Violet Eternal Garden Angel and Auto Memo Doll

When Violet sat down slowly, Rochester personally served her a plate of fried steak with a tangy aroma. The smell of thyme and garlic, mixed with the milky aroma of butter, was the most common and delicious way of making steak.

"Are you serving the puppet yourself?"

Proulx said arrogantly.

"That's outrageous, brother."

"You're dishonoring the family."

Rochester handed the knife to Violet, and said coldly.

"I invited her from a long distance. She should serve the Ice Princess. But here, she is not a puppet, but a guest."

"It's even more rude to treat distinguished guests like you, brother, with such an attitude?"

"you......!"

Just as the two of them were about to continue to compete, a childish voice came from the aisle in the distance. Although the voice was childish, what came from under their feet was the rhythmic clicking sound of high heels stepping on the ground .

"You guys are still facing each other today, brother."

At this time, a young girl in her prime was walking gracefully to the dining table. She was wearing an evening gown that didn't match her at all, and her gestures didn't match what she should look like at her age.Every word and deed is a lady's behavior beyond her age.

"You're five minutes late, sister."

When the girl approached, Violet was a little surprised. Her skin could almost be described as without any blood color. It was white, just like the dancing snow flying outside the window.

Yesenia

This girl is not only skin, her hair, eyelashes, every part of her body, except for those beautiful and crystal-clear eyes like jewels, everything is snow-white, just like the elves of the snow country, Or the snow goblin depicted in the book.

Noticing Violet's gaze, the girl just smiled, and Violet also realized that she was really offended by staring at her, so she quickly stood up and apologized to the girl.

"You don't have to feel guilty, it doesn't matter, basically everyone is like this when they see me for the first time."

The girl scratched her head and smiled playfully, but when she looked at Violet, her gaze was completely frozen.

"It turns out that there are really beautiful people who look like dolls in this world..."

Every part of Violet's body seemed to be perfect, as if all the beautiful things were concentrated on this person.

"Please allow me to introduce myself."

The girl bowed gracefully like an adult.

"My name is Yesenia von Campbell. I have always been born with albinism, but please rest assured that it is hereditary and cannot be passed on to others."

When Rochester saw his sister, his serious face just now burst into smiles. Hearing what Infinia said, he unbuttoned his collar a little, revealing the white spots hidden on the skin under the clothes .

"People in our family all have such white skin, but no one is like Yesenia, it almost spreads all over the body."

"Please don't take offense, Miss Violet."

Violet slowly came in front of Yesenia, raised her skirt slightly, and returned a perfect curtsy to her.

"As long as the customer is interested, they can arrive anywhere. I am the automatic note doll service, Violet Evergarden."

"Miss, you are beautiful, please forgive me for being rude to you just now."

Yesenia sat on the chair in front of the table, looked at Violet, and slowly showed a smile on her expression.

"Are you the automatic memory doll that my brother found?"

"I thought you would think I was weird when you saw me."

Seeing Yesenia's smile, Rochester's tone also became milder.

"My sister always has a poker face when eating. Today she smiles so sweetly. I can see that she must like you very much."

"You are so charming, Violet."

Violet picked up the knife and fork slowly, she didn't want to stay here too long, she didn't like this kind of hypocritical dinner.In her eyes, whether Rochester or others, at this dinner party, everyone wore masks, hidden in the shadow of illusion, and pretended to be a perfect appearance in others' hearts.

Violet's eating movements, whether it's the tasting of red wine, or any place related to table manners, can't find any flaws. Even Yesenia can't be as good as Violet. It shocked Proulx, who looked down on this plainly dressed doll. Of course, all of this was due to Lucia.

In fact, Lucia's manor, the horse farm, and the place where Violet stayed for a long time are completely better than the Campbell family, but Violet can tell that the people here are full of pride and have a strong hierarchy Notion, she didn't like the feeling.

After dinner, Violet returned to her room. At this moment, the door was blocked by a pair of small hands. Yesenia quietly squeezed into Violet's room. When she came in, she was obviously still young. A long sigh of relief.

"Sorry, sorry."

After finishing speaking, Yesenia took off her high heels and put them aside, and stepped barefoot on the luxurious carpet, while Violet sat in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, the dim light shone on her body, and the window behind her , that is, the dancing ice and snow.

"What do you want, Miss Yesenia?"

"Don't worry about me, Miss Violet, I just want to relax. Because maids won't enter guests' rooms without authorization."

Yesenia's so-called relaxation was nothing more than not wearing shoes in the house. Her words and deeds still maintained that kind of nobility and maturity that obviously did not match her age.

"You're different from all the puppets I've ever seen."

"When they see my brother, most of them will agree and obey."

After listening to Yesenia's words, Violet seemed to understand the reason why Eddie would rather let her hand over the angel doll than go to Lucia's manor to study. She had expected these situations a long time ago. This learning experience allowed Violet to maintain her own posture in front of anyone.

Silently thanking her chief in her heart, Violet walked slowly in front of Yesenia. The girl in front of her was thirteen or fourteen years old, she was covered in snow, she really looked like that beautiful snow girl. Goblin like.

"I only take orders from one person."

"Eh~? Who is it~"

Yesenia seemed to have opened up the conversation, sat on the bed, and slowly relaxed, her feet dangling back and forth.

"I thought you were a free bird."

"Or it can be said that it is a soul without worries."

Violet stood up, and quietly took her suitcase next to Yesenia. In that box, there was a twenty-shot gun hidden.Letting such a young child see weapons must have a bad influence.

"She's my officer."

"I spent four years of my life with her."

"This period of time is beautiful and short."

Yesenia asked curiously.

"Sir, is that why you take orders from her?"

"No, miss, that's not an order."

"That was never an order."

Born in such a family, when Violet first came here, she felt depressed and suffocated, and this girl has lived here for so many years, Violet felt a little sad for her.This kind of superior living conditions has been exchanged for confinement, camouflage and masks.

"I heard that your automatic memo dolls are ghostwriters who write any letters for others."

"And you also said in person that you can go anywhere for ghostwriting."

"Okay, can you tell me about the scenery you saw?"

Yesenia looked at Violet expectantly, and her tone became agitated.

"If it weren't for this sick body and the family rules."

"I really want to see this huge world..."

Unjust God

"A long time ago, in that distant kingdom of ice and snow... there was a snow goblin hiding in the mountains..."

It was late at night, and Violet was quietly reading a book of fairy tales, while Yesenia was sleeping soundly on Violet's bed.They chatted a lot tonight, most of which were Violet's experiences, adventures, and all kinds of people she met during her travels.

Horse races, weddings, churches, water towns, fairy forests and scripts ghostwritten by famous playwrights...

Every story is a beautiful life experience. There may be sadness and confusion during this period, but these emotions form a complete story.People will not always be happy and happy. Most of the time, they will be accompanied by suffering...but these pains, on the contrary, set off those beautiful things even more.

"In the end, everyone got together and lived a happy, fulfilling life."

After reading this, Violet slowly closed the book, Yesenia was already sound asleep, and all Violet could hear in her ears were the howling north wind and the sound of falling snow. .

Sand.....Sand.....Sand...

This is the sound of winter, the sound of every snowflake falling on the pure white carpet.

Violet sat on the bench and used her coat as a blanket to cover her legs. She met many people, and they all had their own different lives. Yesenia, she was not a lucky one. Her whole life has been spent in the struggle with the disease.Of course, besides that, there are those two feisty and hypocritical elder brothers.

Violet doesn't have a good impression of the Campbell family.

"I seem to...remember my past..."

In Violet's past, she completed all the tasks in order after order. This is her life. If she hadn't met Adele, maybe she would only become a drained woman in the end. Lost all tools of value, discarded, buried...

"I miss you so much....."

"I miss you so much..."

"You asked me to be strong, I did it, you asked me to grow, I did it...I can't live without you...."

Even for Adele, Violet is still used to using honorifics, but at least she won't use them all the time.The meaning of this honorific is not alienation, but a kind of respect from the deepest heart. Aidier is her mentor, her friend, her lover...you can even say that she is her mother... ...

Violet didn't tell Yesenia about Adele, she was selfish in her heart, and she hoped that the fewer people who knew about Adele, the better.

She doesn't want to share her chief with others, and she doesn't want some bad people to know her and do bad things to her.

This is a selfishness called protection.

"We...will meet eventually...but when will it be?"

In the days without you, even this beautiful snow scene will not feel half nostalgic, because the scenery enjoyed with you is complete and unique.

"I sincerely... want to tell you...."

"I love you......"

With a murmur, Violet slowly fell asleep, and at this moment, the stars in the sky were twinkling, like pairs of beautiful eyes, quietly watching... .Looking at this doll with longing and deep love.

In the early morning of the next day, a slight noise came from the gate. Violet was very light in sleep. This small sound, which was hardly noticed, was enough to wake Violet up.

"Who!"

The maid standing at the door was trembling, her legs were trembling uncontrollably, because the look in Violet's eyes at this moment was indeed a little scary.Since Adele left, she has never let down her vigilance, and it is the same for anyone.

"Second Young Master...because I couldn't find Miss Yesenia...so I ordered me to look for...I'm really sorry to disturb your rest."

The maid bowed deeply to Violet, and Yesenia slowly woke up from her sleep.

"Why... I slept here."

Rubbing her sleepy eyes, the girl's eyes were moist and reflected the crystal light.

"It's really rude to let the distinguished guest sleep on the sofa."

"I'm really, really sorry."

It's that mature etiquette that doesn't match his age at all.In Violet's impression, a girl as old as Yesenia should be full of curiosity about this world, should be exploring all the time, running and jumping happily, existing unrestrained.But this girl fell under the false mask, just like herself.

Yesenia, is a girl who is the same as her past.

At her age, Violet is also trapped in the shackles of orders and the army, sinking... So seeing Yesenia, Violet has a little empathy in her heart.But God is unfair, Yesenia does not have a healthy body that can go to any other party like herself, and she has not met her own "Chief Etil".

"God is not fair."

"He can't see all the world."

"It's like what Etil often said, to the soldiers and the people who are full of expectations."

"Angels can't save everyone."

Violet's mood gradually became brighter, and seeing Yesenia's leaving back, she no longer entangled in other people's lives.Although God gave her a fragile body, being born in such a place where there is no need to worry about food and clothing and enough wealth to spend a lifetime is some compensation for this girl.

"Please have breakfast, Miss Violet."

Even if it was breakfast, it was still the three of them together, and it was still that hypocritical banquet that hid itself under a gorgeous mask... ridiculous banquet.

Even the breakfast is rich to the extreme. There are more than a dozen different origins and types of coffee alone, and dozens of coffee pots are placed there neatly.

Violet noticed that the master of the table has never been a human being, whether it is Rochester or Proulx, they all sit at the second seat, and the master will always be on the table every time he eats. A set of cutlery.

"That's where the big brother is."

Seemingly seeing Violet's doubts, Rochester said slowly.

"He was on the battlefield, sacrificed..."