Heather who counterattacked

Filling her belly at the restaurant by the square and warming her body, the redness on her face never faded.

Florence is still brightly lit at night.When walking through the street full of wandering artists, he walked over to talk to someone, borrowed someone's violin, wiped it with a handkerchief, and then pulled a piece of green sleeves for her.

They walked through the lonely riverside at night, and then waited for the sunrise on the revolving viewing platform.

He took off his shirt and put it on her body to protect her from the cold.The early morning wind was chilling to the bone, and he stood there quietly looking up at the sky, but he was colder and more lonely than the wind.

She tugged at his sleeve, and asked anxiously, her eyes averted, afraid of being rejected: "Can you... hug me?"

He was slightly taken aback, but still opened his arms and hugged her into his arms.She opened the clothes she was wearing and wrapped him up, then hugged his waist tightly and buried her face in his chest.

At dawn, she finally spoke again: "I think I love you... yes, I love you."

She thought that she would never say these words in her whole life, but when she blurted out like this, she realized that it was not difficult at all to open her heart.Her voice was very gentle and fragile, and she was still so cautious, asking him: "Then... what about you? Do you like me a little bit?"

He was silent for a long time, stretched out his hand and slowly touched her face, his eyes were focused and gentle, but he didn't answer.

And she already knew his answer.I was so happy that I wanted to laugh, and tears filled my eyes again.

It turns out that love is such a wonderful thing.It doesn't need to be so vigorous, it doesn't need any words or promises, she doesn't even know his real identity, but she can give her sincerity so easily.

A wrong encounter.A wonderful journey.But time is so short, there is no time to forget, and it is too late to count.Getting it and losing it is always more hurtful than never getting it - that is the ending that neither he nor she can reach out and touch.

With tears in her eyes, she smiled and murmured, "It's such a big world, but I met you. This is the luckiest thing in my life."

The deep dawn is slowly being torn apart, the horizon is cracked, and the light of the sky is falling.

The sun is overwhelming, illuminating the whole world.

"Morning, Claus," he said slowly.

"Good morning, Cyril." Her tears finally fell.

The black car stopped in front of her, and she pulled the hem of her skirt to salute him one last time, and when she turned to leave, he called her.

"Clauris."

She turned her head quickly.Seemingly aware of his urgency, he pursed his lips in embarrassment.The beautiful green eyes are still as bright as they were when they first met, and what is shrouded in melancholy and depth is the weak to pitiful hope in the eyes.

He smiled slightly, that smile was so shallow, yet so deep that it touched her heart.Perhaps it was because of the rare expression on his face that he felt such a smile was extremely precious.

They just stared at each other.After a long time, he said, "By this time tomorrow, buy a Florence... morning paper."

Klauris stood before her mother with bowed head, and greeted her respectfully.However, to her surprise, she did not receive any accusations.The mother just looked at her calmly, nodded, and let her go to sleep.

She went back to the room, sat on the bed and hugged dear Winnie the Pooh for a long time.Suddenly, as if thinking of something, she jumped up quickly, ran two steps and then turned back to put on her shoes, picked up the shawl and wrapped it around her arms from behind, ran to the door, adjusted her clothes and walked out with ladylike steps.

Then the servant told her that there was only an evening paper in Florence, not a morning paper.

She was stunned for a long time before regaining consciousness in a trance.The expectation is even worse, he will never deceive her.

She almost couldn't wait for the time to pass and the next day to come quickly.

Early in the morning of the appointed day, a shocking news was heard at most people's dining tables.The Florentine evening paper became the morning paper.Although the circulation of this newspaper is relatively small, it is only popular in Florence.Still, all subscribers and most non-subscribers were shocked.There was no rumor at all before—but some people knew that this newspaper was private, and although they still had doubts about such a move, they didn't make such a fuss.

However, people found that most of the layout of the newspaper was the same as usual, without much change, but the details were more adapted to the characteristics of the "morning newspaper".And the biggest surprise is that there is an extra column in the most conspicuous place of the first page.

The column is called: Good Morning, Cloris.

The content is a poem.

【The embankment said to the river: "I can only keep your footprints in my heart."

O night, I feel your beauty,

As the loved one blows out her lamp.

Let the dead have an everlasting name,

Let the living have eternal love.

Love is the fullness of life,

Like a full wine glass.

Leaves turn into flowers in love,

Flowers become fruits in worship.

fruit!How far are you from me?

flowers!I'm hiding in your heart!

Love builds a bridge between the finite and the infinite.

Even if love brings you nothing but sorrow, trust in it.

Don't close your heart.

Even when I die, O world!

Please hold for me in your silence:

"I have loved" the words! 】

The second day, the third day, the fourth day...

People are used to the morning paper.Also used to that column in the morning paper.

Every day is a poem.A poem that is either sweet or sad.A love poem full of longing.

People are also used to starting a new day with such a poem every morning.They even wondered if the changes in the newspaper were the actions of a talented poet in pursuit of or in memory of his beloved.Beautiful love is always desirable and respected.People even accepted its existence more tolerantly than imagined.

That year, Florence's Sapphire family married the Spanish Kane family.That beautiful woman changed from Miss to Mrs.But although Mrs. Claus has left Florence, she still subscribes to a small local newspaper in Florence all the year round.At the dining table every morning, she would not eat until she finished reading the newspaper.Sometimes happy, sometimes sad, but never shed a tear.

Her tears had already been shed on the morning when the Florence evening paper was changed to the morning paper.

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Cyril returns to France.

Spend a birthday in the Dominion of England, because a banquet must be held to announce that Silvermoon's heir is a year older, and by the way, provide an excuse for all the attendees, from the court government down to the merchant star.But his permanent residence is still France.Maybe it's because of the relaxed, natural, floral environment here?

So when the world mentioned him, most of them were still Earl Lilac.

This trip does not have any substantial benefits for the moment, on the contrary, he has lost part of his heart in that beautiful and artistic city.

I haven't understood what love is yet, but there is an inseparable shadow in my heart.

Maybe it was so beautiful when I met her, maybe the memory from the future affected him, maybe he was really lonely for too long, when the two hearts collided, he couldn't help but grasp those painful and thankful things but still couldn't discarded things.

But she was going to marry eventually, and he couldn't tell her in person that he really... liked her a little bit.

In four years, he never forgot to write poems for her.

At that time, he knew that the cycle of her years would not turn around for too long, and he knew that there would be no happy ending between her and him, so he stepped into her world so despicably and selfishly, to capture her heart, for the next All the stories of theBut he didn't expect that sincerity must be interacted with, and a corner of his heart was also handed over to her, which was involuntary and uncontrollable.

But she will die.

she will die.

The track of fate can't deviate too far, and he can't stop her death.

For his apology, for this seemingly impossible love affair, maybe he should at least give her the best memories and thoughts, even if all these are just illusions created by him.

When you love someone seriously, even if it is pain, you will be willing to endure it.

Cyril felt like the idiot in the original version, the difference was that he at least fell in love with her, and that idiot was forced to have unrequited love from the beginning to the end... Is it a little consolation?

Of course, his life today is not all poetry.There are still four or five years before the doomed destiny begins, he is very free, and how to plan and build momentum still needs to be considered in the long run.

As usual, spare no effort to develop various industries.The intelligence organization was the first thing he developed secretly after he came to this world.Recruiting top talents from all over the world, the most advanced equipment, an interlocking structure, and strict identity arrangements - he has been in charge of the largest shadow force in a continent for ten years, and he is very familiar with how to control this kind of thing.

Traditional finance cannot let go, and the digital, network, and software areas must be invaded as soon as possible. The Leoke family is new to these industries, but its advantage lies in its owner's vision that is more than ten years ahead of the world.So in the past few years, Xi Ruier has almost watched the company succeed and grow together with those veterans, just like watching a baby grow up.

The connection between these things is hidden behind people, and at most only the tip of the iceberg is revealed. He will not be so stupid as to let people notice that Lilac's tentacles have stretched so long, and he does not like to completely reveal his identity. revealed in front of people.What's more, if it is really necessary for him to enter the Kane family later, his identity is his biggest hole card, so naturally he cannot reveal it early.

So keep a low profile as always.

Cyril came to Belgium during the season of blue bluebells.His villa here was completed years ago, so he stopped by to inspect the results this time.Probably because he travels around all the year round. The group under his name seems to have a tendency to develop real estate around the world. The original intention is to let the boss live in his own villa wherever he goes.

Cyril came here to wait and see.

Cannon Fodder No. [-]——Anyway, except for the one who was lucky enough to HE at the end, the rest are all cannon fodder, but whether the cannon fodder is tragic or not, let’s arrange it in the order of appearance. The original Cyril is Cannon Fodder No. [-], this one will be Cannon Fodder No. [-]——is the second son of a traditional chaebol here.In the future of the original version, the one who finally annexed Leok.

Of course, this guy is still a child.

... So he created an indelible shadow ahead of time.

The author has something to say:

That poem is "I Can't Keep Your Waves" by Tagore.I adapted it slightly as Cyril's answer to Claures.

In Chapter [-], the role of Clauris is over. Alas, it’s a pity, but it also meets the needs of the plot... Cyril is a scum, it is a scum... knowing that he loves him, knowing that he is married, and writing Four Years of Love Poetry...