Farewell to the antique shop in Zslade, and went silent all the way to the exit.
Perhaps seeing what Angel was thinking, Sanders pondered for a moment and said: "Zslade has his own set of judgment standards in his heart. He respects balance, and while invading, he will also give. This is not only He has this standard for his clients, and he treats the people who have been victimized by the transaction equally."
Sandston paused, then smiled suddenly: "Speaking of which, when Zslade first entered the wizarding world, he was a bit like you."
"However, you are better than him. Even if you don't like the problem, you can still face it rationally and objectively. But the Zslade at the time was very passionate."
It was the first time that Angel heard Sanders talk about his own past, and he couldn't help but be a little curious: "What about later?"
"Human life is too short, and human nature is too unpredictable. The longer you experience, the more you will understand. Time wears away the blood of Zslade, and no matter how naive people are, they can't stand it again and again. Wind and rain." Sanders didn't explain what 'wind and rain' meant, but continued after a pause: "Speaking of which, I don't think he has changed much from before. At least, compared to him For the rest of the wizarding world, they have maintained their original aspirations for hundreds of years."
Sanders turned his head and looked at the row of squiggles on the wall of the gate
"If you are willing to burn the light of life in exchange for a rose. You must be crazy, I think."
Although this sentence is from "The Flower Seller Dancing for Sin", but in fact the author of this book is Zslade. He engraved this sentence on the door of his house, not only to show his identity, but also to mean that this is Zslade's own experience.
He is both self-reporting and self-reflection at the same time.
Because he once had the urge to exchange his life for an inconspicuous rose.
…
Take a gondola and fly.
As before, the gondola was obscured by Sanders' illusion, so no one else could see it.
But even if there is no illusion to cover up, no one will notice such a day.
fog.
And it's still a cloudy day.
The sky was hazy, and the color of the entire Shepherd City turned blue and black, which was on the blurred line between what could be seen clearly and what could be seen.
Coupled with the heavy fog, although the fog is not thick, it still reduces the visibility by a few points. Except near the street lights and around the building lights, which can be seen clearly, there are faint outlines in other places.
Angel drove the gondola and flew out of Shepherd City.
Along the way, Angel fell into a kind of self-examination thinking because of the previous Zslade transaction. Sanders also remained silent, still thinking about the waves of shocks that Angel had brought him earlier.
For a time, the silent atmosphere was maintained for a while.
It was not until he was about to reach the outer area of Shepherd City that Angel recovered from his self.
Below is a climbing road, there are building outlines on both sides of the slope, and there are no street lights, but the light in the building 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. The ground has no floor tiles and is a pure dirt road. There seemed to be a drizzle of rain last night, making the road very muddy.
At this moment, on this muddy ramp, a figure with an oil lamp staggered forward.
This figure was wearing a rain-proof cloak, so Angel didn't care at first, just thought it was a lonely passerby. The reason that attracted Angel's attention later was because the ground was too slippery and she fell.
She was lying on the ground, the cloak fell down due to the movement, revealing her full head of white hair.
The oil lamp also fell nearby, and the dim yellow light just shone on her face. Angel looked down from the sky, and immediately saw the old face illuminated by the radiance.
This is an old grandmother, exactly the one Angel saw in the antique shop in Zeslade!
Angel looked at the people on the ground, and the sense of familiarity in his eyes became stronger and stronger. He didn't even notice it. Because of the observation, he hovered the gondola.
This caught Sanders' attention.
Sanders looked down, but saw a white-haired grandmother lying on the ground. She seemed to have fallen and lay on the ground for a long time without moving. After a while, he held on and slowly sat up.
Sitting on a hill covered in mud, surrounded by a blue-black background and the occasional bright light. The fog floated, and the old man was breathing in a low voice.
Sanders looked at Angel: "Why, do you know her?"
Angel shook his head: "I don't know, I always feel a little familiar, but I can't remember it."
When Sanders heard Angel's words, he looked at the old man on the ground again. Compared to before, Sanders was much more serious this time. However, the conclusion reached this time is the same as before: "A very ordinary human being, if she really wants to pick something special, she has a sense of disobedience."
"Discord?"
"She doesn't look like an old man, but her twilight doesn't lie."
Sanders' words reminded Angel immediately of some passages in the holographic tablet: "Could it be that a young soul broke into the body of another Huafa old man?"
Sanders laughed for a while: "If the soul can invade the body so easily, why do you think there are so many dead souls floating around in the world? Soul invasion, there are many restrictions, how can a soul who can reach such a limit choose a living soul? An ordinary old man soon?"
"What's more, this person's spirit and flesh are compatible, and there is no contradiction."
Angel pondered, and seemed to think of something: "I actually saw her in the antique store before, will she be a guest of Lord Zeslade? Her current condition is traded for her youth and longevity. of?"
Sanders pondered for a moment: "It's possible. However, I've never seen her even when she is young."
The old grandmother on the ground finally stood up. Her feet seemed to be sprained. She could only hold on to the railing by the side of the road and move forward slowly. As her figure slowly faded away, Sanders said to Angel, "It's time to go."
Angel nodded. No matter whether he knew the old lady or not, what he could confirm was that even if he had a sense of familiarity, the familiarity was not strong enough for him to recognize her identity at a glance. I guess this old grandma is not an acquaintance. . A familiar stranger at most, and an ordinary person... There is no need to continue to spend time thinking about it.
Thinking of this, Angel finally glanced 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 fog.
For some reason, she had been feeling that someone was spying on her just now, and her eyes were from the sky. However, after looking at it for a long time, she didn't find any clues.
Did she feel wrong
At this time, on the top floor of a four-story building beside the road, someone pushed open the window, and a little fat man whose facial features were squeezed out by flesh showed his head.
This little fat man is estimated to be thirteen or fourteen years old. When he saw Anada, his eyes lit up, and then his eyes rolled, as if he had thought of something. I saw him sucking sharply on his cheeks, and a mouthful of thick phlegm spat out in a parabolic shape toward Anada's position.
However, the bear child's head was poor, and the thick phlegm fell five or six meters away from Ananda.
Anada glared at the little fat man fiercely, and wanted to scold a few words, but now his body couldn't hold back his roar, so he could only whisper: "Damn stinky boy, if it were a few days ago, I would have gone up to here. Go upstairs and unload your limbs!"
That being said, Ananda is now weak and weak, how can she compare to that little fat man.
She could only spit helplessly, hunched her body, and staggered away, and she could hear the little fat man's laughter behind him.
After the bear child's prank, Anada didn't pursue the feeling of being spied on before. Maybe the feeling of being spied on was made fun of by the residents of the nearby high-rise buildings after seeing her fall.
Anada left the climbing road with a gloomy mood. There are still a few hundred meters away from the house where she is currently renting. In the past, it would have been a few minutes to get home, but now, the few hundred meters are just as long as the past ten miles.
Anada moved slowly, her muscles and bones felt a sense of solidification, which made her very uncomfortable. In addition, the foot was sprained earlier, which made it even more uncomfortable to walk.
After finally moving more than 200 meters, Anada couldn't walk, so she had to sit on the flower bed beside the road to rest.
When Ananda was resting, a melodious chanting suddenly came from her ears.
She turned her head curiously, but saw that the singing voice came from the theater behind her.
She knew that this theater was a children's choir during the day and an adult chorus at night. She had also listened to one before when she was not getting old. However, as a lowly Asian, I really can't appreciate this extravagant sound. Instead of listening to these ambiguous and lingering love poems, it is better to watch an adult stage play at the Meixiang Grand Theater.
Now, the voice coming from the theater is exactly the extravagant voice about love and love that she didn't like in the past.
However, maybe she had to listen to it, or she experienced something uncomfortable. Listening to the singing in it, Anada somehow felt less disgusted.
Even fascinated.
The love poem of the choir tells the story of a romantic noble boy and true love. Unfortunately, after experiencing all kinds of hardships, after the couple finally got together, the romantic noble boy injured his body because of his youthful debauchery. Unfortunately, he died of illness. 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, the figure when the coconut blossom blooms at night. Love your beauty, love your waist that is full of hands."
"How many people have missed you, the outline outlined by the white goose pen. Missing your past, remembering your bright smile."
"But the years have left marks on your face."
"Even if I am old, full of wrinkles, and even if everyone has left you, I am still in the mountains, behind the stars, and in your memory, just as before, waiting for you to read."
Maybe Anada has never experienced this kind of love, but the contrast between the time and the time is deeply lingering in her heart. Not long ago, she was a young and beautiful girl, but now... wrinkled all over, as if she was about to enter the coffin.
"Does anyone still care about me like this?" Ananda whispered, but the shadow of a young boy involuntarily raised in her mind. That was her childhood sweetheart, Whipidon.
"The song is right, love will eventually pass away, and youth will grow old." Anada took a deep breath, "As long as you can embark on this road, everything is worth it."
Thinking of this, Ananda stood up again. Only two hundred meters away from home.
As long as she gets home, she can take the medicine she got from Zeslade, even if she loses her youth, even if she promises money from various demons from Zeslade, as long as she succeeds, she is willing to give everything!