Violet Eternal Garden Angel and Auto Memo Doll

Violet kissed the other party's head affectionately, and said softly.

"Hope to have me in your dreams..."

christmas story

"Violet, do you know Christmas?"

Etil stayed in the post office for two months. Although there is nothing particularly worth remembering, it is ordinary, and he often goes in and out of the kitchen, the ghostwriter, and the market. Worked as a postman, delivering letters for Kil Beirut and Benedict.

Although it was plain, Violet cherished this time very much, she held it firmly in her hand like a treasure, and time passed slowly, if she knew that Adele would definitely leave, it would be better to live in the present and enjoy the present.

This is what Violet thinks, before Adele leaves and starts a new journey, spend this time well, and then try to enrich and enrich herself, so that she can truly serve Ai Dier. Teal sheltered from the weather.

This morning, Violet woke up early on purpose, she didn't continue to be tired of the other party's tenderness, but slipped into the kitchen quietly, trying to cook something for Adele.

Sometimes, something complicated and ceremonial is necessary. Violet has been thinking about it for a long time in the kitchen. She originally wanted to make a good filet mignon with roasted potatoes in butter, spinach and red wine, but in the end, She decided not to do these things, because she believed that Chief Etil would not like it.

"Just getting up in the morning is the time when I have the worst appetite..."

"So......"

Violet boiled the pot of water, took out the waken dough, and rolled out the noodles with uniform thickness one by one.Violet added spinach juice to the noodles this time, and the cooked noodles were green and beautiful. This is what she learned from Adele, because she likes to use these natural dyes very much.

The green noodles look like spring grass in a bowl.Violet cooked a pot of clear soup with tomatoes, put some wakame and perilla leaves, and finally cooked a perfect soft-boiled egg with white vinegar and water.

A bowl of light hot noodle soup is the best comfort for winter, and Violet believes that Chief Adele will definitely like this bowl of noodles.

"Mr. Etil...do you think it's delicious?"

Looking at Adele who was constantly chomping on the noodles, although she had already given the answer with her own actions, Violet still asked. Perhaps she was waiting for the other party's compliment.

"Delicious... very delicious."

Adele picked up the bowl unceremoniously, and drank the soup inside, but when she saw a little reddish tomato remaining on the bottom of the clean white bowl, Adele said to Valli Te said.

"Violet, although I said that I want to spend Christmas with you here, do you know what Christmas is?"

Violet recalled that in the army, the soldiers looked forward to Christmas the most, either because it had any special events or the war would stop on this day, or because at Christmas time, the cafeteria would add two meat dishes. .Now if I really ask her about the Christmas story, she really can't answer it.

"Christmas for me is...fried chicken and lunch meat stew."

Violet was right, fried chicken and luncheon meat were all her Christmas memories.

Adele looked at the sky and said to Violet.

"Actually, Christmas has something to do with me...it can be regarded as...my holiday."

As soon as she heard that it was a festival related to Chief Adele, Violet immediately became interested, but Adele didn't intend to tell her too much.

"Christmas is about warming bonfires, a tree full of lights, a delicious meal, and ... exchanging presents."

"That day was also the day the angel was born."

Adele said to Violet.

"Actually, on Christmas Day, the first angel came to the world and brought countless gifts for lonely, war-baptized, homeless children."

"These gifts entrust the good wishes of the angels, as well as the expectations and blessings for the future. So after that, the custom of giving gifts at Christmas has been handed down. As the years go by, this story has spread many times. One version, the most popular and universal one now, is an old man with a white beard in a red dress. So, red and white are the colors of Christmas.”

Violet looked at her officer, she asked curiously.

"Then... now, will there be angels sending gifts?"

"Yes, Violet."

Putting the bowl aside, Adele said to Violet.

"In the past Christmas, we also followed our own traditions, and angels would come down to bring good wishes and gifts to the children, but our ability is limited, so although the tradition is here, there are some things we can't do. "

Etil looked at his mechanical arm and murmured.

"And now, children are looking forward to Santa Claus more than expecting a gift from an unknown woman. We may show up in the past, but now, most of us will put down the presents and leave quietly. What we give, It will also be regarded as the kindness shown by a caring person."

Violet looked at her chief, it turned out that this festival is the festival of angels, and angels will prepare their own gifts for the suffering people, what a meaningful festival that is.

"Unfortunately, the angels are basically dead, and you know how they died."

"Now, I am alone, my sister... I don't know them... Even so, I still have to follow this tradition, it's like you need to be an automatic memory doll Follow the same rules, which are the rules of our angels."

Eddie said slowly.

"There are two orphanages in Leiden... there are children who were displaced by the war... Many times, letters can indeed express unspeakable emotions, but for those children As far as they are concerned, they have no one to write letters to, no matter how much emotion they entrust, there will be nowhere to send them..."

As his eyes became firmer, Etil's tone became serious, but also with a bit of pleading.

"Violet, can you help me...?"

Facing her officer, Violet immediately stood at attention and saluted!

"It will... as you wish!"

children in the orphanage

Children at the Lisbell Orphanage in central Leiden wear ill-fitting, patched clothing.These were donated by caring people, but most of them were looted from some unoccupied houses.

The owners of those houses had probably fled far away from Leiden, and were more likely dead.Dust accumulated in the house, rats and termites eroded the walls and furniture. In the end, no one came back, and these things were taken away and donated to the orphanage. The house will be temporarily kept for three to five years, and then it will be auctioned off.

How can the clothes donated by the adults fit on the children, so most of them wear clothes that are pieced together from pieces of cut fabric.Lisbell is considered to be an orphanage with relatively good conditions. The principal and some teachers who volunteered to come here to do volunteer work will bring the children to the street to sing every day. The immature chorus of the children will give them some coins, food.

The war is over, a lot of waste is waiting to be done, and people are struggling in poverty. Few people have the compassion to give. By auctioning the house and some things left by the parents of the orphan, Liz Bell was already considered the least difficult of the two orphanages.

Still, starvation is a taste of what can happen, and potato soup is eaten here day after day, as if that's the only thing the chef can cook.But in fact, it is also very difficult to cook, because potatoes are the cheapest and easiest food to fill their stomachs, so the daily meal here is only potato soup. The children are looking forward to this winter Christmas almost every day. Because in some festivals, someone is likely to donate some delicious food, such as barbecue, or fresh fruit.

"Hey, Cecilia Laberti, what do you think is going to be good for Christmas this year?"

The children queuing up to get their potato soup were whispering, mostly about Christmas food.

A gray-haired girl in the crowd heard the question, but her immature voice was full of maturity that did not match her age. Her slightly gray hair looked very dry, like withered grass that had lost its color. I don't know if it was caused by malnutrition. , or by nature.

"I don't have too many expectations, and neither do you, Luna Belinia."

"Please, this is the first Christmas after the war~!"

The girl named Luna seemed to be unable to hide her excitement, and jumped up and down to get her share of potato soup, while Cecilia who followed was surprisingly calm.

"The war isn't over yet, Luna."

"As long as the hostile country does not sign the surrender and all kinds of restrictive treaties, then the war is far from over..."

Cecilia looked at the potato soup in front of her and said to Luna.

"If there's anything good to eat at Christmas, it's oranges."

"Even one petal is fine..."

Wherever the war goes, there is no mercy, and the children are innocent, but they have to pay the price for the old guys who started the war, the sacrifice, and the war.Perhaps they could have had a happy childhood, grow up healthily, and live as they expected in the future...

The fire of a war burned all of this.All that was left was a dark life and no hope for the future.

At this time in the CH post office, Adele was reading some fairy tales on the bed, while Violet was flipping through a cooking book. This seemed to be a way for the two of them to spend their time. Sprinkled down, it adds some noble colors to the house. Although the house is simple, it is still peaceful and happy.

"Valkyrie... Brunhilde...."

Adele's words broke the tranquility. She flipped through the book page by page, as if she was concentrating on the content inside.

"Angels in War..."

Aidier flipped through the fairy tales, and she seemed to know who was written in them.

"Is this another name for you? It sounds nice. I think back then you were willing to launch an expedition for love, to conquer everything for the one you love, and then fell into hell and suffered all hell's karma and thorns."

Violet heard Adele muttering there, and she was too embarrassed to intervene, because she didn't know what Adele was talking about, so she could only choose to remain silent.

"Chief Etil, do you have any plans for the future?"

Violet felt that she still couldn't sit on the sidelines in silence all the time, so she tried to find some topics to talk about.

"In the future...you don't need to have too many plans, because who knows what will happen in the future."

"No matter how perfect the plan is, there will still be some sudden changes, so don't always live your life in one plan after another, how hard it is..."

Violet didn't quite appreciate Adele's point of view at the beginning, because in the army, when and what to do are meticulously planned, including what to do in the future, you must follow orders, This kind of emotion has been affecting her subtly, but now she is no longer a soldier, and there are indeed many things that are not done according to the plan.

For example... Chief Adele returned to her side and spent such a beautiful festival with her, how could this be planned in advance?

"I agree with you, Mr. Attil..."

Adele closed the book and said to Violet.

"Violet, help me write a letter from Olli Vanden to the candy suppliers you are familiar with, and ask them to send some candies by mail."

"Let's just use candy as a present."

After Adele finished speaking, she went to prepare lunch, and said to Violet before leaving.

"Don't ask the other party to tell you the price, you can buy it according to the price, and you must know how to counter-offer, understand?"

"We are not rich... We also have our own lives. Now that the impact of the war is so great, we have to think about the future, understand?"

Adele stretched out her finger, and listed some of her thoughts to Violet one by one.

"Look, we need to have our own house, right...if we get married in the future...after that..."

Violet didn't listen to the other words in her mind. When she heard the word "marriage", although her expression didn't change much, her face was stained with a red glow.

"Yes, sir!!!!"

playwrights gift

In the past, many people had a question, that is, will anyone remember the journey of the automatic memory doll?

Travel across thousands of rivers and mountains, come to the client, write that letter, leave that touch, but can this kind of emotion really beat time?

This question has an answer today.

"Hi, your mail has arrived!"

"The sending address is Roswell, and the addressee is... Violet Evergarden, please sign it!"

Violet came out of the kitchen. Standing in the light, she seemed to be synonymous with perfection. Her appearance at this time was the best interpretation of the word beauty.Looking at this beautiful person who seemed to come out of a fairy tale, the postman blushed a little and turned his head away.At this time, Violet's whole body was perfect, the only thing that felt a little out of place was the chef's apron she was wearing.

"Thank you for your hard work."

After Violet signed, the postman delivered another letter, and then ran to the next delivery location.

"Roswell..."

Violet looked at the letter, and she thought of the screenwriter named Oscar.

"I don't know if he is okay now? Has he come out of the haze?"

In addition to ghostwriting work, Violet took the kitchen as her own on the grounds of practicing her cooking skills. Adele wanted to help, but she refused for some reason.

"Sir, I will leave here sooner or later. I can't do anything, and I need your help."

"From now until you leave, I will be responsible for all your food and daily life."

At this time, Adele was sitting in the room, with no ghostwriting job, no kitchen job, or any job. She looked at the angel doll next to her, the product born from her as the prototype, two people, one big and one small. Watching, Etil kept complaining to the angel doll.

"Okay, now I have nothing to do."

"Tell me, will Violet blow up the kitchen?"

The angel doll didn't respond. Adele opened the book boringly, then closed it, opened the book, and closed it again.The food for the winter has been stockpiled, the room has been cleaned, and the ghostwriter has no place of his own. How about having a drink with the president?After that sip of wine, I'm afraid it will be another day of drunkenness.

"What kind of situation do you think I am in now?"

Adele glanced at the angel doll from time to time, and the doll's eyes were made very real, and the line of sight would not change at all. After being looked at for a long time, it was like being stared at his own soul by the other party.

"Oh~ I probably understand."

Eddie clapped his hands together in a sudden realization!

"mascot!!!!"

At this time, Violet opened the package for herself, and there was a booklet and a letter inside.

"This is......?"

Slowly opening the envelope, Violet looked at the contents of the letter, a smile gradually appeared on the corner of her mouth.

To the esteemed automatic note dolls: Violet Evergarden, and the mysterious Miss Gardenia.