Water lanterns and dreams in 1 nights

baby.

The woman in the blue dress rang the bell to call the maid and gave her some orders.Her voice is indeed very pleasant, but the language she uses is different from any one I have heard before. I don't understand what she means. From the results later, I should ask her to fetch a basin of hot water to wipe my face.

When the warm silk cloth wiped my face, I closed my eyes tightly, thinking that this was just a too real dream, and I could wake up when I decided to wake up, but the result was not what I wanted, my sleep was like a dream. The normal baby seems to be much more than normal. The moon has set and the sun has risen again.

Before that, I heard the story of Zhuang Zhou dreaming of a butterfly. After Huang Liang woke up from his dream, he didn’t know whether it was a butterfly dreaming of a man or a human dreaming of a butterfly. Not as realistic as my dream of being a baby.The problem is, I'm starting to wonder if I'm really in a dream.Because everything around is too real, the aroma of indoor flowers, the sweetness of milk, the touch of fingers dipped in hot water, the temperature of a woman’s body and her light breathing, all these phenomena are persuading me to accept that this is a real world.I just don't understand why I'm here, I've read many stories, some of the protagonists will also move to some unknown country, but they are either told what to do, or have the ambition to do so, they always have their own destiny.In comparison, my life is too ordinary and careless, and I even lack personal desires.I have no destiny to fulfill, nor do I want to be interfered with by fate.

Anyway, I lived here for a while, and it turned out that it was actually a vast estate, and the woman in the blue dress was my wet nurse.In spite of the fact that there were other women who provided my milk, what she actually assumed was the obligation to take care of and raise me.When the weather is good, she will take me out for a walk under the clear sky. The range is limited to the garden, and I can hardly go outside the manor, and I am not allowed to go out. According to her, there are many swamps and forests outside the manor. For us It's too dangerous, so it's best not to go out, and it's best to stay within her sight.This is what she told me when I started to speak their language.

language.When I basically mastered it, I had already learned to walk. Compared with ordinary children, the experience of walking as a human being for the first time was quite beneficial. After the bones grew, I almost completed this step quite easily.The wet nurse is very proud of me. She is a simple and kind woman. She is full of love for me as a child. I am the child she raised with her own hands. The natural desire to protect me often bothers me. She does not allow it when it rains. I sit by the closed window because "the gloomy view outside is not good for my mood", also not allowed to go to bed too late, it is "not good for the growth of my bones", sometimes she is right, sometimes her nervousness calls I feel too intrusive and a bit annoyed.

But I agree that she is sincerely trying to be good for me, so she tries to isolate those gloomy and oppressive things from my side.Some nights when I woke up, I saw her writing letters on the table by the dim candle light. I think it was written to her employer, that is, my family. I tried to ask her these questions. Hurt, try to piece together a beautiful illusion: I am the crystallization of my parents' love, my mother spent her life trying to keep me, but my father mourned too much and damaged his body, so he couldn't take care of me, so he entrusted me to she.This story is almost like a replica of my life experience in the real world. I can't help laughing at myself that maybe I really don't have any parents. The fact is that I quickly realized that it is not the case, or not all. She has been avoiding talking about my parents. If they had actually written to me, she would have gladly read it to me, for she has been writing unilaterally without hearing back.

Such speculation did not make me too depressed. Since my own mood swings are minimal, in order to make myself look normal, I still cater to her guess. When I don’t get greetings from my parents, I feel sad, which breaks her heart. In order to make up for it, Find me many novel gadgets to amuse me.In fact, she doesn't need to bother so much, I don't think there is anything wrong with it at all, I am used to being unrestrained, and I may not be able to get along comfortably with a pair of parents.

One day, when I grew up safely to the age of six, my poor wet nurse had to say goodbye to me with a broken heart.It seems that for some reason my father wrote to her, saying that he would take me back to the main house on June [-]th. This news made my wet nurse both happy and sad, and when she was packing me with tears, she called I sat on the side, looking up at my direction from time to time, as if I could draw some strength from it.

The carriage stopped at the gate of the manor, and the outside world where she has been prohibiting me from coming out does not look so dangerous, and it can even be called quite beautiful.The wind in June turned the wilderness and forest green, and the pleasant shades of green stretched to the horizon. I don't know where the swamp she was talking about, but it should be very deep in the forest.She was still wearing that blue dress, her eyes were red, she squatted down and looked into my eyes, and asked sadly: "Will you remember me?" After I nodded, her lips trembled, almost emotionally controlled, but she Still stood up immediately, with warm and soft lips to put a kiss on my forehead.When I got on the bumpy carriage and opened the curtain of the small square window to look back, the nurse was still standing there waving to me, so she looked very thin, and the blue of the skirt was like the first time I saw her , except this time I want to stay away from her.When the carriage had gone a long way, I could still see a vague black spot standing there through the window.

3. Duke 02

My father, Sutherland, came from one of the most prominent aristocratic families of the dynasty - Fitzgerald, who succeeded as the eldest son the title of duke, rich The possessions and vast territories of the enemy country became the fifth Duke of Fitzgerald.It is said that he is a devout believer, rigorous and deep in self-denial, a lord who is outstanding in judging law and tolerance, and at the same time philanthropic, knowledgeable, proficient in poetry and art, although his words are slightly cold, it highlights his character Noble and majestic.

These almost flattering words came from my dear nurse, who somehow had a deep reverence for my father whom I hadn't seen in six years. image.No, I can see clearly that this is not a love language uttered by a woman's admiration for a man, she really said it from the bottom of her heart.This confuses me, not only for the benevolent duke she described, but for the whole world, it sounds too harsh to put your newborn son in the care of others and not see each other for six years. unreasonable.

The carriage kept bumping all the way, and the attendant took care of me, a six-year-old child, and ordered the driver to slow down.I can see that they behave with respect, not only because I am their master's child, like my nurse, but they also talk about my father with respect, and tell me how the duke used to defend against foreign enemies. An ingenious way to repel the savages and make them flee.Because of the different perspectives of men and women, their narration is slightly different from the nurse's story but does not contradict it. They are two sides of a person.I have to admit that the more I listen to them talk, the more curious and anticipating I am about to meet my father.

I left the place where I grew up since I was a child in June when the green was gradually dyed, and it was mid-July when I arrived at the duke’s territory, and it was already hot in August when I actually arrived at my so-called "hometown" Turandot. I half opened the curtains and looked out. The golden sunlight covered the whole road and people, and everyone's face was so full of vitality.The stalls are full of melons and fruits, handicrafts and rare things brought by merchants from foreign lands. On the roof of the dyeing workshop, the freshly dyed bright red cloth is drying. The circus has set up a tent for the evening performance. Take a break, which house starts cooking so early, the aroma of the food attracts a wild dog to lie on their window, and in a slightly colder corner sits a homeless man with a golden geranium in his ear, blowing A clarinet, the clear sound spread all the way to me walking far away.

Gold and red, these are the colors that impressed me when I first entered this city.Choosing between many emotions, I would say that my emotions are leaning towards happiness at this time. Such a street gives me a light and cheerful atmosphere, and I don't think it feels bad.But the light and dry mood like dry straw quickly diminished after I actually stepped into Sutherland's manor, where there was another atmosphere, thicker, more elegant, and even with some slender melancholy.Finely constructed lawn plants, exotic and fresh flowers that can be seen everywhere, various sculptures with strange styles, and simple castle buildings, while being beautiful, they naturally create a sense of distance. You can clearly understand this beauty when you see it. It is not for common people, it belongs to a refined and clear-minded person, and must be rich and powerful.

And the first time I met the Duke was not in the study, reception room or other places.When the attendants sent me outside the gate of the manor, the butler automatically took over. They could drink water, rest, and feed the horses.The steward told me that the Duke had received the news of my arrival in the morning, and he was sitting in the garden after afternoon tea