【Moneng】stay gold

That day, after hearing Mastema close the door and her powerful heartbeat could no longer be heard, Nyxangel's heart began to ache immediately.

She struggled to take a deep breath, but Mostima's words, especially the phrase "It is better to speak up or die?" deeply stimulated her nerves, with a complex sense of shame and sadness, as well as overwhelming pain. The seeds converged from the limbs to the heart, and she felt that her heart was like a container, in a dangerously saturated state, as long as there was a slight change in the environment, the contents inside would overflow and get out of hand.

She hoped that no one would bother her and let her digest the pain alone before thinking about what to do next. She didn't know how to show her sadness in a decent posture.Maybe all she can do is go with the flow.She wondered what they would say the next time they saw Mastema again, maybe they would never have any sincere conversation again.That thought broke her heart even more than Mosttima's words.If you won't reveal your heart to me again, you might as well kill me.Maybe this is the thinking of the angel who committed suicide. If his lover chooses to remain silent, it would be better to die.

She wanted to leave this old villa, she wanted to disappear without disturbing anyone, it would be best to turn into a ball of bubbles now, as soon as the wind blows, she would disappear without leaving any traces.She fell asleep with this thought.When she woke up the next day, she had a splitting headache and the room was dimly lit, making it difficult to tell whether it was early morning or dusk.The sense of time confusion at that moment was so strong that the Angel could not recover for a long time.

She walked out of the room barefoot in confusion, there was no sound in the big house, Mastema's box was gone, she must have left, while she was asleep.Before leaving, did she go to her room to take a last look at herself?Did she tell her sister what happened in the pool?What does my sister think of the story of the Angel Tower?Angela washed her face, her eyes were swollen, and she looked a little funny and haggard.She tried smiling in the mirror to make herself look less miserable.She said to herself in the mirror, Mostima.Mostima.She observed the shape of her mouth, as if speaking a forbidden spell.Then she suddenly realized that she was being hypocritical, and a sentence hit her: don't pity yourself.

This is what she read from a Longmen novel when she was in school. In the novel, the male protagonist lost the person he liked forever. When he was huddled at home smoking and drinking to waste time, he remembered the advice his friend gave him——

Don't pity yourself.

These words were like a hand tearing away the shadow cast on her body.

Didn't she have a hunch?

Didn't she just have a premonition that Mostima would reject her, that made her hesitate and capricious?Didn't she just feel the temperament of Mostima that would hurt people who cared about her (but this kind of hurt was completely unintentional), so she hesitated? Didn't she have a premonition?Didn't she have a hunch?

Knowing that he was afraid of being hurt by Mostima, he still chose to do it.It was she who handed it to Mastema herself.

Never feel sorry for yourself.

Never feel sorry for yourself.

Never feel sorry for yourself.

Throw away those thoughts of looking for death and life but still stalking in your mind!For Mostima, this may just be a small matter.Nothing worth talking about.She got a confession from a girl and she said no, simple as that.While she may never know what this little thing means to that girl, Can Angel is glad she won't.

Put the memories of that day on the shelf, take them out from time to time in No Man's Land, and relive them, and then put them back.Be yourself and don't do anything gross or kitsch.Trying to impress yourself will only humiliate yourself.Compassion for oneself is the work of scumbags.

Can the angel pour himself a glass of water, what is the final ending of the novel?

——The actor finally got happiness, he got married and lived a good life.His former lover and friend never really left, death is another matter.

Can Angel is very grateful to the Longmen writer who wrote that book, she has never had such deep affection for a Longmen man.God bless him.

That was the first time she disappeared suddenly.

"Her employer encountered a little trouble and went back to help." The sister said, judging from her attitude, Mostima didn't tell her what happened that day.

"Hmm..." So it's not because of me?

"That's how she is... Wait, what's wrong with your eyes?"

"Uh... ran out to drink with friends, got drunk and cried."

"There are not many people who can make you drunk." My sister's smile was meaningful.

Can Angel suspects that her sister already knows.But what if she knows?

"What did Mastema do before?"

My sister thought for a moment, "She... has been running around all year round, traveler."

Whenever my sister has something confidential and is unwilling to lie to the angel, she will use that kind of ambiguous tone, and the angel will stop there, and it will be futile to ask any further questions.

That time Mastema disappeared for three or four days, and then suddenly appeared at the breakfast table.My sister was not surprised by her coming and going, but Neng Tian didn't know what to say, and it was better to keep silent than to say how wrong she was.There were no questions or pleasantries, and the three of them finished their breakfast quietly.

For a while, they were rarely alone.When they were alone, both of them wanted to say something to ease the embarrassment, but as soon as they noticed the other's attempt, they fell into a situation where they had nothing to say again.

In a certain afternoon, the angel of power was sleeping on the edge of the mirror lake, with her guitar on the left and the lake of God on the right.Today's wind is very small, the lake water fluctuates slowly, disappears and gathers slowly through the light, the extremely quiet vegetation seems to have a magical atmosphere, as if at a certain moment a mermaid will surface or many elves will emerge from the tree Falling.She was waiting for that moment, when she really heard the rustling of footsteps.Opening her eyes, she saw Mastema appearing beside her.Strangely, she wasn't surprised.

"Did I wake you up?" Mastema said very quietly, she had papers in her hand, and she must have just returned from the summer palace.

"No. I wasn't asleep."

"Can I sit here?"

"Of course."

Mostima sat for a while.

The wind is also quiet.

"I saw some music scores scattered on the table in the study yesterday. I heard from your sister that you arranged them?" Mostima said.

"Yes. It's mine."

"Will you play a song for me?"

"Now?" What Angel really wants to ask is, are you willing?

"if you are willing to."

The angel can pick up the guitar, and she doesn't need to go back to get the music score, she already knows it by heart.The original score is said to have been written by a famous composer in Lateran hundreds of years ago, and it was played on his beloved clavichord. The score has been reworked to be more exuberant, in a style that a younger composer would have played.She also tried to add a little Longmen instrument, but it was eventually rejected due to extreme dissonance.

"My adaptation is not mature enough..."

"That's it."

Can Angel played it once, and she immediately keenly captured which variation moved her audience.So she played it again.In fact, it would be nice to just sit down and talk about music and travel experiences.Perhaps Angel would have been less enamored with her if they had formed a genuine musical friendship in the first place.

She turned her head to look at Mostima, "Actually, I thought you were gone that day and would never come back. I'm glad you came back."

Mostima turned her head, her eyes asked, are you always so honest?

"You said you didn't want me to go, so I came back."

The two sat for a while.

"This is heaven," said Mostima.

That period of memory seems to be too heavy, but what needs to be explained is that it was actually a very bright and happy day.Nengtian loves to laugh very much, often laughs, and can't stop laughing.She has always been such a laughing child.She often goes to parties where applause rings whenever her guitar comes on.Sometimes Mostima and her sister would also appear in the crowd. When she went around and tried to surprise them with a sneak attack from behind, she heard Mostima laughing and saying to her sister, "Ah Neng is really like a big star." At that moment, Angel Neng felt as if the world had paused, because Mostima called her Aneng.Was that what Mastema called her in her absence? ——Aneng?Can Angel immediately fell in love with the nickname, and she felt like the happiest person in the world.Why didn't you call me that when you faced me?If you call me Aneng when you talk to me, I will do anything for you.

The energy angel has captured the hearts of many people. Every year when she returns to this small town, she will always receive gifts from all over the world, including blessings from Sarkaz, but she has never been able to capture the subtle parts inside.That Sarkaz is a demon who is at a loss. When he wandered here, Neng Angel bought him a drink. Since the man with black goat horns has sent paintings to Neng Tianhai every year, the front of the painting is the scenery of all parts of the mainland, and the back is written "May you find a home in your faith".Now she began to understand what those paintings represented.

She has too much.Mostima was right, she was one of the rare lucky ones in the world.

At the end of the summer vacation, a small incident happened to reverse the fate of Neng Angel, which was the prelude to a series of thunder later.Many years later, when an angel sits at the Longmen Bar, with empty singing above his head, and the silent Texas opposite, he still wonders if there is another way for him to go, and if so, what will the ending be like? .She may know nothing about Penguin Logistics, she may discover things that she has missed and never know, or it may not change, she may never be who she is today, she may become another people.

On that day, my sister came back from the summer palace suddenly. At that time, Angel Neng was doing summer training in the shooting range. She broke into the shooting range without protective gear, which shocked Angel Neng.

"You know this man?"

Her sister handed her a photo of a woman with a half-smile, her long bangs almost covering her eyes.Neng Angel just wanted to say that she didn't know her, but suddenly her memory came back, and she remembered - that woman of unknown origin with a gloomy aura all over her body.

"I have the impression... I saw her somewhere a long time ago... Yes! At the post office."

"What happened then?"

"It's no big deal... At that time, she pulled passers-by and said that the Angel Tower should be pulled down, because of that legend, Sakota fell in love with Sarkaz. She didn't say Sarkaz, she just called 'Blackhorn Goats'. She Like a rabid racist, I'm a bit skeptical that she's an angel. I've never seen a Sakota like that, and she has a very dim aura, so I'm impressed with her, and I feel like she's always been Looked at me secretly, but I thought it was an illusion... what happened?"

My sister asked a completely irrelevant question, "Did you know that Sarkaz was fighting a civil war?"

"A teacher at the school said that he thinks the notary office should intervene to control the situation when necessary. He has always been a leftist...I don't know. But war is always a bad thing. What happened?"

The elder sister pondered for a moment, and decided to tell the truth, "That woman appeared in the summer palace today. She reported that you had contact with the Sarkaz people. She claimed that she had other physical evidence."

"What does it mean that I have contact with the Sarkaz people?" Neng Angel felt her head go numb, and she keenly grasped the political meaning in these words.

"I want to add a crime."

"Why did she frame me? I have no grievances with her. Who is she?"

The elder sister frowned, this was the first time Neng Tianhai saw her with doubts on her face, "An agent from the Rutland Notary Office. Her ID card is valid."

"She is from the notary office? How is it possible?"

"I'm also very suspicious. Mostima has already gone to investigate... Who else was in the tavern at that time?"

Neng Angel reported a few names.

"You'd better go to the Summer Palace for a notarization. Can you do it yourself?"

"I have a clear conscience, and it's fine to tell the truth."

Neng Angel thought that the high-pressure and sensitive issues involving Sarkaz would be taken seriously by the officials of the Summer Palace.But after she entered the summer palace, only one female official received her, asked her a few questions, and was able to explain the situation that day in detail.But female officials don't seem to be interested in these trivial matters.After jotting down a few words, she sent the angel away.Neng Tianhai ran this trip for no reason.

My sister didn't come back that night, and Mastema disappeared.The next day, Neng Angel's shooting class teacher informed her that the autumn training camp would start early.

Later, Neng Angel has been paying attention to this inexplicable frame-up case, but the matter seems to have disappeared in the end.Her school life was unaffected, and her sister sent her an apple pie a month later.This year was her graduation year, and she gradually forgot about it in her busy schedule.

Many years later, when the Sarkaz civil war finally broke out and her sister disappeared in Kazdel, the Angels began to dig out the truth of the year belatedly.She discovered many broken pieces of the puzzle one after another, but accidentally pieced together the truth of the incident, but this incident is really just the tip of the iceberg.

The woman was not Sakota, but a Syracuse spy.She modified her body with unimaginable Originium skills, and disguised herself as an agent of a notary office, and her identity certificate came from a very suspicious source.The target of the behind-the-scenes driver is actually not the angel, but her sister.The Syracuse spies slandered her sister for covering up Mastema and Sarkaz's secret collusion.Mostima disappeared at this moment, he must have fled in fear of crime.

And the position of Angel in the story is just a fuse, the so-called physical evidence is just those paintings, there will be other excuses if there are no such paintings, they just need an excuse to pierce, so her statement was not received Pay attention to.Whatever she said doesn't matter anymore.

At that time, the firepower had been concentrated on the elder sister, and the notary office suspected that the elder sister had been secretly leaking some government secrets to Sarkaz.As soon as the energy angel left, the search warrant arrived.It was only then that Nengtian realized why her autumn training started early—she thought it was the teacher who gave her a small treatment, and the shooting teacher had always favored her.The teacher also told her not to go around talking about it. Now it seems that the teacher had reached some kind of protection agreement with her sister at that time.

Although the search warrant found nothing, the public opinion in the summer palace was already very sinister.At that time, the situation was very stalemate, my sister was in a state of detention all the time, and I didn’t know when it would be lifted—can Angel feel ashamed and ashamed at the thought of her sitting comfortably on the van going back to school—to completely break the situation , The one who smashed and reassembled was Mostima.

Her approach to problem-solving was ferocious and effective—at the last roundtable, she burst into the conference room, then pointed her guardian gun at the delegates, and without warning, she fired.

This is Mostima, Neng Angel thought, an absolutely dangerous person, this is a side she has never shown in front of her, fierce and decisive, with amazing intuition and courage, killing and ruthless.

She imagined herself in the conference room—

In the dim light, there are flowers in the center of the round table surrounded by the statue of the goddess, and the brocade hanging on the wall is embroidered with the Sakota coat of arms.People filed in, sat down, and started sawing back and forth.The air was gradually cloudy, and the atmosphere was restless, and the collar of the snow-white shirt was yellowed with sweat.

Suddenly, a person broke in, blue eyes quickly searched for the target forehead, and then the blood exploded, and the blood splashed on the goddess statue.

"If you are Sakota, the law should take effect now." Mostima took her gun and walked towards the long-haired woman who was dying, "Let's solve the problem in a way you are more familiar with, Syra the ancients?"

Mostima disappeared and reappeared, bringing with her the woman's true identity.After that night, the summer palace was completely closed, all the furnishings in the conference room were burned down, and everyone was tested for ore disease infection.Fortunately no one was infected.Can Angel didn't know what happened to the Syracuse woman, and she didn't want to know.The follow-up solution must be very difficult, and she feels sorry for her sister and Mastema.

What exactly is my sister researching, who is behind the Syracusans, what is the real identity of Mostima, and whether these have anything to do with the Sarkaz Civil War... There is a lot of fog.

There are too many things that angels don't know.

She missed too much.Mostima called her Aneng out of her hearing, to protect her reputation and to break her sister's plight. Connected, facing a common ending - thinking of this, the angels can't control themselves and can't stop.Based on this image, how could she not love Mostima?

How many things are you hiding from me?

The truth came too late, even sadness and remorse were too late, how incompetent.

But there are still so many mysteries,

How much grief do you have to face alone?

The lingering grief, the first-hand sense that so many fundamental things had been lost from her life, the loss, as one had always known, even prepared for, but still could not bear the loss.

If you keep silent.

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