[Fifth Personality] Escape from the manor

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If it weren't for this young and beautiful skin, she might not have the so-called "love" for Joseph at all. Similarly, their understanding and cognition of love are destined to be very different.

As Qiao Yan, who is from China, Mu Shaoai knew about lovesickness, and only knew about old age. Her definition of love was born in appearance and better than character.

As for Joseph, his love is hot and hot, perhaps because of his skin or personality, it can only burn for a moment, but he stubbornly wants to seal this fleeting beauty forever.

That's why she was so self-willed and wanted to keep Qiao Yan by her side.

The difference between Joseph and Qiao Yan may be time, but it's not just time.

This is the torrent and generation gap of the times, not only a century, but also the distance and distance of the vast ocean.

If his love is fake, then his so-called "eternity" is just a joke, and then leads to doubts and speculations about ideas, even if it is only a momentary wavering, she can find a place to attack.

——This is not only a confrontation of words, but also a game of consciousness.

"That's why I ask you, is it the soul or the body that loves?"

She asked stubbornly, not to be outdone, because she had nothing, so she put all her eggs in one basket.It was so frank that even she felt a little inexplicable.

"Because I don't understand, what I have become, and what I used to be, is worthy of your love."

Joseph rested his hand on his chin, lost in thought as she wished.But he didn't think for too long, instead, he straightened his brows and eyes and raised the corners of his lips. The soft and beautiful brows and eyes were filled with the clarity and vigor that only a teenager can have.

"If you have to have something worthy of love to love, I won't—" He flipped his palm, and a colorful photo of a person appeared at his fingertips, which looked like Qiao Yan.He brought the photo to his lips and kissed, with infinite tenderness and tenderness, the eyes looking at Qiao Yan were deep blue, with a kind of innocence and warmth that remained unchanged as time passed.

"I will not exhaust everything to pursue 'eternity'."

"Because I want to keep both good and bad, and what I want to keep is 'someone' rather than 'something worthy of love', so I pursue eternity. Otherwise, memory and records are enough to keep the good It's gone, isn't it?"

He never hates beautiful things, but he doesn't resist ugliness and flaws, because they are part of a person, and what he wants to keep is a complete person, nothing more.When you see all the ugly and vulgar parts of a person, you will still have possessiveness and love for her from the bottom of your heart. Is this moving and joyful love?

For Joseph, there is no need for other answers. As a paranoid undead, he only needs to recognize what he believes, and does not need to care about the moral bottom line and ideology of the living.

Qiao Yan's heart was cold, and she wanted to say something, but Joseph hooked the corners of his lips helplessly and dotingly, and stretched out a finger to circle his temple.

"Veto my beliefs, my love, and even the you I love—"

"Yan, you are so cute, you actually try so hard to shake a rigid and stubborn old man."

——Clearly caring about the passage of time so much, but sometimes admitting that he is an old man so frankly.

Even when she was struggling desperately to escape from his side, she was lovely.

She was lovely even when she was trying to find out his weaknesses by all means.

Fresh, agile, even if her breath is weak, she still makes him dazzled and fascinated by a woman.

Looking at the shattered light in her eyes, Joseph couldn't help but laugh.

Oops, this is not good, too funny.

Be more patient, be more patient... Indulge in all the willful and reckless behavior of this child, anyway, he has eternal time and unchanging enthusiasm to love this lovely woman.

"It's very late, you should go to bed." Beside the warm stove, he picked up the girl wrapped in a blanket, gently and forcefully laid it flat on the wide and soft bed, rolled up the velvet quilt, and wrapped himself in the bed together. In the bedding.

His somewhat cold but soft hands gently patted Qiao Yan's back, as if he was coaxing a wayward child whom he couldn't help loving and loving, so silent and gentle.

"How about "One Thousand and One Nights"?"

"No, I..."

"Hush, be quiet. After listening to the bedtime story, I will go to bed obediently."

"Do not……"

""Grimm's Fairy Tales"? "Andersen's Fairy Tales"? Well, don't be naughty, it's already late, do you want a good night kiss, or my body temperature?"

"..."

"Qiao Yan."

In the darkness, his laughter was low and hoarse, with a touch of sweetness, like an entangled nightmare that bound people's hearts layer by layer, and there was no escape.

"Obviously there are thousands of ways to contain me, but you, who are clever and clever, chose 'love' at the first time."

"Soul? Body? Falling in love with the 'eternity' I created, fleeing but not being able to control myself—if there is no contradiction, it is not love."

So, desperately looking for the contradictions of my "love", trying to veto me, you are so cute in my eyes, willful and cute.

Eternal skin, you who speak eloquently.

Did Qiao Yan, who was sitting in the carnival chair and shouted "I don't want to forget you" desperately, realize it?You opened the box door of the devil's desire by yourself, and are you still complacent?

He possessed himself and hugged the girl tightly in his arms, as if shrouded in a bright shadow.The clear and clear boyish voice mixed with the old old voice seemed to penetrate time, space and time, as if the handsome young man was holding the hand of the young girl gracefully, walking towards old age happily.

"Neverbeapart (never let you go). Yan."

——If love is "immortal", how can you get tired of "living"?

This, after all, belongs to Joseph - eternal love.

27

After seeing the appearance of the straw hat girl clearly, Qiao Yan was a little unsure if it was the Miss Woods she said she was familiar with. There was a bit of doubt in her voice when she called her name:

"Emma?"

The girl who was tending flowers and plants with gloves seemed a little puzzled why Qiao Yan only called her name and didn't say anything else, so she tilted her head in doubt:

"Yan, what's wrong?"

Although there was a slight change in appearance, she seemed to be the gardener lady Qiao Yan knew, so Qiao Yan asked this question after being silent for a few seconds:

"Why are you here?"

Why is the gardener, who is a survivor, here at the Oletis Manor, which belongs to the supervisor?

"what?"

Miss Woods obviously didn't understand Qiao Yan's question, but she still smiled brightly:

"I'm here to see Dad~ By the way, let's tidy up the garden here. Look, the flowers I planted are all blooming. Don't they look good?"

Behind her was a large area of ​​blooming flowers, including roses, tulips and other species that Qiao Yan didn't know.If it was sunny, this garden would probably be very bright, but because it was cloudy, the already brightly colored flowers were also a bit cold.

When Qiao Yan wanted to ask something more, that Miss Woods suddenly cut a few roses and tied them into a bunch, and then stuffed the bouquet of flowers into her hands.

"Give it to Mr. Joseph, he will probably be very happy~ It's a pity that the red rose was stolen by Mr. Jack some time ago..."

Qiao Yan looked at the Pink Rose in her hand, which was opened just right, and suddenly wanted to throw it away:

"Why should I send him flowers?"

There was a hint of depression in her tone that was hard to describe.

"Yan, don't you love Mr. Joseph?"

The silver-haired girl in the straw hat showed doubts on her face.

Qiao Yan looked down at the bouquet of pink roses in her hand, her whole body was as silent as a statue.She didn't answer Emma, ​​or she didn't refute Emma immediately.After realizing this, Qiao Yan suddenly felt a sense of panic.

She wanted to refute, but before she could say a word, she was interrupted by Emma again:

"But he loves you very much."

Emma picked up the scissors again and cut off some dead branches of the flowers and plants around her, with a slight sigh in her tone.

"You think he loves me?"

Qiao Yan raised her eyes to look at Emma, ​​her mood had returned to calm at the moment, and there was some doubt in her words.Not infected with any emotion, just pure doubt.

"certainly,"

The straw hat girl with short silver hair smiled again, and her face with a few freckles looked sweeter and more lovely because of this smile.She took off her straw hat, cut a flower with the scissors in her hand and put it in the flower basket:

"I think I may understand what you mean, Yan."

"What do you think love is like?"

Emma put a blooming white rose in her hand, then tore off a petal of it and put it in the air. The breeze carried the petal away and circled in the air of the garden.

What is love like?

To be honest, it was difficult for Qiao Yan to answer.Because everyone has a different definition of love, and the students like them who were forbidden to fall in love early, all the love they have fantasized about are romantic and beautiful.

———But fantasies are just fantasies after all, what is real love like?Before meeting Joseph, Qiao Yan had never experienced it.

Qiao Yan looked at the white rose whose petals were torn in half in Emma's hand, and all her words converged into this complicated sentence:

"...At least not like that."

"No, that's how we are~"

Emma's short silver-gray hair was shiny and a bit chilly, and she bent her pomegranate-colored pair