[Yi Yang Qianxi] Chang Gung Star

03.

It was dusk when Elliott woke up, and the only light source in the dark room was a small oil lamp lit on the wooden table.After a muffled grunt, Elliot sat up while supporting his faintly aching forehead, and touched something hard beside him with his other hand. He was slightly taken aback, and turned his head to see that it was his oil-paper umbrella. He seemed to relax. With a sigh of relief, the faint light of the oil lamp on the wooden table allowed Elliott to see the structure of the room clearly. There was a stack of white papers on the ordinary wooden table, and the dense English characters on the white paper made his scalp numb.

"Ah, trouble..." The moment he clenched his hands tightly, he only felt the powerlessness transmitted from his body to the brain nerves, and when he raised his eyes to stare at the front, many of the same phantoms appeared as if he was drunk. He smacked his lips and gently rubbed his temples to wake himself up. There was a strong smell in the air, like a breath that hadn't been ventilated for a long time.

creak-

The wooden door was opened, and he stepped into the light. There seemed to be thousands of dust behind him as a support. Elliott, who had just adjusted to the semi-darkness, squinted his eyes uncomfortably, and there were only fuzzy black dots in his hazy vision.

"woke up?"

Elliott was not in a good mood at the moment, so he raised his head angrily to express his thoughts.The priest was not angry because of this, he walked in with a bowl of water and put it in front of Elliott, "I just woke up and drank some water." Elliott rarely obeyed, he took a small sip to moisten his parched lips .

"You are so close to me, are you really not afraid that I will goug your eyes? Father." Elliott picked up the umbrella beside him and stood up from the bed, looking down at the priest, his playful eyes made the priest chuckle , the priest opened his lips lightly: "Call me by name."

Elliott just let out a cold snort, quickly walked over to the window beside the priest, and pulled open the heavy curtains; he looked out of the window. At the end of the path, there are a few street lights on both sides of the path, and occasionally one or two carriages pass by on the path to break the silence of the night.He looked up at the sky full of stars but fell into an unexpected silence.

"What do you remember?"

"What do you mean?"

The quill he had just picked up was put back by the priest. With five fingers of his left hand, he caressed the silver cross in the palm of his right hand. Elliott turned sideways in puzzlement, and his eyes shifted to the priest.

"Would you not understand what I said? Elliott." The priest raised his head and looked at him. He believed in the saying 'a person's eyes can't deceive'. The elf has a pair of clear eyes that seem to contain all the good The eyes of things, and now the priest saw only his own face reflected in his eyes.The priest walked towards Elliott step by step with slow steps, and Elliott made up his mind to lean in the other direction, and before Elliott could think about what he would do next, he 'forced' him into a corner.

"I ask—what do you remember? You can answer about my broken wing and why I stayed in front of this church." With an unquestionable tone, Elliott sneered and stretched out his hand to his collar. He pulled it down, and Elliot held the top of the oiled paper umbrella against the priest's abdomen, and the priest put his hands on the walls on both sides of Elliott, and because of the oiled paper umbrella, he had to fight with Elliott. Te kept a certain distance, "Father, you want to know this so much but don't know that I don't like people who are so tall and still stand and talk to me?"

"Bad kids don't have candy."

"Father, you think too much, I don't like to eat that kind of sweet and greasy food."

Looking at each other without words, it took a long time for the priest to break this slightly ambiguous posture. He straightened up and walked back to the wooden table again, pulled out the chair and sat down. I don't know what kind of emotion is in his amber eyes. Elio Teh snorted softly.

"You remember my name." The priest's voice was a little hoarse at this moment, but Elliott didn't notice this, and he didn't know the priest's clenched fist under his sleeve; he opened the oil-paper umbrella indifferently, and the umbrella The bone rested on his shoulders, and then he jumped back onto the window sill to face the priest, and he did not forget to refute: "If you ask anyone in the church, you will know that the new priest is from the East and his name is 'Yi Yangqian' Is Xi' okay?"

The priest opened his lips slightly, but he couldn't say a word. Under the flickering light of the oil lamp, Elliot couldn't see clearly what the priest was feeling at the moment.

"Yi Yangqianxi, you have misunderstood the elf." Elliott raised his jaw and looked at the priest coldly, with his legs dangling, and the curvature of the corner of his mouth gradually became sharper; he had always believed in his intuition, And at this time, his intuition told him that the guy in front of him had misunderstood the elf, and he would show such feelings towards him; Elliott also thought that he knew the outline of this matter.

"Then why did you say that sentence 'May the Lord forgive you for what you have done in the past', Elliott, stop pretending, okay?" The priest even sounded uncertain, and he didn't dare to raise his head to meet Elliott. Liot stared straight ahead, afraid that he would let himself fall into a 'false trap'.

Elliot put his right index finger against his chin, and looked up slightly, "Because your soul is sinful. Oh, yes—it was my intuition."

Elliott blinked his eyes and smiled innocently.

But in the priest's opinion, Elliott's smile was better than not smiling; feeling glaring, the priest closed his eyes irritably, and tapped his fingers on the wooden table top, which made a crisp sound.

The priest can master the melody of the sound, but he cannot master the melody of his heart.