[War and Peace] Time travel to become a princess

After going home, entering the palace, and stepping into this courtyard again, it was already three days later.

They didn't know what happened in the palace during those three days, but everyone, after seeing him, chose to respect him.

Andre saw his relatives, his friends.Pierre and Natasha are already together, and Maria says she has found happiness too.They seem to be tied together by something.

They are all teenagers!Seeing each other again, they seem to have grown old, and they still seem to have the youthful faces of yesterday.

His son is so old, wearing a small uniform, looking at him with a pair of big eyes, a little strange, a little suspicious, but when he kissed him, the child burst into tears in an instant, babbling as if it was back then Baby when he left.

He didn't know how the day passed, only that when night fell, when he entered her room for the first time, everything seemed clear.

"I don't seem to have ever invited you to dance." He whispered against her forehead.

"You can do it now." She replied tremblingly.

Under the moonlight, he held her waist without accompaniment, but he knew that this was the best waltz.

Andre saw the blonde girl in front of him cry, since she knew him, she always seemed to have endless tears.The crying like a child is gone, and the pain like that at the station has been soothed, but the pain in my heart has never been better.

He lovingly kissed her forehead, from the tip of her brow to the corner of her eye.The pair of emerald green eyes were illuminated by the moonlight, with only a faint brilliance, as clear as fragile treasures.

He kissed her eyelashes, salty, her tears, and then lowered his head to kiss her rose-colored lips.

He never did.Kissing is an instinct and a desire of human beings, but it has never been thought that the contact between lips can have so many words and emotions.

She stood on tiptoe, raised her head, and stretched her hands from the man's shoulders around his neck. The skin there had been roughened by years of sunburn, and it felt like fine sandpaper, which made people feel distressed.

How are you all these years?

Have you been in pain all these years?

No matter how much you love each other, you will completely forget your own pain and injury from the beginning to the end, which is clearly right in front of your eyes, and what you miss is everything about the other party.

Helen didn't know.She never thought about it.Time is a luxury torment for her, but now, she just wants to stare firmly at the other person's sea-blue eyes, like the gentle sea, which is the way home of her heart.

The moonlight is as cool as water, and the night wind lifts up the tulle, entangled like a pair of lovers.

on the bed.Helen rested her pillow on the man's chest, cautiously, and he raised his hand, allowing her gently.

"Lie down and let me feel you."

So she lay down as she said, with her palms pressed against his warm chest.

"Plop-plop-"

"Heartbeat..." she murmured, tears running down the corners of her eyes.

"because of you."

"I've been waiting for you for a long time."

"I know."

"If you don't keep showing up..."

He looked up at her, and the blonde girl straightened her body, staring at him with green eyes, her lips trembling slightly.

"What about you?" he asked, his voice hoarse and tense.

She smiled slightly, with tears and determination, like the brightest flower in spring.

"Keep waiting, until, waiting for you for the rest of your life..."

A lifetime is not very long.She had thought about it.If you can't wait, wait forever.Then in the next life, she will never become a woman again, she can only wait and cannot fight together.

The wedding was scheduled for early fall, because they were all waiting for someone, and they all knew he would come.Because someone here is missing him.

The war is over, and a new life has come.People need something festive to keep them busy.Ever since Alina lost her eldest son, she had been suffering from dementia for a period of time as if she had a disease. She could live a normal life, but at night, she always got up habitually.

Helen almost collapsed the first time, she was afraid that her mother would not think about doing something stupid, but fortunately they found her in Hippolyte's room at the end.

At that time, the mother did nothing but moved a stool and sat by the bed, with her right hand resting on the flat quilt, humming songs for the baby.In the mother's consciousness, the son never grew up, just the baby who needed to be put to sleep.It was at that moment that after many days of suffering and pretending to be strong, she finally burst into tears.

A person is really lucky.That was the first time she resented Andre, why could he easily abandon himself and let him face all this alone?Why didn't he even have a phantom like a dream when she needed him?

But her anger finally disappeared amidst Nikolaenka's sobs. He said, Helen, don't die.He said, Helen, if you are gone, little Koko will have no home.

Yeah, he's lost so much at such a young age, he already knows how to spell "home" in several languages, but none of them have ever given him a real home.

Therefore, she restrained those emotions of anger due to sadness, those tears.Because she knew that she was really, never complaining about him.

There are always some people who will lose more than her, and how lucky she is to have so much love.Nikolenka's sobbing words made Helen understand and made a decision, just like she had promised Hippolyte.

To live, when you can still breathe, you must smile at the world, and you must be happy.

Since then, she sewed sadness into the wound, and she faced everything with strength.Hippolyte died, Antoni was seriously injured, and he couldn't even attend Hippolyte's funeral, and then he left.He said he was going somewhere.He was born in Russia, but spent most of his life in France, and it seems strange until now, so he wants to see it.

Helen didn't try to dissuade him.Because she knows that everyone has their own way to deal with their heartache, because the living people need to live well.

Anatoly's leg was hurt, and she couldn't see it when she was standing, but when she was walking, she had seen people's sympathetic and regretful eyes more than once.Several times, she would cry silently while he just grinned and stroked her head like a small animal in need of care.

They both understand what each other lost, so in the remaining years, they will be even closer.Because they all know that the person who missed the appointment wants to see them happy.

So, just be happy, be ruthlessly happy.

The wedding was still being prepared, and Helen had been conflicted about how to tell Nikolenka about it.Alina said she could explain, but in the end, Helen decided to let her tell.

There was concern in Andre's eyes, but Helen just smiled and told him she was fine.

That afternoon Nikolenka was playing in the garden.Holding the small shovel made for him by Dorokhov in his little hand, he now has a small flower garden of his own. The pearl was made into a necklace according to his requirements, and hung on his tender neck with a soft rope superior.

"Helen!" When he saw her, he greeted her with a small shovel in his hands. His small pearl-colored teeth were lined up neatly, and he looked childish and cute with the small dimples.

"The flowers are blooming, so beautiful!" She admired sincerely, squatting on the ground, her hanging skirt was as clear as the blue sky.

"In the future, when I grow up, I will plant many, many roses that you like." Nikolenka said softly, with a smile as bright as a flower.

She was moved.Such a warm scene was actually reluctant to be broken, but later, he still asked cautiously: "If Helen and Xiao Keke's father get married, would you accept it?"

The movement of the boy's hands paused, the long eyelashes drooped, and the sun fell on them, casting a faint shadow.

Helen's heart began to tighten. She felt that she might have screwed up, but Nikolenka just turned her head and looked at her as if she had made a great determination, but her voice sounded a little choked up.