Heather who counterattacked

If there is a choice, I would probably rather die then.

For so many years, Sinna has been trapped in this place, not allowed to leave, not allowed to contact the outside world, not even to use any modern communication tools.

This small town that has been controlled by a certain family for generations looks so simple and beautiful, who knows what kind of dark and dirty blood is flowing underneath.For more than ten years, those who monitored her never let down their vigilance, even though she had given up all resistance.

She could live well if she wanted to, everything a woman could dream of, everything a woman could dream of, and whoever put her here was never stingy with alms.But she would rather work by herself and live alone. She even built a wooden house with her own hands, cleaned up the yard, and raised her chickens, ducks, and cats. Her cellulose hands are covered with calluses, terrible wrinkles are all over her face, and she even hunched prematurely. With her back hunched and her eyes dazzled, she was alone in this small town, silently year after year.

When should the crops in the field be sown, fertilized and harvested? Why haven’t all the chickens in the back of the house been caged in the evening? Where did the old cat go for a walk and why hasn’t it come back? Her mind is filled with so many things like this Only very occasionally, would I think of the field full of heather again. In the White Castle, the master she had served for the first half of her life raised her head and smiled at her, and she moistened her eyes. In the flickering firelight fold your hands and pray for people in distant lands.

I thought that my heart had obtained eternal peace, but only when I saw this person again did I suddenly realize that the sins that needed her to atone were still painfully and numbly deposited in the bottom of my heart, and did not subside for a moment.

Sinna fell into the rocking chair with tears streaming down her face. Her figure in the wide chair seemed even thinner. She was panting violently, her lungs sucking in and out like an old bellows, so hard that she thought she would be suffocated.The man in the black formal suit stood not too close and looked at her, his eyes were calm, without a trace of pity, as if he was watching the most ordinary scene.

He waited for her to calm down.

Twilight has begun to envelope the small town, accompanied by an extremely light and thin mist lingering on the fields, and there is an all-pervasive coolness.

Cinna shivered and dragged the shawl from behind the chair to wrap herself up. Her green eyes, which were originally clear, were as cloudy as if they were covered with a layer of gray. Her face showed regret, hatred, struggle, and despair. , and finally returned to the silence of death, but the lips were still trembling: "You...what are you here...for..."

Liandel looked at her carefully, and it took a long time to say a word in a low voice: "The list."

Xin Na's expression didn't change at all, only the slight shock in the depths of her cloudy pupils: "What?"

Leander repeated slowly and calmly, "Give me that list."

"You—" Xin Na stared at him.

"I know it," the tall and straight man said slowly, "I need it."

"There is no list!" Xin Na became emotional.

"You know it exists." In a determined tone.

"No! I don't know!" Xin Na shook her head in pain, "There is no list!"

"But he went to the wrong person," Leander said.

Sinna shuddered as if electrocuted, but she didn't speak.

"So, you want to watch him walk into the abyss."

"--Do not!!"

Xin Na coughed violently, with tears in her eyes.She grabbed the collar in pain: "How could he know! How could he want to take such a step... It was you who made the mistake, right!"

Leander watched her.

After a stalemate like this for a while, Xin Na gasped for air, almost hopelessly and carefully poking out the branches from the vines in her heart: "He... my little Highness, he... how...?"

These people refused to let her know everything about him.

She doesn't know anything, but the only thing she misses in this world is him.

The plane crash that year has shattered into the most miserable fireworks in the sky, time is getting old so fast, people from the old days rarely appear in her dreams, and all the motivation that supports her to live so hard is only in her back then. A child growing up under his knees.

She had witnessed his birth with her own eyes, and held him all the days and nights when he was a baby. During such hard years, she figured out his appearance, and used the faces of the duke and madam to outline his outline bit by bit. , Knit him sweaters that he will never be able to wear, and make him food that will only slowly decay and dry. She works so hard to live, and she hopes that one day, she can leave here and see him again , even if it is distant, unknown, just a short-lived side.

No matter how old he is, in Xin Na's eyes, he will still be that immature and cute child who wants to be held by her with open arms.She loves him so much that she lingers on like this.

"Fine," Leander said.

"How could it be okay!" Xin Na's old face suddenly turned sharp, and she thumped the handrail vigorously, "If it will be okay——why did you come here!!"

"Very good," he repeated, "I've been watching him," there was a brief pause, his voice was still calm and indifferent, "I have close friends, loyal subordinates, and... a lover," he thought of Sapphire The young lady of the family still counted her in after many years of her death, and continued, "Isn't it good to have persistent goals?"

"Okay, okay..." Xin Na opened her eyes wide in a daze, and tears pooled in her eyes again, "And then?" Nodding her head, she said cautiously and sadly, "And then?"

Under what circumstances would he choose to meet that person?A person waiting to die in prison, what reason does he have to see him?Still can't let others know?Obviously there is no connection, isn't it?

If one had to find out a reason, there was probably only that terrible, cruel reason that made them all dread it.

Sina is not a know-it-all.Even, because she has such a long time to recall everything in the past, with the previous "list" as a foreshadowing, she can discern the trickiness in the word "persistence" as soon as she listens to these words sensitively.

"He's smart," Leander said, and he could tell it bothered him, but his tone was soft and indulgent. "Too smart, but also too naive."

"He knows what a terrible thing he is facing, but he must touch it."

——"Then stop him!" Sinna squeezed out the words through clenched teeth with difficulty.

The man in the black suit not far away did not speak.

"You regret it, right!" Sinna raised her head anxiously, trying to find some clues on his face, "It was your fault, right, no, you can't do this—he will die! They won't let him go Pass him!"

The premise of Cyril's absolute safety is that he doesn't know anything, the truth of the accident that year, the absurd past, and the true face of the familiar people who appeared in his life.He can't know a little bit of the inside story, and this is what everyone tacitly knows.

Leander is more terrifying than the abyss: "So, tell me the list."

The cloudy pupils were slowly replaced by a look of despair: "I don't know." She laughed so painfully, "I'm supposed to be damned, what identity am I—how would I know what's written in it. "

She had been by Erica's side since she was a child, grew up with her, and married her to England.She pampered her like a younger sister, and served her like a god. For a long time, all her life was only this reflection, until later, there was Cyril.

She deserved to die at the time, the plane accident missed her, but no one wanted to keep her alive, because she knew the inside story--she knew a lot more than Blaise even did.However, the old earl of Leok kept her, and that lord didn't even care about mourning the death of his daughter and son-in-law. The only one who desperately wanted to keep her was Cyril.

Xin Naken compromised with this lengthy captivity, because her sins were no less than Blaize's.Even, those people behind the duke who refused to give up... She personally lobbied with the most embarrassing fact.

Innocents, outsiders, perpetrators, and sufferers, none of them can blame the other, because they spun a web together to cover up everything that happened.

After being silent for a long time, Leander still did not believe her words: "You are the closest person to the Duchess."

"But I'm just a maid after all!" Sinna said painfully, "I don't know——I don't know anything!"

Leander stood quietly for a while, reached out his hand into his clothes, and took out a photo from the interlayer on his chest.He didn't turn it over immediately, he first took a long look at the photo, and then slowly turned the photo to Sinna.

It was a white embroidered sofa, and the decoration behind it was a simple and clean modern style. The figure in the photo was sitting quietly on the sofa, looking at the camera, wearing light blue loose clothes, and curly hair as soft as a crow's feather On the left shoulder, the face was so handsome and elegant, even the indifference and dullness that came to her face seemed soft.

Oh God—Xinna bent over, burst into tears again, but tightly covered her mouth and refused to make a sound.

Her eyes widened, tears blurred her vision, but she still looked at the photo without blinking, trying to match him with the outline imagined in her mind, her eyes were like a duke, her lips were like a lady... This is her little Your Highness, she bet that the only person left with enthusiasm has grown into this appearance in a place she can't see, she shed tears, then raised her head in a panic, and shouted incoherently: "His eyes, eyes—what? Eyes! What's the matter with him?"

"Just a little accident." Leander said softly.

"How could he have an accident!!"

Leander didn't say anything, he just looked at the man, then slowly tore open the skirt, and stuffed the photo back inside.

"Give it to me," Sina trembled her lips, "Give it to me!!"

She yelled frantically, struggled to stand up with the strength she didn't know where she came from, and rushed to grab the photo, but fell to the ground after taking a few steps, her cat let out a miserable cry, took a step back and came up again Looking at her, she cried out again and again.

Leander watched her impassively.

"Give it to me..." She raised her head, her voice was very soft and slow, but her words seemed to be nervous, her eyes were so hateful and desperate.

"List." That was the only word that came back to her.

"I don't know!!!" Sina shouted hoarsely.

The devil's cold voice didn't waver at all: "No, you know."

Xin Na was trembling all over, and she shook her head feebly, such pitiful hopelessness could not be exchanged for any mercy.

"Of course that list exists, otherwise, the old duke would be ashamed of his wisdom."

"If he didn't leave the heir with the biggest bargaining chip, how could he be willing to die. All accidents are not accidents to him, but inevitable. He has been afraid of those people since a long time ago, isn't he?" Slowly The voice was like the soft and quiet waves in the depths of the silent night ocean, gentle and elegant, but bewitching and sharp like the whisper of a demon, "He represented the interests of so many people, and died so suddenly, so it's a pity, of course not Some people let it go. Even our respected queen can't change this mistake. But they seized the lifeline and used your little master to persecute you-for you, the living is the most important, isn't it? So You used the reputation of the old duke and all the political influence that would follow as a bargaining chip to persuade the entire group to remain silent. However, it was not everyone who showed anger at the time, right? On that list, there are The people who are here are hiding from the beginning, aren't they?"

Xin Na's teeth were trembling: "I, no, know, know!!"

"No, you know." Leander said coldly, "Because Blaise knows."

His eyes were filled with extremely deep black ink, like thunder and thunder before the storm, and the dreadful clouds, which made people think that there was no brilliance of humanity in it.

"How did your lover end his life with poison, don't you want to know?"

The sound also came down like a thunderbolt. The old woman who fell on the ground covered her ears tightly with her hands, but she still couldn't stop the pain that was almost suffocating. "Impossible...impossible..." she repeated As she spoke, tears trickled down the gully on her face, hitting the dusty skirt drop by drop.

"Don't you want to know how he died? You don't want to know what Cyril has been through all these years? You don't want to see him again? You want to watch him burn this fire on himself, and then follow his way Parents?"

Words are like knives, stabbing each knife deeper.

Leander was silent for a moment, and finally said again: "Tell me the list."

The rain that night was pattering, not heavy, and it only felt an annoying clamminess floating on the face.

It's already cold in the north.Carey was wrapped in a coat, with his hands in his pockets watching the rain, and a coat under his arm.

When Cyril came out, Kaili heard footsteps, and before he had time to look back, he opened his coat and put it on the person behind him.

Cyril put on his coat, and felt a little warm from the wind. He looked up, but Kaili didn't speak, and when he put down his hands, he also turned his head away.Cyril paused for a moment, then slowly reached out to put on the clothes herself, took the hat and put it on her head.

Carey was a little afraid to look at him, the more indescribable the beauty of his face in the dim light, even if he was so used to seeing it, he still felt uncomfortable looking directly at him: "The car is outside, we..."

Xi Ruier waved his hand to interrupt him, and he put his hand in his coat pocket: "Come on, I'll treat you to coffee."

After he finished speaking, he lifted his feet and walked into the thin rain. Before Kaili's head cleared, he had conditioned reflex to pick up the black umbrella placed by the wall, and hastily opened it to follow.The two walked steadily, neither fast nor slow, through the gray buildings in the night, and walked along the edge of the square. There were quite few people, and only occasionally saw guards with live ammunition in the distance walking by. Followed to the East District with a Spartan face, there were a little more talents, but most of the people who came and went were wearing military uniforms, they were the nearby garrison, but it was the two new faces in black coats, Cyril and Carey, it was a bit strange to see .

Cyril pulled down the brim of her hat, and led Kelly into a flower shop.Before Kaili had an accident, there was actually a flower shop open in such a ghostly place, and the warmth that hit his face and the aroma of coffee in the air made him feel refreshed for a while.

The waiter came over, and Cyril took off his coat and hat and passed them over, pretending not to see the daze in the other's eyes, and sat down on the sofa to see the complicated face of Kaili.After a moment of silence, a smile flashed across his pupils: "Sit."

"You... how?" Carey racked his brains and couldn't figure out why Cyril looked so familiar with this place.

"I came here with Vera when I was a child," Cyril called Cup Blue Mountain, "It's also... a long time ago."

He asked, "What coffee do you want? Here are all the luxuries you can imagine."

It is said to be a prison, but it is actually just a special sanatorium. The prisoners are all political criminals. The people behind them have enough funds to maintain their luxurious life in prison. Except that their movements are restricted and they cannot communicate with the outside world. It's also barely a good place to retire.

"So you came here specifically to see an... an old man who is dying?" Carey weighed his adjectives, "He can't even speak clearly!"

Originally thought that it would take a lot of trouble, unexpectedly, after getting the news about the recent situation of the person he wanted to see, Xi Ruier even came without any disguise.

"You also said that you are dying, so I should come to see him."

Carey frowned. He didn't want to ask about the relationship between them, and he didn't even want to know why he came here. Anyway, after following this person for so many years, he never understood what he was thinking. He just said: "Go on. What should I do down here?"

"I have been peaceful for so many years, and there is only one person who will focus on what I do..." Cyril said lightly, "I came here just to send a signal, and how he responds is what I decide what to do next key."

Carey's brow, which had relaxed a little, furrowed again.

Xi Ruier smiled slightly: "I will have help."

—— "There will be someone who is willing to accompany me and take a big gamble together."

The author has something to say: 10.18

At this time, Lance's treatment of Cyril should still be the kind of emotion that is more important and terrifying than love, and that is close to the meaning of life that overrides love, so he doesn't care about Clauris or O'Neill. Laura's presence.This kind of emotion is higher than love, but the kind of love that makes people crazy, desperate and even full of possessive desire is more real and stronger than it.Well, probably when Lance and Yuli really meet, Yuli really loves Ciriel—although he never told it—"Passerby C" is right, Lance does have a character In other words, he has a psychological defect. He didn't understand that it was love until he witnessed Yuli's emotions.

Oh, the author's love is indeed such an accident and extravagance.

But I have a hunch I can do more tomorrow...