Violet Eternal Garden Angel and Auto Memo Doll

"You are the child, I am the mother."

At this time, the sound from far to near on the distant hillside attracted her attention. The girl looked around and saw a woman pushing a wheelchair. On the wheelchair was a figure as white as snow, like a huge like a doll,

A figure pushing a wheelchair, wearing a Prussian blue jacket, with long golden hair glowing with a warm orange-yellow light under the washing of the sun, the bright red hairband is particularly conspicuous, matched with a white dress, and a beautiful face, just like a It's like being kissed by an angel, it's so beautiful, it's so beautiful that it's unreal.

"Mommy mommy!"

The girl ran into the house rolling and crawling.

"Puppet, a puppet is coming! A living puppet! Very beautiful!"

The woman sat on the bed, looking a little thin, obviously sick, she smiled and stroked the girl's little head, and said to her.

"That one is called a ghostwriter, a puppet invited by my mother to write letters for me."

"But...but...!"

The girl said in a childish voice.

"But dolls, there are two of them!"

After hearing this, the woman looked at the maid standing at the door with doubts, and the maid also said that she didn't know what was going on.

"Two...dolls...?"

incurable disease

"Thank you for coming from afar, Ms. Automatic Note Puppet."

"It's really a great honor for you to accept my commission."

The child in the red dress hid behind her mother. Violet looked at the young woman in front of her, slowly pulled up her skirt, and bowed to the client.

"As long as the customer needs it, I can reach it anywhere. I am the automatic note doll service..."

"Violet Evergarden."

The woman looked at the wheelchair in front of Violet, and there was a doll-like girl sitting on it, motionless, her skin was very white, even a little abnormal, her hair and clothes were all white, and she looked sick , the body is very thin, like a flower that has experienced a storm.

A childish voice came.

"Is this sister sitting on the chair a doll?"

Adele slowly opened her eyes, her white pupils were very unique, this rare hair color and pupil color gave her a childish look as if she came out of a fairy tale.

"Wow~"

The little girl's words are always childish, she pointed to Aidier and said happily.

"Hey! You must be a fairy tale character from a book, right? You are so beautiful. Come on, come and play with me!"

The woman waved her hands, brought two cups of steaming black tea with a smile, took off her gloves, added sugar cubes to them, and handed them to the two of them herself. Cut the fruit for the two of them.

Etil looked at the little girl in front of him, then at her mother, and then said.

"Go, Violet, I'll take care of the baby."

The child's excited eyes released stars, and she happily grabbed Adele's hand and said happily to her mother.

"Mom, mom! The doll is talking!"

"Annie, you can't be rude."

Etil looked at the happy girl, waved to the woman and said.

"It's okay, I like children."

Etil looked at the young mother in front of him, looked at her haggard eyes, and looked around, then suddenly stood up from the wheelchair with difficulty, supported the table and chairs, and came to the woman step by step.

"What's your name?"

Etil's words were not in a hurry, but they gave people a feeling that they could not be rejected. It may be the aura cultivated when he met many unreasonable soldiers who went to the hospital to make trouble when he was a soldier.When Violet saw Adele for the first time, even she couldn't help but obey Adier's order, and after that, she took this order as a dependence, although after the war, Adele Not one order was given to her.

"My name is Elena Christian..."

"Ah."

Etil took out a pen and paper, and said to Elena.

"Tell me about your past medical history, drug allergies, and recent physical condition. How are you doing?"

"Have you had any bleeding from the mouth and gums, nasal bleeding, or swelling recently?"

As Eddie was talking, he suddenly saw the little girl on the side, and she winked at Violet. Violet understood, and sent Annie away on the condition that she would play house with Annie.

"I......"

"Don't worry, ma'am, I don't mean anything else, you don't have to worry, the ghostwriter will do it for you normally."

Erinka smiled reluctantly, pretending to be strong.

"I'm actually fine..."

"Ms. Elena, I'm a doctor. You concealed your illness from me, do you know the consequences?"

Adele looked around, looking at the furnishings in the house.

"I noticed that all the edges and corners of the furniture are covered with protective pads. It is understandable if children are afraid of bumping into them, but the high position of adults is also protected. Your body and hands are also protected. Mats and gloves."

"I also noticed that your servant was cutting fruit for you just now. You don't use or even fear touching knives yourself, so I remembered a disease that my teacher once told me."

Elena sighed, and the two said in unison.

"leukemia."

"Once this disease causes a wound, it is difficult to heal. The wound will continue to bleed, and..."

Etil looked at Elena regretfully.

"Sorry, I'm just a surgeon, blood disease, I can't cure it."

Compared to Aidier, Eileen looked at it very openly, she seemed to be relieved, she knew that she was already terminally ill, and the current medical methods could not cure her.

"It's okay, automatic note-taker...Ah no, Miss Doctor."

Etil shook his head and said with some unwillingness.

"You're still the first patient to leave me powerless."

"Unfortunately, if I were five years younger, I would be able to save you, and I wouldn't be as powerless as I am now."

Elena didn't quite understand what Adele meant, the puppet shook its head and sat back on the wheelchair.

"Actually, I'm just like you. I'm also terminally ill. Maybe I'll walk ahead of you."

Adele looked out the window and watched Annie handing Violet a small wooden bowl filled with soil and leaves.

"Your baby is cute."

Adele picked up the black tea and took a sip.

"What will she do when you leave? Have you made arrangements?"

Elena looked at the puppet in front of her. For some reason, she felt an inexplicable feeling of kindness and peace of mind. She was different from others. The problems she said were very realistic, without any hypocrisy. To come here to inquire about the health and well-being, in fact, it is much better for the so-called people with a little kinship who are thinking about this old house and the rest of their assets.

"It's hard for such a young child in this world."

"Ah."

Elena finally couldn't bear it and began to wipe away the tears she shed. She knew that the person in front of her had experienced no less than herself, so in front of her, she was definitely not pitiful. Because of this, She didn't have that sense of powerlessness of being sympathized and pitied by others, which made her feel particularly uncomfortable.

"Miss Doll, may I know your name?"

Adele sipped his tea and said with a smile.

"I'm going to be a dead person soon. What's the name of a dead person to remember?"

"Forget it, my name is Etil Gardenia."

"Gardenia..."

Hearing this name, Elena said with a smile.

"Gardenia means gardenia. This surname reminds me of some fairy tale books. Many of the surnames given to angels are Gardenia. I often tell stories to my children."

"Is it......?"

After drinking the last sip of black tea, Adele got up silently, looked at the children jumping outside, and said slowly.

"We all have people we worry about."

Elena looked at Violet who was accompanying her daughter in the distance, and said to Adele.

"Miss Etil, you must be very concerned about her."

"Um......"

Etil stared at the two people playing in the garden with a smile on his lips.

"I love her."

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The word love is obviously very heavy. It takes a lot of courage to say the words I love you.Adele stared at the two people playing outside, and she knew that Violet was also paying attention to her situation at this time, and that the other party was waiting for her instructions and was ready to take action at any time.

Adele beckoned, motioning for Violet to come in and write for the client.

"I'm sorry, Miss Elena, but coming here won't be of much help."

Before Violet came in, Adele looked at the neatly prepared letter paper and asked Elena.

"There are almost eighty letters here. May I know, who do you want to write to when you have prepared so many letters?"

Eileen looked lovingly at the girl in the garden, who was wearing a red dress, stepping on the fallen leaves, dancing with the sun. It seemed that this silence was enough to answer Etil's question.

"I hope that after I leave, my letter can accompany her, as if I have always been by her side."

"I'm writing to someone from the future, my future daughter, Anne Christian"

Etil also looked at the smiling, happy girl, and sighed.

"It's beautiful."

"If I cured you, would you still write these letters?"

Elena said with a smile.

"If there is a miracle, then I will still write these letters, and then I will read them to my daughter."

Adele nodded, and Violet had already arrived in front of the two of them.

"Sir, do you want me to start ghostwriting?"

Adele pushed the wheelchair with difficulty, and slowly walked out of the garden.

"Annie, come here."

Adele picked up the angel doll that Violet had been carrying with her all the time, and was about to hand it to Anne, but she noticed Violet's gaze, and it could be seen that Violet was a little reluctant and resentful , this angel doll was given to her by the officer, and she didn't want to share it with others.

"Wow, this doll is so beautiful!!! Has wings, is it an angel???"

Seeing Annie's innocent smiling face and her imminent pounce, Adele raised her hand and lifted the angel doll up.

"Annie, be obedient."

Compared to others, Adele cared more about Violet's feelings, so even though Annie looked at him angrily, Adele ignored the girl's dissatisfied eyes and put away the angel doll.

"What do you want to play with? Little things?"

"I....."

The girl put her finger on her lips. Although she liked the angel doll very much, she was taught by her mother's words and deeds since she was a child, and she would not go out of reason to get things that did not belong to her.

At this time in the garden, Elena was coughing loudly, as if her body was getting weaker and weaker. Violet looked blankly at the client in front of her, because she faced such situations all the time, but she always powerless.

"Ma'am, are you all right?"

"It's okay, please start ghostwriting."

Violet nodded, and slowly took off her gloves at random. With the crisp sound of metal collisions, a pair of sophisticated mechanical arms appeared in front of everyone.

"Automatic memory puppet, at your service."

This pair of arms, coupled with this beautiful face that seems to be finely carved, makes it even hard to tell whether the puppet in front of me is a real puppet without bones and blood, or a puppet with a heart that flows A living person with hot blood.