Chapter 247: Faust (1/2)
There is an ancient legend in this small town.
According to legend, in the Middle Ages, this was a forest.
The witches in the forest are good at love potions, boil them with their sprout love as raw materials, and sell them to passing travelers.
Over time, as the materials ran out, the witch's heart gradually became dry and cold, without a trace.
So she could no longer make a love potion, nor could she stay young forever.
She decided to close her witch's hut and leave this place.
Just before the witch made a decision, the last traveler arrived at the midnight bell. He brought a flower ring to the witch, revealed his love, and awakened the witch's frozen heart.
”Finally, the witch and her beloved will live in the forest forever, until they are old. The legend of the flower ring continues in this way, so our town will have the tradition of making flower rings.”
The clerk babbled and said with a smile, ”You and the white-haired gentleman must be lovers of good relationships, right?”
When the two gentlemen walked into the store, she seemed inexplicably afraid, she didn't dare to look up at the black-haired gentleman. But the problem is that she looks more at her white-haired gentleman, and the consequences are even more terrifying than looking at the black-haired directly, so the solicitation of the clerk trying to sell the ring is much lower.
Unexpectedly, when he turned his head, the black-haired gentleman would return to the store, which is really surprising.
”The white-haired gentleman doesn't seem to be very good at expressing feelings, but his eyes are always paying attention to you.”
The clerk carefully put the specially treated ring into the black velvet box: ”We have seen this look on many customers who come to the store to shop. They are all happy lovers.”
”Your husband cares about you, there is no doubt about it.”
”Don't take the packaging bag, just give it to me.”
The devil never liked to listen to beautiful words, but this time he rarely interrupted this meaningless compliment.
The clerk was taken aback, and his mind immediately turned a corner.
She has not encountered this situation before. Generally, only when the customer who bought the ring decides to propose marriage, she will only leave with the ring box.
”Thanks for your patronage, I wish you a successful marriage proposal.”
”By the way, there is a tradition here. If you plan to spend the rest of your life with another person, you must take him to the elders to see. Even in front of the cemetery, the elders will give you blessings.”
propose?
The devil sneered, but did not explain. It seemed that he put the small ring box into the pocket of his suit, but in fact he passed it through the pocket and put it in the shadow, and immediately left the jewelry store in large strides.
It's still snowing outside, and it's getting bigger and bigger, one after another, covering the sky and the earth.
The shadow spontaneously covered the devil's feet, so that the snow water did not even touch his trousers. But in fact, this might be unnecessary, because the temperature of his body is not enough to melt them.
In fact, many times, demons do not understand the joys and sorrows of these human beings, and even sneer at them.
He was a monster born from evil thoughts, and it was so bad that it was so bad.
But the magician...is different again.
For humans, these seem to be very important.
As long as they don't get out of this decisive battle dungeon, no one knows that they have tried their best to put each other to death, and no one knows that they were ever-ending enemies.
For the first time, the devil had the idea that ”even if it is such a dull and easy day, if the object is a magician, it would be good to keep going on like this”.
It's dangerous, but not annoying. If the object is replaced by a magician, everything is so reasonable.
He returned to the door of the church.
There is a time difference between the two cities. It is still morning on the apartment side, and it is already afternoon on this side, and the sky is a little gloomy.
The newly fallen snow refilled the footprints of the pedestrians who had come to pray before, as if it had never existed.
When Zong Jiu came out, he saw this scene.
A man in a black suit stands in the snow, with a vast snow in the background, only he is a deep color that is out of place, just like the difference on the canvas, and easily grabs the attention of others.
”Is the prayer over?”
Seeing Zong Jiu coming out, the devil put on a habitual smile again.
He noticed that the bunch of pure white lilies were still in the arms of the white-haired young man, and there was no sign of being sent out.
But in fact, the person holding the flower is more attractive to him than the flower.
The magician curled his mouth at him and suddenly asked: ”Would you like to go to a place with me?”
”A rare invitation.”
The devil raised his eyebrows, his expression unable to discern happiness or anger, ”Yes, my magician.”
So Zong Jiu led him to turn left and right, walking skillfully through the winding alleys of this small town.
Perhaps it was because he was in a really good mood today, and it was rare for him to explain.
”This is where I lived when I was young.”
Even after more than ten years have passed, it is still like an old photograph that has been frozen, without the slightest change.
After walking for about twenty minutes, they came to a cemetery surrounded by black iron fences.
At first glance, this area is specially fenced, and there are stone crosses standing in the cemetery.
After arriving here, Zong Jiu stopped talking.
He stepped forward and placed the flower in his hand in front of one of the tombstones.
The white name of the old nun was written on the gray stone, intertwined with the swaying petals.
After doing all this, he turned around, did not look directly at the devil, and grabbed the cold hand a little scribbled.
The devil is still dressed today, with white gloves on his hands, arrogantly like a nobleman walking out of an oil painting.
However, the magician's hand didn't stop, it got into the glove and held the scarred hand.
Standing in silence black and white before the cross tombstone.
long time.
Maybe five minutes, maybe ten minutes, maybe longer. No one cares.
Zong Jiu finally spoke after the devil even felt that the other party's body temperature burned him.
”Let's go.”
He said: ”We should go home.”
......
After returning from the old church, something quietly changed.
The changes seem to be mutual. It can be one person or two people.
But no one dares to jump to a conclusion about what has changed.
The magician seldom touched him actively, and never proactively asked for joy.
But today, both of these have been broken.
After returning to the high-end apartment where they had lived together for nearly a year, Zong Jiu didn't even take off his coat, and turned around and offered a kiss to another cold body. And the devil did not have any stagnation or surprise. He obeyed his magician's wishes and swept the upper jaw with the tip of his tongue, grabbing the temperature in the opponent's mouth.
No one speaks.