[Comprehensive British and American] Fu Paradise

Gabriel returned to Los Angeles, the City of Angels, at midnight New York time. It was only 21 o'clock there. Some people had just had dinner, many parties were still there, and the nightlife had just begun.

When she opened the door and walked into the church, she saw Nelson waiting on the sofa. For the first time, he was wearing a light gray striped suit, tie, and combed his hair. He looked like a well-bred gentleman.He was reading a movie magazine, but when he heard the muffled sound, he raised his head hastily.

"I knew you must be back!" Nelson immediately put down the magazine, got up and rushed to Gabriel, giving her a tight hug.

"Hey." She smiled and patted his arm, looking him up and down, "You look like a dog, are you going to audition in Hollywood or something?"

"No," Nelson said with a smile, "A friend of mine recently introduced a girl to me, and we have a candlelight dinner tonight."

Gabriel looked at his watch, deliberately showing a puzzled expression: "I've never heard of fast food restaurants serving candlelight dinners!"

Nelson laughed "puchi" and said, "We didn't make an appointment. The girl backed out."

"Oh." Gabriel curled his lips, expressing regret.

"Ah, by the way, I have something for you." Nelson turned back to the sofa and took a beautifully wrapped box from the table, "Christmas gift."

"Neil, you know..."

"I know you don't celebrate Christmas. The Bible doesn't mention that Jesus' birthday is in December. Heavenly Father Jehovah doesn't like Christmas very much. He thinks it's a pagan custom... Are you going to say this? Okay Gabriel, don't be so serious, you can just treat it as a normal gift for you. Open it and have a look!"

Gabriel was robbed of his lines, so he hesitated for a while, so he nodded, "OK, OK, OK, I see." She untied the pink ribbon and tore open the wrapping paper decorated with pink hearts.

"Iphone? Isn't it, Neil?" Gabriel looked at him with a helpless smile.

"I can never find you when I miss you, so I send you this."

"But I won't be on call when I have this." Gabriel opened the box and took out the pink-gold mobile phone, "Oh, can you change it to a black one?"

"What, do you like black? Isn't that a color that rough men would like?... I thought girls would like pink." Nelson scratched his beard.

"So you are too old to find a girlfriend, you know, Neil, you have to try to understand the other person's preferences, not rely on your poor imagination." Gabriel glanced at Nelson, pressed the power button, and started the initial set up.

"Actually, I don't care what they like." Nelson shrugged and muttered.

Gabriel was proficient in operating the phone, and it didn't look like he was using this modern technological product for the first time.

"Sure enough, there is nothing that can stump our Archangel." Nelson poked his head and smiled with interest.

"You answered correctly." Gabriel opened the dial interface, "Your number?"

Nelson entered a few numbers, and asked her seemingly casually: "Want to go out for a light meal together later? I'll pay the bill."

"I'm afraid that's a bit of a coincidence. I still have something to do." Her answer is always so direct and simple, leaving no room for the other party to change.

Nelson didn't say anything, just nodded and handed the phone back to her.He was probably also used to being rejected by her again and again, and as always, silently fulfilled his own principles—never forcing her to do anything.

She could see his loss at a glance, even under his desperate efforts to hide it.Of course she couldn't bear it, but she still chose to ignore it.

——After all, she couldn't give him a pale promise, false hope, even the slightest hint.

The stooped chief executive handed the candlestick in his hand to the little attendant behind him, turned around, lifted his robe and slowly walked up the jade steps, stood still in front of the study door, and knocked lightly on the door three times.

"My king, you should rest."

"Don't worry about me." The person in the room said in a deep tone, sounding not in a very good mood.

"Yes." The manager said in a respectful tone, he turned around and waved to the attendant, signaling to back down.

"Boss," the witty brat holding the candle said in a low voice, "I found that every time he came back from the human world, the king was unhappy, and he didn't know what happened to him... Could it be that the heavens came to oppress us again? "

The steward didn't answer, but just turned a pair of deep wrinkled eyes to the child, and the child immediately shut up, frowning, not daring to speak again.

"Oh, Prince Puno is thousand years old." The old manager suddenly stopped and bowed to salute.The little attendant raised his head and saw Pu Nuo coming from a distance with his hands behind his back, so he obediently bowed to him.

"Let's get flat." Pu Nuo didn't come, but chose to stand on the spot with his hands behind his back.The steward was startled, unable to figure out Pu Nuo's intention, so he pulled the corner of the attendant's clothes and led him past Pu Nuo.

Pu Nuo kept watching the two go away, and then looked around to make sure that there was no one in the empty hall, and then he took out the letter he had just intercepted from the psychic messenger from behind.

"Sender, Gabriel, hehe." Pu Nuo sneered twice, tore open the envelope casually, reached into his finger to explore, and only found a small card.

"Then what the hell would the hag write to father? A threatening letter? Ha, if it is, then it's too imbecile!" Pu Nuo tore up the envelope, rubbed it into his arms, and held the unrecognized envelope with his right index finger and thumb. Looking at the palm-sized card from front to back, he couldn't help but frowned and said to himself, "What? It's blank?"

Thinking that he must have missed something, he took out the crumpled envelope from his pocket and checked it again and again, but found nothing.

"Crazy!" he cursed. "What the hell is she going to do?"

Just as Pu Nuo was racking his brains to "decipher" the secret language, an understatement coughed him up.

Pu Nuo raised his head, and at a glance he saw Lucifer in black robe standing in the corridor on the second floor at some point, descending like a ghost without sound.

"What's in your hand?" Lucifer said in a calm tone, unable to distinguish between emotions and anger.

Pu Nuo hurriedly hid the card in his hand behind his back, and said with a grin, "Father, there is no..."

Before he finished speaking, Lucifer jumped forward and landed firmly in front of Pu Nuo, forcing Pu Nuo to take two steps back.

"Give it to me." Lucifer stretched out his palm.

"No, father, it's just...a piece of waste paper," Pu Nuo said in a hurry, ready to take the opportunity to tear up the card and destroy the corpse.

However, this idea has just sprouted, and it has not been put into practice yet, and it has been seen by Lucifer.

Lucifer's ice blue eyes flashed coldly, Pu Nuo's feet had already left the ground, and he was hoisted into the air.

"Ah—Father?! You—"

The next moment, Pu Nuo's pupils and mouth were opened to the maximum at the same time, his face was ghastly pale, and his handsome and bright facial features were distorted by pain to the point where it was difficult to distinguish the original shape.Since then, he can no longer make a sound—with a crisp sound, his vocal cords have been severed.

Lucifer raised his hand lightly, and pulled out the card from Pu Nuo's hand, holding it in his hand without looking at it, his breathing became uncontrollably rapid.

It's from her, there's no mistake!

The clear breath that lingers around belongs to her alone;

The slightly wet and cold touch belongs to her alone;

As well as the handwriting, the lonely arrogance he could see, and the secret depression that he couldn't see, all belonged to her alone.

He was close to tears.

But of course he held back, his heart was clearly turbulent, but his face remained motionless.

The content of the message on the card made him frown, and after he finished reading, he didn't even look at Pu Nuo, but in exchange for the palace man: "Put him in prison for me, and wait for his punishment."

The palace people looked up at Pu Nuo who was still struggling hopelessly in mid-air, and all looked at each other in blank dismay.Before finishing looking here, Pu Nuo finally landed on the ground with a "plop".Only then did the palace people surround them in a desperate manner, and dragged away the dumb, poor wretch.

As soon as Gabriel sent the letter, he came to the agreed place - BankTower, waiting for Lucifer.In view of the previous experience, in order to avoid hurting the innocent again, she chose this commanding height that is absolutely far away from the crowd.

At midnight, it started to rain in Los Angeles, and the whole city was surrounded by the sound of rain and lights, which gradually became blurred and distorted, like scenes from old movies.

She loves this place.She had spent countless nights, consuming those incomparably precious time for human beings, standing here, doing nothing, just thinking about him.

She often hears from human beings that a person's fascination with another person will not last long after all, and even such a short life cannot last, and the enthusiasm will gradually fade away, as if in a lifetime, they doubt that the kind of love that can span several Whether the relationship of the century or more really exists, the excuse they most often use to justify themselves is that time changes everything.

But in fact, she knows very well that time is not the abrasive of love, the problem lies in human beings themselves-people are impatient with everything because they know that their time is short, even if the object is their lover.And like her, with a life long enough to be with time, she will not be so flustered, but will silently guard a person wholeheartedly, even though she knows that the possibility of being with him is almost zero.

If she was asked if she would consider changing someone, she would think about it seriously, and then found that no matter what kind of other person she changed, she would still be unacceptable.

"What are you thinking?" He quietly landed behind her, and a transparent umbrella appeared in his palm, and he propped it on top of her head.The raindrops hit the umbrella surface, making the same clanking sound as hitting glass.

"It's nothing." She immediately withdrew her thoughts, put on a stern face of impartiality and law enforcement, turned her head, and looked behind him, "What do you mean, you didn't bring him here, and you wanted to cover up the criminal?"

"Because I don't want to talk about business tonight." He looked into the distance, his wandering voice was as soft and gentle as the smoke and rain in the city.

She tried her best to get rid of the momentary trance, and raised her volume, not only to remind him, but also to remind herself: "Is there anything else between you and me to talk about besides business?"

But he didn't seem to hear her words, turned his head and looked at her with a smile on his lips: "It snowed all night in New York, you know."

"So what?" She looked at him puzzled.

He removed the umbrella, took out a rope he got from somewhere, and tied it to her wrist.

"What is this?" She narrowed her eyes alertly.

"The rope comes from the human world. It is neutral. It is neither water nor fire." He said, and tied the other end of the rope to his wrist.

She watched his movements with wide eyes, as if she understood something, but she was not sure, but the next moment, his blooming black wings gave her an affirmative answer.

He smiled at her and took the rope: "Just follow me."

The author has something to say: Thank you to every little angel who came to read the article!