Saying goodbye to Zislade's antique shop, we walked in silence all the way to the exit.
Perhaps sensing Angel's thoughts, Sanders pondered for a moment and said: "Zslade has his own set of judgment standards in his heart. He respects balance. While taking, he will also give. This is not only
He has this set of standards for his customers, and he also treats people who have been harmed due to transactions equally."
Sanders paused and suddenly smiled: "Speaking of which, Zslade looked a bit like you when he first entered the wizarding world."
"However, you are better than him. Even if you don't feel happy when you look at the problem, you can still face it rationally and objectively. But the original Zslade was very passionate."
This was the first time Angel heard Sanders talk about his past, and he couldn't help but be curious: "What happened next?"
"Human life is too short, and human nature is too elusive. The longer you experience it, the more you will understand. Time has worn away Zislade's blood, and no matter how naive a person is, he cannot bear the temptation again and again.
"Wind and rain." Sanders did not explain what "wind and rain" meant, but paused and continued: "Speaking of which, I don't think he has changed much from before. At least, compared to him,
As far as the rest of the wizarding world is concerned, they have maintained their original aspirations for hundreds of years."
Sanders turned back and looked at the row of cursive letters on the wall of the door.
"If you are willing to burn the glory of life in exchange for a rose, I think you must be crazy."
Although this sentence comes from "The Flower Seller Dancing for Sin", the author of this book is actually Zslade. He carved this sentence on the door of his house, not only to show his identity, but actually
It also means that this is Zislade's own experience.
He is not only describing himself, but also introspecting at the same time.
Because he once had such an impulse to exchange his life for an inconspicuous rose.
…
Ride a gondola and fly.
As before, the gondola was covered by Sanders' illusion and no one else could see it.
But even if you don't use illusions to cover it up, no one will notice it on such a day.
Heavy fog.
And it was still a heavy fog on a hazy day.
The sky was hazy, turning the entire Shepherd City into a bluish-black color, which was on the line between being able to see clearly and yet being blurry.
Coupled with the heavy fog, although the fog is not thick, it still reduces the visibility by a few points. Except for the areas near street lights and building lights that can be clearly seen, other places are vague outlines.
Angel drove the gondola and flew towards the outside of Shepherd City.
Along the way, Angel realized some things about Zslade's previous transaction and fell into a kind of self-questioning thinking. Sanders also remained silent, still thinking about what Angel had brought to him before.
His waves of impact.
For a while, the atmosphere of silence was maintained for a long time.
It wasn't until he was about to reach the outskirts of Shepherd City that Angel came back to his senses. It wasn't that he figured it out, but that he was attracted by a ray of light on the ground.
Below is a climbing road. There are building outlines on both sides of the slope. There are no street lights, but the light from the buildings escapes, making the climbing road at least not so dark.
This climbing road is not on the main city road, so the urban construction plan has not been extended to this point. There are no floor tiles on the ground, and it is a pure dirt road. It seemed that there was a drizzle last night, making the road very muddy.
At this time, on this muddy slope, there was a figure holding an oil lamp, staggering forward.
This figure was wearing a rainproof cloak, so Angel didn't pay much attention to it at first, thinking it was just a lonely passerby. Later, Angel's attention was drawn because the ground was too slippery and she fell.
She lay on the ground, and due to her movements, the hood of her cloak fell down, revealing her full head of white hair.
The oil lamp also fell nearby, and the dim yellow light just illuminated her face. Angel looked down from the sky and immediately saw the old face illuminated by the light.
This is an old woman, the same one Angel saw in Zislade’s antique shop before!
Angel looked at the people on the ground, and the familiarity in his eyes became stronger and stronger. He didn't notice it himself, because of his observation, he also hovered the gondola.
This caught Sanders' attention.
Sanders looked down and saw a white-haired old woman lying on the ground. She seemed to have fallen and lay on the ground without moving for a long time. After a while, she managed to hold on and slowly sat up.
Sitting on the climbing road covered in mud, surrounded by a blue-black background and occasional bright lights. The fog floated, and the old man was breathing in a low voice.
Sanders looked at Angel: "What, do you know her?"
Angel shook his head: "I don't know either. I always feel it looks familiar, but I can't remember it."
After hearing Angel's words, Sanders looked at the old man on the ground again. This time, Sanders was much more serious than before. But this time he came to the same conclusion as before: "A very ordinary human being.
If you really want to pick something special, she has a sense of inconsistency."
"Feeling of dissonance?"
"She doesn't look like an old person in her eyes, but the aura of twilight in her body is not fake."
Sanders' words immediately reminded Angel of some scenes in the holographic tablet: "Could it be that a young soul broke into the body of another old man with white hair?"
Sanders burst out laughing: "If the soul can invade the body so easily, why do you think there are so many dead souls floating around in the world? There are many restrictions on soul invasion. How can a soul that can reach such restrictions choose a living person?
An ordinary old man who won’t be around for long?”
"What's more, this person's spirit and body are in harmony, and there is nothing inconsistent with them."
Angel was thoughtful and seemed to have thought of something: "I actually saw her in an antique shop before. Could she be Lord Slade's customer? Her current situation was obtained by trading youth and lifespan.
of?"
Sanders pondered for a moment: "It is possible. However, even if she is simulated as a young woman, I have never seen her."
The old woman on the ground finally stood up. Her feet seemed to be sprained, so she could only hold on to the railings on the side of the path and move forward slowly. As her figure slowly faded away, Sanders said to Angel: "It's time to go.
.”
Angel nodded. Regardless of whether he recognized this old woman or not, what he could confirm was that even if he felt familiar, the familiarity was not strong enough for him to recognize her identity at a glance. After all, this old woman was probably not an acquaintance.
At most, he is a familiar stranger, and he is an ordinary person... There is no need to continue to spend time thinking about it.
Thinking of this, Angel took one last look at her staggering back and drove the gondola towards the blue-black sky in the distance.
…
Anada raised her head and looked at the blue-black sky filled with heavy fog.
For some reason, she just kept feeling like someone was spying on her, and the sight was coming from the sky. However, she looked for a long time and found no clues.
Could it be that she felt something was wrong?
At this time, on the top floor of a four-story building by the road, someone opened the window, and a fat man whose facial features were squeezed out by flesh showed his head.
This little fat man was probably thirteen or fourteen years old. When he saw Anada, his eyes lit up, and then he rolled his eyes, as if he thought of something. He sucked in his cheeks sharply, and a mouthful of thick phlegm went in a parabola.
The location of Anada was spat out.
However, the naughty boy's accuracy was very poor, and the thick phlegm landed five or six meters away from Ananda.
Anada glared at the little fat man fiercely, and wanted to curse a few words, but now her body could no longer hold back the roar, so she could only whisper: "Damn brat, if it had been a few days ago, I would have had to go to bed."
Go upstairs and remove your limbs!"
That being said, Anada is so weak now, how can she be compared to that little fat man.
She could only helplessly spat, hunched over, and staggered away. Behind her, she could still hear the little fat man's laughter.
After the naughty child's prank, Anada did not pursue the feeling of being spied on before. Maybe the feeling of spying was the residents of the nearby high-rise buildings who made fun of her after seeing her fall.
Anada left the climbing road with a gloomy mood. It was still a few hundred meters away from her current rented home. If it had been in the past, she would have reached home in less than a few minutes, but now she could reach her home in just a few minutes.
Meter is just like the past ten miles, very long.
Anada moved slowly, her muscles and bones feeling solidified, which made her very uncomfortable. In addition, she had sprained her feet before, which made walking even more uncomfortable.
After finally moving more than two hundred meters, Anada couldn't walk anymore, so she had to sit on the flower bed by the roadside to rest.
While Anada was resting, a melodious singing suddenly came to her ears.
She turned around curiously and saw the sound of singing coming from the theater behind her.
She knew that this theater had children's choirs during the day and adults' choirs at night. She had gone to hear one before when she was still old. However, as a Thesian, she really couldn't appreciate it.
Instead of listening to these ambiguous and lingering love poems, it would be better to go to the Meixiang Grand Theater to watch an adult stage play.
Nowadays, the sounds coming from the theater are exactly the melodious sounds about love and love that she didn't like in the past.
However, perhaps she had no choice but to listen, or perhaps she had experienced something uncomfortable. Listening to the singing in it, Anada felt inexplicably less disgusted.
Even, I was fascinated by it.
The love poem of the choir tells the story of a romantic young man and his true love. Unfortunately, after going through all kinds of hardships, the couple finally got together, but the romantic young man injured his body due to his youthful dissipation, and unfortunately died of illness, leaving only
Next is the little girl who has been loyal all her life.
The story is cliché, but the love poem is beautiful.
"How many people have loved you, your figure when the coconut blossoms are blooming at night. I love your beauty, I love your waist that can be grasped."
"How many people have missed you, the outline outlined by the white goose pen. They have missed your past and your starry smile."
"But time has still carved its mark on your face."
"Even though I am old, even though I am full of wrinkles, even though everyone has left you, I am still in the mountains, behind the stars, and in your memory, just as I was before, waiting for you to read it."
Perhaps Anada has not experienced this kind of love, but the contrast between this kind of time change has left a deep impression on her heart. Not long ago, she was a young and beautiful girl, but now... she is wrinkled and old.
It seemed as if he was about to enter the coffin.
"Does anyone care about me like this?" Anada muttered in a low voice, but the shadow of a young boy involuntarily appeared in her mind. That was her childhood sweetheart, Whibbiton.
"It's true what the hymn says, love will eventually pass away, and youth will grow old." Anada took a deep breath, "As long as you can set foot on this road, everything will be worth it."
Thinking of this, Anada stood up again. She was only two hundred meters away from home.
As long as she returns home, she can take the potion she exchanged from Zislade. Even if she loses her youth, even if she promises Zislade all kinds of demonic money, she is willing to give everything as long as she can succeed!