Violet Eternal Garden Angel and Auto Memo Doll

Without continuing to think about it, Violet walked step by step towards the foot of the mountain, towards the wooden house, towards the end of the commission.

"Read people's emotions, write that sincere love on letter paper, even if you travel all over the world, it will come to you."

"This is the meaning of the automatic memory doll."

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In the wooden house, the old woman was boiling goat milk in the oven. The cold wind outside the window didn't seem to want to pity the old man at all. They squeezed into the house through the gap of the window, but the flame in the oven was a loyal guard. , they use heat to form a solid barrier that keeps the cold out of the house.

At this time, on the small road in the distance, a figure gradually emerged, wearing a Prussian blue jacket, a long white skirt, a pair of brown high heels, tied with a bright red ribbon, and a head of blond hair shining brightly under the sunlight glow.On the beautiful face, there are deep and beautiful eyes like sapphires, like a beautiful person who walked out of a fairy tale.

As the visitor came slowly, the sheep also stopped grazing, and all raised their heads to look at the puppet who came from afar. Violet was walking on the brilliant golden field, with the towering mountains behind her. Clouds, you can see the towering light blue snow-capped mountains in the distance, and the dolls walking in it seem like a beautiful picture.

"As long as the customer needs it, it can be reached anywhere."

With the knock on the door, there was a reassuring voice outside the door.

"I am the automatic note doll service."

"Violet Evergarden."

"Is the puppet coming?"

An old man's voice came from the house.

"Come in, please."

Violet slowly pushed open the wooden door. The door was so fragile that Violet didn't dare to use force for fear of accidentally tearing it down.This kind of gate can no longer play a protective role, but there is nothing valuable in this kind of house to covet.

"excuse me."

Gently closing the door, Violet saw an old woman sitting in front of her, wearing reading glasses, with kind eyes. She was heating goat milk and frying pies at the same time. There was no such thing in this environment. It's clean, there will always be some grass roots or tiny soil particles in the goat's milk, but it adds a bit of wilderness.

"Is this Mrs. Luis Alberia?"

Looking at such a beautiful doll, the old man couldn't help but said with a smile.

"Yes child, are you a doll from the CH Postal Company? The price of your company's dolls is really too expensive. I have seen a few dolls, and the most expensive one is even 150 Boolean. It seems to be called... Rose Auto Memo Doll."

Violet bowed slightly to the old man.

"Actually not. The most expensive doll in our company does not exist in the doll roster. Her commission price is two hundred booleans, and she cannot be named."

When the old man heard what Violet said, he couldn't help being a little curious.

"Can't be named?"

"Yes, all ghostwriting work is done according to her personal wishes. If she doesn't want to do it, no one can name her, even if she has paid all the fees."

"So mysterious..."

The old man smiled and handed Violet a glass of goat's milk. Violet noticed the grass seeds and some tiny soil particles in it, but Violet didn't care, because compared with the bitterness she had suffered, these Grass seeds are simply too insignificant.

Violet had just eaten a large pot of stewed meat, and she was already very full at this time, but seeing the woman's kind eyes, she still gulped down the goat's milk.

"I remember you were... Violet, right?"

"Yes, ma'am."

The old man handed Violet another scone and said with a smile.

"How do you compare with the puppet you just mentioned?"

Violet took small bites of the scones, which still had the unique mutton and milk flavor of mutton fat. After listening to the old man's question, Violet said.

"There is no comparison."

"If I am the light of the fireflies on the earth, then she is the light of the stars in the sky."

"You don't have to deny yourself like that."

"Do not......"

The old man tried to comfort Violet, but Violet just shook her head and said.

"I don't think...there is any difference between me and her...we are all automatic memory dolls, and we are all doing meaningful things in the journey of life. It's just , The distance between me and her is the earth and the starry sky, which seem to be within reach, but in fact, they are so far away."

It's really late today, and Violet has also walked a long mountain road, so there will be no ghostwriting work for the time being, and Violet can rest in the attic on the second floor for a day.

Violet noticed the air leaking windows and the precarious wooden door. She looked around and saw a wooden stake, so she picked up the wooden stake as a hammer and began to reinforce the door and windows.

"What do you want for dinner? I have some air-dried meat here, I can give you..."

"No ma'am, I'm already full."

Violet rubbed her belly, and continued to strengthen the doors and windows one by one. Looking at Violet squatting aside and busy, the old woman smiled gratifiedly.

"What a hardworking and beautiful little girl. When my son finishes his military service, you must meet him. He is a very handsome young man! Maybe you two will have something in common."

Seeing Violet earnestly repairing the doors and windows, her beautiful face was still sweating slightly, she looked exquisitely dressed in a big city, but she did not refuse the simple food here, and even volunteered as a carpenter to replace She reinforces windows and doors.Elder Louis seemed to really like this beautiful girl, and Violet had a good impression in her mind.

"It would be great if you could be my daughter-in-law..."

Hearing the other party's words, Violet just paused for a moment without refusing or negating. She knew that the old man's son had died in battle, and perhaps the pension had already been sent... Violet She didn't know this, but she didn't dare to tell the other party this cruel fact.

"Actually, I have someone I like."

Slowly tightening the doors and windows, Violet swung the wooden stake one after another. Because of the mechanical arm, her grip strength was extremely strong. Even if the grip force was uneven, it was still strong enough to pinch the wooden stake. hand.

"She also temporarily left my side."

Waving the stake in her hand, Violet watched the old man slowly drinking goat milk. There were always two chairs around the table. It seemed that she had been waiting for her son to return.

"We are all thinking and waiting for the person we want."

Violet said with a smile.

"I understand...your feelings very well."

write to the dead

As night fell, Violet slept in the attic on the second floor. Through the window, she could see the sky full of stars.

The stars in the sky are twinkling, as if they are blinking, and the silver moonlight is pouring down. In this late autumn season, it is a little cold.The firewood in the furnace was burning, emitting orange fire light, accompanied by the bright silver moonlight, shining on Violet.Here, you can see the autumn meadows and the white snow in the distance, which is really a beautiful scenery worthy of being called "hospitality".

Violet stretched out her hand, facing the stars in the sky, thinking of the person she missed in her heart, she slowly took out the notebook, and when she opened it, there was still a bookmark made of gardenia in it. There is no trace of moisture, but it still exudes a faint fragrance.

"Sir Etil..."

Violet slowly wrote down this experience, as well as her previous experience in the Land of Candy, in her notes. She wanted to write down all the journeys she had traveled before the eighteen jars of jam were eaten. What you have learned, you must tell Chief Etil well later.

"Fireflies, and stars..."

"Actually, there is no difference between the two..."

Violet wrote slowly, recalling and thinking in her heart.

There are countless stars in the sky, which is something that the earth cannot have, so the same thing is, where the stars are, naturally there is no gleam of fireflies.Violet knows that she is doing meaningful things, as long as her life is not against her will, then she can confidently puff her chest out, hold her head high, and move forward freely every day.

"There may be no difference between us, and there is no advantage or disadvantage... Yes, there is only distance..."

"What I have done, I have no shame in my heart, I am not afraid of the future, and I don't think about the past. In this way, even if I stand in front of Chief Etil, I will hold my head proudly."

"If you can, can you..."

"Praise...I will...down..."

Violet slowly fell asleep, this day she was too tired, she climbed over the snow mountain, stepped across the fields, repaired the doors and windows, now rewarding herself with a beautiful dream, it is simply the best for this day reward.

Just when Violet was falling asleep, a piece of pure white feather slowly fell on the side of her pillow, right next to Violet, as if she was accompanying Violet through the long night together .

The next day, as Violet gradually opened her sleepy eyes, she saw the feather on the side of the pillow. At this time, the sun in the sky had already glowed red from the other side of the mountain, reflecting on the snow-capped mountain. Dye the light blue mountains into a picturesque pink.

Violet heard a burst of sheep bleating, and the sheepdog drove the sheep out to graze. The small house has three or five sheep and two loyal dogs. Although it is poor, it is also comfortable, especially It is in such an artistic place, although economically poor, but spiritually, it is enough to be called a rich man.

"You woke up baby? Sit down, the pie is about to be baked."

Grandma Louis brought the hot goat's milk and pies made of air-dried meat to Violet, and brought a bowl of vegetable soup made from wild vegetables. It was obvious that this was the best Grandma could do. of hospitality.

"And grilled cheese."

Violet took a bite of the pie, she was not used to eating this kind of fatty mutton pie so early in the morning, she subconsciously took out the jam, spread it on the bread, dipped in goat milk eat.

"what is this?"

Grandma Louise looked at the small golden bottle in Violet's hand, and there was a scent in it that she had never smelled before. This kind of jam was a rare commodity for herdsmen. Violet spread the jam on the bread Go, share with Grandma Louise.

"If Chief Adele is here, she will definitely let me do this..."

Violet believed that her sharing must be the right choice. Grandma Louise put the bread covered in jam into her mouth, and there was a sweet and sour taste that she had never felt before. It was fresh and perfectly dissolved the fat of the lamb pie. greasy feeling.

"It's delicious, what is this?"

"This is called jam."

"It's so good... jam, I don't know if my son who is still in military service can eat it..."

Violet paused and said with a smile.

"It must be edible."

After the meal, accompanied by the cheerful bleating of the sheep and the wonderful rustling sound of the wind blowing the grass, Violet sat in front of Grandma Louise, slowly took off the gloves, revealing the mechanical arms inside, and then put the He rested his hands on the keycaps of the typewriter in front of him.

"your hands.....?"

"I lost my arm in the war."

Seeing Grandma Louise staring at her hands, Violet said.

"Please don't worry, these hands will not affect the efficiency of my ghostwriting."

Grandma Louise looked at Violet and asked suddenly.

"Hey, girl, may I ask which theater you served in?"

Violet thought for a while, now that she has been retired for so long, she shouldn't have any bad influence or destroy any secrets, so she said to Grandma Louise.

"Northern United Guard Army, referred to as the Northern United."

Hearing this, Grandma Louis said excitedly.

"My son, my son is also serving in that North...Northern coalition army!"

"You...have you met my son? His name is Nicarson Alberia"

"I......"

Violet fell into a brief silence before speaking.

"I haven't met Master Nicarson, maybe we belong to different troops."

"Then why, you retired first?"

Hearing Grandma Louise's question, Violet raised her hands and said.

"Because I was injured."

Violet slowly put her hand on the keycap of the typewriter, and said to Grandma Louise.

"Mrs. Lewis, please allow me to write for you."

This letter was written to the deceased. Violet knew about it, but she couldn't say it.In other words, when she had just retired, she might have said it a long time ago.

With a self-deprecating smile on the corner of her mouth, Violet's expression has not changed much, but sometimes, she will raise the corner of her mouth slightly. When the atmosphere is solemn, she must hide this depression in her heart and cannot show a trace of it. Sad emotions, this is the most suitable for a doll like her whose expression does not change obviously.

"To my beloved son...Nicasson Alberia..."

buried truth

My beloved child, Nicarson Alberia:

In this world, there are always too many farewells, too many longings, war separates you and me, spring, autumn, winter and summer, whenever I spend the long night alone, I will always think of the days when you were by my side.

As a mother, I can't restrain my endless thoughts on you, and I hope to turn the thoughts in my heart into letters, and one day, I can convey them to you.Although the sadness of parting is deep and the longing is bitter, I still firmly believe that one day you and I can overcome the cruel time and will meet again.

Over the past few years, I have stared at the distance where you are every day, hoping that one day, I can see you returning home.

Take care of yourself and come back healthy.

Love your mother, Luis Alberia.

After the letter was written, Violet took the letter and slowly read it to Grandma Louise, but at this time, the other party's face was already wet with tears.