"Singing your story in the white snow tent, there are everyone busy fighting in the storm"
In his rare free time, Xio leaned on the sofa, humming a tune he heard from the workers in the East District, while flipping through the "Phantom Blood" that he had just received, with a faint scent of ink, and looked at the intense illustrations in it.
, and the slightly magical posture, I suddenly felt the desire to imitate it.
I have to say that with the illustrations, this book is more than twice as beautiful as the text-only version!
Just when she was slowly immersed in various jojo scenes and lines full of tension, she suddenly heard a bang and turned her head suddenly, only to find that Forsi, who had been lying lazily on the sofa before, suddenly rolled down on the sofa.
On the ground, there was a rather uncomfortable expression on his face.
"Forsi! Forsi, what's wrong with you?" Xio immediately put the book in his hand aside, rushed to Forsi's side in a few small steps, and asked anxiously.
"No, it's okay. I just don't know why, but I always feel a little pain in my conscience." Forsi pressed his chest, with an indescribable look of distress on his face.
When Xio heard her words, his expression immediately became strange, and he asked incomprehensibly:
"Conscience? What have you done to offend your conscience?"
"No...ah!" Before she could deny it, Forsi felt her heart twitch suddenly, and she immediately let out a soft cry. She anxiously circled around her, but found that there was really nothing on Forsi.
Any questions.
There were no signs of loss of control or any signs of illness, it was just like "feeling uncomfortable".
"You change your clothes, we'll leave right away!"
Seeing Forsi's uncomfortable look, Xio immediately spoke. Forsi didn't react for a moment and said from the bottom of his heart:
"Where to go?"
"Go to Mr. Penredax. He may know what's going on with you."
"No need, right? We're going to be in debt again!" Forsi shook her head, acting like an old woman who didn't go to the hospital to save money.
Xio was about to cry because of Forsi, she gritted her teeth and said:
"If you don't go, I'll go by myself!"
"Don't!" Forsi grabbed Xio and said in a somewhat embarrassed tone:
"I'm really fine, it's just...just..."
"Just what?" The longer Forsi didn't say anything, the more Xio became worried, fearing that it was the sequelae of praying to that Mr. Fool.
Seeing the eager and worried look on her friend's face, Forsi felt a little guilty, and finally sighed and said:
"It's just that there is a voice in my heart telling me that I should write a book, but I don't want to go. That voice keeps scratching my conscience. Although conscience is not a real organ, I just feel that conscience
Feeling sad..."
"You..." Xio was shocked by Forsi. Didn't you just write a book? Are you going to fight your own conscience to such an extent?
etc……
Does confronting one's own conscience generally produce such an obvious reaction?
A suspicious look appeared on Xio's face, and Forsi just shook his head and said:
"This is my first time, and I don't have it at all before. Well, although I usually feel a little uneasy when I delay a manuscript, it has never been this serious."
"Then why don't you hurry up and write?" Xiu stamped his feet. Although he didn't know why, why were you so resistant to problems that could be avoided by just writing a book obediently? Isn't it your job to write a book? Even if you don't have a conscience,
You must be writing it too, right?
"I'm writing, I'm writing. Although I haven't started writing, I'm thinking about it in my mind...ah!" Before Forsi could finish speaking, he held his chest again and gasped. It looked like he was pricked by his conscience.
clear.
"I'm going to write now!" Forsi knew that he couldn't lie to himself anymore, and immediately walked towards the study. Although he hadn't started writing yet, the sting of conscience had already disappeared.
"It's okay, then should I...ah! I'll write! I'll write!" Forsi gritted her teeth and sat at the desk and started thinking about the outline. However, Xio suddenly felt like laughing for no reason, and then she picked up the book she had written before.
"Phantom Blood" was thrown aside casually, and after confirming that there was no trace of falling, she relaxed. However, just when she was thinking about whether to continue reading or to supervise Forsi's work on the manuscript, her expression suddenly changed, and she immediately
He put the book back on the bookshelf and said loudly to the study:
"Forsi, I'm going out!"
"I know, bring me some snacks when you come back, I need sugar to replenish my brain power!" Forsi's tangled voice came from the study, Xio nodded lightly, turned and walked out of the door...
…
"Tuk tuk tuk..."
"Come in." Snow, who had just finished playing and was adjusting the puppet, heard a knock on the door and said flatly. With a soft creak, the butler's figure appeared at the door:
"Sir, there is a young lady at your door."
"Oh? I understand." Snow nodded, took off the Made in Heaven shirt on the doll's chest and put it on his own chest again, and then held the blond doll in his arms like a daughter -
"Don't touch the tools in the workshop. In addition, help me purchase another batch of clay for making dolls. The funds will be withdrawn from the public account. Come and get it from me when you use it up."
"I understand, sir." The housekeeper bowed slightly, and then made way for the door. A moment later, Xio, who was anxiously waiting at the door of Snow's house, felt the sight coming from behind him, turned around suddenly, and immediately saw
Snow, who had just walked out of the mansion opposite, and what he was holding in his arms...
"Isn't that me?"
This idea was immediately smashed to pieces by Xiu as soon as it came up, but there was still a faint blush on her face. Fortunately, this majestic lady still remembered the purpose of coming here and immediately left in a few steps.
He went up and said hello:
"Good morning, Mr. Perredax."
"Good morning, Miss Xio, just call me Snow." Snow had a gentle smile on her face, but she wasn't quite sure what Xio's purpose was today. As she moved towards the door of her house, she asked seemingly casually:
"Miss Xio, what's the reason for you coming here this time?"
"It's mainly about Forsi." Xio replied softly, but his attention inevitably turned to the doll.
Although she looks very similar to herself at first glance, in fact it is just her eyes and hair color that are somewhat similar. Her blond hair is neatly tied behind her head, her dress is majestic and exquisite, and even the deliberately raised tuft of hair on top of her head
Silk also looks particularly cute...
As she thought about it, the corners of Xio's eyes suddenly became a little wet, because she realized that her wishful thinking that this doll looked like her was actually because she instinctively felt that if what happened to her father had not happened, she would have grown too.
For women like this?
Zhuang Zhou Zhiyu's side effects were triggered, and Snow's intuitive heart trembled slightly. A faint sadness spread in his heart. He was so frightened that he thought something had happened to Xianyu, and he immediately said in surprise:
"Miss Fors? I sent her a letter this morning. Did something happen to her?"
"Well, she seems to have a disease that will kill her if she doesn't write a book..."
