Violet Eternal Garden Angel and Auto Memo Doll

"Relax, Violet."

Hawkins stroked Violet's head like an old father looking at his emotionally frustrated daughter.

"She has the right to love another person, and she has the right to forgive you, but all you have to do is stand up and keep going."

"It's a long road in life. If you stand still, you will miss Adele forever. But if you stand up and keep walking, maybe in some bright future, you will meet again."

"At that time, you have to let her see your changes, a real, outstanding, and worthy of your name."

After Hawkins finished speaking, he handed the entrustment letter to Violet and said.

"The entrusted task this time is not very far from Leiden. It is a woman named Louise, and the person she entrusted named."

"This time, I will entrust this task to you. You have traveled far away many times. This time, let's get closer to home, so you can come back sooner."

"Christmas at our post office, I don't want any puppet to miss it."

Violet nodded, and naturally accepted the commission, but just as she was about to leave, Hawkins stopped her.

"But... there is one thing."

"Louis is already an old man in his 60s, and his memory has declined a lot. Maybe...she may not even remember the commission she sent..."

Hawkins sighed.

"The content of the nomination this time is for you to write to her son who once went to the battlefield..."

After hearing Hawkins' words, Violet froze for a moment.

"But the war is over."

Hawkins lit his cigarette and took a deep breath.

"Yes, the war is over."

"But she doesn't think so, and she doesn't remember."

"She always believes that the war is not over yet. She always believes that her son is still in the camp. She has been insisting on sending letters to her son, so she often sends entrustments, even though..."

Hawkins sighed.

"Even if no one ever writes back to her."

"Her son has already been sacrificed..."

Hearing this cruel fact, Violet felt the weight of the named letter in her hand, and she silently looked at the named letter and the address on it.

"If it's difficult, I can send it to other dolls, or...you can write a letter to her son in the military camp as if it were real."

"It's a good thing to do this..."

"At least forget it, so you don't have to face that cruel reality anymore."

Violet looked at the letter and said slowly to Hawkins.

"But forget...is that really what she wants?"

Hawkins was obviously taken aback when he heard these words. At this time, Violet had already packed her things quickly and set off.

"People who are dependent on others often have to suffer alone when they are hurt."

Violet clenched her fists tightly.

"Mr. Etil, how much pain has he endured alone?"

"She can obviously be one, free like a bird, loving like a god, like gardenias blooming all over the mountains..."

"And what I'm doing now."

"Just a plate of mango salad."

"What a damn sense of powerlessness..."

Violet is carrying a suitcase, looking ahead, accompanied by the cool autumn wind, the fallen leaves are dancing in the air for her to practice, the sound of the dry leaves under her feet seems to be the melody of autumn alone , the bright red headband on the long golden hair is slowly dancing with the wind.

Violet's journey begins again, this time she is no longer to know love, no longer to understand love.This time the journey is still for love, for the pursuit of love, for that redemption.

With this sad memory, Violet embarks on the path prepared for her in autumn. During this journey called love, she looks for the lost, beloved, free angel in the past.

I am looking at you

"This entrustment is ultimately a tragedy."

"War will not pity you because of age or kindness. In fact, it tortures all relatives of the victims and soldiers who fought bloody battles equally. Whether it is civilians or princes and nobles."

Violet was walking on the path in the forest, the surrounding flowers and plants were all covered with frost flowers, and they all lowered their heads listlessly, like people who are dying of old age.For some flowers and plants, the three seasons are their short life, and the frost flowers spreading on the plants are like the gray hair and beard of the old man.The chipmunks are running around the forest with acorns in their arms, enduring hunger, hoarding food for the winter for themselves, for a few acorns, there will be some quarrels and disputes among them, the squeaking sound , as if venting their anger and dissatisfaction with the other party.

Any life has its way of life. Those grass leaves that can only survive for three seasons do not feel that their life is long and short. Wonderful and comfortable, perhaps for human beings, these lives are short-lived, and human beings for trees... like the toon wood can last for thousands of years, with 3000 years as a season, so people think about the big tree In other words, it was just a flash in the pan.

Feeling the variety of creatures around her, it can't be said that it is thriving, everyone is living in their own way, Violet walked slowly, and suddenly saw a piece of green on the golden carpet that looked out of place among the dead leaves , Violet leaned forward, and saw a gardenia was slowly growing new buds, and the surrounding plants were slowly turning yellow according to natural laws, repeating itself again and again, but it was like a stubborn child, still maintaining its green color. Full of meaning, evergreen itself.

"Gardenias are green all year round..."

Violet gently stroked the leaves of the gardenia. Although there were no buds growing, the dark green leaves seemed to be still in spring.

Looking at the stubbornly growing gardenia, Violet actually stopped her ghostwriting and sat silently in front of the gardenia. The sun was rising and Violet seemed to have forgotten the time, so she sat quietly. Looking at the flowers and leaves in front of the gardenia, everything is quiet, as if she can observe the growth speed of the gardenia.

"Gardenias are not the same as violets..."

"It doesn't have a compelling story..."

"There are no flowers that can compete with each other..."

"Everything seems ordinary, but they are still growing hard and living stubbornly."

It is said that in the heavens, the god in charge of love and beauty, when her lover traveled far away due to war, she was reluctant to part with her and was distraught. A beautiful purple flower, this is the violet.

"Officer Etil's surname...is the same as Gardenia, Gardenia..."

"The flower language of gardenia is the same as that of violet, which is eternal love, but violet refers to beauty, while gardenia refers to strength."

Violet sat on the ground, and slowly took out the bread and jam she bought in the morning from the suitcase. This time the jam was golden yellow, which was very suitable for this season. She slowly opened the jar, and there were some big ones inside. A piece of yellow peach pulp and some black seed-like things. Violet didn't know what these seeds were, so she picked one up slowly and found that the seed was covered with a layer of light yellow translucent pulp, which was covered with With a peculiar strong fragrance.

Violet tried to put the pulp into her mouth, and after careful taste, a strong sour taste hit the depths of her taste buds, followed by a wonderful sweetness and an incomparably fresh fragrance.

"Exotic fruit..."

In fact, this is passion fruit. Violet doesn't know the name of this fruit or what it looked like when it was whole.She tried to spread the jam on the bread. With one bite, the sweetness of the yellow peaches neutralized the sourness of the passion fruit. The sweet and sour taste reached a wonderful balance. Violet also ate lemon peel The special fragrance, and a smell of corn.

Looking carefully, it turns out that there is still a small amount of corn germ in the jam. Every jar of jam is different, and each jar has a surprise to look forward to.

Violet lay relaxed among the golden fallen leaves all over the ground, holding the cap of the jam bottle in her hand, the sunlight in the sky was a bit dazzling, Violet slowly picked up the bottle cap to cover her eyes, wanting to Cut off the dazzling golden light.

"Um.....?"

It was only then that Violet noticed that there seemed to be a line of small characters on the bottom of the bottle cap. Looking carefully, the words written under the bottle cap slowly appeared in front of her eyes.

"Ghostwriting...to be smooth..."

"Don't forget... eat well..."

Violet was stunned for the short two lines of words, and immediately took out the empty can that she ate up before. Similarly, there were two lines of small words on it.

"Be nice to yourself...just relax while you're eating jam."

"Just at this time, don't think about any troubles."

Violet carefully put away the bottle, and Adele's good letter gave her strength. She stood up slowly, and her steps seemed to speed up.

"That's right...as long as Chief Etil is still around, there will be no difficulties that cannot be overcome!"

Violet walked forward with firm steps, and just above a cloud above her head, Adele sat there, looking at the little figure walking alone in the forest below.

From her perspective now, Violet is as big as a grain of rice, but that figure, and the bond they only saw, even if Violet is standing in the sea of ​​people, Eddie You can see her exactly as well.

"Hmph... Violet, you..."

"It's only now that I realize that I'm really a dull child."

Adele swings his feet freely in the clouds, watching the little "rice" moving forward in a straight line at a uniform speed.

"I just came here to make sure that Violet is not in the center of Leiden, so that I can swagger down and have a big meal."

Adele stared straight at Violet's small figure, and said to herself silently in her heart.

And she was repeating this sentence in her heart two hours ago.

snow mountain

Violet was walking on the tree-lined path, and as the forest slowly moved behind her, a road paved with stones gradually began to appear under her feet.This is a place not very far from Leiden, but it does not border Leiden. There is a towering mountain between the entrusted site and the bustling city of Leiden.

But this mountain must be crossed for the automatic note doll, no matter how many difficulties there are, it must be done, because the automatic note doll is an existence that can be reached anywhere as long as the customer needs it.

Violet put on a padded coat and started to walk towards the top of the mountain along the stone path. The wind on the mountain was completely different from the autumn wind at the foot of the mountain. body.

Against the wind, the slender figure walked towards the top of the mountain step by step.

After a few hours, Violet stood on the top of the mountain. At this moment, Leiden seemed to have become very small. The buildings were like small building blocks. Only the clock tower that symbolized the Leiden logo remained. It is so obvious that it can be found in thousands of houses at a glance.

Violet sat down slowly, and stretched out her hand towards the sky. It seemed that this place was closer to the clouds, and also closer to Chief Adele.

"Sir Adele...are you on the cloud?"

Stretching her hand high into the sky, Violet really felt as if she could touch the clouds in the sky.

"Um.....?"

I don't know why, the air on the high mountain was originally fresh, but at this moment there was a smell of meat. Violet followed the smell to search for it. At some point, a pot was placed not far from her, and there was still a fire underneath it. .The area around the top of the mountain was bare, and there was even a small amount of snow, but there was only Violet's footprint on the snow, and there was no second person's footprint at all, and there was no firewood burning under the pot here either.

This pot of stew seems to have been flown to the top of the mountain.

On the iron lid of the stewing pot, there is a gardenia flower, with two crisp leaves attached to it, as if it has just bloomed, still exuding its own fragrance.And right next to the flower, there was a small envelope with no paint on it, and the letter was just open.

"Etil...sir?"

Violet was sitting by the side of the stew pot, the flames below completely isolated the cold from this small space, as she slowly opened the pot lid, there was a pot full of fragrant beef inside, just as the pot lid was opened In an instant, the aroma overflowed instantly, completely covering the smell of green grass on the top of the mountain and the smell of white snow.In addition, there are onions and carrots inside, the bright red color forms a beautiful embellishment in the pot, and onions are the best companions for beef.

As she slowly opened the letter, Violet read the contents on it. There was only a short line of words on it, without a signature. It was a handwritten letter, but the contents of the letter no longer required a signature.

"You can't climb a mountain if you're hungry..."

"If you want to complete the work of ghostwriting perfectly, taking care of yourself is the most important prerequisite."

Violet wiped it lightly with her hand, and the ink stains on it seemed to have not been completely dried, and the fresh notes seemed to be written just before she climbed to the top of the mountain.

After carefully putting away the gardenia, Violet looked up at the sky and waved her hands vigorously towards the clouds in the sky. She believed that the person she loved must be looking at her, it must be!

She was looking at herself from beginning to end!

Yes, who else can put a pot of stew here except Aidier?What she used to say most often was to eat well, which was also what she valued the most. It seemed that she only ate a little bread with jam for the two meals, which caused the other party's dissatisfaction.

Violet took out the camping knife she carried with her, slowly stabbed a piece of meat into her mouth, then picked up the pot, completely ignoring the hot temperature inside, chewed the meat, and drank a mouthful of broth.

"Familiar taste...is this taste..."

The hot soup dispelled all the cold in an instant, and even the feet that were frozen stiff in the boots were slowly warmed by the broth at this moment.Tears gradually overflowed from her eyes, Violet remembered this smell, this is the smell of Eddie's cooking.

This is the taste she has eaten countless times.

"Finally I can taste this taste again..."

"finally......."

Violet wiped her tears, looked at the sky from time to time, looked at the edge of each cloud, unwilling to let go of any details, how she wished to see a white figure, but no matter how she looked, even the wind Her eyes were blown dry and she shed tears, but she never saw the person she wanted to see...the angel of freedom.

"Sir Etil..."

Violet put the letter in the innermost compartment of the suitcase, and put it and the jam away carefully. Violet took the bread, just the beef and the fragrant broth, accompanied by the wind, frost, rain and snow on the top of the mountain. With the swaying orange-red flame, Violet ate everything in big gulps. After she was full, she raised the empty pot and waved it to the sky, as if she was talking to her officer. Show off how perfect your tasks are.

"I finished eating well!"

After eating the delicious stew, Violet felt warm all over her body. From the top of the mountain, she could see the majestic snow-capped mountains in the distance, but after crossing the mountain, there was a golden grassland at the foot of the mountain. .

Just at the foot of the mountain is the place where Violet ghostwritten. Standing here, looking from a distance, Violet can see a small two-story wooden house at the foot of the mountain, and the wooden house next to it. The three or five shepherds are leisurely gnawing on the withered grass in autumn.

That's where she ghostwrites.

"As long as Chief Etil is still looking at me..."

"There's nothing I can't do!"

Violet stepped forward fiercely, and at that moment, Violet even had an urge to jump off the mountain.

"If I just fall like this, Chief Etil, will you spread your wings and catch me?"