[Fifth Personality] Escape from the manor

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Maybe it's because the supervisors also have a fixed game time. During the time when she didn't see Joseph, Qiao Yan didn't meet other supervisors when she ran down the stairs.

Opening the side door on the first floor of the hall, Qiao Yan quickly came to the garden.

The girl in the straw hat hadn't left yet, she was carefully trimming some dead branches with scissors.She seems to have always enjoyed gardening.

"Emma!"

Qiao Yan called out her name.

The girl in the straw hat looked back at Qiao Yan in surprise, but the scissors in her hand couldn't stop, and she cut off a half-withered flower very neatly.

The flower was reflected in Qiao Yan's eyes, and it fell from the branch. At that moment, Qiao Yan felt as if she had hallucinated. She felt that she saw blood dripping on the snow, splashing out in the shape of a flower.

"Yan, you're here~"

Emma put away the scissors and still looked at Qiao Yan with her usual bright smile. Those garnet red eyes seemed to be able to reflect the sunlight.

But Qiao Yan suddenly stopped moving forward.

She seemed to remember that Miss Woods had short flaxen hair, a pair of green eyes, and often wore a dark green suspender skirt.

But the Miss Woods in front of her had short silver hair, garnet red eyes, and was wearing a black suspender skirt.

Spoiler * A night talk

Jiyou@不言归, has produced food for me n times, and every time said that she would abandon me, a fickle woman, but this time she produced food for me again hhhhhhh

This episode probably originated from the fact that she read what I wrote and said that she wanted to piss off Joseph, so she started writing 2333

This is a side story written by Rabbit. She doesn’t use her own account to post it, so I will post it~

Post it here for everyone to see, Rabbit's writing style is super good ~ our writing style is probably a little different.

I think it can be worth an update 2333333

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【Remember a night talk】

"Desolate and desolate, you don't need to cry when you get married; I hope to have a person with one heart, and never leave each other."

The girl wrapped in a blanket and sitting by the fire chanted softly in a hoarse voice, and sang an ancient ballad in a slightly sad tone.The young man sitting on the armchair holding a photo album heard the melody from a distant ancient country. He tilted his head slightly, raised his hand on the armrest, curled his silver-white hair with his fingers, and his blue eyes There was a smile in his eyes, like cornflowers blooming leisurely in the forest.

"What are you singing? It's very beautiful."

It's just a cadence of reciting, which is naturally not pleasant, but this old man from aristocratic background will never embarrass a woman, he is always restrained and gentlemanly, gentle and polite.

"It's a poem from my hometown that has been sung for thousands of years." Qiao Yan answered his question wearily, "The most famous of them is the poem 'I wish to win the heart of one, and the head will never be apart'."

"Translated into English, it is roughly - catch one's heart, neverbeapart. (Catch one's heart, never let go.)"

For a nobleman like Joseph who has received higher education and lived in England for many years, this simple English is not difficult to understand.So, he just smiled, his blue eyes gleamed with joy, as if he had dipped into a pool of blue water.

"Yes, I caught you."

... well, it's past tense.

Qiao Yan turned her head expressionlessly, her movements were so rigid that even a simple movement seemed mechanical like an old gear that hadn't been oiled.

But she still managed to say calmly:

"You don't understand me."

Joseph smiled and put down his crossed legs, sat up straight, stretched out a hand with the palm facing up, and signaled to Qiao Yan that she would listen attentively.

Qiao Yan used her skill of eloquence, or in other words, she was using a kind of resistance that was so weak that it could not even be called a struggle, and she vented her screams after she was completely lost.

"In my country, the most romantic thing is to grow old with your lover. For us Chinese, this is the supreme love."

Qiao Yan was sarcastic, and she knew Joseph would understand.

How can this man who hates the passage of time understand the so-called love in Qiao Yan's heart, waiting for the passage of time with his lover?

Just like he would read "Eternal" to her, while she would read "White Head Song" with her heart, the difference in national conditions between Huaguo and the French is destined to have a completely different understanding of the definition of love.

Seeing Joseph who gradually lost his smile, Qiao Yan didn't smile, but seemed to want to.I feel a little proud, like Joseph stepping on the back of a survivor.

She has been completely numb, and there is no longer any fear—after all, there is no hope, so why is there such despair?

Thinking of this, she became a little dazed again.She remembered that it was not like this, the former her would not have been the one who had to speak in such a cryptic manner even to resist verbally.

When did it start?Since when did you fall into the trap of the demon god?

These days, Qiao Yan has been thinking about these issues.

In fact, she didn't know what she should do other than thinking about these things. Her time was frozen, her body was bound, and she was bound by Joseph's side, unable to break free.

If you want to escape, you can only find out Joseph's weakness.

She doesn't know what spirituality is, but she finds materialism and idealism. If consciousness is the soul of a person, then Joseph's life must be in his own beliefs.

The so-called idealism means that when he firmly believes that he is "immortal", he will be immortal.But once this belief is shattered, all abnormalities will be guided back to normal.

She didn't hate Joseph anymore, but wanted to escape from here, from this hell like crazy.

Qiao Yan breathed a sigh of relief, still suppressing the fear in her heart, and said slowly: "In my cognition, the so-called eternity means 'eternity as you and I think'."

"Everything ends in death. The so-called immortality will be crushed by time. People will die of exhaustion. Paper will rot and photos will be burned. The day when all tangible things will eventually be destroyed is just a matter of time."

"Perhaps, for you, the day you live until you don't want to live is the 'eternity' in your heart, but this is only the 'eternity' in your cognition."

Following the temptation and kidnapping the three views, Qiao Yan almost used all her verbal skills on Old Man Joseph.

But Qiao Yan couldn't continue, because the boy in the delicate tuxedo stood up and walked in front of her, and kissed her lips gently but irresistibly.

... This means that he doesn't like to hear it.

The lips were licked and sucked repeatedly until they were congested and red, and the frail old man was knocked unconscious with his forehead, but he was no match for someone else's head iron, and instead he was completely pushed down on the recliner.

The man scratched behind his ears with an aggressive air, and his low laughter was old and hoarse: "You are always so naughty, and you are so clever that I can't speak."

Qiao Yan felt so numb all over her body that she couldn't help but struggled out with one hand, trying to grab Joseph's braid: "I'm full of lies, and it's not like you don't know."

In fact, how can you tell the truth from the truth?

She even deceived herself, thinking that she still had a chance to lose, so she boldly tried to exchange her sincerity for her sincerity, so in the end, she couldn't tell whether it was love or hate.

So completely lost.

He thinks he is smart, but he is actually played by the regulators from beginning to end - in the palm of his hand.Irony?It's too ironic, but she doesn't know what to say to herself like this.

If life is an escape game from beginning to end, then she will undoubtedly lose completely.

She shouldn't have given in from the very beginning, because once she compromised, the greedy seekers would approach her step by step, devour her bite by bite, and eat her up.

——She was too naive, thinking that getting a body would satisfy the devil, but she forgot that the devil represented the original sin of greed.

After experiencing the initial numb and quiet collapse, Qiao Yan began to think of all ways, and started her own resistance as if she had given up on herself.

Use your only weapon.

"Do you love the soul? Or the body? Even if you can use a camera to freeze the eternal beauty of the skin, your soul and mine will still grow old and change with the passage of time. If you hate it because of the change, then the love is just It's just a skin."

"No, Yan. Time will freeze at this moment. In my world, passion will never change, and so will love. Both soul and body are 'you'."

"No, I mean,"

She interrupted his words, with a lifeless expression on her face, "If you were an old grandfather who looked the same from the beginning, I don't think I would love you at all."

"..."

"Human beings are visual animals. It is because they fall in love with the skin that they love your soul. After falling in love with the soul, even when they are old, they will love the traces of time on the skin. You can't understand this kind of love, right?"

"You seem to be vetoing something, Yan."

To veto Joseph's eternal ideals, to veto his love—together with the greed that wants to keep time and memory together, to veto it thoroughly.

If you love this skin of eternal youth instead of your soul, then the so-called love is just a joke; if you love my soul, how can Qiao Yan, who is bound here now, find her past?