soul stone

Chapter 9 Afternoon Tea

1980 1 Month 29 Day.

This day is a day that Sister Moelle will never forget.This is a watershed, the Holy Thirteen Monastery crossed an invisible threshold, and its fate will be completely changed.

When I climbed up the bell tower again, it was just at dawn, and a young life had quietly disappeared in this world, but no one noticed.She also found out later—except for his sister, almost no one cared about the life or death of the unfortunate little boy.At that time, she and the two nuns from yesterday unlocked the heavy door lock and pushed open the rusty iron door with the sound of a cat's paw blackboard.The sun's first ray of light transparently hit the bronze case of the clock.Four slender legs and feet were exposed from the lower end of the clock—the four feet seemed to have wires installed on the ankles and knees when they heard someone coming, and they were lifted abruptly from a long-term static state, and the wires were snapped by the scissors at this moment It was cut off, and then the legs and feet smashed back to the ground, and the whole body fell out of the bell jar.

Seeing the scene in front of her, she couldn't help but smile appreciatively.After sunset last night, the bell was not heard again.I thought they were dead at that time, but it turned out that the two children hugged each other and got into the bell to escape the cold wind.Although the legs and feet have been exposed to the outside for a long time, they have long been frozen, but the upper body where the organs are kept warm, so they can survive a long and dull winter.The light-absorbing layer applied to them has disappeared after the time limit, but the two children don't know this yet, or maybe they are too frozen, staying in the dark bell jar for too long, they still close their eyes tightly, Hold on to each other.

Mo Aili knelt down and whispered in her ear: "Open your eyes...morning is here."

Two pairs of big black eyes opened at the same time, and their eyelashes flickered a few times like fans, as if to confirm whether the other party in their eyes was real or a phantom of heaven.

"Welcome back, naughty children." The headmaster opened his arms to them.

Oyagi Yukiyo got up from the ground first, biting his lip, looking very painful.Standing up, his lips moved twice, as if whispering, but his voice was lost in the wind.She limped forward and grabbed Moelle's arm, using it as a handrail as she headed for the stairs.The nearby nun wanted to stop her, but the dean shook his head slightly to stop her.

"What a good sister." Mo Aili looked at her back and said to herself.

At this time, Villar Lynch also stood up, dragged his legs on the ground, and slowly walked around the nun without touching anyone.As he passed Moelle, he gave her what seemed to be a casual glance, and a small smile played on his lips—it could hardly be called a smile, but a twitch of the facial muscles.It wasn't until he completely disappeared behind the three of them that Moai Li came back to her senses—she was actually intimidated by him.

"What happened after this? That girl—uh, sorry, what's her name?" The middle-aged man across from him lowered his head and pressed his temple with his index finger, as if he was trying to remember.He was wearing a gray suit with diagonal stripes, lined with a pure white shirt and a dark red tie. His short dyed brown hair was combed back in a neat way, and several wrinkles had already appeared on his wide forehead and drooping eyes.Although the vicissitudes of life have already appeared, from those smiling black eyes, one can still see the handsomeness of the past.

"Snowy night, Oyagi Snowy night." Sister Moelle took a sip from her teacup, "How about it, how about some more black tea?"

"Oh, thank you. Yes, I remembered, Oyagi Yukiyo." The middle-aged man crossed his hands on the table, not intending to touch the black tea, his attention was completely attracted by the story, "Seeing the deceased What was the child's reaction at the moment of the younger brother? It must be quite uncomfortable when the only relative died."

"How should I put it..." The dean put the teacup on the saucer, closed his eyes and meditated, as if looking for an appropriate way to describe it.After more than ten seconds, she opened her eyes and said, "That child...is like a cocoon."

"cocoon?"

"No... To be precise, it's the chrysalis sleeping in the cocoon. And her younger brother is the hard shell that wraps the cocoon." The nun said, "As long as there is that shell, she can be so hard that people can't bear it." Close... But only by peeling off the cocoon, can she grow into a real butterfly. On that day, the cocoon was cracked by external force, allowing her to complete the most critical step of growth. However, it was too early to break the cocoon At this point, premature exposure to the outside world is a great danger to the butterfly itself, and it can even kill it.”

"Interesting analogy." The man in the gray suit rested his elbows on the table, put his palms together on the tip of his nose, "Did that premature butterfly dance afterward? I'm curious."

"The child was lucky. Something replaced the cocoon, allowing the immature chrysalis to safely complete its final metamorphosis."

"Oh, you mean Villar. What's the matter with the boy?"

"When I heard the news of my brother's death, my sister almost collapsed. The aphasia lasted for a whole year, and it didn't get better until this spring. Strange to say, it was also the first time I saw the aphasia with my own eyes. Whenever we were present, the child Just like a humanoid doll, her eyes are dull, her expression is dull, she can't speak a word, and she always shrinks herself in a corner. Once someone comes within three steps of her, she will act like a child protecting her. Pounced on it like a cat..."

"It's unimaginable," the man leaned back, crossed his hands on his abdomen, circled his thumbs around each other, elongated one corner of his mouth, and kept shaking his head while looking at a certain place on the carpet. "Unbelievable." Stop shaking his head, he repeated.

The dean nodded in agreement. "For a long time, only Villar could talk to her."

"Oh? That kid didn't care much about others before. Even if his father died, he would probably be indifferent. Cruel child!"

"I don't really understand." Sister Moelle lowered her eyes, "Perhaps, the day on the clock tower gave them a sense of identification with each other as 'companions in trouble'. However, when Xue Ye was in the basement before, Why did Villar let her out on purpose? In any case, there is a stronger bond between these two children than ordinary people... This is the only certain fact."

"Really..." The man picked up his teacup and took a big sip, "And then? How do butterflies fly?"

"It's touching." The nun took a breath, slowly opened her eyes, and smiled like a spring breeze, "She and he have become the real kings of this monastery."

"king?"

"That's right. Not only among those children, but even us adults... can't help but be overwhelmed by the brilliance of the two of them."

"There is such a thing!" The listener was full of disbelief.

"Yes, it's absolutely true. This matter needs to be talked about in detail, enough to kill the whole afternoon... Today's time is almost up, so we can talk about it in detail another day, what do you want?"

Although the man was reluctant, he didn't want to appear too eager, so he raised his wrist to look at his watch.The gold-plated hour and minute hands gleamed in the afterglow of the setting sun, pointing to five past seven. "That's right, let's talk about it next time...I should go see my disobedient nephew."

The nun squinted and smiled, "Look at what you said, the only person who can make him obey is you."

"Hahaha, he likes me very much, it's true. I like him a lot too, what a smart kid." The man put on a curly-brimmed woolen hat of the same color as the suit, and looked around the room in case anything was left behind.

"Your cane." Moelle handed it with both hands from behind him.

"Oh, thank you! I just said that I always feel like I forgot something." The man put his hand on the nun's hand.The nun pretended to help open the door, and quickly and quietly broke free from his hand.The gray suit stared at her back, raised his eyebrows, curled the corners of his mouth in displeasure, but said nothing.Walking to the door, he leaned on his cane and took off his hat sideways to greet him: "Thank you for the hospitality, it was a pleasure chatting with you!"

Mo Allie folded her hands in front of her, with a nun's professional smile on her face.

"You are too kind, Mr. Lynch."

Seeing off the distant guests, Sister Moelle looked up at the window while packing the cups and saucers.The blue-purple night flowed into the room like warm water, the cicadas gradually died down, and the shadows of the leaves danced silently against the high wall.Refreshing summer evening!

Summer, a beautiful season.

time flies.Moelle will never forget that a year and a half ago, there was a little boy named Xia Tian who froze to death in the midwinter morning.

A year and a half ago, when the two children were punished for the day in the windy bell tower, someone secretly stirred.Probably because they thought that Xue Ye would definitely die, that night, Lily and Kuidi, who had a vengeance with Xue Ye, sneaked into Xia Tian's room at night and snatched the quilt and pillow from the little boy who had no resistance.The little boy died curled up in a small bed with only sheets before the first rays of morning sunlight slipped into the room.The blood coughed up was all over the bed sheet, like blossoming manjusawa.

The cold killed Xia Tian... It's ironic that the name foretold the fate.

Because of this blow, "chrysalis" hibernated for a whole year.Half a year ago, in the open space under the clock tower, the dead bodies of Lily and Kuidi were found.Although no useful clues have been found, there is almost no doubt that this is the sister's revenge for the younger brother.The day Lily and Quick died happened to be Summer's memorial day.

Awesome and worth the wait.

Arrange for these two children to attend this year's graduation meeting... Judging from their grades, they can graduate early.

No... What's even more incredible is that those two children seem to have an innate leadership temperament, which can easily attract people's attention and make them willing to follow them.If these two are enemies, there will be a bloody storm; but if an alliance is reached, no one can be an enemy.Her punishment seemed to have contributed to the latter situation—ever since the two formed an indestructible alliance, they had gradually climbed to the top of the power pyramid.The whole monastery fell in love with it.Now, only her words are occasionally heard by them.And she likes them, not in general, it can be said to be spoiled.In a sense, she also inevitably became a loyal follower of the two.

Thinking of this, Mo Allie went to the wall and tore off a page of the calendar.The time points to July 1981, 7.

Helplessly but relieved, the dean let out a deep breath.

The king and queen of the monastery are only seven years old this year.

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