Roses for Rosalind

Three days later, Rosie's low-grade fever was gone.But the beloved baroness and the nurse insisted on her staying in bed for another four days, saying that she would have a good rest.So it was not until a full week later that Rosie was allowed to step out of the Anderson mansion again.

Rosie stood at the door of her own mansion, letting the nanny helplessly let her tie the cloak rope while telling her not to run too far.She nodded casually in agreement.It was quite a while when the nanny finally finished speaking and released him.

Rosie walked quickly through the street, did not stop until she turned a corner, her mansion and the nanny were no longer in sight, and let out a long breath of relief.The long-lost sky is extraordinarily blue.Before Rosie had time to cheer, the thin sweat on her back and the strange eyes of passers-by brought her back to reality.

It was July, and it was midsummer, yet Rosie was actually wearing a cloak to keep out the cold—even if it was only a thin layer, it was enough to attract attention.

The corner of Rosie's mouth twitched, and she quickly reached out to take off the cloak on her body.As soon as she folded the cloak, someone patted her shoulder lightly: "Sissy."

"Carl." Rosie recognized the voice of the visitor.She turned around and greeted Kasapa with a little surprise: "Long time no see!"

"Long time no see." Kasapa nodded to her: "Where have you been these few days?" His gaze moved down and landed on the cloak she was holding in her hand: "This is?"

"Oh, it's a cloak." Following his gaze, Rosie also lowered her head to look at the things in her arms: "I haven't gone anywhere. I didn't feel well a few days ago, and I've been staying at home."

Kazapa lifted the hand hanging on the side of her body, as if she wanted to take the cloak and tie it again for her.Rosie quickly took a step back, watching his every move vigilantly: "Don't." She said, "I'm so hot wearing this, I was sweating just now. It's easier to catch cold that way, don't you think?"

Thinking about it seemed to make sense, so Kasapa didn't insist: "So where are you going now?" He asked.

"I don't know either." Rosie pursed her lips, "Just walk anywhere."

"In that case," Kazapa raised his eyebrows: "Do you want to go with me?"

"Where are you going?" Rosie asked, "Is it far? If it's too far away, I won't go."

"Not far. Come with me." Kasapa smiled slightly: "I promise you will like it there."

Casapa took Rosie to the south of Verona. They walked through a small alley, leaving the noise of the market behind them.This is an open space with many trees planted.It seemed that some squirrels poked their heads out to peek at them quietly, but when Rosie took a closer look, those shy little guys disappeared without a trace.

It is also very quiet here, there is no other sound except for the twittering of birds.

"Sissy," Kasappa held up one of her hands, "come with me."

Kazapa led her through a hedge of shrubs and up a series of plain bluestone steps.Following the direction of the road extension, a white building implicitly reveals the tip of the iceberg under the shade of dense trees. "Where is this?" Rosie finally couldn't help asking, "How did you find such a quiet and good place?"

But the boy didn't answer her: "How is it?" He asked, "Do you like this place?" Rosie nodded desperately, and a smug smile appeared on the corner of the boy's mouth, before replying: "This is the place where I was baptized when I was a child. Father Lawrences is my godfather. I often come here to sit and chat with him in my spare time."

As they approached, the whole picture of the small church finally appeared in front of them.

Rosie looked around curiously: the walls of the church were no longer as white as they were when they were newly built, and were clinging to peeling spots; the benches and tables in the church were also worn out, and the tall colored windows also showed traces of time; There are still half of the candles on the candlestick, and the cooled and solidified wax liquid has accumulated at the bottom of the candlestick, and everything looks half-new and not old.Judging by his usual clothes and speech, Casapa should also come from a noble family in Verona. It is really unexpected that some parents would choose such a small church to baptize their only son.thought Rosie.

"Come on, I'll take you to meet my godfather." Kasapa signaled Rosie to follow him: "He is a very kind old man, no matter what troubles you have, as long as you stay with him for a while, you can always be happy. Calm down now."

But they searched around the church, but they couldn't find Father Lawrences.Finally, a knowledgeable priest in charge of cleaning told them that the priest was out today.

"What a coincidence..." Kasapa said to Rosie apologetically, "It's a waste of your trip."

"No," Rosie waved her hand, "If it wasn't for you, I wouldn't know there is such a good place in Verona."

Kazapa said nothing more, and neither did Rosie.At the back of the church, the choir is doing daily practice.The two sat on the pew inside the church, quietly listening to the childish singing of the children.

Above the high stained windows, the merciful Virgin lowered her eyes tenderly, watching the two silently and compassionately.

"By the way," Rosie suddenly remembered, "Carl, come and read me something casually."

"...Huh?" For a while, Romeo didn't react.He followed Rosie subconsciously and repeated: "Read a paragraph... what?"

"Anything is fine!" Rosie clasped her hands together: "Just a paragraph! Okay, okay!"

"Yes yes yes," Kazapa said. "What do you want to hear?"

"Hmm..." Rosie rolled her eyes, and finally landed on the black book on the table in front of her: "How about the Bible?" With Kasapa's tacit approval, she stretched out her hand and opened the book to any place. Page: "Well, just this paragraph."

She nudged the book towards Kazapa so that he could see it more clearly.Unexpectedly, the young man held down her hand, pushed the book towards her again, moved his body at the same time, and sat a little closer to her: "That's it."

"Well." She looked up and smiled at him: "Okay, let's start."

Kazapa lifted his eyelids and glanced at her.When his eyes finally fell on the pages of the book that were spread out in front of him.He froze for a moment, and an imperceptible smile appeared in his eyes.

"heart (please put me on your heart, like a seal);" he paused, the corners of his lips curled up slightly, and then read down: "...arm (worn on the arm, like a stamp)."

"Song of Songs 8-6"

Rosie came to her senses almost as soon as Kasapa uttered the fourth word.

The Song of Solomon is one of the most unique books in the Bible. It is mainly composed of short sentences or short poems, expressing the joy of love and the pain of lovesickness between men and women.

Ou Min...why did he just turn to this volume?

Rosie secretly glanced at the young man beside her.Half of the man's side face was hidden in the shadow of the church, while the other half was particularly deep against the sunlight and candlelight.

"...gasdeath (because love is as strong as death), jealousyiscruelasthegrave (jealousyiscruelasthegrave)"

His timbre was already easily reminiscent of black velvet, or a cello played alone on an empty stage, but at this moment he deliberately lowered it and slowed it down, so it looked even more deep and moving.Even though they were just sitting side by side, the voice seemed to speak against her ear, bewitching and affectionate.

——What kind of sound does the brat use to confuse! (╯‵ ′)╯︵┻━┻

——More importantly, she seems to be...really blushing_(:3)/)_

"Stop!" Seeing that Kazapa was about to read on, Rosie quickly stopped him.He turned his head to look at her, his warm breath brushed against her ear, itching, she subconsciously reached out and touched it: "Well, your recitation is really good."

"When we were in public school, we had to take a special Bible study class." Kasapa said: "The teacher was very strict with us. In addition to the daily coursework, we also needed to recite. Because the teacher thought that , we need to always keep the Lord’s teachings in mind.”

"Back?" Rosie couldn't help clicking her tongue.If you have to memorize the entire Bible... even Doraemon's memory bread can't do it!

"Of course it can't be the whole book." Kasapa could easily see what Rosie was thinking at the moment from Rosie's expression: "It's just an excerpt."

This was the first time Rosie heard him talk about the public school. She held her chin and quietly looked at the young man's handsome side face: "I hated that teacher very much at first, and I was unwilling to follow his request. Reciting, I think it is something that only nerds can do. But now I don't think so... If you want to ask me what I learned best and remembered best during public school, then it is this subject. "

"It's the so-called strict teacher who produces excellent apprentices." Rosie sighed.

"Yes. That teacher taught me a lot, not only knowledge, but also faith, and even part of the philosophy of life. I have to admit that he is indeed a veritable wise man." Kazapa nodded : "Slowly, I became more and more respectful to him, and he also regarded me very highly, and our relationship became very good. When I left public school, he even gave me a set of precious books as a souvenir. "

"What book?"

Kazapa gave the title of the book.

"...What?!" Rosie's eyes lit up, "Which one is it? Really!?"

"Yes."

"Um... so what," Rosie twitched in a rare way.She lowered her head and twisted her fingers. After wringing her fingers for a while, she mustered up the courage to raise her head and look at the boy flatteringly: "That set of books... can you, uh, can you lend me a read?"

The set of books mentioned by Kazapa is of great value in later generations, even now it is very precious.People who love books would rather buy a new one as a gift than give away their old books. Rosie herself feels deeply about this.So she wasn't sure if Kasapa would lend her the book. "I will be very careful!" She grabbed his sleeve and said eagerly: "I will definitely wear gloves when I watch it! I promise!"

"Okay." Kazapa agreed without hesitation: "I'll bring it out for you next time."

"...Can I do it now?" Actually, Rosie herself felt a little embarrassed, but she couldn't help it: "Can I go home with you to get it now?"

"..."

"(⊙▽⊙)"

"...Okay." The boy hesitated for a while, but finally agreed. "However," he went on, "you have to promise me... promise that you will follow me closely."