according to your will, accept him, and let him enjoy rest in the kingdom of heaven. Because our Lord Jesus Christ, your Son, he, you and the Holy Spirit, is the only God, living and king forever."

At the end of the priest's lengthy speech, everyone bowed their heads, made the sign of the sign of the cross, and said:

"Amen."

The choir sang a new long poem, the girl watched the boy stand by the cross, watched the farmhand put the coffin of his family into the dug earth pit, he seemed to have some reaction at last, his lips muttered to himself What to say, it seems that I want to jump into the pit, and finally look at the faces of my relatives.

"Mom, will he live with other people?" the girl asked, tugging at the corner of her mother's clothes.

"No, Teresa." The mother's expression was a little sad. The dual identities of woman and mother made her feel the same pain. The boy's expression and loneliness could not escape her eyes. She squeezed her daughter's palm lovingly.

"He has no other relatives, the war has taken the last of his family."

"He's already alone."

The girl turned her head and looked at the boy standing silently beside the pit, his eyes reflecting the darkness of the coffin.

After the choir finished the last verse, everyone walked up to the boy to say goodbye to him. The boy nodded in response one by one. The priest solemnly made the sign of the sign of the cross, and the choir turned around and walked towards the Huang Empire—a monk’s schedule is always arranged Very full.

He seemed to be alone at last.

He seems to be alone all the time.

The parents of the girl in the Huang Empire are sage kings. They want to express something to this boy. The boy is a nobleman of medium size. The French aristocratic system is different from that of England. His relatives and friends were knighted for his military exploits, and it was natural for a boy to also have this status, but he is just a boy now.

"Gao Su, you don't need to worry about taxes and other issues until you grow up enough to take responsibility. People in the Huang Empire are very kind. If there is anything you need help with, you just need to ask." He opened his mouth to the boy in a formal gesture, hoping to get closer to the boy. As a parent, he could easily understand the boy's loneliness and sadness.

The boy just nodded, he seemed unresponsive, maybe just a little overwhelmed.

"Thank you." He said softly, he paused for a while, and seemed to have something to say, the sage king didn't leave, he stood there, waiting for the boy to finish what he wanted to say, the boy seemed to be struggling to organize Language, thin shoulders seem to be burdened with something heavy.

"I'm Gao Su Time Sequence Kong Lieshu, and I will repay you." He said.

The girl memorized the name silently. The pronunciation of this name was a bit awkward for her, and it didn't even sound like a French word. She didn't know where his knight relatives and friends learned the word.

The boy turned around and looked up at the high cross. The sun cast a long shadow. Standing in the sad shadow of the Son, he seemed to be covered with a thin layer of gray.

That was my first encounter with him.

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Clinking hammers knocked away the half-gloom in the sky, and the white belly of the dawn gave birth to a long sword of light. In early summer, the golden wheat field was full of ripeness and slightly drunk. In the auditorium, the first bell of the Huang Empire was ringing in the morning.

The girl opened her eyes. It was still early in the morning. The waking sheep in the distance were bleating, and the Gallic rooster crowed, as if to fill up the singing voice that should have sounded first in the morning light. Some people sang it louder than it much earlier.

The Burgundy territory surrounding the Huang Empire was shrouded in tranquility, the hammers were beating above the wheat fields, and a pleasing warm light was shining under the hazy and dim sky.

The young man's face was soaked into a warm yellow by the flames, and his cold black hair was covered with tenderness. His magnificent blue eyes, like cornflowers, reflected the fire, flashing a cautious and mature spirit. He swung the hammer and grasped it with the handle. In the thick cocoon, the metal is deformed a little bit by the experienced hammering, and the shape can be seen gradually.

It would be a sickle for the upcoming harvest season, and such a commission was familiar to him, and he was already used to this kind of life.

The man yawned and walked out of the yard, watching the boy occupy his anvil and iron furnace, the iron slurry beside the furnace was bubbling and bubbling, only the starry sky knew when the boy's work started, and the iron he knocked on The hammer is but the epilogue to the morning's work.

"Gao Su, you got up so early again." The man said, his eyes showed a look of love: "It would be great if all the young people in the Huang Empire worked as hard as you."

He stretched himself out, and the thin summer clothes showed the outline of his thick arms. He is a master blacksmith in the village and has been in this industry for many years. He has met many guys, but most of them cannot endure hardships like boys. .

He is no longer young, watching the boys circle around the girl, he feels bored in his heart, but he feels sorry for the boy beside him who lacks the vigor of a young man.

"Wait a little longer and let the guests come to pick up the sickle, and I will go back to take care of the crops later, just pay me the wages at the tavern at night." Gao Su Time Sequence Kong Lieshu nodded and greeted the master blacksmith, he is not an apprentice Or dude, just here to help the old blacksmith with those jobs he couldn't afford to do.

"You don't have to come every day." The blacksmith sighed: "You are not yet an adult, so you don't need to work so hard. Besides, your relatives and friends were very kind to us in the early years. As long as you tell us, everyone in the Huang Empire will take good care of you. "

"That's exactly what I don't want." The boy shook his head and smiled. He didn't want to accept pity or alms from others, which would tarnish the name of his relatives and friends.

Gao Su·Time Sequence Kong Lie Shu said goodbye to the blacksmith, and wiped off his sweat with a towel. The early summer morning was a bit chilly. The boy was sweating, and the wind could not help shivering. He shrank his neck and ran home along the trail. Going, the brilliant barley rolled up waves layer by layer against the wind, and the sound of the boy's footsteps disappeared in the thick earth.

This is an incomparably ordinary summer, as warm and peaceful as every summer, the hot wind has not blown the horn of harvest, and the Huang Empire is still just a region of the Huang Empire surrounded by the Kingdom of Destiny.

The boys surrounded the young girls like bees, full of vigor, the church bells had not been blown away by the wind, the Otto family went out to worship, and the young Gao Su Shi Sequence Kong Lieshu put on clean clothes and went out to enter For the worshiping villagers, he kept a distance from the people around him and walked towards the church silently.

The girl raised her head, the sun drenched her gentle and brilliant blond hair, her sea-like eyes reflected the clear sky, she closed her eyes, praying that such peace and joy would last forever.

The warmth of the fire permeates the walls, night veils are sprinkled in early summer, insects chirp from the golden vending field, and the warm-toned glass reflects the lively atmosphere.

The boy pushed open the wooden door of the tavern. The Huang Empire is a Bailu city. Although it is located on a major traffic road, the long war and the special location have taught the royal court to never pay attention to this remote small place. Every house can come from a pair of hardworking hands.

He found the blacksmith in his usual place, drinking, and heard the door open as the boy came in. He waved, and the fire lit the calluses on his thick palms.

"Gao Su, come." He called.

As usual, the people who finished their work came here early to have a small gathering, talking about their daily experiences, most of which were old stories. How could the local people have any new topics to talk about?Even the news from the front line happened to be heard from travelers, and the version changed many times.

Gao Su·Time Series Kong Lieshu sat down at the long table, several rows of wooden tables filled most of the space in the room, and more tables and chairs were placed outside, this is not a big city, there is no curfew, but the tavern owner and waiters still For those who want to rest, when the church bell rang three times, the drinkers probably dispersed spontaneously.

The master blacksmith is old, and his legs hurt when the cold wind blows, so he sat down in the house, and the wooden cups were filled with new beer just taken out of the cellar, which was cold and refreshing.

"Your reward." The blacksmith took out the small bag and put it in front of the boy. There was a metallic sound, and the boy nodded and put it away without further inspection.

"Not long after you left this morning, someone came here. You did it very quickly and well. He was just here to ask about the progress, but he was shocked when he got the finished product, that fool." The blacksmith laughed. Rubbing his beard carelessly, he could see that the boy was not in the mood—he always seemed to have that expression.

"What did you do today?" asked the blacksmith.

"I went to learn how to read from the priest." Gao Su Shi Xukong Lieshu said, he didn't have a good relationship with everyone, but he was close to the blacksmith and the priest. They asked for help, and they generously agreed to their request. In recent years, they taught him how to survive hand in hand, and the people of the Huang Empire were very kind.

"Reading." The blacksmith nodded. He didn't know much, and he didn't have the heart to study so many literary works. Staring at the fire and beating the anvil every day was his life's work. Knowledge, his knowledge is engraved in these short, thick arms.

"Very good." He took a sip of his wine, and seemed to be unable to find any suitable context for this topic, and his whole life of experience at the fire hammer was not good enough to say to this knight's bequeathed son that 'study is useless' He lowered his head, the thin sweat on his forehead reflected the warm yellow light.

"Shall I order you a drink too?" He asked jokingly.

The boy had just turned 12.

"No, I'll sit with you for a while and go back."

Gao Su still seemed to be alienated, and the blacksmith was a little anxious. He felt that this boy hadn't really integrated into the Huang Empire. He thought, and then heard the sound of pushing the door. There are a few conspicuous scars.

"Give me a glass of wine, as well as food, bread, and soup." He grabbed the hem of the waiter's clothes and ordered in a low voice. The girl who grew up in the Huang Empire shivered in fright when she saw the scar on his face.

An outsider?

Gao Su followed the man's back. There were mud spots on his trousers, which splashed to a high place. The mud water had dried up and formed small pieces on his clothes. He came from a far away place, at least not He will be a member of the Mandate of Heaven Church.

His feet are steady, not like a traveler who is tired from a long journey.

"Traveler, where are you from?" asked the master blacksmith.

The traveler was silent for a while: "I come from... I come from Beauge."

"Boge?" The blacksmith had some knowledge: "That's a long way away."

"En." The traveler nodded and said nothing more.

He didn't seem to want to chat any more, and the blacksmith master couldn't say anything anymore. He just turned his head and looked at the boy. Gao Su looked at the man. The man didn't care much about being stared at by a kid. Baba's scarred face made a small grimace.

Gao Su ignored him and nodded to the blacksmith.

"I'm leaving," he said.

"Be careful on the road." The blacksmith watched the boy get up and walk out of the tavern. His short stature almost bumped into several drunks. The boy deftly walked around and walked into the narrow path between the fields, and he was out of sight in a blink of an eye.

Sun rise.

The bell of the church awakened Bailu City. The villagers got up early, yawned and went to the church to worship. Gao Su was no exception. He mixed in the crowd and watched the priest open the door for them, walked into the cleaned church, and looked at the stained glass The heroic epic drawn on the screen, after the speech, the priest stood on the high platform and read the Gospel aloud. Some people were drowsy, and they were about to go back to sleep, but they still tried their best not to teach the heavenly father to catch a glimpse of their own faux pas.

Rural services don't have as many intricate details.

The priest crossed himself and said.

"Amen."

"Amen."

Everyone said.

Everyone symbolically ate the bread of the church and drank a little red wine, which was enough for the tip of the tongue. Then they walked out along the door, went back to have breakfast in the bright morning sunshine, and then started the day's work .

Gao Su noticed that the traveler in the tavern last night was standing at the end of the line, leaning against the clean wall and waiting until the end. He walked towards the priest, but the priest's face was blocked by him. Gao Su couldn't see his expression clearly. The two walked out of the chapel, Into the back yard.

"Gaosu Time-sequence empty tree?"

He heard someone calling him.

He turned around and saw the daughter of the Otto family, a girl who seemed to be about the same age as him. She smiled at him as if a little shy, her sea-colored eyes were clear like a child's, and her brilliant blond hair seemed to blend in with the sun. One.

She seems to be glowing.

"Daddy asked me to call you, come to our house for breakfast today?" She said, her eyes were looking away, as if she was afraid of meeting the boy's cornflower-colored eyes.

"Okay." Gao Su said.

He is very grateful to the Otto family, they helped him in his most difficult time. Mr. Otto helped him organize the funerals of his relatives and friends. Gao Su is only a 12-year-old boy, and the fief granted by the knight's family is naturally impossible for one person. Taking care, many treaties and witnesses with farmhands are now also in charge of this kind and upright man. He didn't have to treat an orphan like this, but he did it anyway.

Who could hate such a kind and gentle person?

Especially Gao Su, who was favored by him, he is not very good at expressing his feelings, and he has always been expressionless, but he is very grateful to this man, and will not refuse his request, and very much hopes to be able to help Otto A family to help.

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For breakfast, Gao Su came to Otto's house. The master had been waiting for him at the door. The mother and daughter were preparing meals—for some reason, he came to the appointment and suddenly felt a little alienated, as if the distance had been cut off in an instant. zoom out.