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 mystery. The unpredictable 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. And nothing less.
As the second half of the banquet progressed, 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. With their footsteps, they shuttled between tables filled with fragrant fried steaks, grilled sausages, potato pies, cream puddings, and various juices. The smiles on their young cheeks were 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, 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 gentle and comfortable lady.
Wearing a simple off-white dress that just covers her knees, her long emerald green hair of the same color as her eyes is draped smoothly over her shoulders, and her fair skin shines under the light that is not too bright. With the imperceptible fluorescence, Amosta could still vaguely smell the fresh scent lingering around him, even though he was dozens of feet away.
A misty-haired servant girl, a charming 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. Vetia 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. Dye smiles.
Amosta responded with the same smile, and then, while no one was paying attention, he turned around and walked up the stairs.
The lively noise on the second floor can still be heard upstairs. Amosta is walking in the dim corridor with an expressionless face. His eyes wander around and he taps on the wall from time to time to judge the situation. Whether the quality of the dormitory is acceptable, before you know it, you have reached the top floor.
Going 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 short buildings on the opposite side and on both sides block the scenery of most areas near the orphanage. Fortunately, it is far away from troubles and the lights are dim, so the starry sky Pretty bright.
Amosta rested his arms on the railing, raised his head and stared quietly at the night sky. After an unknown period of time, a cool night wind blew in his face. Amosta squinted his eyes, From HuaiHe took out a cigarette from his pocket.
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 smoking. I have fallen out of this bad habit and 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.
The steel ladder behind him suddenly sounded the sound of crisp footsteps. Amosta crushed the cigarette in his hand and threw it into the wind. Then he turned around and saw the coat hanging on Vitiya's arm. , the profound and unpredictable eyes flickered 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."
Vetia walked to Amos with elegant steps Next to Ta, he handed over his coat,
"It seems that you are a quiet person, Mr. Blaine."
"Thank you,"
Amosta took the coat, but did not put it on. He looked at Vitia, who was wearing low-heeled sandals but still looked tall, 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 other emotions in Vitiya's pure eyes.
Every day she works in the orphanage, she can hear the children here expressing their desire for the return of this young man in a hopeful tone. As time goes by, she will 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, those officials who are doing nothing and the same greedy staff in the same school are not the same." It’s so easy to kill, how did you do all this?”
Amosta’s gaze passed through Vitiya’s eyes and hair, and he asked with a smile.
"In fact, I am not as good as you think, Brea Mosta. I just asked my father for some help. He is a professor at the University of London and has some contacts with some government officials. Although friendship is insignificant, fortunately the problem is not complicated."
Amosta nodded in disbelief. He moved his eyes away and looked down at the street below where many people could no longer be seen. Although he was expressing his gratitude , but in a calm tone,
"No matter what, Miss Hill, I still have to thank you on behalf of the children."
The two people stood against the railing, In this deep night, they were clearly acquainted for the first time, but they were talking 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, so we could only spread mats in the courtyard and endure it. The poor drainage system here breeds many mosquitoes, while trying to sleep.
In winter, due to lack of funds to repair doors, windows and cracked walls, there is air leakage everywhere in the room, and those biting breezes.The cold wind cannot be resisted by thin bedding. In order not to freeze to death, several of us would squeeze into one bed, shivering and looking forward to the arrival of dawn
Many children about my age After they left the orphanage, they completely lost contact with it. I understand this behavior because this orphanage brought them too many memories that are not pleasant."
Amosta Speaking of the past, the topic was very abrupt, but Vitiya 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,
"My whole boyhood. It was a very good school where I spent time, the food was delicious, and I could have a peaceful sleep. So, as for you, Miss Hill, your growing environment must be much better than the following children."
Vetia 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 good as you think. It's so beautiful. ”
Amosta nodded slightly and did not speak any more.
The two people stood side by side, staring at the deepening night. Accompanying the silence was a kind of silence. It was unspeakably depressing.
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 thoughts. They and the staff quietly After cleaning up the messy restaurant, he returned to the room, hiding under the covers and laughing and discussing Brother Amosta and Miss Vitia on the rooftop.
The lights in the houses on both sides of the street came one after another. The lamps went out, and in the end, except for the dim yellow light emitted by the two rows of street lamps, everything was quiet.
"So, Miss Vitiya,"
When the bright moon is in the west, Ah. Mosta turned his head expressionlessly and spoke again,
"Can I ask your real name?"
"Vitiya"
An unsurprising smile appeared on the elegant lady's bright face. She lowered her eyes and whispered a little apologetically.
"Vitya Cliona, this is my real name. , Mr. Jin Viper"
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