glass lover

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Marshal Oberstein took advantage of the emperor's critical illness to lead the Remnants of the Earth Religion into the Belsadi Palace to eliminate them in one fell swoop, but he himself was accidentally bombed to death. That happened on July 26.When I heard the news of the bombing in the palace that day, I braved the storm and rushed to the official residence immediately.It was only a week since I last saw him.

The Chief Cabinet Secretary of the Ministry of Military Affairs personally delivered the suicide note to my father. I couldn't say anything to comfort my sad father.

"His Excellency the Military Affairs Minister's last words are that the content of this will must be executed verbatim. Also, there are not many days left, so please do as you please. And..."

"Anything else?" I asked calmly.

"Also, Your Excellency the Minister of Military Affairs told me that you must remember to feed the dog chicken."

"Thank you for conveying." I took the suicide note and walked the Chief Cabinet to the door steadily.

The sharp contrast between the two of us elicited a curious look from the Chief Cabinet Secretary.But after all, it was inconvenient for him to ask anything, so he left.

"...Why? Why did Mr. pass away like this?" Dad collapsed on the sofa in disbelief and murmured.

I unfolded the letterhead in the sky-blue envelope, and the thick and powerful handwriting was the same as the new one. My fingertips touched the back of the letterhead lightly, feeling the strokes of the brush penetrating through the back of the paper, as if there was still a breath of life engraved inside.

"...The design and construction committee of the cemetery is under the sole responsibility of Ms. Rabeinat."

You, who don't care about reputation before and after death, actually care who writes your tombstone.I smile slightly.This sentence is sandwiched among other items of explanation, and if one is not paying attention, he will miss it.You quietly entrusted this matter to me, and you must believe that I will fulfill this promise.

Heidi opened the door when they sent you back.Poor girl!She asked me bluntly why I didn't look sad at all.I shook my head and didn't answer.

Now I'm alone in my room on the first floor, and you're lying next to me in the cold freezer.Dad is busy outside and has no time to supervise me.

The moment of death must be very painful, look at what kind of injury you suffered.But the people around you at that time have witnessed your calmness.I guess, in fact, maybe you didn't want to continue the first aid and died.

When you close your eyes, what do you think of?The future of Luo Chenglan Dynasty?Are the remnants of the Earth Cult truly wiped out?Some people say that before a person dies, many fragments and memories of his life will emerge.Will you miss your mother?Will you think of that dark childhood with only sound?

I got up and went to the living room to get my briefcase, which contained my pencil case and sketchbook.I quietly unfold the sketchbook and draw a portrait for you.Unlike the first time I took a portrait of you more than ten years ago, today there is no wonderful and beautiful May sun brushing against your cheeks, and your hair no longer has the stunning color it used to have.The glass of the safe only penetrates the dim light miserly, revealing your pale appearance.

The room was very quiet, except for the ticking of the clock and the sound of my pencil drawing on the sketch paper.Every time I draw a stroke, a memory scene floats in my heart.

You leaned against the door with a half-smile, "...you just changed the place of this mess."

"Remember to feed me Hugo." Then you turn and walk out the door.

"Let's go, white goes first." I woke up from the fantasy of chaotic desires by your voice.

"Take a good political and ideological class." You reminded me, who was young and angry.

"I heard that you like painting very much. Let this be a welcome gift." You handed me a small blue package.

"Margaret..." You kissed me.

"You expect too much from me." You bandaged the wound on my hand.

"Why are you here?" In the dark stairwell, the question seemed to hollow out my whole being.

I know I can't draw well, just like I did your portrait when I was a child.I know that no matter what I do, I can't bear to draw the breath of death for you.I looked at the you on the paper, and it was clearly the you I wanted to see now, not the you now.

Many masterpieces of art history that I studied hard at school before flashed through my mind. Various death scenes, including martyrdom, suicide, assassination, death of illness, crucifixion, mourning, and death. Hell's angels punish fallen souls... I smiled wryly.You don't seem to fall into any of these categories.

I finished the painting quickly anyway.I turned my head and said softly to you in the safe:

"what do you think?"

……"not good."

……"Why?"

... "The painting is so beautiful, it shouldn't look like me."

I was stunned like a thunderbolt.The tears finally fell uncontrollably.

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Because Emperor Reinhard I passed away at the same time, everyone focused on the death of the emperor, and the funeral of the Minister of Military Affairs seemed a lot sloppy in comparison.

I stood in the late summer sunset, quietly staring at the gray marble tombstone.I personally selected the stone, and found such a good material through several well-known sculptors I know well.

The pattern is designed by me.The trim, which combines abstract elements of several different styles, and the ancient hand-written lettering were found in a history book treasured by Mr. Oberstein.I don't think he wanted an epitaph, and he didn't need it, so I simply wrote his name and dates of birth and death, and that was enough.

When sorting out his relics, in a corner of the study, a cupboard was full of medals and commendations he had received, as well as military uniforms and rank badges from the Golden Tree Dynasty era, certificates of merit and transcripts from the Military Academy era. , graduation certificate... I made my own decision and donated all these things to the Military History Museum, and kept none of them for my own collection.

The will left a very considerable amount of property to my father, as well as a very generous severance for each of the servants.After the country took back the official residence, Dad decided to go back to Odin first, Mrs. Ferrer wanted to go back to her hometown to join her son, and Heidi was at a loss about her future.

On the day we broke up, I invited Heidi to drink tea.She told me that she has found a new job and will continue to stay here.

"You are still so young, don't lose the courage to find your way."

"Thank you for helping me these days. But, I want to know..."

Heidi looked at me curiously and puzzled, "You really used to belong to Mr....?"

I shook my head slowly, "Has Mr. said that? Did he admit it?"

Heidi was blocked by my words, and he also knew that it would be impossible to prove anything by asking this question.She tilted her head and thought for a while, then said, "What if someone wants to ask me about this after a long time?"

I shrugged, "You said it doesn't mean anything, not to mention there are many things you don't know."

The young girl blinked and had no further comments on what I said.I took out the pen case and took out a business card of my own to give to her:

"Although our time together is very short, I'm still very happy to meet you. This business card is given to you. If you encounter any difficulties, you can tell me. My ability is limited, but I will do my best to help where I can."

Heidi looked at my pencil case and said in a soft, almost inaudible voice, "It's so beautiful."

I heard it, but I put the pencil case in my briefcase, ignoring her expression of wanting to play with it carefully.

"So, goodbye. If you want, we can keep in touch."

"Thank you, Miss Rabenet."

I got up to call the waiter to check out, and Heidi stretched out her hands to straighten her clothes and walked out of the restaurant.I watched her young back gradually disappear at the intersection, and thought that when I was her age, I was still a young and energetic art college student, busy with homework, dreaming, and spending my youth extravagantly... ...And, talked about the first love in my life...

Since that day, I have lost touch with Heidi.Sometimes when I come to lay flowers at the grave, I think of this girl who I have only known for three weeks, who has short dark brown hair like me, and has a straightforward temper.