Invade the white dove

How could Julius's small actions escape Sotiria's eyes?This chick has not only grown its wings, but also learned to "protect its food".

The smile on Sotiria's lips deepened a bit.

"Let's go too." He slanted the roses in Julius's breast pocket, held his hand, and walked towards the most lively village chief's house.

A small village of dozens of households, with the village chief’s thatched cottage as the center, radiating outwards, compactly built with small wooden houses, only a few open spaces in front of and behind the village chief’s house are enough for hundreds of people to gather together .

In the center of the open space is a circular wooden platform about half a meter high, surrounded by flowers and vines. The red carpet on the platform makes this small village hidden in the mountains festive and warm.

Everyone is wearing the most beautiful clothes that can be found in the closet, yellow leather jackets, brown padded jackets, gray yarn long skirts, and purple skirts, just like a painter who accidentally knocked over the paint tray and took all the brightest and most lovely colors. The colors are all kneaded together.

The flute and the xylophone harmonize and play cheerful dance music. A group of boys in leather jackets and velvet hats automatically march out to the music, with their left hands behind their backs, gracefully reaching out to their female companions in tutu skirts right hand.

The girls giggled and gently held the boy's fingertips. Couples of lovers rushed into the center of the open space like butterflies, arm in arm, and spontaneously formed a circle.

"Please--"

A man wearing peacock feathers and a light green leather jacket suddenly jumped up the wooden steps, swipe his fingers on the pear-shaped lute, and the tinkle of the strings melted into the dance music.

The villagers groaned, and the bard kicked his feet and uttered a long chant:

"Please—let me sing a lover's song about a brave boy and the girl of his dreams..."

To the tune of the music, boys and girls danced together, while the older ones gathered around, clapping their hands and stomping their feet rhythmically.

Even the cold air in late autumn was agitated by the music, and gradually became hot and dry.

"Sing, sing!" The dancing couples waved to the surrounding villagers, in exchange for a high-pitched chorus.

At the climax of the song, the bard held up the lute, which attracted a burst of carnival among the crowd. He jumped off the wooden platform lightly, first brushed the cheek of a girl, and then put it on the shoulder of another girl. Amidst the uproar, they ran away quickly, kicked their heels together, and danced deftly.

The rhythm of the dance music became faster and faster, and the girl's skirt danced into clusters of blooming roses, blooming gorgeously in the cold wind.

ding ding-

The ringing of the bell suddenly sounded, and the applause stopped in unison. The men and women in the field also seemed to be enchanted, and they stayed in place at the same time.Everyone's chest was heaving violently, and milky white mist was exhaled from their mouths and noses, but their cheeks were blushing.

The opening dance is over.

The boys and girls looked at each other, pursed their lips and chuckled, and quickly dispersed.

The village fell into a brief silence, and even the bard who appeared suddenly was quietly hidden in the crowd.

"Your heart beats fast, do you like it?" Sotiria hooked his fingers and scratched Julis' palm.

Yulis nodded without hesitation: "This is a dance of life."

His heart beat faster at the sight of this raw orgy.Odong's dance is elegant and subtle, and Stani's court song is full of obscene and evil desires, but Julis is not interested in either.

But only in this remote mountain village, this pure and simple group dance that faintly fits with nature ignites the blood of Julius like a prairie fire.

The dancers' footsteps were messy, and everyone's dancing posture was very different, which was completely contrary to the court rules that prioritized order, but in this most primitive and innocent celebration, Ulis felt life and nature.

"It represents life and nature. I didn't expect to see the dance of sacrifices here." Sotiria whispered, with playful words.

Julis turned his head, and was about to ask Sotiria what the dance of sacrifices was, but suddenly his nose felt cold.

He raised his head, flakes of crystal snow flakes from the gray blue sky

Fluttering and falling.

Snowing.

He exhaled, and the white, sandy snowflakes turned into water droplets before they fell, kissing his lips.

The first snow of this year on the Kurosawa mainland fell in the early morning of late autumn.

"Wow--"

The door of the village chief's house, which had been closed all the time, was exposed at this moment, and a baby was crying, and the crowd surged in an instant.

"bride!"

"The bride is here!"

The well-dressed bridesmaid held the door and pulled the door open from the inside.The bagpipes and tambourines sounded at the same time, and in the thatched cottage with bright candles, the bride wearing gold gauze and goose-yellow wool dress saluted the long-awaited people.

"bride!"

"Beautiful bride!"

The villagers cheered and danced, and the bard appeared again, singing the cheerful song most often sung at weddings.

Two flower girls wrapped in cotton-padded clothes and with flushed faces carried flower baskets on their arms, and ran out of the thatched hut, shouting "The bride is coming" and "The bride is coming" while running, with red petals fluttering in their hands. It falls on people's shoulders, dances with snowflakes in the air, and finally swirls and sprinkles on the ground.

One of the little girls giggled and rushed into the crowd, and the adults stepped aside and let the children mess around.The girl jumped up and down the petals, suddenly her feet slipped, she screamed and fell forward.

"Be careful."

The tall figure that suddenly appeared caught the girl wrapped in a ball firmly, and the gentle and pleasant voice just soothed the panic in the girl's heart.

Clutching the opponent's petal-like pleated collar with both hands, the girl opened her eyes wide. First, she was moved by the overflowing soft eyes, but then she saw his left eye wearing a blindfold.

"Sir, are you injured?" The girl asked timidly as her fleshy hand lightly touched the edge of the blindfold.

Sotiria smiled and rubbed the hairy top of the girl's head: "I hid love inside."

Julius trembled in his heart and looked sideways at him.

The girl blinked, this word is not unfamiliar to her.

"Sir, Dad loves Mom, so I sleep with her under the quilt every day. Dad loves Dorrel, so he will play with Dorrel. What do you love, why do you hide it in your eyes?"

Sotiria tilted his head slightly: "He is the most precious treasure in the world. If he is not well protected, he will be stolen by bad guys."

"The most precious—like honey?"

"Precious as honey."

The girl suddenly cheered: "Dorrell knows! The honey produced in our village, it is said that it is very sweet, so it has become a tribute, and it must be handed over to His Majesty the King. We cannot eat it. But many Lyle likes sweets, so every year when my father celebrates my birthday, he will go to the forest far away to pick wild honey. That is the happiest and happiest time for me.”

The girl became bolder and giggled, "But every time Dad comes home from picking honey, he always has a red bun! He will also pretend to be very hurt and say, 'Dorrel, look, Dad was beaten by bees. It took a beating, but it's okay, as long as my baby is happy, it's worth it!'”

Sotiria smiled and scratched the bridge of the girl's nose.

The girl blinked, and then said: "Sir, do you know that Dad is a big bad guy. Every time he says that, he is actually asking for a reward from me!"

"Oh?" Sotiria raised his brows, "What reward will Dorel give Dad?"

"I will touch Dad's bag like this..." The girl poked her forehead with her fingers, then suddenly smiled mysteriously, and while Sotiria was not paying attention, she kissed him loudly on the cheek.

The smile that Julis just brought up immediately froze on his lips—his Mr. Knight is really very popular with the women in this village.

Ordinary people would be ruthlessly repelled by Mr. Knight when they were half a meter away from Sotiria, but this little girl had been nestled in Sotiria's arms for a long time, and he didn't see the slightest bit of impatience in her eyes.

He couldn't help but think of the young boy whom Mr. Knight regarded as "salvation" just because he handed a handful of nougat to Sotiria during their conversation.

Sotiria seemed to... have a special fondness for children.

At this moment, the girl laughed and clapped her hands, pointing to the young woman who had walked to the center of the crowd, holding a bouquet in one hand and a baby in the other: "Mr. Sir! Let's get closer to the bride, Dorel I want to grab her bouquet of flowers!"

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When jealousy is in progress.

A young child who was regarded as "redemption" by Sotiria with just a handful of nougat. ——It was mentioned in the 8th chapter of Carnival when the two chatted.