Roses for Rosalind

It was as if something had exploded in her mind, a mushroom cloud suddenly rose, and the whole world was covered in white smoke.

... Romeo?

... Romeo.

... Luo!dense!Europe!

Rosie felt that she was not well.

Can you imagine how a neighbor’s elder brother who has always been shy and shy suddenly announces in front of you one day that he is actually the legendary Superman who saves the world with a cape and underwear!Sleep!!

Rosie is now.

#At this moment, my heart is almost broken#

#我的竹马One day suddenly turned into the legendary you-know-who how to break, very urgent, wait online#

Rosie hid in the shadow of the crowd, blankly looking at the familiar yet unfamiliar young man.The man had an unfamiliar expression on his face, with his head slightly lowered, talking to Juliet in a personable manner.Juliet looked a little shy and cramped, her face flushed slightly, but she still stood there gracefully on the whole, listening to the boy's words seriously.

The young man said something in a low voice, Juliet couldn't hold back for a moment, and burst out laughing with a "puchi".Seemingly annoyed at her gaffe, she bit her lower lip lightly.The tiny white teeth flashed away.Even if the background is a crowded crowd and market, when two people stand face to face, it is still as beautiful as a well-painted oil painting by a famous artist.

Rosie looked at the two talking and laughing in confusion, unable to tell what it was like.

The boy bent down and bowed slightly to Juliet. After Juliet returned the salute, he turned and led his servant Abraham away.Seeing that there was no excitement to watch, the crowd of onlookers gradually dispersed.Juliet soon finds Rosie. "Sissy, why are you hiding here?" She held Rosie's hand, "Huh?" Juliet frowned, "Why are your hands so cold?" She looked at Rosie's face worriedly: "You His face doesn't look too good...Are you feeling unwell?"

"...No." Rosie regained her senses and held her hand, forced a smile and said, "I... I was just scared."

"Yeah, I didn't expect the servants of the Montague family to be so rude." Juliet patted the back of her hand reassuringly: "However," she softened her eyebrows and said, "Master Montague is not bad."

Rosie looked at the smile on her lips, her mind was in a mess.She opened her mouth, and wanted to say something, but it felt like something was stuck in her throat, and she couldn't utter a word.After a while, she slowly closed her lips, and let out a low single sound from her nasal cavity.

"……Um."

"Okay, let's continue shopping." Juliet excitedly pulled her into the store: "Let me tell you, I just saw a beautiful ribbon, which should go well with my light yellow dress." nice……"

Rosie let her drag her away in a daze, and like a movie replay, many images flashed through her mind quickly: the shy and introverted boy when she first met him, the piss-faced boy who dared not speak out when he was ordered by her, the thick boy A stack of parchment paper, small gifts that come along with the letters during the New Years and holidays... the last bit by bit, it is frozen into a face.

It was an extremely handsome face: deep eye sockets, high nose bridge, thin lips, with a sculptural beauty.The hair is soft and black, and the color is as rich as the darkest night shadow before dawn; the eyes are the purest emerald green, and when you look at her, you are as focused as if you are looking at the whole world.

That was the face of the grown-up Kasapa eight years later.

...No, it should be said that it is Romeo's face.

Casapa is Romeo?

Why did he lie to her with a false name?

Many questions were tangled in her mind into a mess, and she couldn't figure out the slightest clue.Juliet held several ribbons to ask her opinion, and she nodded carelessly, agreeing.

They wandered out till near dusk, when Juliet, contented with a great pile of booty, rode home in the carriage.Rosie was distracted and didn't want to go back for a while, so she wandered aimlessly in the street.She subconsciously avoided the crowd and walked to a quiet place.When she woke up, her feet were already standing at the door of the monastery.

She has been here too many times before, and the gatekeeper has already remembered her.Before Rosie decided whether to go in or not, the gatekeeper had already opened the gate for her.Rosie paused, and finally walked in with her head down.

Several gorgeously dressed ladies were slowly walking out of the monastery, accompanied by an old nun in a black nun's uniform.Seeing Rosie, several people immediately stopped talking and laughing, with a strange expression on their faces.But Rosie was not in the mood to talk to them at this time, she nodded to them perfunctorily, and hurriedly walked towards the depths of the monastery.

"Has Miss Anderson come here often recently?" A lady asked in a low voice to the accompanying old nun.

"No, Miss Anderson has come less frequently than before, and I haven't seen her for a long time." The old nun thought for a while and replied, "She used to be a frequent visitor to our monastery. "

"Well...then what does she mainly do every time she comes here?"

"She is a good lady with a kind heart. Every time she comes, she will give us a certain amount of help. She will also come to the main hall to listen to our prayers and pray to the Lord. Dear ladies, I have to praise her. It is rare to see such a pious young man now."

The ladies did not speak, but exchanged glances with each other.

A storm may be coming.

Rosie walked quickly into the main hall of the monastery, where worship and prayers were usually held, but now it was empty.Only the statue of the Virgin Mary hanging high lowered its eyes in pity, watching her silently.She found a place at random and sat down silently.

She looked down at the lines on the table in a daze.The back of her hand suddenly felt hot, and something wet and hot licked her, with a tingling and rough feeling.Rosie was startled, and turned her head to look suddenly.A familiar black cat appeared beside her silently at some point, staring at her unblinkingly with its golden eyes.

Rosie breathed a sigh of relief: "It's you." She raised her hand and scratched the black cat's chin. "Why are you here?"

The black cat didn't dodge, but raised its neck cooperatively, and purred in enjoyment.Rosie sighed: "You'll be fine." She said: "You don't know anything...how wonderful."

She couldn't control her thoughts, and the movements of her hands couldn't help but slow down.The black cat grunted in dissatisfaction, jumped onto her lap, stepped on it, picked a good position, and lay down comfortably without moving.

Rosie couldn't help laughing: "You..."

She stroked the back of the black cat time and time again, looking at the stained glass, lost in thought.