Vodai Ecstasy

14

"Pooh."

The girl spat at him mercilessly: "What a wicked person, you only know how to lie and cause trouble. How old are you? What do you think about all day long?"

"I'll be sixteen in a little more than a month." The boy shrugged. "According to the current Muggle laws, I can already get married by then."

The girl covered her face in shame, turned her head and said: "Who is talking to you cunning...Who are you, tell me the truth." After finishing speaking, she stomped her feet angrily: "If you talk nonsense this time, I will Ignore you."

The boy helplessly wiped the raindrops off his face, and sighed: "Why can't I always hide it from you?"

The girl snorted softly, but didn't answer.

"I like you."

The girl's eyes widened again, and she turned her head to look at him, but the boy's serious expression made her look away as if to escape, her heart almost jumped out of her chest, maybe she should be glad that she is only a soul now.

The boy showed no signs of letting her go: "I like you, so don't go anymore. I made you angry before, and you just forgot about me. It's really unfair."

"Okay, don't talk about it," the girl's voice was quick and broken, the red cloud on her face almost made her dizzy, she took a peek at the soaked boy, turned her head again and said, "You're so wet Rain, what should I do if I catch a cold?"

As if a secret reconciliation had been reached, Riddle couldn't help laughing with relief: "You care now that I'm getting rained on?"

"Why are you..." The girl became more and more annoyed, and simply walked forward, but the boy couldn't stop her anyway.

"I was wrong." The boy's voice suddenly became louder, especially clear in the fading rain.

The ghost stopped in its tracks.

"I'm afraid you're leaving again." Riddle strode up, trying to grab the girl, but he could only feel his five fingers passing through the cool air.He smiled bitterly: "Look, I can't stop you, and I can't find you even if you leave. It's my luck to find you this time, but who can guarantee that I will have such good luck in the future?"

The boy didn't give up, he adjusted the position of his five fingers with some stubbornness, trying to completely wrap the ghost's translucent bare hand in his palm.

"If you didn't annoy me, I wouldn't leave so easily." The ghost turned around unconsciously, and the two folded hands separated mercilessly again.

The boy's gaze stayed on the palms of the two people who were staggered. After a while, he said softly, "Then I won't make you angry, so don't leave."

The ghost seemed to be hesitating.

Riddle turned his face and looked at the dead tree beside him that was about to shed all its yellow leaves: "Do you know how time flows?"

"The dead are like this, day and night." The girl blinked, not understanding why he said this.

"Is that the expression of your hometown?" The boy didn't bother with this question, the heavy rain pierced the spider web into a transparent chessboard, and the spherical water droplets reflected countless fat or thin faces of them: "For wizards, time is more than this A fluid form."

"For example, go back to the past?" The girl is very smart.

Riddle shrugged: "The Egyptians thought time was a snake biting its own tail."

"The past happened tomorrow, and the story of tomorrow has already happened in the past." The girl thought for a while, "There is nothing new under the sun. According to this statement, do you mean that we will definitely meet in the future? "

"The future is too far away, I just want to seize the present."

The boy lowered his head slightly: "Your time has stopped, mine is still flowing, wait for me..." He didn't seem to like this word: "...you will still be like this when I die, so stay here for now. Come down, time means nothing to you, does it?"

He blinked, like a cautious gambler trying to increase his chips: "I can help you with things you can't remember; I can help you find out the past you have forgotten."

The rain that had been raging for a whole day finally stopped, and the air was filled with the smell of damp earth, mixed with a little fragrance of grass and dead leaves. It was getting late, but a desolate white light rose from the intersection of the sky and the distant mountains.

It was obviously a featureless landscape, but Riddle remembered it very clearly.

A dead leaf fell around the ghost's shoulder and landed beside the boy's feet. She looked up at the twilight and sighed softly: "Find a place to dry you first, don't get sick."

As if to cooperate with her, the boy suddenly sneezed.

The girl looked at the pale boy who was finally showing weakness, and suddenly laughed.

Riddle didn't like the decoration style of the Grand Hotel. He always felt that the little old man piled up too much useless garbage in his hotel, such as magical animal specimens he collected from all over the place, or large and small Meteorite fragments sealed in vials and cans, and a pile of dusty magazines that have long since passed the ages.Moreover, the big brass clock in his store had stopped turning long ago, even so, the little old man would still look at the motionless pointer every time, muttering that it was 32:[-], and it would be [-]:[-] in the afternoon.

But he had to admit that it was this chaotic environment, coupled with the only old man who was deaf, that was the best place he could find for Daiyu so far.

Apparently, Daiyu’s eyes are completely different from the world he sees. She looks with great interest at the slowly moving shells on the wall and the glowing stars suspended under the ceiling. The starlight travels on her skirt and penetrates her. Translucent skin, as if she was about to disappear with the starry sky.

Riddle shook his head, trying to drive away all these boring thoughts.I have to say that magic is a good thing. Even though this hotel has been open for so many years, everything in the room is still spotless. Riddle would bet that the best spell old man Grande used in his life should be to clean it up. .

"These stars are so beautiful, so strange, I seem to have seen such a scene in other places." Daiyu said to him with a smile.

Ravenclaw's lounge, the boy thought silently, but he has never been there. Regarding Ravenclaw, the most recent impression is that Olivia Scheer, who maintains Daiyu, is a nerd.

Her observation paper on Daiyu was well written, and some of the details he hadn't observed, the nerd had helped him a lot without knowing what Daiyu was.

"Why don't you hurry up and take a shower and change your clothes." The girl blushed a little, it seemed that these weird things in the room didn't fully occupy her attention.

Riddle was not in a hurry, he slowly approached the ghost, and said sincerely, "I'm afraid you're leaving again."

The girl's face became even redder, she stretched out her hand and wanted to push him, but the push was in vain again, she could only turn around and bow her head and said: "What nonsense, I won't leave, it's over."

"Can you reach out?"

The girl stretched out her hands suspiciously. Those hands were white and clean, with slender fingers. The Creator must have been so happy when he created her, otherwise he wouldn't have dumped so many beautiful things on her.But Riddle felt that if he could truly touch these hands and feel the blood flow under her delicate skin, it would be more than a hundred times better than it is now.

He took out a piece of red string from his pocket, which he bought from a traveling merchant some time ago, and it wasn't worth a few Sikes, and he didn't know why he had to spend money on this seemingly useless thing.

But when he saw this piece of red rope, he suddenly thought of the red thread used by the ghost to tie his hair. The red thread always hangs obediently on the ghost's black hair, so he bought it by accident, but this thing What's the use, he doesn't know, so it has been silent in his pocket until now.

He couldn't cast a spell on the soul in front of him, but the red rope couldn't escape the influence of magic as easily as she did. He carefully wrapped the rope around the ghost's wrist, and then tied it to her according to the vague image of those girls in his memory. There is a not-so-good-looking knot on it.

The ghost seemed to want to run away, and struggled slightly with his wrist, but finally stopped.

The boy carefully moved his hands away, and the rope remained on the ghost's wrist. He took out his wand and tapped it, but the knot did not disappear.

Riddle finally smiled contentedly.

"What is this? Where did the dirty thing come from?" The ghost was obviously not quite used to it.

"Amulet." The boy suppressed a smile and said, "There is no other master before me, trust me."

"You are the most unreliable one." The girl gave him a blank look, then turned her head and sat down on the bed: "The rope is also tied, now you can go and clean yourself up at ease?"

The boy took out a book from the bookshelf and put it in front of the ghost, and then walked into the bathroom in peace.The door lock made a clear sound, the girl turned her back to the door, looked at the red thread in her hand in a daze, and couldn't help sighing.

Riddle was a liar boy, and she didn't know why she relented.It's just that when he said "I like you", she saw a trace of sincerity under the mask full of lies, not too much, an inaudible crack, maybe he didn't realize it himself.

She didn't know if there was a boy who had confessed to her so bluntly before, but his sudden appearance today made her blush and flustered until now.

Maybe it was too sudden.

She couldn't remember why she left before, and her memory was completely blank, but since he promised to help her find the past, she might as well follow him.

Anyway, as he said, her time has stopped, and time has no greater meaning to her.

Maybe these are just excuses, and she doesn't know what's wrong with herself.

Soft-heartedness has become a habit, she doesn't know what kind of abyss awaits her, but she is not afraid.That's it, the ghost sighed softly, and gathered up the robe that the boy had thrown on the chair.

Never die again, she thought.

The fireplace ignited automatically as she approached, and the ghost carefully stretched the boy's black robe, the soaked material cold to the touch like a sheet of soft ice.

The sound of water in the bathroom was a bit vague, and the flame in the fireplace was as quiet as a dream. The girl's pearly white fingertips were gently stroking the snake emblem on the school uniform, and the black fabric was gradually drying, exuding a warm fragrance.

She unconsciously took a deep breath, and the whole room, since no one knew when, was full of the smell of that boy.