Since returning to the castle, my father has been careful in everything and can't wait to leave my mother at once. When it's in his mouth, he's afraid of melting. When he puts it in his palm, he's afraid of falling ... Alas, this is not his first time as a father.

"Little late," my mother whispered in my ear while my father was ordering in the kitchen. "Pluto sent Antioch a message saying that you should have time to see them more. I heard that Xiu also misses you. "

"Ah?" I took a puff at the corner of my mouth. That place without sunshine doesn't seem to suit me.

Mom seems to want to say something, and dad has come in with a plate in his hand.

"Sanath, why are you eating this?" Mother frowned and pointed to the carrots on the plate.

"I specially asked the chef to make this for you. This is good for children and good for you. " Dad doesn't even dare to speak too loudly.

"I don't want to eat!" Mom glared. "We don't want to eat small curtains!"

Dad's eyebrows shook. "Have a good name so soon?"

"well. Leaf curtain, that's a good name. " Mom said proudly. Wow, she looks like a queen now. ...

I saw the expression "This name is a bit bad" flash across my father's face, but immediately I smiled extremely gently: "Good name."

I almost fell off my chair when I shook. These two people ... I feel sadly redundant again. "I want to go to the toilet." I walked towards the door, looked back and saw two people still staring at each other affectionately, and neither of them had time to pay attention to me.

Ho ho ... I'm really redundant.

Suddenly, NK songs came from the record player upstairs. Their latest album seems to have changed the poet williamButlerYeats's "Whenyouareold" into the title song. My mother and I were a little surprised when my father bought this disc, because my father was not interested in these bands before.

I walked to the garden as I thought about it. As soon as I got to the blooming rose, a little bat flew by and whispered in my ear for decades. I was surprised and hurried out of the castle.

The garden is full of silver moonlight, white roses bloom wantonly, and the thin white is filled with a hazy softness in the moonlight. A gust of wind blew, the rose petals all over the sky formed a snow-white rain whirl, and the dark and gorgeous boy appeared again.

"Roland Garro!" I can't believe my eyes, it's him!

He kept his usual cold expression: "Call me Marty? Belmont. Are you ready to fight? "

I raise my mouth slightly. "Come on, Marty."

When he was knocked down by me for the nth time, he finally broke the cold disguise and gave me a hard look: "Ye Wan, I won't give up! If you dare to marry before I hit you, I will kill you! "

"That also wants you to kill."

"You! In short, I will kill you! " He pointed at me. "You remember!"

"Marty, is it worth giving up being a god for me?" I suddenly put away my smile.

It seems that he didn't expect me to say this suddenly, and stood there for a long time before saying, "What's the point of being at the bottom of the sea? There are no vampires to catch there. Besides, I was not interested in becoming seafood, but I just wanted to beat you with his strength. "

I snorted and smiled. "Thank you, Mathilda. However, when you hit me, I'm afraid I'll become an old woman and I won't wait for you! "

"Ye Wan, you don't want to default, I will beat you soon!" He disappeared in front of me angrily, and only his voice echoed: "You won't be so lucky next time!" " "

I held the tree and laughed for a long time. Suddenly, a feeling of deja vu enveloped the whole garden, and the smell of sea water floated with the wind.

"Xiao Ye ..." I think I heard someone calling my name. The whistling wind blew in the ear, and the surrounding scenery was blurred for an instant and became a blur. Only the voice slipped into my ears like silk and penetrated into my heart, with a slight sour but warm pain.

Standing in a familiar place, smelling the delicious food in the air, the petals around me whirled like drunken butterflies, gracefully brushed my skirt and slowly fell. I looked up at the man who dazzled me.

His eyelashes trembled slightly, and his half-closed silver-purple pupil eyes exuded charming brilliance.

"You are a god now." I smiled casually.

His mouth twitched: "I know, you gave me divine power and saved my life." Xiao Ye, I also know that you did it for me ... "

"Don't get me wrong, I'm just talking about humanitarianism, and-"I gave him a provocative look. "Do you feel sick now? I should be angry that you lied to me, but I didn't expect to repay good for evil. Are you surprised? "

He smiled gently: "I am not a grateful person. How do you know that I think so? " ? What if what I think is-this girl is stupid enough to know that I lied to her and gave me all her abilities. Looks like she must love me very much. "

"Bah!" I'm annoyed.

"If it weren't for the person I care about, I wouldn't thank her no matter how good she is to me. On the contrary, if it is someone I care about, I will repay her at any cost. " His voice is like the smoke rising from a cup of good tea with moderate shade, which is leisurely and pleasant, fragrant and moist, and makes people unconsciously raise their corners slightly.

"Oh, how are you going to repay it?"

"I haven't decided yet."

I looked at him and thought he would say something about suicide, huh? What am I thinking? ...

"You are a god now. You have everything you want. There are many ways to repay me. "

"God also has many things that he can't get."

"oh? So if you can make a wish, what would you want as a god? "

"After so many years, I just hope that the most important person can stay with me." His beautiful white fingers like moonstone swept across my face, and when he lowered his head, his long silver-purple hair hung down and slipped through my nose. "Saya, can you give me another chance to start over?"

My heart is rippling, and the feeling of soul rippling seems to come from the horizon, within reach. Everything before seems to be engraved in my memory, and no matter how big the storm is, it can't fade away, just like the distant star on the horizon, just like the endless grass under my feet. When everything is erased, only the word "like" remains. After several twists and turns, I can always jump into my mind.

"Who are you?" I suddenly asked.

"What?"

Looking for a wink: "Isn't everything a new beginning?"

At first, he was stunned, and the smile on his lips quickly spread, like a swaying lily of the valley in spring, gently shaking into his eyes: "I, Ashley, now my name is Roland Garro. Although old, but mature and reliable. The appearance is passable. My current occupation is marine industry. Although it is not a prominent job, it is definitely no problem to support the family. "

I smiled and gave him a blank look: "I, Ye Wan. Eighteen years this year, your age is too different from yours, which will make you feel guilty. At present, your occupation is unemployment, you don't have much housework at all, and your temper is better than that of the queen. You have to retreat and prepare early. "

He finally smiled: "It seems that it's just me ..."

"Besides, I will die of old age. Think about it. "

"Poseidon is dying, isn't it? We are a match made in heaven! "

I snorted disapprovingly, raised my head gently, and reflected the figure of mom and dad embracing each other from the window of the castle. A warm current circulates slowly in my body, and my heart is full of unspeakable tenderness. It seems that WilliaITIButlerYeats's poem has been changed into a song. Melodious songs float in the air with the night wind, sometimes high and sometimes tactfully, lingering like silk, like a gentle and affectionate but fine and flexible net, silently and invisibly trapping everything between heaven and earth.

If you listen carefully, you can still vaguely identify those lyrics:

Old, gray-haired, sleepy.

Take a nap by the fire. Please write down this poem.

Read slowly and recall the tenderness of your eyes in the past.

Recall the heavy shadows of their past.

How many people love you when you are young and happy?

Worship your beauty, hypocrisy or sincerity.

Only one person loves your soul.

……