In the evening breeze,
The sound of hymns.
The wind had stopped and the rain had stopped,
She felt as if she had fallen into an ice valley, and the bouquet in her hand suddenly fell to the ground.
Not far away, there was a conflict in the church.
The little nun's body was removed by her family, and the priests of the Church were dispersing the crowd that was whispering around the church.
An older senior priest lectured her family with an unhappy expression. The man in the lead sighed after being criticized. The middle-aged woman was crying, but she kept chanting scriptures.
At this moment,
A young man rushed into the crowd and faced the father of the hanged nun,
He gave a ruthless blow. He still wanted to make a move on the senior priest,
Another middle-aged man who looked like a butler hurriedly squeezed in and hugged the young man tightly.
"Are you an adulterer?" The senior priest stared at the audacious young man gloomily.
"Spit!" The young man was tightly entangled and could not move,
Instead, he spat on his robe.
He was disrespectful to the priest in public,
Judging from his attire, he was a third-level youth, two levels lower than the monk,
God said that people were born to stand on their own stairs,
How dare he do this?
The black-robed priests were eyeing him covetously,
They were only waiting for the senior priest's order,
They were about to drag the young man away.
The atmosphere was on the verge of breaking out,
Kleimont looked up,
He, who had always been gentle and elegant, also changed his expression, "Ernest!"
He even ignored Lin Daiyu and rushed over like the wind. Before the senior priest opened his mouth, he put his hand on the priest's shoulder, revealed a harmless and soft smile, and whispered a few words.
The senior priest heard and looked at the young man with a gloomy face before waving his hand, "God is always merciful to his own lambs."
Kleimont smiled, but his hand firmly pulled Ernest, "Don't mess around!"
The brown-eyed young man was a little surprised to see him, but he stopped moving. After listening to Kleimont whisper a few words to him, he lowered his head and regained his composure. Finally, he looked back for a long time at the white cloth covering his bare feet that were full of scars. He followed Kleimont and left the center of the crowd.
After returning to Daiyu's side, Klemont let out a sigh of relief. "Miss Anna, you must be joking. This is my friend, he … "
"I know him." Daiyu said.
Claymont was surprised.
Daiyu took a few steps forward and stopped in front of the young man, Ernest. She stared into his clean brown eyes and sighed, "We meet again, sir."
*
When they returned to their residence, it started to rain again.
For the first time, Madame Géron avoided her.
The dinner rules were strictly enforced for the first time.
Dinner was placed on the table, but Miss Volgue had already gone downstairs.
Lin Daiyu lowered her eyelashes and reached out to take the plate.
Downstairs, she could still hear Miss Volgue and Madame Géron talking.
Madame Géron sighed tiredly. "Sigh, what's going on?"
They were discussing the news that had shocked all of Abat. The pious and gentle madam said with tears in her eyes, "The youngest daughter of the Gondor family.
"The youngest daughter of the Goncourt family. I met her when I was young. I heard that she ran away from the convent for some reason and recited scriptures all night for her violation of the precepts. Poor child, and now, she's so young … Sigh, poor child. "
The rain outside was a little cold. Lin Daiyu wanted to close the window, but she saw the bouquet of flowers on the dressing table.
It was a little withered.
Miss Volgue's loud voice, even though she deliberately lowered it, could still be heard clearly upstairs.
"Madam, I heard that she committed adultery with someone and ran away pregnant. She was sent home, and her family wanted her to atone for her sins. She refused and ran away again. "
That was my sin. The formerly cheerful and handsome young man almost broke down. He said in a low voice, "I thought that after the banquet revolution … she wouldn't …"
"Heavens!" Madame Géron exclaimed. "Sigh, sigh." She sighed repeatedly. Finally, the pious and gentle madam instructed Miss Volgue gently and kindly as always.
"Alright. Don't talk about these immoral acts anymore. "
Wouldn't what? At that time, the young man couldn't continue. He gradually broke down and choked with sobs. "Uncle and I sent her home! I was the one who sent her home! But she said thank you to me! "
On the dressing table, the bouquet of flowers was scattered and withered. The rain that drifted in through the window gradually soaked the carpet.
Lin Daiyu suddenly remembered that day, in the same rain and wind, the thin and weak little girl had risked coming to her window and mumbling.
She finally remembered what the little girl had mumbled back then.
The child had said, "Thank you."
She hadn't been treated well in her short life. She had nothing. The only person who had helped her was a bouquet of flowers and a thank you.
Downstairs, the doorbell rang.
A moment later, Miss Volgue reluctantly called out to her.
"Miss Lin, the newspaper you ordered!"
She responded in a low voice. She went downstairs to get the newspaper.
When Madame Géron saw her, she hid far away, clasping her hands in front of her chest and praying in fear.
Ever since she revealed that she was the creator of "Wrong Marriage" that day, the atmosphere in the house changed completely in an instant.
Miss Volgue was eccentric, and Madame Géron didn't say a word to her from then on.
Perhaps it was because of the Empress's praise from Bona, Abat's favor from the big shots, or perhaps it was because of the initial introduction, or perhaps it was because of the feelings they had developed over this period of time, Madame Géron and Miss Volgue never mentioned chasing her out. It was just that they seemed to be unfamiliar with each other like ordinary tenants, and they were even vigilant.
She lowered her eyes and went back to her room.
The news in the newspaper was full of praises for "Wrong Marriage". There were even some who said that the final resurrection of "Wrong Marriage" showed God's mercy. It was as if a word of praise from the royal family had surpassed all the previous faults.
Sigh.
She exhaled softly.
At the window, the wind blew the original manuscript of "Wrong Marriage" up and stopped on the last page.
"It turns out that the Church of God is like the Confucius Sect. It's actually a foreign homeland."
*
The two trees on the grave grew intertwined. Angels descended from the sky, and divine light descended.
A pair of lovers woke up from the grave.
The parents of the two families were ecstatic. At the end of the reunion, people helped the couple up from the grave and surrounded them to the wedding.
Since their resurrection, the couple had appeared exceptionally docile. It seemed that they no longer had the fierce rebellion from before. They allowed people to shout that God's grace had blessed their marriage. In a joyous atmosphere, they were surrounded and left.
Behind her, the angels still stopped on the tree. They lowered their eyes pitifully and looked at the empty coffin. There was still a pair of humble butterflies with broken wings.
One of the butterflies had its head separated from its body, and the other was withered.
The comedy ended.
The palace actors lay in front of the throne in fear, waiting for the emperor's evaluation.
Allan I was tall and handsome. His sword-like eyebrows flew into his temples, and he suppressed his ambitious eyes. Just looking at his face and posture, he had the momentum of a tiger crouching and a dragon coiling. He seemed to have endless energy.
He sat on the throne and commented, "Interesting."
Hathaway smiled and said, "I also think that the one in this play seems to be resurrected. In fact, the ironic ending is the most interesting. I specially asked them to arrange the original manuscript that I brought back. "
Allan I immediately sneered. "Cousin, the most interesting part of this play is not this ending."
"Then, Your Majesty, what do you think is interesting?"
Allan I knocked on the armrest, raised his eyebrows, and smiled without saying anything.
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