Amelia raised her eyebrows, held up a corner of the doll, and leaned in for a closer look.
"what?"
"Hmm."
"What about Alfonso?"
"Hmm."
"Only say this one sentence?"
"Hmm."
"..."
Seeing the tears welling up in those peasy eyes, Amelia took a breath, restrained her expression, and said helplessly, "I don't hate you, don't cry, come, I'll wipe your tears."
Really, where did the gadgets come from, and I stuffed them to her without explaining clearly.
Amelia lost her temper and wanted to beat up people, especially a black elf. But looking at the sobbing little doll, I couldn't bear to scold it, so I had to take out a handkerchief and wipe the tears off its face.
"Okay, don't cry."
Looking closely at the pair of eyes that became drenched after being soaked in water, they were as beautiful as her once favorite ruby, the eyelashes that were as long as wings trembled, and the eyeballs gave her a timid yet attached look.
Amelia: "...!"
Not to mention, Alfonso's face looks pretty when he's crying.
Others are pear blossoms with rain, but it is rainstorm pear blossoms, fierce and pitiful.
Amelia couldn't help but soften her heart, and her voice to coax it softened a lot.
What touches the fingertips are real water droplets.
I don't know what Alfonso did. Apart from being speechless, the little doll behaved like a real person, and even the tears were real.
"Hmm." The doll wiped away tears, hugged Amelia's fingers, and coquettishly coquettishly in a crying voice.
Amelia held it in the palm of her hand, and the doll slumped down obediently, letting her hands and feet go, allowing her to turn it over and over again to study it.
This is amazing, how did you do it
From Amelia's perception, this is an ordinary doll. If she hadn't seen its lively arms and legs, it would be no different from the ones played by children on the street.
"I don't know why Alfonso sent you here. It can't be for me to play, right?"
Amelia didn't know what to do with it, so after hesitating for a while, she stuffed the doll into her pocket, and sighed helplessly, "Okay, let's take you away first."
How much is this dead ghost elf hiding from her
The little doll was very obedient, although it always had to sob a few times, but it stayed obediently in her pocket and kept silent.
Only when passing somewhere, it suddenly moved.
Amelia: "?...What's the matter? Are you feeling uncomfortable?"
She reached in and tapped its forehead.
"Hmm."
The doll clung to the soft fingers and kissed lightly, then groped around her body, found the softest piece of fabric, and drew something in her palm.
Amelia felt the itchy touch in her palm, and said to herself: "... Road."
"What road, the road?"
Amelia looked down at the buildings in the lower world. She walked through the sky and was about to knock on the door of the God Realm to annoy Alfonso when she happened to be passing by...
orphanage.
The orphanage in the slums, where she first came to this world.
But Amelia just glanced at the orphanage, then looked away to the deserted road.
She asked, "Are you talking about here?"
"Hmm."
The doll seemed to shake its head, its whole body lay on her hand, and the rough cloth brushed against her skin, slightly itchy.
This elf is also real, and there is no need to order good fabrics.
Amelia had noticed before that the doll was made of the rags used by the maids in the temple to clean. The elf probably pulled a piece of cloth casually.
The doll lowered its head and continued to write in her hand.
Amelia followed: "...the beginning, the road."
What's the meaning
She was about to continue to ask, when she suddenly felt a light and light kiss on the back of her hand.
This kiss was different from the coquettish kiss just now, it was more solemn.
Amelia was taken aback.
The little doll has a face that is as if it has withdrawn from the maker, but the stiff eyes are softer, and tears are constantly falling.
I really like it... I really like it...
Even though it didn't need to breathe, the little doll still took a deep breath. It seemed to smell the scents it had felt in the maker's memory, light and confusing.
Finally met.
'my sweetheart.
Nestled in the hands of the person he likes the most, the doll has completed its mission, and finally gave a "beep" as if satisfied, and Heidou Doudou closed his eyes.
Why wasn't Alfonso willing to go the extra mile to find better fabrics
Because there is no need.
The mission of the doll is to lead Amelia to a certain place.
Found it, and it's time to go.
When Amelia took out the unresponsive puppet, she barked a few times, trying to peel off its eyelids to reveal those eyes that were always full of tears.
But she soon realized what was going on.
Amelia was silent for a moment, then stuffed the puppet back into her pocket.
Finding a secluded corner where no one was around, Amelia fell from mid-air to the ground. Under her feet was the smelly muddy water of the slums, and it was difficult for Amelia to stop herself from thinking about what was mixed in it.
She floated a little bit secretly, controlling the height, so that others would not see the clues, and looked around the road.
The doll didn't say much, just said the words 'Chu, Lu', which must have been arranged by Alfonso.
I don't know where I learned the habit, half-speaking, it's annoying.
While complaining so much in her heart, Amelia still turned around seriously, because she believed that Alfonso arranged this way because she would definitely recognize it.
The road should refer to the road in the general sense, as for the beginning...
Amelia turned around on the road and looked back at the orphanage.
Does it mean here
She walked up the dilapidated steps and knocked on the wooden door that seemed to fall down at the first touch.
I haven't been here for a long time, and the orphanage is even more dilapidated.
After waiting for a while, no one came to open the door. Amelia, whose temper was getting worse, raised her eyebrows, broke the door lock, and pushed the door open.
The wooden door fell to the ground with a bang, stirring up a cloud of dust.
There was no one in the yard, a thick layer of leaves fell on the ground, and a few small dusty toys were indistinctly mixed in it.
There is no one here.
A few leaves were blown by the cool wind, and creepy laughter came from the dark window.
Amelia paused for a few seconds, then walked back a little bit along the gravel road, and her childhood memories clearly appeared in front of her eyes.
At that time, she had just transmigrated, she was terrified, and she couldn't eat enough to eat, so she was so skinny, she was already weak and out of shape, and she fell seriously ill as soon as she transmigrated.
Seeing that she was so seriously ill, the mothers who took care of the child put her aside and let her fend for herself. For more than a month, she was left alone, and her meals were only a little clear soup with few grains of rice in it.
The days passed in darkness.
She didn't know how she survived.
When I finally recovered from my illness, I woke up and found that my modern memory has become extremely blurred. I can’t remember many things in the past. I just remember that she doesn’t seem to be from this world. I didn’t remember it until I grew up. But it's also very vague, like looking at past memories through a layer of veil.
Now re-entering this building with a dome and white walls, following the memory that gradually became clear like a curtain, Amelia found the room at the end of the corridor that she had opened her eyes when she first came to another world.
It is dilapidated, and the walls are covered with dense ivy
Once inside, Amelia smiled.
Found it, the entrance to home.
Three days later, the Light God Sect.
The lecturer of literature and history pushed his glasses and said after deliberation: "I see... this thing is not quite right."
The other scholars nodded, "That's right!"
One of them, with most of his hair torn, took a breath tremblingly, and said in a tone: "If, if this thing moves, then, then we can..."
He stuttered for a long time but didn't come out, someone couldn't help it, and said decisively: "We will die."
"Everyone dies."
"Not only people, but even living creatures."
"It's going to be an unprecedented catastrophe."
"My lord, I don't know... where did you find these stones?"
A group of gray-haired old men knelt down, and when they said this, Amelia suddenly realized.
What is more difficult for her to accept than watching Alfonso die
She finally understood.
She was wrong earlier.
Amelia silently crushed the hard white jade teacup, crushing it into a puddle of powder.
—“When you want to open a window on the wall, no one agrees. But if you say to lift the roof first, others will agree to open the window.”①
Alfonso is her roof, the others are the windows.
She finally understood.
The few kneeling people couldn't hear a response for a long time, and those who had the courage to look up quietly, saw that the luxurious throne was empty, only a little powder as fine as dust remained in the air.
The God Empress had already left here at some point.
But at this time, the black water in the God Realm that can't be seen at a glance is still bubbling and bubbling. yearning for a better flesh and a higher soul.
— like this one sitting on it's head, that's nice.
'Evil Thought' was drooling, shrunk his body into a small ball, took a few steps back, and then rushed towards the black figure with a mighty momentum, bringing the cold wind so sharp that it almost pierced the space.
No creature in the continent could survive such a powerful attack.
However, Alfonso didn't even look at it, and flicked his slender fingers, the 'evil thoughts' came and rolled back, bouncing in the thin but strong fleshy membrane, bumping into it. I got dizzy and headache, and the gathered body dispersed for a while.
Obviously, the dark elves are not helpless against 'evil thoughts' as they told Amelia before.
Alfonso melted into the night, his long white hair fell like a waterfall, feeling the passing of time every minute and every second.
Even though he is so familiar with the God Realm, he has spent tens of billions of years alone. Now that he is accompanied by an idiot, why is it more difficult than before
It counted the minutes, but unknowingly began to describe the saint's frown and smile, and even the little mole under the brow was clearly visible.
The desire to see her suddenly became stronger than ever.
Wanting to touch her, really touching that warm skin, wanting to kiss her, biting her lips to make her let out a few vague sobs.
It's almost three days, seventy-two hours, enough time away from it.
Alfonso opened his eyes, and it can be said that he couldn't wait to knock on the door of the God Realm.
Waiting for someone who is coming.
It doesn't know.
The only ones who walked in through the gate were the gentle, amiable and painless Saint Amelia.
Or maybe a fire-breathing dragon.
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①From Lu Xun, has been adapted