The Sick Beauty in the Republic of China

Wang Luan opened the diary. The timeline was about seven or eight years ago. He quickly found the page written by the boy Ian on the steps of the stairs, and then read down.

"Luther found a book, and I asked where it came from, and he told me he stole it from the nuns. God, why did he do this, and I advised him to hurry up before he was found out. Some went back, but he laughed and read it aloud."

"The love, issame with the coal... let it wilfully, that must scorcha heart!"[1]

"I have to admit, these sentences are written so true, whenever I think of that person, my heart really seems to burn."

Wang Luan's fingertips slid across the faded pen writing, and he understood the sentence above, as well as the youthful but burning secret love.

After that, there were a few more calm pages of daily life, until Ian mentioned "that person" again.

"He taught me another piece of music today. He stood beside me, and my fingers started to play involuntarily. He was so happy, thanking God for giving me such a talent...but God knows when he When I praise God, I just want to praise him.

May God forgive me.

But how could God forgive me like this.

Ps The old leather is a bit old and the sound it pops is not so good, they said they will replace it in a few days, but I want to keep it. "

Wang Luan looked at the diary and sighed softly, then Qi Chensheng put his hands on his shoulders, as if silently comforting him.

Ian was standing in front of them, looking down at the handwriting he had left in the past. Although he never said anything, the faint gold fragments lingered around him all the time. stand up.

Like the melting sunshine, among the intertwined vines, the light gradually shines down, illuminating the already decayed piano "old skin", and then beside it, two standing and sitting together appear. figure.

The incomplete keys can no longer produce sound, but the simple and holy music seems to have transcended time, echoing in this tree pit covered with fallen leaves.

Wang Luan was holding the diary in his hand, but his gaze stayed on the figure beside the piano.

The young man who was sitting should be Ian. Although he couldn't see his expression clearly, Wang Luan could feel the suppressed joy and entanglement in his heart at the moment.

While playing the piano, he raised his head from time to time, looking at the priest standing beside him.But the priest looked down at him, as if he was gently encouraging, but also as if he was delighted by his talent.

The sound of the music gradually faded away, and the phantom formed by flowing gold began to dissipate. The young Ian looked there for a long time, and the goshawk flew up from Qi Chensheng's walking stick, howling and waving away the last phantom.

At this moment, young Ian slowly looked away, and said to Wang Luan in a low voice: "Let's continue watching..."

Wang Luan nodded. The connection between him and Canary allowed him to sense Ian's mood at the moment. He was fragile but didn't want to be comforted by others.

So he chose to flip through the diary and continue to search for records that might be related to this.After that, for about two years, Ian buried his feelings deeply in his heart.

He suffered from it, but also took joy from it. He enjoyed every contact with that priest, but he clearly realized that the other party's love for him was completely elder's love, and there was no possibility of ambiguity at all.

At the same time, he also mentioned that as the group of orphans grew up, the priest began to intentionally guide them to get in touch with the environment outside the church.

It's a pity, maybe it is precisely because of this that it really became the beginning of Ian's misfortune.In the last pages of his diary he wrote:

"...Luther hasn't spoken to Triss for a long time, but he doesn't seem to care at all. He often sneaks out of the church these days. I asked him what he did, but he only said that he was trying to improve for fun."

"I don't know what is more interesting. I would rather stay in the church forever than the outside world."

After another two or three pages, his handwriting suddenly became a little messy. Although he didn't explain it, Wang Luan still felt a trace of fear between the lines: "Luther suddenly became very interested in my diary and pestered me to show it to him. He was almost snatched by him."

"I want to find a place to hide the diary well, and it must not be seen by him..."

The contents of the diary ended here, and a bad feeling came to Wang Luan's heart.

Although the "Luther" Ian repeatedly mentioned was a child who grew up with him, Wang Luan could feel that Luther's character was not as pure and kind as his.

The end of this diary may not be out of Ian's subjective will, but was interrupted by someone, and the reason for the interruption——

Very likely, it has something to do with that "Luther".

Luther finally got Ian's diary and guessed who he had a crush on.No, maybe Luther didn't need to guess at all. Wang Luan recalled the photo of the children and Father Chinon in front of the piano. He, a person who has been in contact with this matter for many years, can perceive it, let alone It was Luther who really got along with them every day.

What will he do when he finds out?Tell on Ian to the church?

Wang Luan always felt that things would not be so simple, and they could never underestimate the dark side of people's hearts.

At this moment, Wang Luan suddenly heard rustling sounds from the vines above them, like someone's footsteps accidentally left behind.

He immediately became alert, turned his eyes to look at Qi Chensheng, but Qi Chensheng's expression was only light, as if he had known it before and said: "Someone is following us."

"Then you still—" Wang Luan couldn't help being a little anxious when he heard it suddenly, but soon he understood what Qi Chensheng meant.

At this time, the people who are determined to follow up are really unlikely to be people who have nothing to do with the events of the year. Since they are people who are related, then don't they come to give them clues for nothing?

Thinking of this, Qi Chensheng also just looked at him, and then silently raised the gentleman's stick in his hand, and the goshawk hovering beside Ian swiftly flapped its wings and flew towards the vines.

A moment later, they heard the woman's exclamation, and then a figure in a nun's black robe fell from above.

The black veil on her head covered her face in embarrassment, some old and thin hands struggled, and finally tore it off, revealing the face that was always serious.

Not knowing whether it was unexpected or expected, Wang Luan slightly tightened his hand holding the diary, and looked at the nun Tim who fell on the ground.

Sister Tim managed to suppress her panic. At first she looked at Wang Luan and Qi Chensheng accusingly, but almost instantly, she was attracted by Ian who was standing beside her.

"Why are you back!"

She pointed at Ian angrily, her staid face became even more ferocious, and her voice was full of anger.

Wang Luan immediately realized that something was wrong. Mammy Tim was purely angry when facing Ian, without any fear at all, as if—she didn't even know that Ian had died.

Sure enough, he heard Sister Tim continue to roar: "Since Father Chinon has already let you go, why did you come back!"

Facing the constant accusations from Sister Tim, Ian was obviously at a loss. He hadn't fully remembered what happened back then, but he was almost instinctively afraid of this stern Sister Tim, which made his thoughts More and more confusion.

"He... asked me to leave..."

"Leave... come back, why... come back..."

He stood there whispering, raised his hands indiscriminately and hugged his head, the blond hair overflowed from between his pale fingers, becoming more and more fragile and beautiful.

The goshawk in mid-air screamed loudly again, and Sister Tim felt lingering fear of the "monster" that grabbed him from the ground, and her voice of accusing Ian became quieter.

Qi Chensheng looked at her coldly, the gentleman's staff in his hand knocked on the fallen leaves, making a rustling sound, obviously the movement was not much, but it sent chills down Mammy Tim's back.

She finally wanted to look away from Ian, but was suppressed by an invisible momentum, she didn't dare to look up at Qi Chensheng, but heard his extremely cold voice:

"It seems that Mammy is very clear about what happened back then."

"Since it's already here, why don't you just say it and let us listen."

Sister Tim's whole body trembled uncontrollably, but she still tried her best to keep sitting upright, pulled the messy black veil in front of her, and said seriously: "I don't know what you are talking about."

"Although you are guests, it's better not to walk around here casually."

Qi Chensheng's attitude towards her was not surprising. He put his hand on Wang Luan's shoulder that had never been attached to a gentleman's stick, and his eyes moved slightly. Although Ian, who was standing next to them, was still in confusion, he irresistibly received Qi Chensheng's attention. eyes.

Fragmented golden light spilled out of his body again, slowly and quickly, some disorderly condensed in the mid-air, and gradually merged into a dark church, burning candles illuminated the high place, the crucified Jesus A huge cross, and an old wooden piano below.

At the beginning, no one took the initiative to play the piano that he practiced the most back then. Because of Ian's intermittent strength, the song also fluctuated up and down, forming a strange tone in the dark.

Sister Tim had never seen this before, and her eyes were stained with lingering horror. Facing Ian like this, all she could think of was: "You... how could you, how could you be like this... ...Could it be that you have degenerated into a demon?!"

She looked at Ian, and all the things that had been ignored before began to magnify infinitely--his appearance has hardly changed since the year he left!

He must have become a devil, a devil!