The sun has already risen high at night, and no one is destined to sleep well tonight.
Ye Zhaoling stood by the thorn fence outside the church, with her feet sunk in the white sand. A melodious and holy song came in the breeze. It was a hymn sung by the creatures in the church, praising the great achievements and achievements of the Sun God.
Noble moral character.
As for her friend Rensuke Shirakawa, he returned along the road again.
Because the two of them took a shortcut to the church and did not meet the little messenger sent by the church, they did not get the black cloak and could not even enter the outer door of the church.
Who knew that at such a damn short notice, only people wearing black cloaks could enter the Church of Truth?
Rensuke Shirakawa had no choice but to go find the little messenger along the way to get his cloak.
Ye Zhaoling stood outside the door and waited quietly, not in a hurry.
Since everything has been stopped, there is no point in worrying.
"Crunch——"
This was probably the sound of the door opening. Ye Zhaoling took a few steps back and heard someone opening the door.
Then she heard a series of hurried footsteps suddenly coming from behind her, and Kankan stopped beside her.
"Oh, it's you! Miss Ye..."
Ye Zhaoling frowned slightly. This was the voice of an extremely unfamiliar woman, and there was almost no feeling of familiarity to her.
But among the twelve slaves, there were only three female slaves.
They are her Ye Zhaoling, Qu Youyou from Jin Dafu's family, and Liu Meili from Li Du's family.
Ye Zhaoling is relatively familiar with Qu Youyou, because Qu Youyou has an heroic appearance, is very tall, and has a very recognizable voice. She is 180cm tall but has a natural baby voice. Even though her voice sounds too soft and charming, she can
Arouse people's strong desire for protection.
But just like her appearance, she is very bold and generous. At least, she is not like the young lady in front of her, which makes people feel a bit... artificial.
The next second, Ye Zhaoling felt a few wisps of wind blowing in front of her eyes: "What do you want from me? Miss Liu."
"Eh? Can't you see it?" Liu Meili opened her mouth in surprise and retracted her hand, "It's amazing. I didn't expect you to recognize me right away~"
"..." Ye Zhaoling smiled slightly, but she couldn't answer these words. She was just blind, but that didn't mean that she became a brainless fool.
"Oh, I'm so sorry, Miss Ye," Liu Meili covered her mouth and smiled, "I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to poke your pain, Miss Ye, I just found out that you can't see. It's such a pity.
."
What a pity! What a pity! You deserve it!
Knowing that Ye Zhaoling was blind and unable to see, Liu Meili certainly didn't feel it was a pity, and she even wanted to applaud for it.
Ye Zhaoling, as the most beautiful woman among the three women, if it weren't for her poor IQ, she looks almost perfect! Not only can she attract the attention of all men, but even the nobles give her special treatment
!
How unfair this is to other people! If you are blind, you are blind! Liu Meili hopes that she will get into more trouble, and it is best if her face is also messed up so that she cannot see the talent!
If you have a vixen face, you will seduce men!
"It's okay." Ye Zhaoling said with a smile.
There is nothing to regret, it is just a pair of eyes, at least her life is still there, then she has nothing to regret.
Liu Meili stared up at this face with jealousy and envy, and rolled her eyes: "Miss Ye is really optimistic, unlike me, who makes me so scared just thinking about it! Think about it, I,
If I were blind, I would definitely not dare to run around now!"
"Don't accidentally bump into someone! I won't know how I died by then!"
"Miss Liu, thank you for the reminder." Ye Zhaoling smiled immovable.
Judging from her luck, even if she wanted to die, it would probably be difficult.
Now, there should be many people who don't want to see her die...
Liu Meili twitched her lips and wondered, is this woman so evil? She didn't even feel scared at all? Liu Meili couldn't imagine how strong this person's psychological quality was. He was even blind. What?
You can't even see it anymore, and you're still as arrogant and arrogant as before?!
"Miss Ye, you are really a qualified optimist!" Liu Meili rolled her eyes and said, "I really envy you for having such a good attitude! You don't even care about such a big thing as being blind.
"
As she talked, she didn't forget to poke Ye Zhaoling's heart with the words "blind" again. Anyway, she didn't mean to say that, right.
"As a woman of the same status as you, I still have to kindly remind Miss Ye, don't be too optimistic. The Golden Sun Reserve now is far more cruel than before -"
"Everyone has the possibility of closing his eyes forever before tomorrow."
"Once you get to that point, it's not as simple as a little blindness."
Liu Meili was still too naive and had not found the pain point that could really hit Ye Zhaoling's heart.
However, the person in front of her now was a blind man who was blind, so she thought she had found Ye Zhaoling's sad story, and asked the question again and again, trying to give Ye Zhaoling a fatal blow in a few words.
This man is so naive.
After all, Ye Zhaoling was a tough-minded guy. He only spoke a few words, and his words went in his left ear and out his right ear. It was like a mosquito biting his fingernail. He didn't feel anything at all, let alone the feeling of sadness or fear.
She, Ye Zhaoling, could be frightened to death by someone's few words, so she might as well have been beaten to death on the door of the church. She lived such a spineless life, why did she still live?
"Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, Miss Liu is right."
Ye Zhaoling smiled and nodded matter-of-factly, then she slightly curved her red lips and spoke sincerely.
"Being a human being requires a good attitude. This is a very important thing. A bad attitude will affect people's daily lives. If everyone complains about the difficulties of life and God's blindness every day, then they will fall into
Is this an endless cycle? For ordinary people, it is best to be content with the status quo."
"You have to understand that there is no difference between today and tomorrow, and there won't be much difference the day after tomorrow. This is a normal life. Miss Liu, if you feel that your mentality is not good, why don't you learn more from me?
You still have to stay optimistic to get true happiness."
Originally, he wanted to educate this charming guy and let her restrain herself. Unexpectedly, she was taught a lesson by the other party. Liu Meili was speechless now. After all, so much talk was wasted. The guy in front of her was nothing but oil and salt.
No! What else could she say? Jump up and educate her?
Not realistic.
So Liu Meili curled her lips and left in disappointment.
Ye Zhaoling smiled, "watched" her leaving figure, and sighed. Her fighting power was too weak. Miss Liu Meili had not even finished thinking about her moves before she came on stage to compete with her. But
Shouldn't they be killed in reverse?
Tsk tsk—huh?
Suddenly a pair of hands pressed on Ye Zhaoling's shoulders. Her eyes widened and she froze on the spot.
These hands put a cloak on her.
Is it Rensuke Shirakawa who is back? Why is there no sound at all when walking?
Ye Zhaoling slowly felt at ease, tilted his head slightly and called tentatively: "Mr. Baichuan? Is that you?"
"..."
The person behind her didn't answer, and Ye Zhaoling's heart started to rise again. She slowly turned around and took two steps back, and her hand touched the cold thorn plants on the thorn fence.
"you--"
Suddenly, she smelled the fragrance of flowers.
Lowering his head slightly, the fragrance came closer, as if it still had the coolness of dewdrops.
The scent of tulips.
Ye Zhaoling stretched out her hand and took a bouquet of tulips from this man's hand, embracing the fragrance of the flowers in her arms.
"Tulips looking up from the sand,"
"Bearing the night dew in preparation for the pilgrimage."
"Please raise your glass and get drunk,"
"Drunk to the point of falling to the ground - like an empty cup."
The man's deep voice was gorgeous and melodious, even more fragrant and intoxicating than the tulips in his arms.
This is a poem by Omar Khayyam, the most famous poet of the Seljuk Dynasty. He was also the first poet to sing the praises of tulips more than 900 years ago.
This man... what exactly is his intention?
Ye Zhaoling couldn't understand, but while she was dazed, the man held her wrist and led her into the fence without any doubt.
Ye Zhaoling turned her head slightly. Shirakawa Rensuke hadn't come back yet. It wasn't good for her to go in like that. She should wait outside for him to go in together.
The man seemed to have been observing her, and when he saw this, he whispered: "Last summoned him away."
Ye Zhaoling nodded. Wu Meili was the leader of Rensuke Shirakawa, and Mr. Rust was his boss. It was natural for the boss to ask employees to leave, no matter what they were doing.
only……
He pinched her wrist and suddenly drew her attention back. Ye Zhaoling was very confused.
"What's wrong?"
"Laziris has been looking for you, right?" he asked straight to the point, his eyes casually scanning the lights in the church.
Although there is an orange-red sun hanging in the sky, the earth is still drowsy, and it still looks like it is sleeping.
He even had to carefully analyze the subtle expression changes on the face of the woman next to him, otherwise he would miss her flash of fear and uneasiness.
Just like now, a mask of ignorance floats on her delicate face. Most people will be confused by this expression. Although people look around with their eyes open, they are often unable to gain insight into people's hearts.
Ye Zhaoling's red lips twitched slightly, and the man warned gently.
"Don't lie to me."
"I have no obligation to lie to you." Ye Zhaoling said calmly, "Similarly, I have no obligation to tell the truth to you."
She didn't even know if she knew this person! Why did this guy always behave like a sanctimonious superior?
He didn't speak and just hummed softly.
Then, Ye Zhaoling felt her hand being spread out in his palm——
At this moment, Ye Zhaoling was completely confused.
In the center of the slightly cool palm, Ye Zhaoling touched a strip——
scar.
An unusually fresh scar.
So when she touched the scar, she felt that the rich fragrance of tulips could not cover up the familiar smell.
Familiar - the smell of blood.
This reminded Ye Zhaoling to remember that after he got the resurrection card, he scratched his palm with its edges...
But! Afterward, she found that her palm was intact. There was indeed blood stains on it, but it was! Intact!
Why is it intact?
Could it be... is this the answer?
He took her wrist again and led her into the church.
Ye Zhaoling's mind was as messed up as a pot of paste.
Before he let go of his hand, Ye Zhaoling could feel his gaze lingering on her face like a real thing, examining and oppressing her.
"You're already standing with me."
In the end, he only left a vague sigh.
——
——
When the chanting sounded in the church, Ye Zhaoling still couldn't come back to his senses.
At this moment, she is immersed in the never-ending quagmire, repeating the cycle.
It seems that after what happened today, she will completely forget it; tomorrow she will not remember it all again, and she will never have any emotions about it again, just like a scarecrow standing in the field watching for the future that will never come back.
Kite in the past.
No one will tell it what its appearance means, what its existence means, and what its future means...
Perhaps, she itself has no meaning...
She shouldn't exist here. She should have faded the color of her life with the passing years, just like she can no longer see the gorgeous rose window of the church. Although it still stands there, it no longer has the chance to become the colorful window in her eyes.
Colorful scenery.
It is not the rose window that fades, but her inability to see the color of life.
Father Chus's voice echoed throughout the church. She was originally one of the audience listening to the oracle, but at this moment, she was out of place.
In the center of the storm, there is nothing you can do.
"...my mind is completely at rest,
Just stay still and concentrate on
Gaze, and become brilliant while gazing.
Because people in front of that brilliant and brilliant light,
It will become like this, he will never be able to
Move your eyes away from there to see another scene.
For the good, the object of the will,
Completely concentrated in that light, outside of it
Things that are defective become complete once inside.
My words can't even express it now
Nothing I can remember compares to
A baby still moistening his tongue with milk.
It's not the blazing fire I'm looking at,
Has more than one appearance,
It was indeed no different from its former appearance;
But because my eyesight is getting stronger as I look,
The only appearance is when I change,
It also has a changing effect in my eyes.
In that life of clear and sublime light,
I saw three rings, three rings
There are three different colors and one volume;
The first circle seems to be reflected in the second,
As the rainbow is reflected by the rainbow, so the third image
A fire emanates from both equally.
Oh, but this kind of language compares with my conception,
How weak! Compared to what I saw,
This kind of language is not just trivial.
O eternal light that exists only in yourself,
You just turn your love and smile to yourself,
You are understood by yourself, you understand yourself!
The circle that appears within you,
As if formed only by reflected light,
When I look a little closer with my eyes,
I seem to see using it's own color,
On itself, the face of our being is painted,
So I watched with all my eyes.
Like a geometer exerting all his strength,
To draw a circle into a square with the same area,
Even after racking his brains, he couldn't find the principle he lacked;
I was like that with that new sight;
I would like to know how that image is related to the circle
According to it, how it settled there;
But my wings cannot make this flight;
Just a flash of light passing through my soul,
The will in my heart was realized.
It is beyond my power to achieve that lofty fantasy;
But my desire and will have become like
Like an evenly turning wheel driven by love -
Love also moves the sun and other stars."
After Father Chus recited, he sprinkled holy water on all things.
After the priest finished the preparations, it was the turn of the twelve slaves to come forward one by one to receive baptism with holy water.
Li Xuanyi walked up, bent down slightly, drew the word "swastika" on his chest, and shouted loudly: "May the truth protect us!"
"The truth will protect you, my child." Chus smiled and touched his forehead with holy water.
…
Finally, it was Ye Zhaoling's turn to step forward to be baptized.
Ye Zhaoling walked forward slowly. Even though she was very careful, she still accidentally bumped into the priest's arm. He gently helped her up and touched her forehead with holy water. She looked at those empty but still beautiful eyes.
eyes, he praised: "May the truth protect you, my poor child."
Ye Zhaoling said numbly: "May the truth protect us..."
Chu Si gently stroked her hair and said lovingly: "The God of Truth will hear your voice tonight. Being blind does not prevent you from getting more favor from Him, my child."
Ye Zhaoling opened his eyes slightly in confusion, and then slowly walked to the corner.
Rensuke Shirakawa brought a gust of cool breeze and stood beside her. He was keenly aware that Ye Zhaoling's expression was a little strange. After asking, he only got silence from her, which made him look at Father Chus.
The priest obviously whispered something to her. I wonder what he said to make Ye Zhaoling act so uneasy?
She is not a person who is easily touched by other people's words.
After the baptism, Father Zuse pointed out two slaves to go to work.
"Go and bring the body."
He glanced across everyone present, and then waved his hand, indicating to the nobles standing in the center chatting to find a place to sit.
After all, the nobles are all in high positions, standing in the middle of the church like gooses, wearing black cloaks...
Black cloak, Father Chus frowned, black is such an ominous color! It is full of filth, uncleanness, and filth.
It has defiled his site and the integrity of the entire church.
However, if this dirty black color is placed in a person's eye sockets, it is surprisingly suitable.
Black eyes, proof of inherent evil.
Chus smiled slightly with an unknown meaning.
Five minutes later, the corpse on the cross gave almost all the slaves a visual critical hit.
