Killing Mary Sue [Comprehensive Anglo-American]

Florence, the colorful city of flowers, is known as the cultural origin of "Western Athens". It has always been the dreamland of literary youth, backpackers, poets and painters.

The sun is shining here, which is the most typical climate in Tuscany: blue sky and white clouds, sunny and sunny.Brightly colored walls, dark green shutters and crimson roofs are the symbolic colors of Florence. The rich cultural atmosphere fills the streets and alleys, making this ancient city look young, lively and vibrant.

Residents nearby know that there is a new flower shop on the commercial street not far from Ponte Vecchio. The name is as elegant and beautiful as the city——

"The Forest Without Paths".

It comes from a poem by the British poet Lord Byron: "A forest without a path is always full of fun, and a shore without a man is full of surprises. Between the cliffs on the shore, the drums are for joy; no one sets foot, it is a peach garden. My love The world loves nature more.”

Just by hearing the name, one can tell that it is not a flower shop that can be found at any time in ordinary streets and alleys.Indeed, the flowers in the "Forest of No Paths" are all rare and precious varieties in the local area, not to mention the high price, and they can't be bought with money——

The first time Jane found this flower shop was early in the morning, midsummer, and the street had already started to be noisy.Following the guidance of the locals all the way, when she finally stood in front of the "Forest of No Paths", she was speechless and found that the flower shop was still closed-obviously, the owner was not ready for a new day.

So Jane had to go back home angrily.The next day, I picked a time close to noon, wandered around to the Ponte Vecchio again, looked at the still closed gate from a distance, with a blank expression on my face.

The third time she learned enough lessons, she specially chose an afternoon tea time when the sun was fading and the heat had not yet arrived. She took the bus and swung slowly all the way to her destination. tripe buns.When she walked to the bridge while enjoying the food, she glanced casually and found that the flower shop had opened for the first time!

Jane looked up at the sunset glow all over the sky, and was silent for a few seconds.

[Is everyone doing business so casually? ] Jane asked Life Number One.

Life No. [-], [Others are okay, flowers are a bit emmmmm for seasonal things...]

Jane stood on the bridge, looking at the slender and frail woman in a white dress with a special effect of a soft light filter, with an unimaginable expression on her face, struggling to move a pot of flowers out of the store, letting them enjoy the belated day of every day Sunbathing.In a prime location like Ponte Vecchio, the area of ​​that flower shop is even twice as large as that of the century-old antique shop opposite. I can imagine how long it would take her to move all the potted plants out by herself. Not to mention the complicated preparations such as watering, pruning, fertilizing, and deworming——

[If she moves like this, it will probably be dark at night, right? 】Jane couldn't believe it, 【Have you ever seen a flower shop that opens in the afternoon and closes in the early morning? 】

[Could it be... Does she know that only vampires will buy her flowers? 】

【Uh... Maybe this is a real case of 'it's nothing to do with money, just want to sell beauty'...】Life No. [-] spoke without confidence.

As the saying goes: If you like to buy or not, you are not short of money anyway.

[The only daughter of the rich N generation is good,] Jane is full of envy, [But you don’t worry about going bankrupt after a lot of hard work, and you can go home and inherit the property at worst]

[Perhaps it was to create opportunities for 'First Encounter',] Life No. [-] beeped softly, [After all, she is a young heroine of literature and art, and she must have higher ideological awareness and unique personality than ordinary people like us in order to attract male protagonists and The eyes of the supporting actors from all walks of life...]

Thinking about it this way, it seems that it is not so unacceptable for the flower shop to open until the evening - at least they are not willing to be arranged by their parents to work in the family company, in order to realize the beautiful dream of "being with flowers and plants" that has never faded since childhood , stubbornly took a large amount of his own pocket money and moved out of the villa, resolutely rented the largest storefront in the prime location, and relentlessly took care of the most beautiful and delicate flowers. Supported the entire flower shop, from the moment I opened my eyes to see the sunset, I started working non-stop, until night fell, and everything was silent...

Jane stared there without blinking: "The long hair of a woman in a white dress is gently scattered around her shoulders, and a bunch of broken hair is tied behind her ears, revealing a bright and soft side face. She bent down slightly and looked at them. Her gaze is like looking at her own child, gentle as water, clear to the bottom. The light of the setting sun falls on her slender and trembling eyelashes, casting fan-like shadows. There seems to be a smile on her lips, and the breeze blows through the skirt, The water droplets splashed by the shower seemed to be imprinted into her eyes, rippling with fine, quiet and moving light..."

All troubles fade away like time, and the world is stable and peaceful, and the years are quiet and good.

— except for one thing.

【Is she... watering the prickly pear? 】Jane witnessed the beautiful scene in front of her, and murmured, 【Did you pour a whole pot of water? 】

Also, in such a hot weather, the owner of the florist, who has a calm temper and does not care about fame and fortune, has worked so hard to move all the top-quality crocuses that like shade and coolness to a sunny place. Isn't he afraid that "my child" will die in peace?

Seeing such a miraculous operation, Jane choked up for a moment, and turned her head unbearably, [I'd better wait for the plot to start before coming back... It's enough to witness such a thing with your own eyes once]

Life No. [-] nodded approvingly.

……

……

Gloria recently had a mystery customer.

As we all know, "Forest of No Path" opens its doors at the moment when the last rays of the setting sun fall into the sky, and closes at the first moment when the eastern morning light breaks through the clouds and the sun shines on the mountains and rivers.This way of selling flowers is unintentionally unique and deviant in the eyes of everyone. Although everyone is very curious about this flower shop that does not aim at making money, not many people will really pick it up late at night. Picking flowers, so business has been deserted since Gloria opened the shop.Although a large sum of money was paid for it every day, Gloria didn't care at all——

What she pursues is such a leisurely, tranquil, and peaceful life.She is born with a calm temper and doesn't like to compete for fame and fortune. Her biggest dream is to open a shop and sell beautiful things. She can find her own peace in this complicated and noisy world, not to be burdened by reality, and to be at ease.She has an indissoluble bond with beautiful things like flowers, and she works tirelessly every day to prune and water them to show its most beautiful side, just to give her attitude towards life along with flowers. Others, I hope they can occasionally stop in the busy life like myself, and stop to appreciate the moment of beauty.This is the happiest thing in the world to her.

Therefore, no matter how hard and tiring she is, Gloria never hands her dreams to others. She wants to leave her own beautiful memories in Florence, a city of literature and art, and give roses to others, leaving a lingering fragrance in her hands.She always thought that everyone could not understand her feelings, until in the past month, a mysterious customer who never showed up would make a boy with a cute baby face come to the flower shop late at night Buy the most expensive and the brightest two flowers in the store, regardless of the price, regardless of the variety, day after day, without interruption.

Gloria didn't ask about the identity of the other party at first, and she didn't ask even though she was curious.Gloria endured it for a long time until the mysterious customer reported on time every day, but never said what the purpose was. Finally, one night, she softly called out to the boy who was about to leave with flowers, and said with a smile——

"May I ask... the old customer who made you come to pick up the flowers, is there anything you want to say to me?"

The boy with black hair and blood-red eyes turned his head, with a mischievous smile on the doll's face, staring at the demure and indifferent woman in front of him for a moment, and said mysteriously, "Since you asked...well, he did I have something to bring you—”

He pointed to the exquisitely packaged Damask roses and color-changing tulips in his hand, blinked, and slowly spoke in a poetic voice——

"'She is dear to me—a fragrance that never fades'."

Gloria was taken aback, and instantly understood the other party's intention to take away the "most expensive" and "best-colored" flowers every day - he was telling himself that in his mind, she was as expensive as these flowers, Fresh, beautiful and priceless.

Gloria bit her lip, feeling that the other party was a little rude, but also couldn't bear to wonder what kind of identity it was that refused to show up in person after a month, and only let a teenager pass the word in the middle.But there is no doubt that the other party must be worth a lot of money to be able to throw [-] euros overnight without blinking an eye.What kind of person is he?Could it be that he has also seen through the mediocrity of this world, so he noticed himself?

With many thoughts in her heart, Gloria bent the corners of her eyes, showed a soft smile, and said to the boy sincerely, "No matter what...thank you, I think they can be bought by people who understand and love them. Even if it can only be bloomed once in a lifetime, there is no regret."

The young man raised his eyebrows and looked at the woman in white again. After a while, he suddenly smiled and nodded, "This is a very novel idea, but...it sounds interesting, ha."

Gloria smiled slightly, her eyes were clear, gentle and bright.

……

……

Jane, who had witnessed the whole good show, couldn't help covering her chest.

[I can probably guess the next plot,] Her face was solemn, [On a dark and stormy night, the proud and beautiful vampire was rounded up by hunters who came after him, accidentally injured, and fell in front of the hostess' door, Then--】

[Pause, stop,] Life No. [-] opened his eyes wide, [This is an old routine many years ago, why are people still using it now? 】

Jane rolled his eyes at him, [old fashioned, but effective]

Life No. [-] expressed doubts, 【He is Caius, how could that kind of guy get injured and then be rescued by a woman so embarrassingly? 】

Jane rubbed her chin, thinking, [I just helped to omit the countless sub-plots and detailed descriptions and jumped to the final result. You can still think of Florence, where the sun is shining every day, where the heroine and the heroine What better chance to meet? 】

Life No. [-] really thought about it carefully for a moment, 【...no】

He glanced at the information, [But their real meeting is in Chapter 130, that is to say, about three years later... how to do this, three years, who knows what will happen]

Jane thought for a while.

[The plot always has to be driven by someone, it doesn't matter who it is, right? 】Jane turned her head, 【What is my identity this time? 】

Life No. [-], [Well... your character set is 'a fledgling, young and energetic vampire hunter']

As he talked, as if he was infected by the artistic fragrance of the flower shop, he couldn't help reciting a poem, "Death in the morning, birth in the evening, scarlet and poignant whitewash, between the world and the tomb, graceful steps , chasing the fragrant blood...]

Jane shook, and immediately interrupted him mercilessly, snorting coldly, 【You have a mouth, and you chatter all day long.Eat (xī) a meal (xuě) and pretend to be like the wind, always with you]

Life One, […]

The author has something to say: PS: "Dead in the morning, born in the evening, decorated with vermilion and poignancy, walking between the world and the tomb, with graceful steps, chasing the fragrant blood." From "League of Legends" by the Scarlet Reaper.

Unified answer to the questions that appeared in the previous article:

Is the hostess an ordinary person?My synopsis tells me no, or I won't survive the second episode.

Is the heroine beautiful?Some people like blond hair, blue eyes and long legs, while others like petite and cute pouty mouth.In my eyes, the heroine is beautiful.

Is the heroine important?It is definitely important for this article, but for the author, she carried most of my complaints about Tianlei routines in my youth, and the "heroine" is just a character that this article focuses more on.

Will the heroine have a hero?Unfortunately, there will not be.Don't ask why, single dog の resentment.

Will you write about the origin and story of the heroine in the future?Of course it will, otherwise all the foreshadowing will be in vain.

How many worlds are there in total?About 10, after all, this is the heroine's lucky number 233.

As well as the most questioned question since the beginning of the article, "Is the heroine Mary Su?" I thought about it before writing, and the following plots will explain this.