happy life?strange

"Son, child, wake up, wake up. You'll catch a cold if you sleep like this."

Severus was gently shaken awake, he rubbed his sleepy eyes, and saw a priest standing in front of him, with a simple black robe and a simple silver cross dangling on his chest.He is not very old, about forty, and he still holds a gold-plated black leather Bible in his hand.He was facing the light, and the golden color formed a colorful halo behind him.

There was silence in the church, and the choir did not know when it had left.Only the light and shadow and the pipe organ are playing hide and seek, jumping back and forth on the pipes of different sizes and lengths, leaving little golden spots.

"My child, why are you asleep here?" The priest's voice was magnetic and trustworthy, and his big hand was stroking Severus' small black-haired head.

Severus blushed in a rare way, he didn't expect to fall asleep in the church and let someone catch him. "Well, I just walked past the church and heard some hymns being sung, and thought it was nice, so I came in. And then, then..."

"My child, you must have been led by the Lord to bring you here. I am Father Cliff. You don't look very healthy. Is there anything we can do for you?"

It may be that the surrounding atmosphere is too peaceful, and there is a slight sweet smell in the air, a bit like the scent of osmanthus flowers like crushed gold, or the smell of the butter biscuits that mother just baked in the afternoon; it may be Father Cliff's The attitude was too loving, making Severus feel as if his elders were caring about him; maybe the sunlight passing through the colored windows was too warm, wrapping him lazily, making people not want to move or think.It is also possible that this scene reminded Severus of the time when his father sat beside him like this, looking at him and patiently asking him about his youthful troubles, although the past had been covered with a thick layer of white mist, Severus couldn't see clearly anymore.

In this bright autumn afternoon, sitting on the natural wooden pews of the church, looking at the unique ornate algae wells on the ceiling of Gothic churches, Severus forgot that he was an adult in the past, and appeared completely like an eight-year-old. With the attitude and childishness that a [-]-year-old child should have, leaning against Father Cliff, he talked about the death of the Snapes and his wife, how cute and pitiful his younger brother Viddy was, and how difficult life was.

Father Cliff was a good listener. He smiled and listened to little Severus' ramblings, and was very patient. When Severus realized that he had vomited bitterness to a stranger, he blushed and wished he could find someone else. When the hole is drilled down.Father Cliff smiled, "My child, you are such a good boy. Your parents will be proud of you in heaven. The Lord must have brought you here for a reason. The Lord loves His people, and as the Lord Servant, I will do my best to help you." At this point, Father Cliff bowed his head and praised God.

"My child, can I call you Severus?" After gaining acquiescence, he continued, "Severus, I remember that a brother from our church seems to be running a hotel, and there are also doormen in it." The doorman's job should be easier, do you mind if I help you ask?"

Severus immediately became star-sighted. He didn't expect such good luck. He couldn't believe it. Up to now, he has been working hard to live, and he has never expected any good luck to come.Looking at Father Cliff's kind blue eyes, he still nodded.

"Severus, if you can, you can come over on Sunday, and get to know the people here. They're good people, and I think you'll like them. Well, have you been baptized?"

Severus was taken aback for a moment, but considering what he had learned about the national conditions of Britain before, he thought that if there were no accidents, the Snapes should be Christians, they should be.He just nodded hesitantly. "I'm not sure. But, I think it's baptized. I've never been to church before," Severus whispered.

Father Cliff smiled encouragingly at Severus, reached out and patted his little hairy head, "You are welcome to worship, my boy."

On Sunday, little Severus changed into clean clothes and happily went to the church with little hopes and dreams that might improve his life and make him live a more comfortable life.

Viddy didn't know why, he was reluctant to go, even when Severus mentioned the church, he had a look of disdain and rejection, and his little hands tightly covered his little ears, as if he heard anything related to the church. Words pollute his ears.When Severus spoke of Father Cliff's love and concern, Viddy held his mouth shut and held on tightly to his hand.If Viddy could talk, he would probably have scolded Severus bloody like a teapot, how could he trust others so easily, how could he agree to meet strangers so easily, how could he be so casual Trust a priest.Severus also knew that Viddy had no recollection of his past, but it was still very strange that he had such a strong antipathy towards the Church.Severus was really puzzled, it's not the horrible Middle Ages, the church is doing well now, he doesn't know why Vidi is so repulsive.

If it wasn't for Severus swearing before going out that he would escape immediately if something wrong happened, he would never leave him alone, and begged his grandpa to tell his grandma to let him go, Viddy wouldn't want to let him go out.In fact, when Viddy heard Severus' story about his encounter with Father Cliff, a dark and obscure emotion slowly rose in his heart like smoke.Yes, he could keenly hear Severus' trust and even unconscious trust and relaxation in Father Cliff at that time.And these, but never appeared in front of him, in front of him, Severus always acted like an adult, no coquetry, no absolute relaxation, no, yes, no kind of wholehearted dependence, He always accommodates and pampers Vidi, and tries his best to satisfy all the wishes he thinks Vidi needs to be fulfilled, just like raising a child, pampering all his willfulness.Only he, was relying on Severus.He hated the feeling, he didn't want Severus to forever think he was just a kid who needed protection and inclusion.

Listening to Severus's brisk footsteps going out, he felt a little bit of excitement in Severus' anticipation.Viddy's hands were tightly clenched into fists, and the sharp nails pierced the palms.He didn't want to go out to church with Severus, he hated people whispering, he was afraid that he would show ugly jealousy or exclusiveness in front of Severus.He could even imagine what others would say about him, yes, a crippled, incapacitated burden, a vampire parasitizing Severus.He knew that Severus had never disliked him, never hated him.But, if comments like this were heard a lot, would Severus really think he was a liability one day?Thinking of this, Vidi's beautiful little face twisted ferociously. He couldn't help but smashed the wooden cup in his hand viciously to the ground. The poor cup bounced on the floor a few times and then rolled into a corner, leaving a white spot where the milk rolled down. trace.

If one has not licked and tasted the sweetness of feelings, one will only be satisfied with one's own loneliness in the dark, indulge in one's own dark inferiority complex and arrogant arrogance.But once touching the beauty of emotions, the barren and dry soul will only devour all the emotions that can be possessed, and monopolize all the warmth that can be touched.Just like the drowning man, holding on to the only straw, would rather be destroyed together than let go.The kind of greed and domination of emotion is like the glamorous and mysterious ancient Babylonian princess Salome dancing the seven-layered veil dance. In the blood-red poppy-like evil dance that leads people to the dazzling Paradise The sharp deadly fangs that destroy her lover and herself, her lips, more beautiful than the brightest blood-red corals that a fisherman finds in the morning, kiss the lover's cold head at last.