As night falls, the starlight that spans light years is cleansed by the rain and becomes extremely pure and gorgeous again. Those starlights are reflected in the small puddles accumulated in the quaint streets and courtyards, and the wet ground is also decorated with mysterious colors. starry sky.
In the six-story building of the orphanage, what was originally the restaurant on the second floor has now become a banquet hall. At this moment, a dinner party is being held here.
In terms of the grand scale of the banquet, this dinner obviously cannot be compared with the Hogwarts first-term dinner or the Halloween dinner, but in terms of the excitement, this banquet is even better.
As the banquet progressed in the second half, Amosta, who was the focus of the crowd, was gradually left aside. The children, who could not enjoy such rich food even on Christmas, walked briskly through the pictures. Between the tables filled with fragrant fried steak, grilled sausages, potato pie, cream pudding, and various juices, the smile on the young cheeks is more beautiful than the blooming tulips.
Amosta leaned on the wooden railing of the stairs, watching the scene in front of him with a gentle expression.
His eyes moved around, and when the focus of his eyes fell on the beautiful figure with a slight smile on her face, eating with the children, his eyelids trembled unnoticeably, and a strange color flashed in his eyes.
This is a lady with a gentle and comfortable appearance.
Wearing a simple off-white dress that just covers her knees, her long emerald green hair of the same color as her eyes is spread smoothly over her shoulders. Her fair skin exudes an imperceptible fluorescence under the light that is not too bright. Amosta could still vaguely smell the fresh scent lingering next to him, even though he was dozens of feet away.
A misty-haired servant girl, a graceful and graceful lady - this is Amosta's evaluation of her.
To be honest, Amosta, who travels between two worlds and has extensive knowledge, has never seen a lady with such a graceful temperament.
Ms. Vitia Hill, who was volunteering at the orphanage, seemed to notice Amosta's gaze. She turned back to look at Amosta by the stairs and nodded, with a smile on her lips.
Amosta responded with the same smile, and then, while no one was paying attention, he turned and walked up the stairs.
The lively noise on the second floor can still be heard upstairs. Amosta walked in the dim corridor with an expressionless face. His eyes wandered around and he tapped on the walls from time to time to judge whether the quality of this dormitory was acceptable. Before I knew it, I had reached the top floor.
Through a steel ladder next to the laundry room, Amosta climbed to the top of the building and walked to the guardrail.
The view from the top of the building is not too wide, because the rows of low buildings on the opposite side and on both sides block most of the scenery near the orphanage. Fortunately, it is far away from the troubles and the lights are dim, so the starry sky is still bright.
Amosta rested his arms on the railing, raised his head and stared at the night sky quietly. After an unknown period of time, a cool night wind blew in his face. Amosta squinted his eyes and took something out of his pocket. Take out a cigarette.
Smoking was Amosta's habit in his previous life, and he was still addicted to smoking at that time. However, since he came to this world and experienced his infancy, childhood, and childhood again, he has successfully quit this bad habit, and I have no intention of picking it up again.
However, when he was in a bad mood, he would still take out a cigarette and smell the aroma of tobacco.
Suddenly, crisp footsteps sounded on the steel ladder behind him. Amosta crushed the cigarette in his hand and threw it into the wind, then turned around and looked. When he saw the coat hanging on Vitiya's arm, his eyes were profound and unpredictable. It shook for a moment.
"Mrs. Reagan told me that every time you come back here, you like to stay alone on the rooftop for a long time--"
Vitia walked to Amosta with elegant steps and handed over her coat.
"It seems that you are a quiet person, Mr. Blaine."
"Thanks,"
Amosta took the coat but did not put it on. He looked at Vitia, who still looked tall in low-heeled sandals, and said with a casual smile,
"You're welcome, Miss Hill, just call me Amosta."
Although she tried her best to hide it, there were still some other emotions in Vitiya's pure eyes.
Every day when she worked in the orphanage, she could hear the children here expressing their longing for the return of this young man in a hopeful tone. As time went by, she would inevitably become curious in her heart.
"I heard from Mrs. Reagan and the children that you have solved the problem of schooling for the little ones here. It is very impressive. Miss Hill, it is not easy to get rid of those useless officials and the same greedy staff in the same school. How did you do it? To all this?”
Amosta asked with a smile as he glanced across Vitiya's eyes and hair.
"Actually, I'm not as good as you think, Bray...Amosta, I just asked for some help from my father. He is a professor at the University of London and has some friendships with some government officials, although it is insignificant. , but fortunately the problem is not complicated--"
Amosta nodded noncommittally. He moved his eyes away and looked down at the street where many people could no longer be seen. Although he was expressing his gratitude, he spoke in a calm tone.
"No matter what, Miss Hill, I still have to thank you on behalf of the children."
The two people stood leaning on the railing, in the deep night, they were obviously acquainted for the first time, but they talked in a tone that sounded like they were very familiar with each other.
"--When I was here, the environment in the courtyard was much worse than it is now. In the summer, the room was too dull to accommodate people. We could only spread mats in the courtyard while enduring the poor drainage system here. Many mosquitoes breed while trying to sleep.
In winter, due to lack of funds to repair doors, windows and cracked walls, air leaked everywhere in the room. The biting cold wind was not something that thin bedding could withstand. In order not to freeze to death, several of us would squeeze into the same bed, rustling. Trembling in anticipation of the dawn...
Many children about my age have completely lost contact with the orphanage after they left the orphanage. I understand this behavior because this orphanage has brought them too many memories that are not pleasant--"
Amosta talked about the past, and the topic was very abrupt, but Vitia did not show any surprise. She pursed her lips and asked,
"Mrs. Reagan told me that you later went to a boarding school. I heard that your parents registered you before you were born..."
Amosta rubbed his fingers and smiled casually.
"I spent my whole boyhood there. It was a very good school, the food was delicious, and you could have a good night's sleep... So, what about you, Miss Hill, I guess you grew up in an environment Are you much superior to these children below?"
Vitiya lifted up the messy hair in front of her eyes and did not answer Amosta's question directly. Instead, she said in an ethereal voice,
"Actually, it's not as beautiful as you think."
Amosta nodded slightly and said nothing.
The two people stood side by side, staring at the deepening night. Accompanying the silence was an unspeakable depression.
From the beginning to the end, no child came up to look for Amosta or Vitiya. These smart little guys also had their own little ideas. They and the staff quietly cleaned up the messy restaurant and returned to the room. Hiding under the covers, they were laughing and discussing Brother Amosta and Miss Vitia on the rooftop.
The lights in the houses on both sides of the street went out one after another. In the end, except for the dim yellow cast by two rows of street lamps, everything was silent.
"So, Miss Vitiya,"
When the bright moon came to the west, Amosta turned his head expressionlessly and spoke again,
"Can I ask your real name?"
"Vitya--"
The elegant lady next to her had an unsurprising smile on her bright face. She lowered her eyes and whispered a little apologetically.
"Vetia Cliona, this is my real name, Mr. Golden Viper--"
ps: I'm at work, so I'm a little late the second time, sorry--
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