"Fourteen Interludes of Love?"

Kitahara and Kaede subconsciously repeated a sentence, suddenly thinking of the most respected female poet of that era in the third dimension, and the works she wrote that were to some extent even better than Shakespeare's sonnets: "The Portuguese"

Collected Sonnets.

Elizabeth Barrett Browning?

The traveler connected these two very similar names almost instantly:

Although the surname is different, considering that the surname of the poet "Browning" in the third dimension also comes from her husband, it seems that there is no problem if the Elizabeth of this world is not married yet.

But in his impression, the three-dimensional Elizabeth has been in a state of paralysis of both legs for a long time. If Miss Elizabeth in this world is in the same situation, then as a disabled person, it takes a lot of courage to choose a political career.

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Wait, speaking of this, the foreign girl I met yesterday who felt too enthusiastic, seemed to call herself Elizabeth, and seemed to have trouble with her legs...

The corners of Beiyuan and Feng's lips twitched, and an unpleasant feeling gradually rose in their hearts.

Could it be that the Elizabeth he met last time was the boss of Miss Woolf?

So, are you British so enthusiastic?jpg

"There is no need to put on such an unbelievable look, Mr. Kitahara." As a professional spy, Miss Woolf naturally saw what the other party was thinking and sighed softly, "Actually, this is

What I want to talk to you about."

Beihara and Feng pressed their temples and raised their heads to look at the British superpower. They recalled the young lady's "familiar" performance in front of them and realized something in their hearts: "So, her superpower is related to prophecy."

?”

"That's right."

The young girl who came from the Fog City of London, but finally chose to stay in the North, looked at the traveler's orange-gold eyes, and the green eyes reflected the warm light in the pub, and she seemed soft for a moment.

"Her power is prophecy." Woolf spoke slowly, reaching out to take down a bottle of red wine from the bar and filling the goblet in front of her. "The effect is that after the power is awakened, every time

Every fourteen days, I will dream about a glimpse of the events that will happen in the future."

"Are there no restrictions or costs?"

Under the bright lights inside the tavern, the traveler tapped the empty glasses on the counter with his fingers. Watching these crystal clear handicrafts reflecting the infinite splendid light under the light, he suddenly asked curiously.

If not, then the existence of this superpower would be too buggy.

"The Fourteen Interludes of Love, as the name suggests."

Woolf smiled slightly, with a strange sense of desperation in her eyes: "Using one's own misfortune as the price, using 'love' as the anchor, and seeing the future of those who 'love' oneself. This is how she expresses her strangeness.

The Origin of Nōnam.”

This is also the true meaning of this ability.

It does not exist to achieve a genius who knows everything, nor to serve as an excellent assistant for conspiracy, nor to be the arrogance of mortals trying to predict fate and the unknown.

It is the simplest, most innocent, even humble, prayer and blessing for "love".

I want to see what those people who will love me, who is so unfortunate, will look like in the future. I want to see the stories of these people, and I want to see what kind of future they will have.

That's all.

"Love……"

The traveler was silent for a while, and then repeated the word in a subtle tone. Under the bright light, his orange-gold eyes showed an inexplicable and complicated expression.

He naturally knows the meaning of this love: it is not limited to love, but also includes various relationships such as friends, confidants, companions, mentors, relatives, etc.

It can make a scarred, cold and tired heart feel safe and warm again, and gain new heat and tenderness from under the dead old shell - this is "love". In the third dimension, it redeems the person who has low self-esteem, is sensitive and fragile

of poetesses.

It is also in this story that this woman with paralyzed legs is the only spider's thread she can hold on to in the abyss of misfortune.

Did she see me?

Kitahara and Kaede thought of Elizabeth, who looked too mature and lively, giving the impression of a delicate girl, and paused slightly as she tapped the glass with her fingertips.

The traveler from another world lowered his eyes slightly, feeling a rare feeling of guilt and heaviness in his heart, as well as an emotion that could even be described as panic.

Kitahara and Kaede have never thought about it, and they dare not not think about what they can change in the world, or what it means.

All his actions come from his own heart, whether it is love and recognition of others, likes and admirations - he has never thought about the consequences of this, nor what he looks like to others.

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After all, a traveler cannot stop. For every person he knows in life, he is destined to be just a passer-by. They meet in a hurry, and then leave in a hurry.

But suddenly someone told him that your ridiculous, meager, and even arrogant "love" happened to lift up a fragile soul many years ago.

"It's really... a heavy burden." Kitahara and Feng looked at the wine glass in front of them, paused for a moment, and then showed a helpless smile.

What would that child be thinking about when she experienced all kinds of misfortunes, when she was paralyzed in bed, and when she saw the stories of those who loved her?

——There are still people who love me.

——There are still people who will love me in the future.

——I really want to see them in the future, I really want to take a real look at them, I really want to have a few words with them...

——I really want to live to see them one day.

"Sometimes, the reason that can make a person choose to live strong is so simple and incredible. Right?"

Woolf twirled the red wine glass in her hand, her cold green eyes reflected a fiery and bright crimson color, and she let out a somewhat self-deprecating sigh from her thin lips.

"I never thought at first that I would be one of them. You know, from the first contact, I have been testing her, testing the source of her affection for me, testing her

bottom line, and even deliberately took advantage of this."

"You are right, my profession is related to intelligence. I never want to believe in feelings because I have seen too many messy stories between humans."

When Miss Woolf said this again, she still had a smile on her face - a tired, elegant smile that seemed to be etched on this face forever. It was as blurry as the one that filled London.

The mist seems to be dissipating under the sunshine in the next moment, but it is constantly hovering in more distant time and space.

The traveler looked at the other person, opened his mouth, and finally said nothing. He just poured himself a glass of red wine, drank the wine, and continued to listen to the story quietly.

That is someone else's story, and others just need to be a qualified listener.

"I like opera very much, I like ballet very much, and I also like poetry, novels, and music. I believe there is pure love in these stories, because that's what I hope. But at the same time, I don't believe it will appear in reality.

inside."

Virginia Woolf raised her head and showed a somewhat free and easy smile, as if the sea breeze from the Atlantic had briefly dispelled the lingering haze on her body.

"Why, because it makes me feel like what I believe in is a joke. I know what I looked like at that time: like a self-deceiving child who refused to admit his childish wrong ideas and justified his actions.

Making up all kinds of excuses. Because of this kind of thinking, I missed a lot of precious things, but..."

"But I don't want to miss her again."

The woman in a black dress looked at the traveler with a calm determination in her eyes, just like the determination when Tolstoy told him about his ideals.

Beihara and Feng took a sip of the wine. The sweet and slightly bitter taste made him burst into laughter.

Yes, why can't it be an ideal?

An unfortunate person who always smiles, a person who is pulled up by love from the future, a person who even has supernatural powers to interpret and express love - her existence itself is proof of the greatness of "love".

"She didn't want to come to see me, so you came to see me, is that right?" Thinking of this, Beihara and Feng let out a silent sigh, and they already knew exactly how this matter would develop.

How easy is it to see something? A child in deep misfortune who is worried about gains and losses, longs for love, but when he actually meets what he wants, he shrinks back and dares not move forward.

She was worried that her contact would bring the same misfortune to those who loved her, so she only dared to watch from a distance. Even the contact was as quick as a dragonfly.

"Yes, she may have blamed all my misfortunes on her, and thought that this was the price of being in contact with her." Woolf smiled, looking a little helpless, "So she doesn't dare to come to see you now.

, and maybe try to keep you away from her."

For those who are too gentle, they would rather lose love than lose those who have been gentle to them.

In many cases, it is precisely because we are used to misfortune that we are particularly cruel to ourselves, and at the same time we are particularly caring and gentle towards the misfortunes of others.

"Is that really the case?" Beihara and Feng raised their eyebrows, then also smiled, and then nodded to each other, "I know what to do, thank you."

"I just don't want to see her so sad. And I don't want to see the stupid things I did done repeated by another person."

Woolf murmured in a low voice, rarely looking a little embarrassed, and then put the goblet she had just finished drinking on the table: "I'm leaving. Elizabeth has other things for me to do, what about you?"

"

"Well, are you going back to the hotel to catch up on the manuscript?" Kitahara and Kaede shrugged nonchalantly, swung the unfinished red wine glass in their hands, and said in a brisk tone, "Then, I'll see you again, Miss."

The supernatural being from the UK smiled and calmed down the expression on his face. He still looked as calm as ever, as graceful and hazy as mist.

"Goodbye by fate."

【I saw those happy years and sad years——

My own years have connected one black shadow after another

passed over my body. Immediately afterwards, I noticed

(I cried) There is a mysterious black shadow behind me
To be continued...