Vodai Ecstasy

The rain in the south of the Yangtze River is always lingering and sad, from day to night without stopping, but neither the little girl by the window nor Riddle seems to be able to feel the cold rain, because the former is in a warm room, and the couple The oven was burning vigorously, it seemed that the little girl was afraid of catching a cold, and the latter was just a passerby who was browsing this memory.

The tall boy leaned against the window and looked down at the little girl's writing. She had already finished the homework assigned by her husband, but she continued to read the copybook seriously as if she had become addicted.Riddle looked at it carefully, and took the wand in his hand to imitate her to write stroke by stroke. Oriental square characters are really troublesome, which made him look back on the confusion when he was taught by ghosts in the orphanage when he was a child. .

Maybe not even a ghost, just a shadow.

It’s just that Riddle couldn’t figure it out. He was taught Chinese by Daiyu in the orphanage. A few years later, he still learned Chinese from Daiyu’s memory, and the teacher was still the younger Miss Lin. This made him feel a little unwilling After all, Daiyu's English was not taught by him.

What's more, he couldn't understand the content of the little girl.

"...seeing that the five aggregates are empty, to overcome all sufferings."

He could understand most of these words, but Riddle couldn't understand what they meant.And the little girl didn't speak, and he couldn't question a memory.

"Girl, come here! Madam, she..."

The quiet scene was quickly broken by the nanny's voice, Daiyu stood up hastily, seeing the nurse's expression was anxious and discouraged, without bothering the other party to say more, her exquisite heart with seven apertures had already understood most of it.

Suddenly there was a muffled thunder outside the window, and the little girl ran forward in a staggered manner, and soon ran to the house of the mistress.

Lin Ruhai sat on the edge of the bed and frowned, grabbed his wife's hand firmly, his eyes were already red, but when he heard Daiyu's voice, he suppressed the tears again.

Jia Min still breathed a sigh of relief, Daiyu hurriedly stepped forward and grabbed her mother's hand, before she could say anything, she felt that Jia Min grabbed her hard, as if she wanted to take her away, she stared at her reluctantly Said: "Yu'er...my Yu'er..."

Daiyu hurriedly responded, crying, "I'm here..."

Before she could finish calling A Niang, Jia Min suddenly breathed a sigh of relief.Lin Ruhai covered her eyes, and ordered her servants to carry Daiyu out.Riddle looked at all this with his head tilted, not knowing what it was like in his heart.

He has never really experienced the life and death of his relatives. In his impression, people who are related to him by blood are either bastards or trash.Although Daiyu was forced to admire the happy Muggle family for a few days in Daiyu's memory, his attention was always on this little girl who was still ignorant. The sharpness has not really grown, but it is much easier to control.

Now seeing this little girl almost crying to death, he couldn't understand it.Lin Ruhai knew that the little girl couldn't stand this scene, so why did she let her see it?And Dai Yuming knew that Jia Min would not be able to survive for a few days, so how could she cry like this when she saw her?If this is the legendary family relationship, it seems really exhausting.

The little girl was surrounded by the nursing mother, and her crying became weaker. Riddle squatted down and looked at the sad little girl at a level. His little face was already wrinkled, and his eyes were red and swollen. Compared with the non-crying appearance, it was more pleasing to the eye.

The young man looked at her quietly, without any unnecessary movements, until the surroundings gradually darkened, and the windows, doors and houses dissolved into the endless darkness, then Riddle stood up and left this memory.

Miss Lin from the Xiaoxiang Hall was still sleeping, Riddle looked her up, then went to the desk and began to rummage through her books.

Dongfang's square characters are not very easy to read, but he doesn't plan to continue reviewing Daiyu's memory for the time being. His legs are a little numb after squatting for too long just now, but the problem is not there. After crying like that, I suddenly no longer want to watch it anymore.

Probably a little disgusted.

Riddle absently flipped through the book of poems, wondering what it was like to be a parent who could make a little girl cry like that.He hadn't experienced it, and now it seemed that he didn't want to experience this kind of emotion that would only hinder him. Although Dumbledore had always flaunted this emotion, it only disgusted him more.

And he actually ran to another world line for a Muggle, and even gave up the method of immortality that the two monks and priests talked about because of her bewitching, it was really crazy.

Presumably stupidity is really contagious.

He took another look at the sleeping girl under the sleep spell, wondering if it was really worth it?

A Muggle through and through, what does she deserve to do like this?

"Tattoo Peng Gan received his age's wine, drinking swords, how is it like being in Chu's tent?"

What is this again?

Riddle sighed secretly in his heart, he really couldn't understand what she wrote.

And his girl is obsessed with these pen games, like Muggle nobles in another world, meaningless, just a pastime to pass the time.He glanced at the sleeping girl again, and began to seriously consider whether to wake her up. He knew that even a Muggle could do more things with Daiyu's intelligence, instead of being trapped in this small garden. Here, I pass the time with these word games every day.

"Everyone in the world knows that gods are good, but fame and fame can't be forgotten. Where are the ancient and modern generals, and the pile of grass in the barren mound is gone."

Riddle frowned, this voice again, last time they interrupted his good business.The boy didn't hesitate, and disappeared into the air in an instant.

The monks and priests had obviously been waiting for a long time, and when they saw Riddle appearing, they saluted unhurriedly: "My lord, you are polite."

"What's your relationship with her?" Riddle asked coldly.

"It didn't really matter at first, but I was entrusted by an old friend to take care of the fairy grass on her behalf. I also hope that the young master will rein in the precipice, so let her go."

"I'm not interested in your set," Riddle sneered, "I'm just curious, did you make her shadow?"

"What is that?" The monk and Taoist looked at each other, wondering, "Could it be the magic of the master's world?"

"Yes," Riddle briefly explained the shadow and the whole story, and the two of them shook their heads in amazement.

"Then why did you come here?" Riddle was annoyed by the little girl's tears, gradually lost his patience, and sneered again: "Or did you change your mind? Are you willing to teach me how to live forever?"

"Amitabha," the monk saluted first, and continued: "It's not that the two of us are unwilling to teach each other the law of ascension to immortality. I've already sung the song twice, but my son didn't realize it. The opportunity has not come."

"When will that be?"

"Young master is indeed a smart person. If you want to gain the Tao, you should first cut off the thread of love and let go of the fairy grass."

The Taoist went on to say: "Because the fairy grass returned the favor of irrigation back then, it somehow had a relationship with the young master of the other world. This was not what Fairy Jing Huan wanted, so I asked the two of us to come and discuss with the young master again. I hope you can spare Miss Lin and let her fulfill her wish."

"Maybe I can think of this as a negotiation?" Riddle laughed: "But what does her wish have to do with me? What good can I do by agreeing to you? I never believe in those empty promises."

"Young master, if you want to achieve Taoism and longevity, it is better to cut off the mortal relationship as soon as possible."

"In the end, I'm more curious about whether your method is a language game?" Riddle played with his wand, and said indifferently: "According to the method you provided, magicians who want to obtain immortality cannot interfere with this world, so what about you?" Why do you interfere with my actions several times? Or is this just a delaying strategy in your mouth, and you just want to lure me away. "

"The two of us are not good at learning, so we are really not the young master's opponent, but what we say is definitely not false." Realizing Riddle's intention, the Taoist shook his head and sighed: "Young master really doesn't realize it, and we can't stop it, just sigh This world of mortals is rolling around, and the world is impermanent, so young master cherishes himself."

Before the words fell, the two had disappeared.

Riddle snorted coldly, put away his wand, saw the twilight in the east, thought that he should have enough time to come here this time, and he was not in a hurry to go back to the Xiaoxiang Pavilion, he hadn't seen the whole picture of the world well yet.

After casting a spell on himself, the boy went to the market.The Muggles in this world get up quite early, reminding him of the ant nests he saw in the orphanage before. The shops on the street have been opened one after another, and the soup pots and steamers in the shops are constantly emitting heat. The Muggles are not paying attention. Seeing him, the boy simply stood in front of the shop and watched the proprietress roll up her sleeves and scoop up the thick soup spoon by spoon.

It's really a bit like the appearance of Mrs. Cole distributing soup to the orphans before, except that this one has a more professional smile on her face.

Thinking of this, Riddleton lost the interest in continuing to observe. The Muggles in this world are the same as theirs, most of them are female chefs.But apparently, nobles are different from ordinary people, at least he has never seen Daiyu cook, nor has she seen such rough food.

It seems that there is no fundamental difference between here and his world.

Riddle shook his head, just about to leave here, but heard a shrill cry.The young man searched for his reputation, but saw an orphan girl dressed in happy clothes being dragged by several big men to the car and tied up, followed by a mother-in-law and a man. Seeing the eyes cast by the people around them, the two rushed at her with disdain. The crowd shouted: "What are you looking at? Marrying a girl, haven't you seen it? Why don't you leave me alone?"

Riddle tilted his head slightly, seeing that the bride's face was pale with tears. Even if the Orientals don't advocate free love, this is too miserable. It looks more like human trafficking.

"You're so skinny and shameless when you eat Juehu," an old man spat out in hatred, and cursed in a low voice: "What's wrong with this world."

"Keep your voice down," the middle-aged man hastily tugged at the old man's hand and said, "No one would be ashamed of someone who has a poor family. Who told this girl to be so unlucky, she'll be fine with this uncle's house, this villain And even climbed up to the slaves of the Jia family to marry, who dares to come forward?"

"What's wrong with the world," the uncle cursed again, cursing: "The way of heaven is like reincarnation. I just want to see how long this Jia family can run rampant. I don't believe he can live another 100 years in glory."

"You don't know how long he can be prosperous." The middle-aged man hurriedly pulled the old man away: "Be careful not to get into trouble."

The crowd around lowered their heads and pointed, but no one really stood up for the girl who almost fainted from crying.

Riddle tilted his head and looked at it. Although he was crying miserably, this girl was not bad looking. Although he didn't understand the meaning of being out of control, he could probably guess it. Judging from the expression on the face of the commanding man, this girl Should have sold for a good price.

He thought of the little girl who fainted from crying in his memory again, she seemed not much different from the bride in front of him.He had guessed that the noble lady whose parents both died was murdered in a fight for inheritance. Now it seems that Daiyu has no property, and with the protection of the old lady, it seems that there is no need to be poisoned.But there is one thing in common. After all, these so-called relatives are basically disasters.

Even though the bride in front of him was crying miserably, it was still a story that had nothing to do with him. The boy turned his head and wanted to leave.

But at this moment, the crowd heard a burst of exclamation, and the sharp cry was gone.

The boy turned his head suspiciously, but saw that the bride's face was blood red, and it turned out that he had hit the sedan chair railing desperately.

As if she had a flash of inspiration before she died, the girl stared in the direction of Riddle, and fell down amidst everyone's exclamations and uncle's curses.