【Ji Lai】【Romy】Far Star

A few days later in the morning, Mittermeier took a taxi alone to the Odin Central Cemetery in the suburbs.

This day was the day of Alfred's burial - for some reason, Reinhardt ordered her body to be returned to Reoenthal, and at the same time allowed her to enjoy normal posthumous affairs.

And it was only then that Mittermeier knew that she had no relatives.That is to say, when he met her at Luoyan Tar's home that day, she probably didn't say a few real words to him at all.

this scourge.

Alfred should be counted as having died because of Midamea, and even if he didn't do it himself, it wouldn't change much.But the strange thing is that this time Mittermeier has not received any accusations from his own conscience, and even if he sees her again in the court of heaven in the future, he will not be afraid of being questioned and accused by her at all.

It may be murder, but it is not a disgrace or a crime.

But Mittermeier also knew very well that no matter how much he hated her, it was meaningless, because she was likely to be tortured as well, and she had indeed passed away completely.

But just think of what she did in the past, just think of her extremely stupid choices, just think of her almost bringing disaster to Reuenthal, and now the victim may be wearing mourning clothes, like a widower Standing at her grave with flowers in his hand, he would still find himself burning with anger.

And the hurt she caused them both may never be erased.Anyway, Mittermeier didn't think that after such a quarrel, they could still communicate without any barriers as before.

But he still came today.

The interior of the cemetery is really very large, and the endless grassland is neatly manicured, and it is still green even though it is winter.The white tombstones are neatly arranged on it, and slowly extend into the distance.

After inquiring about the way with the staff, repeatedly checking the address and checking the navigation, and wandering around without direction for more than ten minutes, he finally found the funeral he was looking for at the edge of the cemetery.

At this time, the workers in the cemetery had already started filling the grave, and Mittermeier was not sure whether there was no burial ceremony at all or it was just that he came too late.Reoenthal stood alone watching the workers at work, not wearing military uniform but still in black, the hem of his long coat sometimes fluttering in the cold wind.

The only good thing is that he didn't have any flowers in his hand.

Mittermeier was too lazy to greet him softly.Just like in the detention room that day, he swaggered straight over and stood at a position a little further away from him.

Then he just watched the workers filling up the soil, listened to the sound of the shovel in silence, and watched the rectangular hole slowly being filled with brown soil.

Just when he was in a daze, a voice came from beside him: "Are you okay?"

He turned his head to look at Luo Yantar, and found that he was looking at him, his face was not bad, his mood was normal and calm, and there was still a bruise on one cheekbone of his face.

He tapped his own right eye with his hand, and Mittermeier understood that he was asking about the situation because he saw that he was wearing a gauze blindfold.

"Not good. I'm already blind. The doctor told me to remove it tomorrow." Mittermeier replied angrily, still quite annoyed.

He thought that Luo Yantar should of course be able to hear what he said was angry, but he didn't expect the shocked expression to appear on the other's face.

He leaned over and reached for Mittermeier's blindfold.

Mittermeier angrily shook off his hand and began to say things like "Do you really want to say goodbye to it that much?", but with persistence, Reuenthal succeeded.

Then he breathed a sigh of relief—Mittermeier was certainly not blind.It was just dug out heavily, half of its eyeballs were congested and red, and there were still signs of adhesion on the eyelids-but it was still alive and alive.

"Did your judgment die with her?" Mittermeier hissed, with an angry and vicious expression on his face.

But immediately he was speechless.

Because the other party gave him a hug with all his strength, and even pressed his injured shoulder, the pain made his legs a little weak.

After planting flowers and plants on the newly formed tomb, the two of them left.

Mittermeier didn't come by car, and he really doesn't have the ability to drive now, so he took the car of Reoenthal and went together.

But Roenthal didn't send him to work or anything - he took him to a casual restaurant for a quick meal, and after eating, he took him directly to his home without consulting the other party's opinion at all. .

But Mittermeier did not raise any objections.He didn't say a word.A certain depression that had been lingering in his heart had completely dissipated this morning, and now he couldn't lose his temper even if he wanted to.He even thought that Roenthal would talk to him about Alfred, but in fact he didn't.

She is gone, the matter is over, everything is just like this, there is no need to care about or recall.

Then came an extremely lazy afternoon without any goals.

Mittermeier doesn't like the house in Reuenthal very much, but he has to admit that such an ancient house does have many attractive places that are worth lingering and exploring.

Reuenthal took him to see various relatively hidden but classic and gorgeous architectural details in his home, took him to the attic and showed him some worthless but interesting porcelains saved by his great-grandfather, and visited a house in the backyard. Roman-style stone pavilions buried in creepers and irises, admired the ornaments and utensils left by the old grandmothers in the dressing room, and explored with him certain rooms that seemed to have never been opened, and found some hidden treasures. Childish crayon drawings left by someone on the back of the furniture.

He even took him to see the little suite he lived in as a child.

For the first time, he described to him very clearly and specifically what kind of life he had lived as a child and what kind of family he had.

"Actually he didn't pay me any attention at all. He just came in drunk and yelled at me and cursed at me. He didn't even hit me. That's why I'm not normal now but I'm not crazy or The reason for the serial killer—he still leaves a lot of room,” he explained to Mittermeier.

"...Then your mother didn't try to improve the situation at all?"

Luo Yantar sneered at this: "She is a very typical woman, ignorant, ignorant and selfish, maybe her heart is higher than the sky, but her personality is still in infancy. What happened to her, she seems to have nothing but to hide Shivering in the room thinking that after such a scandal her husband would cut off her family's debt assistance, she would no longer be able to appear in society, and do something about it. Nothing but me - her brain must not support her to do it. 'Improving the situation' is such a complex and courageous act. No one can save this kind of woman, besides cheating and betraying, what she is best at is dragging others to hell."

Mittermeier looked at him with his lips pursed, with an expression on his face that wanted to say something.

Reuenthal signaled him to speak with his eyes.

"You just said that you are not normal?"

"Isn't it?" he asked back.

Mittermeier was a little surprised, he didn't expect that Luo Yantar actually saw him in this way.This really made him couldn't help but refute the other party: "Of course not. I think you are very good-if there are shortcomings, who doesn't..."

"Those aren't flaws, they're flaws."

"..."

"And I want to say..." Then he paused, and looked at Mittermeier with unsure eyes for a while, "——are you sure you want to listen?"

Mittermeier didn't answer, but kept quiet, showing a patient and encouraging expression.

So Roenthal continued: "Even you can't erase my past. You can't make me put aside those things and look at the world with a truly normal perspective. Those words about love and comfort are very important to me. It doesn't work because I think in my heart it's all fake. You can't soothe my soul, even if it's not obvious, the pain and doubt will stay there until the day I die. All life will pass, all feelings will be Extinguished, there is absolutely no chance of any luck."

These words made Mittermeier stunned for a moment, he couldn't think of what else he could answer him.

But even after hearing such a bone-chilling speech, he still didn't feel any disappointment or pain—he just felt that he felt sorry for him.

"Okay, okay. I know... I know..." He muttered vaguely, while hesitatingly stretched out his hand to shake Raoenthal's hand hanging by his side.

Slightly unexpectedly, Reuenthal did not refuse his hand.He let him hold himself back.

Then, he nodded slightly, and stared at Mittermeier for a while—for some reason, it reminded Mittermeier of the scene when he was holding his hand in the taxi that day when he was drunk.But when he finally moved, what he did shocked the other party.

Rosenthal took half a step back and knelt down towards him.

Mittermeier was just about to scream.He immediately bent down frantically and tried to get him off the ground, but such an angle of force and the opponent's determination made all his efforts in vain.

"What's wrong with you!?" Finally he had no choice but to verbally reprimand him.

"Is it hard to accept?" Rosenthal asked him calmly.

"Is it easy to accept!?"

"Please don't say no. That's all I can do."

"..."

"I don't want to talk to you about those emotionally false concepts. I just want to offer you great respect and obedience. You have given me too much, and I have nothing to return, so I can only make this plan: From now on you Still my closest comrade-in-arms and partner, but will be the sole master of my fate and body and mind. I have made up my mind and have no second thoughts about you. Please guide me and save me, no matter where you will go in the future , please allow me to accompany you.”

These words buzzed and circled in Mittermeier's mind, bringing him a faint sense of dizziness, and burned complete and clear words in his mind like a soldering iron, leaving a penetrating Such a vivid feeling made him feel that even after seven or eighty years, he could still recite this passage verbatim.

He stopped all movements and stood there blushing.

Luo Yantar kept kneeling and raised his head to observe him silently, secretly rejoicing that there was no element of rejection in his expression.But I have to admit, he doesn't look as flexible as usual now.So Roenthal raised his hand and gave him a hint - he shook his hand and looked at him with probing eyes.

Mittermeier suddenly came to life.

He screamed inarticulately: "Anything is fine! You stand up first..." Then he continued to drag Luoyan Tal persistently.And since he said "yes", Luo Yantar can think that he agreed.

He obediently stood up, adjusted his expression, and faced Mittermeier in the same state as before.Mittermeier looked at him with a red face and frowning.

After a while, he finally couldn't help it anymore: "You are like this, I really want to think..."

"No need to think."

Mittermeier didn't understand what he meant for a moment.Then the two stood there quietly looking at each other.

The zelkova tree that had swayed outside the window since Reuenthal's childhood still stood in its place.Although the east wind has not yet come and the green leaves have not sprouted yet, the way the sun shines through its branches and falls on the window lattice is still bright and beautiful.