[Yi Yang Qianxi] Chang Gung Star

02.

The western sky was slightly pale. Elliott was sitting on a thick tree branch outside the arch of the church with a dilapidated oil-paper umbrella. He looked down at the believers coming in and out, but his eyes were hazy; Leaning his head against the tree trunk, he looked exhausted. He closed the umbrella weakly, and slowly lowered it with the handle in his hand; Elliott slowly closed his eyes, and his body fell into the mud of sleep uncontrollably. nest.

With only a little posture left, he could feel that his body could not move, and he didn't know how long this state would last. The whole person was almost limp on the branch, and the strength of holding the oil-paper umbrella in his hand decreased rapidly, and the oil-paper umbrella slipped from his hand It made a "clang" sound when it fell on the ground, which made him half awake, but his body still couldn't be controlled by himself.

"Oh, it's a naughty elf who only likes to climb trees and doesn't even need an umbrella."

Elliott seemed to hear a familiar and joking voice vaguely.

Hallucinations?he thinks.At that time, the body leaned forward uncontrollably, sitting on the branch and soon fell down the tree due to weightlessness, the sound of the wind was a bit harsh in my ears, and the sound of the wind seemed to wash away everything, leaving the world with only the crying of ghosts and gods .Elliot didn't know what would happen to him next, fell to the ground and turned into a meat paste?Not impossible.

There was no pain, and the tip of his nose accidentally smelled the fragrance of the priest he saw yesterday, just like after the rain. Only then did Elliot realize that the familiar voice was not a hallucination, but came from the mouth of the priest he saw yesterday.Nesting in the arms of a man is a particularly awkward existence for Elliott, but Elliott can only nest in the arms of the priest even after many attempts.

"Are you sleepy?" The priest looked at Elliott in his arms and raised his eyebrows lightly, "Climbing trees when you're sleepy, isn't that a worry-free rhythm? A particularly bad elf." The priest frowned, and he freed up a hand, pinching the leaves that fell on top of his head with his slender fingers, and flicked Elliott's forehead restlessly.

"Ah, then go to sleep, elf; let me take you home." The deep voice lingered in his ears, and the mania in his heart was inexplicably suppressed, as if a demon was whispering in his ears to seduce. 'Going home' is both a familiar and unfamiliar contradictory word for Elliott, he faintly felt that he had heard it somewhere before... The priest hugged Elliott, his left arm was close to Elliott's. Legs, five fingers that are free to pick up the oil-paper umbrella.

Just let me rest for a while, when I wake up, I will keep your eyes.Elliott thought so.

The priest started to move, and Elliott could feel it, though the priest's movements were careful enough; Elliott's meaning began to blur, and he let himself fall asleep in his arms without thinking twice.In the church, the priest's footsteps paused for a while, "Catherina?"

"It's me, Father, who is this in your arms?" Sister Catherine was wearing a black nun's attire and a black turban on her head.She stretched her neck curiously and looked at the child in the priest's arms.The priest smiled kindly, and covered Elliott's ears with his right arm, "It's a child sleeping outside the church door, so bring him in in case he catches a cold."

Katharina opened her eyes wide and only saw the quiet and gentle profile of the child in her arms.

"Wow, what a lovely child. The Lord must have blessed this angelic child." Catherine, who began to overflow with love when she saw the child's mother, did not hesitate to praise others.The priest just chuckled, and looked down at his sleeping face slightly. He had to admit that Elliott really deserved to be a child of the elves, with a refined appearance. The reason is in this appearance.

Afterwards, the priest and the nun said a few more words and hurried away to his room. After closing the heavy curtains, the room suddenly returned to the original grayness of the world.The priest put Elliott on the bed, gently lifted his bangs, and pressed his lips against his forehead, "Really, it's really not like you to call out one priest after another." He stroked Elliott with his right hand cheek, for fear that he would be broken like a doll.

"But... are you pretending or have you really forgotten about 'Yi Yang Qianxi'?" The priest narrowed his eyes slightly, clenched his left hand into a fist and hung down on the soft pillow, "Obviously the 'first' meeting At the end of the book, you still remember to call me Yi Yang Qianxi, but—your eyes are telling me that I am just a stranger now."

The priest turned his face coldly, and looked ironically at Elliott, who was still lying on the ground, he stood up, brushed off the dust on the priest's robe, walked out of the gloomy room with a sneer, and closed the door At that moment, the priest murmured: "I searched for him thousands of times in the crowd, and suddenly I looked back, but the man was in a dimly lit place." With a sneer, he cursed himself and closed the wooden door.