Angel on earth

"...Ah! It's going to be all right, it's going to be all right, it's all going to be all right!

Drive the bad guys to the streetlights!

ah!It's gonna be alright, it's gonna be alright, it's gonna be alright!

Hang them from the lampposts! [1]"

In the summer of 1504 in the holy calendar, when King Aerys was still suppressing the Panshi army stranded in the territory, such singing sounded in the Red Dragon City, an industrial city in the northwest province of Gascony.

Mikhail got up in the morning, went downstairs to get newspaper and milk, and went into the kitchen to make breakfast.Aaron fumbled on the bedside table for a long time before he found his glasses. He walked slowly to the desk, staring blankly at the flow of people on the street.

The surroundings of their temporary residence are a bit like his small clinic in Jaranborg, but the air is not as good and the wind is not as strong.The summer in the northwest of Aerys is a bit colder than that of the Commonwealth, which is suitable for the excited people to sing and dance in the street early in the morning, but it is not easy to pass out from heat stroke.The church gave the locals an excellent opportunity, and the king was too busy to take care of himself. In the spring, the city’s parade even rushed to Oak City, uprooting the Brown family who had suffered a bloody massacre three years ago. The king just issued a hasty warning. Order, not even an investigator was sent.

Sometimes, like this morning, the two of them would not say a word for a long time, just doing some meaningless work by themselves, and then staring blankly, so as to pass the day.You don't have to do anything, and you don't do anything before going to bed. You can close the windows and draw the curtains, and you can fall asleep gently by leaning together.But Aaron has gained a lot of weight now, at least he no longer has a hard skeleton like before. Out of pure curiosity, Mikhail is no longer as desperate as before when he hugged him. Instead, it will bring a tenderness that is closer to happiness itself.

After breakfast, the staff of the "Prin" flower shop two streets away knocked on the door and delivered the flowers ordered by the customer; Mikhail ordered a service for a month, and today's daisies, lavender and blue roses.Aaron picked out a few vases on the desk and stepped back to admire his masterpiece.

They are going out today.Iris' clothing style is much more fancy than Noren's. Mikhail's flak coat with cloak also highlights his body line, and with that casual scarf, his face is full of reason. The indifference shown by the pupils has been diluted a lot. Despite the amazing size, he looks like a real happy sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy.

Aaron also did as the Romans did, and put together a similar outfit, and two guys who were taller than the other picked up their suitcases and went out.

Although there was a strike march today, they received a letter yesterday saying that the "New Sprouts" publishing house was open today and they could handle the handover.Aaron’s trip was to submit the annotations, extensions and revisions of the Gospel of Calvin, as well as a compilation of his notes on his practice over the years.He has carried out this job on and off for many years, and the past year was just enough time for a vampire with a good memory and excellent hand speed to compile it into a book and attach a piece of family medical hygiene knowledge.

He hoped to publish these booklets at the lowest possible price. Mikhail designed several plans for this purpose. In the end, "Sprout" stood out with a very low commission, and the two parties agreed to deliver the manuscript for printing this month.

During the initial negotiation, both parties were taken aback because the person who came to approach them "has decades of experience in medicine and persuaded the boss to take up this money-losing job that can bring huge reputation value to the publishing house." The editor turned out to be Dr. Carter from Chalek.After asking, I found out that as soon as the saints left, Carter fled Potosi with his wife and his father-in-law's family. After two years in Eden and the east of Iris, he came here through his parents' acquaintances. a new job.

Seeing Aaron and Mikhail again, Carter was more or less embarrassed. After all, in order to exonerate himself, he pushed all the framing of several mayoral candidates to Aaron.But in any case, Aaron felt that he was a guy who could speak a few words of truth that he had rarely met in the hundreds of years of wandering, and he forgave him long ago.Carter didn't care if he was a real vampire, and a few days after that, he invited Aaron and Mikhail to his house; the latter two brought homemade snacks, as if they had known each other for years .

The efficiency of the Iris people is very low, and it is precisely because there are too many employees like Carter.He said that there were not many people working today, and the proofreader was also on sick leave, and it was impossible for the machine to be turned on, so he stuffed the manuscript into the safe, and took the two of them to a family restaurant he often frequented for morning tea.

The Carter family lived near the restaurant, and he went home and brought his wife out while the hostess was preparing the meal.Mrs. Carter came out wearing an apron, complaining that her husband was in the way, while smiling happily, her complexion was much better than that of the girl in Aaron's impression.Seeing Aaron, she was much more surprised than her husband, and kissed the doctor passionately on the cheek. After learning that his name was Aaron, she lowered her voice and asked him if he was in trouble, and if he needed help from their family.

She was startled when she found Mikhail only after she sat down.Mikhail kissed the back of her hand and wished her health happily.At this time, the meals for the four of them were also served. Mrs. Carter enthusiastically recommended the chocolate hazelnut ice cream here to the guests. Dr. Carter told her to be careful of stomach pain while drinking hot coffee.

Aaron smiled and praised that the honey muffins are good.Before Carter had time to be surprised that he didn't have a mean and stiff smile, he saw Mikhail leaning over his head naturally, biting away the muffin with crystallized honey on Aaron's fork, and commented: "This is an honest family. , the eggs and flour are very fresh, the honey is wild chrysanthemum nectar, but it has a special flavor—what is that?"

Mrs. Carter nudged her husband, shook the small spoon, and said with a smile, "It's imported from the Snowy Plateau."

"Imported goods?" The two were stunned for a moment, and Aaron asked, "Isn't Aerys also occupying a quarter of the place?"

"Then you don't understand!" The housewife blinked her eyes, "The honey on the Snowy Plateau is also high or low, just like the wine in Oak City is better than that in other places, and the land occupied by Aiden used to produce better , followed by White Kingdom, followed by Aerys, and Abaddon's is the worst. However, the Abaddon people don't care about these, they make their own sunflower honey and linden honey in the north, which is not as good as here."

"So it is! Thank you, ma'am." Aaron took a sip of tea and ate a fork of chestnut cake that Mikhail handed to his mouth.The latter said: "After this is over, we are going to the Snowy Plateau."

"what is the matter?"

Aaron was still chewing on the somewhat sweet cake, so Mikhail told her about the proofreading and printing of the manuscript. The lady clapped her hands and gave her husband a sideways look: "Fortunately, you met me today, otherwise you will be caught by this The slut has escaped! Well, Michel is still very reliable, if you can trust it, leave it to him, and he is a doctor anyway."

"Margaret, you are too cruel to me!" Carter wailed exaggeratedly, his wife pretended to beat him, and told Aaron with joy: "I know he did it for our family to live a stable life. For this job, Aaron. Actually...well, I believe he's a good doctor. I don't know what he did badly, and I don't care what you're doing, and you don't have to be a friend . . . but if you will give him the chance—”

"Oh, Margaret, what are you in such a hurry for?" Carter interrupted her shyly. She slapped her head and said dejectedly, "Look at my memory! I want to say, yes, hurry up It’s time to go to Snow White Plateau! We can’t leave, we have to live here, but summer is the best time there! The news that Prince Orlando gave Aiden’s territory in Snow White Plateau to Princess Snow, you must have seen the news I heard that Princess Xue Nuo is such a cold person, but she manages it even more beautifully than before..."

"White has a good heart, and is actually a very warm-hearted woman." Mikhail said happily, "Thank you for your reminder, madam. ——Aaron, what do you think?"

"Oh, it's pretty good. It's just some proofreading work. Carter is fine." Aaron waved his hand and said with a smile, "Then I'll leave it to you, Carter. I wish you an early start here!"

Carter touched the coffee cup with him quite touched.

Mrs. Carter, also named Margaret, went back after eating the ice cream. Carter wiped her mouth and told her to be careful not to be discovered by Bodouin, otherwise he would make a fuss to eat it again.Aaron curiously asked if Boduan was their child. Mrs. Carter smiled and said yes, he was a troublemaker who was very similar to Michelle. In the morning, Michelle suddenly ran home and brought me out, leaving him behind. , If he finds out that I ran out to eat snacks, I will definitely make a fuss. He has been disciplined by his grandparents recently, and he doesn't even have to eat sugar...

Mikhail listened, unfastened a cuff button, clasped his hands on his knees, closed his eyes and cast a blessing, which he gave to Margarita.

Carter paid the bill and went back to the publishing house. Mikhail and Aaron sat for a while, bought a bottle of honey from the landlady, held it in their hands, and walked on the street with few pedestrians.

Today's sunshine is good, and it didn't take long for Aaron to get warm and warm. He yawned and said:

"Misha, Mishenka, I can't walk anymore."

Mikhail knelt down and picked him up.Aaron lay on the boy's strong and reliable back, sniffed at his neck with satisfaction, and said, "The Carters are pretty nice."

"Hmm." Mikhail wanted to touch his nose subconsciously, but he didn't have any free hands, so he just walked forward along the thin tree shadows, "I just came here without thinking much..."

"Don't think too much, don't be wronged." Aaron tightened his arms and muttered, "You can do whatever you want, Mishenka. Anyone who makes a fuss over a muffin is not my friend. "

While talking, Mikhail kept looking seriously at the cracked masonry road ahead, but Aaron noticed a little beggar about five years old standing in front of the alley not far away. , a pair of jet-black eyes stared at the two of them without turning around, his face full of resentment that had nowhere to go.

Aaron covered Mikhail's eyes with his hand.

His voice is deep and slightly hoarse, with some damp allure in the summer wind:

"Mishenka, let's go to the fruit market and make some jam at home."

Mikhail felt his heart beating lightly and quickly against his back, and smiled, "Mmm. The kiwi fruit I bought last week tastes good, but it's better to change the lemon..."

At the intersection of the streets, Mikhail walked into the turbulent sunshine and crowds.

The author says:

[1] Adapted from the French bourgeois revolutionary song AhCaIra, the original text is to hang the nobility, here just play with the stalk of the hanging street lamp ()