soul stone

The monastery located on the top of the mountain has a boxy appearance with distinct water chestnuts.Above the closed courtyard door, a line of white cursive characters was carved on the gray stone wall-"Holy Thirteen Abbey".There was no bell at the door, and no bellman behind it.Very few visitors come here.It's not that the regulations of "women are not allowed to wear short skirts and men are not allowed to visit in shorts" set a threshold for tourists, it is simply because there is nothing to see here.The whole building has only three colors of black, white and gray.Due to the lack of flowers and trees, it looks like a huge prison.Moreover, within a radius of [-] kilometers, it is all the private land of the monastery, and no unit or individual is allowed to enter without permission.

In the early morning, the black eaves at the top of the gray courtyard wall were covered with heavy white snow.After arranging for a few young nuns to clear the snow in the courtyard, Mother Teresa rubbed her hands, walked through the corridor in small steps, stopped in front of the dean's door, and knocked on the door.No one responded.

"Sister Moelle?"

She turned the doorknob lightly and peeked into the room through the open side slit.The room was as usual, tidy and tidy, and the wooden floors were spotless.A single bed covered with a brown cashmere blanket, several thick books stacked on the bedside table; a small round table by the window, a set of simple tea sets, and two wooden chairs with backrests beside it; Next to the side wall is a single row of bookcases and desks, with paper, pens and ink and an old-fashioned telephone on the table, but no documents can be seen; there is a fireplace by the window, and an old-fashioned wall clock hangs on the fireplace, and there are cuckoos from the clock at regular intervals The kind that pops up from the small wooden door to tell the time.

That's all the furniture.In addition, the windows are closed, the fire has long been extinguished, and the indoor temperature is a bit low.

Teresa knew that Sister Moelle had an early morning walk.When she takes a walk, she always brings a book and enjoys reading quietly somewhere where no one is around.But today's weather is obviously not suitable for activities such as walking, and there are not a few books with bookmarks on the bedside table today.

Although she felt a little strange, Teresa didn't think much about it.The dean often went out on business, and often did not tell them where to go and what to do.It is not a big deal to lose a book or two in the reading room, and it will not be too late to report when she comes back.

Just as I was thinking, suddenly and suddenly, a gentle and familiar voice sounded from behind:

"What's the matter, Mother Teresa?"

A shiver of warmth ran from the spine to the top of the head.God, why is that uptick when she calls her name at the end of a sentence so beautiful?

Turning around unnaturally, I saw the dean was looking at her face with a smile, his blue eyes and stretched brows all showed a motherly radiance.

"Sister Moelle..." Teresa felt her cheeks burning hot, "I have something to report, I didn't expect you to go out so early."

"In the early hours of the morning, someone told me that there were two lost children in the neighborhood, and I brought them back." Moelle took off her gloves and a thick woolen coat, and untied an undyed woolen scarf. His long curly hair was like shiny waves.She turned her face and smiled and said, "A pair of beautiful siblings. If they arrive later, they will freeze to death in the snow."

Teresa reacted: "New kid?"

"Yeah. But... I'm afraid one of them..." The voice gradually weakened, and Teresa couldn't hear the second half of the sentence clearly. "Let's not talk about this first, what's the big deal that made you come to report early in the morning?"

"It's not a big deal. When I checked the books yesterday, I found that there were a few books missing in the library."

Moelle blinked. "Which ones are they?"

"It's strange to say that they are all difficult to understand books. Even the nuns are unlikely to borrow them to read, let alone those children."

After listening to the list of stolen books and who the culprit was, Mo Aili already knew in her heart.

"Don't underestimate children. They have unlimited potential."

It could only be Villar Lynch who would steal difficult books such as "The Thirteen Commandments" and "Artistic Symbols in Religious Paintings" that ordinary children can't even understand the titles.

The first thing that came to Moelle's mind was the child's black pearl eyes.Then there is the sickly fair skin.Short black hair with bangs.Small man, looks very weak.hate noise.I like reading.

Villar Lynch.

The most gifted child the monastery has received in the past two years.And he was sent here by his family because his hobby lost the family's face.

"steal".

The old-fashioned and strict father couldn't bear the repeated theft by his illegitimate son.The Lynch family, which has always regarded itself as a "knight of the underworld", has no place for him.The mother's "underground lover who fell out of favor" and Villar's contemptuous attitude towards his father made Lynch, who was furious, simply throw him here.

In this way, the Lynch family will no longer have the illegitimate son Villar, and his existence will be erased from the family tree.

Those who were sent to the Holy Thirteen Monastery by their families were all unwanted children born to gangster families.Coming here is equivalent to breaking with the previous home and starting from scratch.

The only connection with the past is that the children who go out here will serve the gangsters as eagle dogs for life.

"Become the elite of the gang" - say the parents who sent them here, but no one told them the truth.

The nuns still call them by their original names, also to hide the fact that they were abandoned by their families.However, paper can't hold fire.Some children may have noticed it.

The Holy Thirteen Monastery, the garbage dump of the gangsters, is also a melting pot for recasting.It is Mo Allie's job to cast unparalleled and wonderful works of art.

The quality of raw materials is a prerequisite for casting.

After sending Teresa away, Moai Li opened a door at the end of the corridor with hot water and a towel.The sight in front of her made her stop at the door for two seconds.

There were two single beds, one was empty, the sheets and quilt were ripped to the floor, the other lay a moaning child, a girl was holding his hand tightly, kneeling beside the bed with her back to the door.

"woke up?"

The girl turned her head, looking at her expression, she didn't seem to notice that someone came in.Soon she turned away and continued to look at her brother.

"He has a fever," she said.

Mo Aili put the plate on the bedside, and before she could move, the little girl passed her eyes, soaked the towel in hot water first, wrung it dry, folded it into a delicate rectangle, and covered the little boy's hot forehead .

Watching the girl's dexterous and smooth movements, the nun said: "The two of you slept in the snow for half the night. Only one of you has a fever, which is already a gift from the Lord."

Suddenly, as if thinking of something, the little girl stopped what she was doing and turned to look at her.

"Where is this place?"

"Holy Thirteen Abbey."

"who are you?"

"People call me Sister Moelle."

Hearing the words "Sister Moelle", the girl's expression froze instantly, as if a movie that had been playing suddenly froze.

"Please rest assured. From today onwards, this is your home." Mo Aili evoked a motherly smile, "Dad was assassinated, and Mom died before my eyes... You don't have a home to go back to, do you?"

like a statue.The girl knelt there stiffly, and after a while, she turned her head mechanically and looked at her younger brother who was suffering from high fever and nightmares.The little boy was short of breath and coughed from time to time, which made the whole bed shake.The girl squeezed his hand tighter, but couldn't relieve his condition.

"It may be pneumonia caused by a cold." The nun said.

"Help him," she said.

"..."

"Please...help him..."

The nun looked at the girl and saw big tears rolling down her face.

"The only one who can save him is the Lord, and there is nothing I can do." After a pause, Mo Ailei continued, "Whether he can survive this time is God's test for him."

The girl lowered her head, revealing a pair of amethyst earrings between her smooth long hair.Compared with the facial features, the earrings are a bit too big, and the color is as dull as the indoor light.

After a while, she raised her head.

"You are lying."

"Oh?"

Mo Allie looked forward to the girl's next explanation.Children's intuition is usually very accurate, and some people can see through the lies carefully crafted by adults from an early age.

But the girl didn't say another word.

"If you kneel like this again, you will get sick."

Glancing slightly disappointed at the girl's back, the nun left the room.

late at night.

With a shock, the snowy night woke up from the bed in summer.She propped herself up on the edge of the bed, shook it twice, and finally stood still.

Picking up the towel that slipped from Xia Tian's forehead, soaking it in the water basin, he found that the water was already cold.

"Ahem!" There was a violent tremor, the little boy suddenly covered his mouth, and when he opened it again, his palm was full of blood.

"!!"

Xue Ye let go of her hand, and the towel slowly stretched out, sinking into the cold bottom of the water.She threw herself on the bed, holding Xia Tian's hand that was dyed red.

After a while, Xue Ye brushed aside her shoulder-length black hair and stroked her earlobe.Mother's soul stone is hard and cold to the touch.

In the early morning of the next day, the morning class hadn't started yet, and there was still a full hour before breakfast.And Villar had been awake for two hours.He doesn't sleep much.Every time he pretended to climb into bed, he would always lock the door, turn on the lamp, and read the book he had stolen from under the bed.And his old-fashioned and ridiculous father has always used this as a sign of his disobedience.Don't sleep because you don't feel sleepy if you don't sleep.He needs no sleep any more than the ground creatures need the gills of a fish.

He raised his head and looked out the window.The rainy and snowy weather for several days finally came to an end, and the long-lost sunshine shines through the floor-to-ceiling windows and sprinkles on the long gray stone floor of the monastery.

Here and now, you can enjoy reading.

If no one bothers.

In front of the corridor, a little girl about his age was walking towards him.

Villar narrowed his eyes.

Also black hair.Oriental looks.

The girl stood two meters away from him and nodded slightly.An amethyst earring sparkled in the morning light.She lowered her head, her silky hair brushing her fair cheeks.After a while, the girl raised her eyelids and brushed her bangs on her forehead.

"Give me back my things..."

In memory, this was the first sentence she said to him.However, many years later, when the two met again, the beginning of the conversation was exactly the same as it was then.

coincidence?Or... destiny?

Kuroro closed the book and looked up at the bright night sky above the ruins.The same words and sentences I just read are like a bell ringing in the middle of the night, making the potential memories lurking in the corner of my mind emerge vividly in an instant.