After memorizing the book, I am super strong

The butterfly spread its fluttering wings, and the cello also trembled with a whimpering melody.Is it the shattered and bright amethyst that traces back to Moscow, or the sunflowers that grow in high latitudes in Russia facing the cold sun—this is such an indescribable, DeathWaltz-like tune, low but dreamy and melodious.

Countless fantasies are born with the musical instruments, and the cold air is also dying in the freezing.

The quiet and sad sound of the piano passes the heavy syllables through the soul and reaches a quiet corner - when Dostoevsky played the cello like this, behind him was a whitewashed wall, in the warm air There is no need to wear a hat and windbreaker in the wrapped room, so he just wore the white clothes on his body and played the musical instrument with complicated patterns next to his boots.

Until the last syllable, he opened his eyes when he followed the quiet river from a spring of clear water on the top of the mountain to the delta state into the sea.

"Well, it's indescribably nice~" Xie Gongxuan pushed the steaming tea forward, but her smiling eyes followed Dostoevsky, who was slowly seated opposite her, "I am educated at this level. I can’t describe it, but it’s like a princess in a dance dress dancing on a frozen glacier, making her last confession to the Russian sun, which is bright but not warm.”

Fyodor also chuckled and rolled his eyes, his fingers gently passed through the mist on the tea: "If it can bring you such an imagination, then this pre-written song is not too much of a failure. "

"Write it in advance -- it turns out that you seem to be so calm all the time, and you will sometimes be in a hurry." Xie Gongxuan replied as if joking.

"Well, because if I didn't let you hear it now..." When he was speaking in a low voice, he looked at the blue and red swirling patterns on the surface of the teacup, outlining the Chinese classical splendor, "I will probably forget this Something happened."

Xie Gongxuan raised her head and narrowed her eyes slightly.

Fyodor just met her eyes gently and asked in a low voice, "Can you tell me what kind of sentence you used?"

Xie Gongxuan's fingertips touched the edge of the table, as if tracing the black hair scattered around her.

He found out.

I used my ability on this cup of tea.

"It's Tagore's, 'One night, I burned all my memories, and my dreams have been transparent'."

She replied so simply, but her fingers wrapped around her hair, drawing small peaceful circles.

"Is that so. I will forget everything about you and this world."

But Fyodor sighed lightly as if 'as I expected', as if there was a white cold mist hazy over his body.

"I used to think that in the secular world, I would always follow God's guidance, whether it was collapse or death. Erase what God detests, and keep what God loves—just like this, I have been relentlessly trying to make Send all the sins of human beings to God, and let him grant salvation himself."

Xie Gongxuan looked at his purple-red eyes, which were as calm as extinguished candles at the moment, and said, "But God doesn't love the world, and people only love themselves."

He seemed to raise the corners of his lips, but he didn't have any pleasure——

"That's right... the world I was looking forward to ended up running on its own path to destruction. Endless greed engulfed the tide of fate, and it wasn't until the end that we realized that each of us was guilty."

Xie Gongxuan asked softly, "Are you disappointed?"

"But I don't. Because the human beings in my eyes are towards the end of entropy, constantly fighting against their own desires and instincts, and finally always approaching perfection."

And Fyodor just shook his head, his black hair tilted at a gentle angle.

"...If you weren't here, maybe I would really be disappointed? ——Maybe really, I would slide to the side of destruction."

The tenderness in his words is like a growing dendrobium, stretching its petals as wide as the sky and clouds.

"When I saw you, I seemed to see the golden sunlight flowing on the flame horse of Helios pulling the sun frame-the heart of the abandoned believer was also beating in the warm nest. "

Just like that, he put his hand on his heart, with a restrained but clean smile under his hair—"A feeling that I have never felt before, it seems that the feeling called 'love' is sprouting here. It takes root in the wrong soil, But let the thorns entangle the heart, it is full of blood..."

Under Xie Gongxuan's silent gaze, that dangerous feeling that never left his side turned into a quietly burning flame in the lotus lamp—it wasn't bright, but it had a real temperature.

He said——"But I can't let go of this feeling at all."

"Worshipers who forsake the consecrated serve you as a new god, who will set upon the throne a boundless lamp lit day and night, until the day you are no longer needed.

"I'm willing to 'forget you and everything about you', just—"

His earnest words are accompanied by the melody like a poem, entangled into eyes like praying.It seems that he has pushed himself into the humble dust, but he is full of arrogance and arrogance.

"Just can you keep this feeling called 'love' for me?"

Xie Gongxuan let go of her hair, and finally just smiled quietly.

His last prayer... like the sad end of a cello.

"It doesn't take much, just a little...don't make me forget this feeling, okay?"

The kind of thing that never existed, that has always been nothingness on the extension line of his life, that makes him shaken and confused, so that he is covered in blood and is unwilling to part with it——

The light that lit up the heart region for a moment, finally touched the regression line like a signal when it was about to reach his side, and left towards a farther and farther place——

From here on, it will be an eternal night again.

The performance of the believers has ended, but in the remote space facing the cross, God has tightly closed the door to eternal life.

She said: "I'm sorry. God has eternal temperature, but I only embrace limited light—"

"That light is only enough to illuminate one person."

……

The girl on the glacier was swallowed by the cracked ice into the cold sea,

The cooling daylight of Russia today,

Nor can it reach Murmansk in the eternal polar night in the Arctic Circle.

Freeze it, freeze it.

At least the piano music laid out in advance,

will live forever in the memory of another.

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