"Which Count Pagani?" Agnes asked casually, and she didn't laugh until she saw little Milo's somewhat confused eyes.
Little Milo looked at Agnes who looked serious and nodded thoughtfully.
"I understand, Ms. Boethia doesn't recognize Count Pagani." He nodded and asked again, "What about Sister Pagani?"
"Sister Pagani has sworn to serve the Mother Goddess." Agnes shook her head and said.
"You don't seem to have any intention of returning to your old life." Little Milo said with certainty.
"Indeed, not yet." Agnes looked at the stall selling Disi pies on one side. Some of her gray hair was exposed from under the dark purple headscarf wrapped by the proprietress. The rich aroma of meat was in her overly sensitive nose. It was so obvious, so she said, "I don't want to talk about this anymore. There are some things I haven't figured out yet."
"When you think about things that you can't understand, you will always be blocked by the wall at the end, but if you turn your head, maybe the street is right behind you." Agnes curled her lips and blinked, "Even wait a minute. Maybe you will find that the wall in front of you is not very high, so it is not impossible to just climb over; or maybe you are not afraid of the trouble, and it is not impossible to just tear down the wall."
Little Milo nodded thoughtfully.
"Would you like something to eat?" Agnes asked.
Little Milo nodded again subconsciously.
Agnes then let go of her hand and bought two Disi pies from the stall over there. The proprietress looked at Agnes and smiled lovingly, and specially took two steaming pies and handed them to her. Agnes.
"Yours." Agnes handed one to little Milo.
"I remember that Dixie pie seemed to be served with sweet iced tea..." She looked around the shops, trying to find a store where she could buy sweetened iced tea.
Little Milo shook his head, grabbed the paper bag and started chewing it.
"You seem to like this combination quite a bit." He said with some slurred speech. "I remember that it was like this on your table at Mrs. Wellington's restaurant."
"I thought this was the default combination," Agnes opened her eyes in surprise, "Isn't it?"
"There's no problem," Xiao Milo said almost without raising his head, "As long as it suits your taste, you can eat whatever you want."
Agnes felt the warmth coming through the paper bag with her hands, smiled and sat down on the edge of the flower bed.
"Indeed, as long as it matches the taste, it can be paired with anything." Agnes pulled down the wrapped paper bag, "So, if I think it is good to just eat it, I can also enjoy it alone. "
The strong flavor of meat mixed with spices bloomed in her mouth, mixed with the sweet and sour taste of small pieces of chopped apple. Her eyes looked at the proprietress who was still hawking on the street, the golden afterglow on her side. Under the reflection, she raised her head and smiled at Agnes.
"Your Excellency Rosie is right," Agnes suddenly stopped and said, "...Mother is also right."
She should really mentally let go of the things that have been holding her captive, and should go down...not up.
...
"November 19th,"
"Change may be a long-term process, but what I can feel is only a moment."
"It's just a change of day and night, the interspersion of work and rest, the combination of pleasure and trouble. All kinds of impressions, scenes and images are piled up in disorder. The chaotic memories of the past and the confused speculations about the future merge into a torrent. However, the ins and outs of it are almost completely unclear. Only the minuscule part of it now remains in my mind, and the essence and meaning of life seem to be completely clear at that moment."
"Not the admiration of talent and strength, not the taste of so-called noble souls, these are too Liao Ruochenxing, although their tones and colors will always arouse my passion; what I should expect are those most common, for The total longing for happiness moves from the small world of oneself into the vast world.”
"If my destiny is beyond my expectation, then my emotions should not only belong to individuals, but should be replaced by love for ordinary people. This is not looking down on myself as a god, but just a feeling of love for life. The feeling of being alive."
“Those who may seem as insignificant as dust, those who have neither heaven nor earthly support, those who have no certainty of their final destination, rejoice in some comforting comfort with a vague hope. "
“I can’t help but say: Oh my God, how beautiful this is!”
"I shouldn't have lowered my eyes to the dust beneath my feet. When I did, their souls would be so light that they would dissipate like motes of dust."
"How these people have lived, loved, suffered, and been happy before, and how they will do it again, is a great thing. It is always too one-sided to only see part of this great thing. And a one-sided victory will always bring more evil than good."
Agnes stopped writing and put it down after a long time.
"Have you really thought so much?" The face on the glass lampshade looked at the paper on the side with a look that seemed to be leering - maybe it was just because this angle was too inconvenient.
"Maybe I didn't think about anything and just wrote it to deceive?" Agnes curled her lips.
"Miss Philosopher." Huizhen said with a mocking tone.
...
The pianist felt that the day and night were so long.
He stopped jumping on the keys and felt his wrists burning.
He raised his hand and touched it with his lips, and realized later that it was indeed very hot and a little hard.
It must be swollen again, he thought. The most flexible and valuable thing on his body was actually swollen again at this time.
How long has he been playing? thought the pianist.
He immersed his entire hands into the ice water in front of him until he reached his wrists. The tingling sensation gradually dulled and was eventually replaced by numbness.
The dazzling light of the candle flickered slightly, and the pianist took out his hand to wipe away the water, turned around and walked into the hall.
The man in a waiter's uniform behind the bar raised an eyebrow at him, mixed two glasses of wine and placed them on the bar. He saw the pure reflection of the candlelight on the surface of the light brown flowing liquid, just like her eyes.
Yes, just like Sarah's eyes, the pianist thought, so he picked up the two glasses of wine together, raised his head and drank the two glasses of wine in one gulp.
"Hey, if you drink like this, be careful of getting drunk." The man in a waiter's uniform behind the bar said to him.
The pianist just smiled, waved to him, opened the small door on one side and walked out.
The night sky was like the finest sapphire. The cool night breeze blew over his hot face, and the figure in the gray cloak was reflected in his eyes, like a tree swallow, falling on his face. before.
