He looked at his bishop's father unhappily. Such offensive eyes usually provoke the opponent's reprimand, but today the opponent has a very good temper towards him. He squatted down and looked at him friendly and smiled very lovingly: "You today This dress is very beautiful, and your mother was right. You danced and danced more beautiful than she used to be."
"Twelve years old..." the bishop sighed, "what a beautiful age, suitable for dancing."
The bishop asked him with a smile: "Do you want to dance in the Sky City? That is the best place for you to dance now."
The Sky City was where she went to dance before. He wanted to help her dance a long time ago, so that she would not work so hard, so he brightened his eyes and nodded without thinking: "I'm going!"
"Don't go!!" His voice and her hysterical refusal came out almost at the same time.
She looked at the bishop with horrified tears in her eyes, and her voice trembled: "You promised me that as long as I am a business card, you will never take him to the island!"
"Let me think about it, how long have you been your business card..." The bishop swept across her body carelessly, with a vague dislike and disgust, but he was polite on the surface, as if it were just regrets, "Of course I also obey An agreement with you."
"But you are a business card, even if it is beautiful now, it is a bit old."
The bishop smiled calmly: "As you know, everyone doesn't like old business cards. Your beauty has made everyone tolerant of you. It's not easy."
"After all, you are thirty-three."
"I should get a new business card too." The bishop's gaze faintly looked at him who was still wearing a veil. He sighed softly, contentedly as if he had seen a delicious fruit beyond his imagination, "You Will the island dance for me tonight for your mother?"
He agreed.
So he was taken to the island by the bishop, just like the Salome in the story of Salome, he played Salome, did a dance for his nominal father, and then returned.
It turns out that this is dancing. No wonder her clothes are in tatters every time she comes back. He thought while she was taking a bath, but he didn't think there was anything in dancing like this, or he couldn't understand what it was, but he was still washing it. After that, just like she had finished dancing at the beginning, happily ran to talk to her.
The bastard bishop's father told him that as long as he went to the island to dance to different people from time to time in the future, she would never have to dance again.
He readily agreed.
After all, dancing like this is still very hard. He sighed like an adult and thought that fortunately he could dance, and he could support her by dancing in the future.
She doesn't have to be injured, she doesn't have to work so hard.
As he thought about it, the smile on his face became happier. He knocked on her door just like listening to her telling stories every night before.
Then he was stunned, and he saw her on the bed who was haggard like never before.
Her eyes were hollow. She looked at him who had put on her pajamas, and at the bruises and wounds under her pajamas. She took two trembling deep breaths. She wanted to pretend that nothing happened and squeeze him as usual. There was a smile, but in the end he couldn't control his face and started crying.
"I'm sorry!!" She collapsed and howled heartbreakingly, she hugged his back hard, tears dripping down, "I'm sorry!!"
"I shouldn't have let you come into this world!!"
"sorry!!"
"it's all my fault!!"
He paused in a daze, still wet his shoulders quickly with her tears.
There are many things in this world that he couldn't understand, just as he didn't understand why after he helped her to dance, she was more haggard than before when she danced by herself.
Every time he came down from the island, no matter how clean he was to see her, she could still quickly see the traces of him going to dance from him, and then withered little by little, little by little.
"I don't work hard." He expressed himself awkwardly, "Don't worry about me, just dance. What's the matter, they all praised me as the best dancing on the island."
She looked at him with a very complicated look, as if he was a child who knew nothing, and then forced a smile: "Yeah."
"You are the best looking."
She smiled and shed tears: "You are the most precious."
But no matter how he persuaded, comforted, or acted, she still languished day by day, like a serious illness with no medicine to cure. In the end, when he got off the island, she was even sick. I didn't dare to look at her, for fear that she would look at her with that kind of silent eyes, but she still squeezed a pale smile on her face to comfort him.
Finally, when he was fourteen years old, no matter how many methods he used, she was still seriously ill to the point of irreversibility.
In just two years, she went from being so bright and decayed to the point of death.
He guarded her bed, turned his face away, and struggled to maintain a cold appearance so that he would not cry and worry her.
She was lying on the hospital bed, holding his hand with a pale face, and suddenly smiled in relief: "I have never understood what I should do."
"I don't want to stay here and become something that binds you. I think I am a burden, but I know that I am not in your heart. I am your faith, am I?"
"It's like you to me."
"I am afraid that my departure will make you completely disoriented, but I am afraid that if I do not leave, you will always fall in the wrong direction."
"But now God has freed me, he made the choice for me." There were tears in her eyes, but she smiled very relieved, "Leave the city in the sky, get out of here, you dance so beautifully, there is a broader The place is your stage."
"Except for the beasts, there will be many people who really watch the dance appreciate your beauty and they exist. I have seen it."
She left, and in a quiet afternoon, he sorted out her belongings and found a picture of her sitting on the bishop’s lap with a sunny smile.
In the photo, she still doesn't know what she will experience in the future, but is smiling happily.
He didn’t like this photo, but she had too few photos, let alone smiled so happily, so he endured nausea and left this photo. He was going to cut the bishop behind her. It was broken, but in the end he was reluctant to burn and damage the photo, for fear that it would be damaged, so I left it so disgustingly.
He buried her in a flower field, and then stood alone in the sun for a long time, then suddenly turned and left like crazy.
His tears flowed freely as he ran.
She said that he wanted him to go farther, then he must go.
But he failed, and the bishop quickly captured him. The entire island was surrounded by ships of the Holy See, and he had nowhere to escape.
Since he was born, he has lived on an isolated island in the sea and the sky. After she left, he had nowhere to go, no one to lean on.
When he failed to escape for the 67th time and was beaten up and put into the sky island forcibly to receive guests, he looked at the bishop’s back and gave birth to a strong desire to pick up the fork of the candlestick next to him. Stabbed to death his nominal father.
But he knew it was impossible, and there were three or four people from the Holy See defending him.
When he was about to be pressed onto the stage to perform again, the bishop, who had always been arrogant to everyone, suddenly became frightened: "What?! That gentleman went to the island?!"
"That gentleman doesn't like the presence of outsiders, so please clear the place quickly and clear out everyone inside! Only accept him!"
He knows who is in the inner circle. These people pick one of them out and go outside. They are always calling for rain. Now for a guest he doesn't even know his name, he is actually driving from the inner circle like a dog being kicked out of the house. Got out.
Even he was left unattended, he was tied up with his hands and feet and left him casually.
This was the first time he had seen this treatment after spending more than two years on the island.
The bishop bowed his head respectfully and greeted someone in. He who was tied and thrown aside looked hard and looked over.
This man wore a raincoat, cloak, and long boots. He held a black whip in one hand and hung to the ground. With a grimace mask on his face, all guests who came to the inside should wear a mask. There is a voice changer in the mask, which is convenient for each other. To cover up his identity, to cover up the fact that he came to the island of the sky calmly.
But regular customers can recognize it.
"I haven't been to this island for a long time." The man's voice was very soft, with a smile, coming out of the voice changer in the mask. There was a buzzing sound, which was not clear. "You seem to have changed this island. Become a stage?"
In the face of this man, the bishop dared not even lift his head, sweating coldly: "It's up to you to buy and sell the island to us."
"Don't be nervous, I don't care about the seller. Since I have sold this floating island to you, you are the owner and I am the guest." This person smiled, "I came up today, but I just met one It's sad, so I want to find someone to accompany me."
"I heard that you are a membership system, but I don't have a business card and no one recommends it. I just came up like this, which is offensive."
The bishop shook his head frantically and raised his head with bright eyes: "Of course you don't need these!"
"What kind of person do you need to accompany you? We have everything here."
The man smiled: "I am good at imitating others."
Both the bishop and him who fell to the ground had a meal.
On the entire island, there is no one better at imitating people than him.
Because he is considered to be the top card, there are all kinds of guests who come to him, and the requirements are varied. He has been immersed in a role-playing atmosphere for two years. Skills that can instantly imitate the feeling the opponent wants.
So he was beaten up just now, because of this strange guest's request, the bishop raised him up for nothing and sent him into the room.
The bishop warned him fiercely, if he dared to be honest, and what to do with this gentleman, he would take out her bones buried under the flower field and thwart her ashes.
So he resisted his restlessness and sat in the room, hoping that tonight's dancing would end soon.
This strange guest didn’t ask him to do anything as soon as the other guests entered the door. Instead, he untied his cloak very slowly, put the playing card he drew on the island on the table, and then sat on the table. In the large sofa opposite him.
The room was very dim, with hanging curtains of burgundy flannel, only the red candles with thick wrists were lit on the candlesticks on both sides, burning with blurred light. With this light, he had difficulty seeing the guest placed Playing card markings on the desktop
This is a card of spades, and it's hard to see the details.
The guest’s face and figure were even more indistinguishable. Sitting in the shadow of flannel and candlelight, he could only see a humanoid silhouette sitting there with legs crossed and the figure faintly revealed in the candlelight. Black leather gloves and a black bone whip casually placed on the knee.
It was raining outside the island, and there was water on the man's gloves and whip.
He was no stranger to this kind of guests who brought their own supplies, and he was ready to wait for the whip, but the guest suddenly asked him a very strange question:
"Do you like water?" the guest asked him softly.
He paused: "I like it better."
So the guest laughed: "Me too."
"But the kid closest to me hates water, but he was born in water."
"I gave him life, but he was unable to produce a soul as I wished, and inherit my position." The guest's voice was very soft, as if he was telling a story, "And when he is finally willing to produce At the moment of the soul, he is leaving me."
"I watched him grow, but I never got his attention."
"It's really sad." The guest handed him a piece of clothing in a gentle tone, "Tonight he will betray me forever for his soul."
"Can you play him and accompany me?"
He stood up hesitantly, not knowing what paly this person was going to play for a while, but still walked behind the curtain, took off his clothes, and put on the suit the guest gave him.
This is a very tattered orphanage service. It looks like it was worn by a teenager, with a bandage tied to the eyes.
The more he watched, the more confused he became. When he got dressed and went out, he even wondered if there was a problem with this person's XP for a few minutes.
"Is it this way?" he asked.
The guest smiled: "Yes, you dress beautifully."
He pursed his lips and sat down, very naturally, he was about to get close to the other party's knee, but the other party called to stop.
"Don't come over." The guest's tone was plain, even a little lazy, "Just sit there and don't look back at me."
He asked in confusion: "... Then what am I looking at?"
The guest handed him a book: "Read the book."
It was a fairy tale-style book, but it was full of various murder details, and it was broken up and then put together. He turned over and looked at the book titled The Long Ghost Murder Record.
So he just sat halfway there, reading according to the guest's instructions, and the guest looked at him quietly. After looking at him for a while, he really couldn't hold back: "I just need to read..."
"Don't look at me." The guest's voice was flat, "He won't look back at me, you are imitating him, so don't look back at me either."
"Just read a book."
The rain outside the island was pattering, and he looked down at a fragmented and strange story book under the dim candlelight. There was a strange guest sitting opposite him, looking at him without making a sound, and the flannelette between them. Very lightly back and forth.
It was really a quiet atmosphere, and for a while, he was in a daze.
He seemed to be sitting on a recliner at the back of his small courtyard, and she was watching him gently reading a story book, instead of playing a role to dance to others in this dirty room on the island.
After a while, when he felt that he was going to fall asleep, the other party suddenly said with a smile, "Are you sleepy?"
He woke up suddenly, and subconsciously denied: "No!"
"Guest do you have any other requests?" He asked vigorously, but he couldn't help but yawned.
The guest on the opposite side seemed to hear the yawn and chuckled slightly.
He blushed for an unprecedented time, sat up again calmly, straightened up, and asked tensely: "Do you have any other requirements?"
Is it finally time to dance
"No, tonight is over." The guest on the other side replied with a smile, "You made me spend a very nice evening."
He wondered if this line appeared too early.
"Why are you happy?" He was too curious, or asked out loud, "I'm just reading here."
The guest smiled: "Because I use you to miss a soul that I cannot get and has betrayed."
"He never accompanies me so quietly." After the guest finished speaking, he got up and picked up the whip to leave. The masked face looked back at him half-squatting on the ground. His eyes were still a little confused, and he smiled. Get up, "But you will."
"Thank you for your company tonight."
He almost stammered: "No, no thanks."
This is the first time in his life that he has received such words of thank you on this island.
"To thank you for making my mood change from bad to happy tonight." The man smiled, "Is there anything you want to do?"
What a strange sentence was this again, and it was the first time he heard it.
He searched his stomach and wanted to answer the guest, but in the end he only asked carefully: "Is this a remuneration guest? If it is a remuneration, you paid it when you went to the island."
If the bishop's bastard knew that he dared to tip guests privately, he would burn the garden she left behind.
"It's not a reward, it's a deal." The customer knelt on one knee and squatted in front of him. The masked face was slightly tilted, as if looking at him with a smile, "It's the deal that you made me feel better. "
"My mood is a precious thing, so you can make a slightly more expensive request."
He curled his fingers slowly and tightened: "I, I don't want to dance this month."
The guest laughed: "Yes."
He grew courageous: "I want to transport a person's bones and bury them in a real cemetery that no one can find."
The guest still just smiled: "Yes."
His tone slowly became smaller again, and he took a very careful look at the guest, and made one last request: "I, want to leave this island."
"Just one night today, is it all right? I want to go outside and have a look."
The guest stood up, his expression cooled down for an instant, gritted his teeth and regretted that he had asked for more! Such a fool is hard to find!
Then the next second, the guest stretched out his hand to him, smiled and said, "Yes."
He was completely stunned and stared at the guest's mask blankly.
"You don't hate water?" The guest asked with a smile, "If you leave the island, do you want to see under the sea?"
He put his hand trembling in the palm of the guest, then swallowed his saliva and said, "Yes."
What's the matter with this man.
What's the matter with him again.
When he saw the school of fluorescent fish and whales floating above his head, he looked blankly at the guests standing opposite him.
The guest smiled and said to him: "It's beautiful, isn't it?"
"So I don't understand." The guest asked him with one hand against his chin, as if thinking, "Why would anyone hate water? Obviously underwater is so beautiful."
And his mind is empty, with only one thought
Did he meet God
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