Atlas Double Star Book

After all, he really hasn't been back for a long time.

Peleas came to the white stone steps of the college.The red-haired Traminie had been waiting for a long time, and his wife Mira also smiled happily.These two young men can be regarded as his former students.During the seven years when Neil slept, Peleas locked himself in the tower without saying a word.The two teenagers were Neil's friends and visited him often.Peleas corrected the children's homework.

Now, both of them are excellent warlocks.

"Mr. Pelias, welcome back!"

"I am back."

The three of them were very excited. After many years, the friends are still the same.

"Mr. Pross has been waiting for you for a long time." Mira said.

Hearing the mentor's name, Pelias' heart almost stopped beating.He was afraid of Teacher Pross since he was a child, and had a fierce conflict with the teacher when he was young and vigorous, so that he left the academy.Since then, the relationship between the master and the apprentice has been tense.

Then something happened to Neil and he fell into a long sleep.

Although Mr. Pross was sad and angry, he didn't blame Pelias anymore, and he often found some awkward excuses to visit him... This time he said that he was out of ink, so he must borrow it from him; next time he said he forgot to take the pipe Another time, the old man suddenly appeared at the door with a golden retriever paparazzi in his arms, saying that he had found a puppy and there was no place to raise it. Seeing that Pelias lived alone in such a big tower, it was a waste. Decided to keep the dog here.In fact, Peleas knew that the old man wanted the puppy to accompany him.

Mr. Pross is Neil's grandfather. He is gentle in heart, but he has a stubborn temper and wants to save face.

After so many years, although the relationship between master and apprentice has eased, it is still difficult to get close.Pelias also often introspects, is it because he is also a stubborn person at heart?

Now that he was going to reunite with the old man, he had mixed feelings in his heart.

"Don't worry, Mr. Pross understands very well. He takes soft things but not hard ones," Mira smiled. "Actually, he misses you very much. After receiving your letter, he came to walk around the steps every day, complaining that' The brat is playing tricks on me again, and he will definitely not come back'."

"It's true haha. He often said to his apprentices: Pelias is my best student. You should all see how he worked hard in the past."

"Huh?" Pelias was a little surprised, the teacher had never praised him face to face.

"Hurry up, or the old man will lose his temper again." Mira held Peleas' hand and walked forward generously.

They walked through the boulevard, passed the astronomical clock, the bronze statue of the mage Le Guin, the book-shaped statues on the square, and walked across the covered bridge across the rift to Tallinn.

How many times has he walked this road?

The sea breeze blows, and the laughter of my companions seems to be in my ears.Peleas turned his head and saw two teenagers playing and laughing with their books on the bridge opposite.

The blond boy ran forward, and the dark-haired boy followed slowly, whistling.

So happy, innocent, carefree...

He once had a question that he had always wanted to ask Hein.But it doesn't matter.Even if he could no longer ask... that person's answer, he knew it by heart.

Because they are best friends.

"Hein, have you lived a happy life?"

"Yes."

Peleas smiled.

Then at least for a short time, he also brought happy memories to that person.

When Hein walked through the golden coast in the evening, he also said to his son: Dad has a friend, and together we raised a star.Behold, there--

"Yes, there."

Peleas muttered to himself.The evening wind was blowing, as if Hein was standing beside him.

"I'm back..." He turned his head and said to Hein, "Your son has grown up...and lived happily in this world."

After speaking, Peleas left.

Hein smiled and stood there watching him.

Until he went very far, until he could no longer see the figure of that person.He just cried out.

The sea, the sound of the waves, memories, and the slowly approaching dusk.

At that moment, Pelias finally agreed: If life could be restarted, he would also be willing to do it all over again, as he did now, with his youth, work, love, pain, timidity, struggle...all over again.In other words... No matter how many times he starts over, he will choose his current life.

Because when all the feelings come together... that's him, and all he's ever loved.

"Let's go, Teacher Pross can't wait." Peleas said to the two students.

It's getting dark and the seaside is a bit cold.The three chatted and laughed, and accelerated their pace to the Scholar's Tower in the west.There, the old man had been waiting anxiously for several hours.As soon as he saw the former students, the old man would announce loudly: "Peleas—don't come here! Don't you think I'll forgive you just by hugging me!"

Will do.

Because they are family.

Winter to spring.

It rained four times, and the branches of the college changed from dark green to mottled green.The stove was put away when it was useless.The new apprentices went to the real forest to explore together, but were captured by the angry warlock again.

Peleas spent the winter at the Academy, completing his dissertation on monsters.

In the days when he lived alone, he often received letters from friends:

Heather went to the ice plains to create words for the ice plains, so that the wizards who had their tongues cut off could write down knowledge that was about to be lost; the Duke's letters were the most frequent, except for the content related to Amir, which was to introduce his new drama , and vividly described the bustling daily life of Egg and Trand.

Neil's letter was fixed.

Every month the sparrowhawks come from the north, smelling of frost on their feathers.

The two wrote about all kinds of little things around them.

Made a new kind of pie, the dog has a molt, has trouble writing a paper, eats delicious pastry, loses a key...

They shared these things as if they were experiencing a common life.

"I'll be back soon."

"Wait until spring starts in May. It's freezing in the north now, and the mountain roads are covered with ice. Just pay attention to safety."

"That's April. I'll definitely be back then."

"Well, I'll wait for you."

Sometimes, Pelias would also tell the old man about the things in the letter.Teacher Pross listened carefully, and criticized Neil as a fool who didn't understand anything, and had to be brought back to the academy for him to educate himself.Peleas just laughed, because the grandparent and grandson are almost identical when they are serious.

In March, they went to visit the grave together and presented pure white bouquets.

After another rain, the lilacs on the edge of the cliff will bloom, and the small yellow and white flowers all over the mountains and fields will bloom around the giant mound and the dragon statue.

Almost time to prepare stuff for the return trip.

Pelias also decided to go back to the tower to have a look.

There, he spent seven years of loneliness and death.He didn't want to go to sleep every night, for fear that Neil would wake up suddenly.And at dawn, he wanted to convince himself that all this was a dream, and Neil was actually living far away.

But it's all over.

Peleas ascended the tower and gazed out at the sea from the familiar windows.

The tower's new owner made him a cup of herbal tea.It was an older historian who wanted to finish a new book on slavery in the middle of Ibagne in a quiet environment.

"If you don't mind, may I be here alone for a while?" asked Peleas.

The master readily agreed.

Peleas sat down by another window.In fact, the scenery here is also beautiful, but he never realized it before.The window faces north, and you can just see the cliff full of yellow flowers.

He took out the pen and paper and began to sketch the landscape.

There is a path on this side, shaded by wildflowers and grass.But it stretches all the way... from the untouched cliffs to the living and real world.

It was almost a symbol, Peleas thought.

When he makes up his mind to go out from the tower... Then he will go along this path, pass the black covered bridge, pass Tallinn, pass the square and gate of the college, pass the long road of Mount Bald, pass the wind Snow and travel... Keep going, keep going, back to the lighted cabin.If he opened the door, he would see the fire burning and Neil sitting at the table reading a book.And if he walked over and sat next to Neil, the two would look at each other and smile tacitly, sharing this quiet moment together.Then in his life, there is an unexpected happiness.

While painting and painting, Peleas was sleepy and fell asleep.That pale yellow sea of ​​flowers appeared in his dream.

After some time, he woke up.

"Scholar Pelias—" the historian called downstairs, "someone is coming over there, seems to be looking for you—"

?

Peleas watched from the window.

Pale yellow wildflowers are blooming all over the mountains and fields, and the grass blades are swaying in the wind.The blond young man came from afar, after a gentle hour.

is this real?

He rubbed his eyes, found his glasses and put them on—

"Ah..." Pelias covered his mouth.

Blurred light and shadow become clear.

He saw, in the warm twilight, Neil waving to him, smiling, just like in the painting.

"Teacher, I'm here to pick you up."

End of the full text.

2019.4.9

"Guardian Angel"

——Rilke

what shall I call you?

My lips are numb.

You are the first sentence, and the mighty gushes out.

I am slow and hesitant Amen,

End your beauty in awe.

The author has something to say: ah ah ah TAT

I was too excited to speak.

The postscript will be added later, the pdf, word and txt versions will be released on Friday, and the episode will start on Sunday.

Ah, by the way, there is also the matter of sending greeting cards!Friends who want a greeting card can tell me, I will write it and send it out next week>

I have a lot to say in my heart, so let me say it in the postscript.Bless you guys, thank you TAT????