happy life?strange

Relying on the help of the tavern owner and Aunt Thompson, as well as the income from milk delivery, he finally barely supported himself and Viddy.But this kind of life is still very hard and hard, working a cheap job, earning a few pennies, and raising a disabled brother who is completely unable to work. The future of Severus is the same as the current sky over London As dark as a haze.

Little Severus began to use his little head to think of other ways to make money. Due to his age, a lot of physical work cannot be considered. In fact, even if he is now an adult, with his classical literature major... Couldn't find any high paying jobs.Sighing, working as a part-time job now, physical work as an adult seems to be his only choice.

Of course, if you just deliver milk like this, the part-time job of washing dishes at night will not be able to go to school. Even if you enter a public school, there is no additional fee, and he cannot find time to work part-time. The income without part-time work is equivalent to only expenses. , He couldn't even sit and eat the mountain, he didn't have a mountain at all, so his frown became tighter and tighter.Little Severus put a big cross on the option of reading.

As for Viddy, who had been quiet all this time, little Severus sighed more and more helplessly.In the current state of little Viddy, he can't see or speak. A child like him can only enter a special school for the deaf. imagination.

No matter how late every day, Viddy would sit quietly in the only three-legged chair against the wall in the living room, obediently waiting for Severus to come home, no matter how hard Severus tried to persuade him Going to bed early is useless.Because of the poverty of the family, Severus sleeps in the same bed as Viddy every day.No matter how sleepy, no matter how tired, Severus still developed a good habit of telling stories before going to bed.

Every night, moonlight or starlight passes through the window without curtains, and through the faint night, Viddy closes his eyes obediently and leans against Severus's arms, his little head resting on the position of Severus' heart , Severus was always telling stories while stroking his silky hair.

"In the far, far east, the people there have black hair and black eyes just like you and me. In that place, there are legends about mermaids. The mermaids are beautiful and strange. Their upper body is a woman and the lower body is a fishtail. According to the legend, as long as you eat mermaid meat, you can live forever. Many people look for mermaids because of this legend. But, can you really live forever after eating mermaid meat? One day, in a fishing village, a man appeared Boy, he is inquiring about a legendary village deep in the mountains..."

The boy described a not-so-good story with a childish voice. Yes, mermaid meat can make people immortal, but at the same time, mermaid meat is also highly poisonous. You cannot control whether you will die or become a monster if you eat it. And, When your loved ones die one by one, when your lover leaves you but you are still alive, immortality will become a kind of torture and pain.Please forgive our little Severus, as an otaku, he can only remember those anime clearly.

Viddy listened quietly, he imagined that if he got eternal life, but one day Severus left him, never to find him, never to touch him again.For a split second, heartbroken beyond words, he grabbed Severus' hand, unwilling to let go.Although he didn't know the reason for Viddy's fear, Severus clapped his hands comfortingly, "Hehe, don't be afraid, I'm still here. Well, I'll sing a song, and you're going to sleep with your eyes closed. I'll I have to deliver milk in the morning.”

"I have a little donkey that I've never ridden..." In the brisk singing in a strange language, holding Severus' hand tightly, Viddy fell asleep.The bright and clear moon hung high in the night sky, and the two little black-haired heads leaned together and sank into darkness.

--------------Voldemort Manor--------------

In the middle of the night in the wizarding world, Voldemort, a black-haired, red-eyed young man wearing dark green silk pajamas with dark patterns of the same color, was leaning on the luxurious big bed in the bedroom. The magic crystal lamp had been extinguished, and the thick velvet curtains blocked all the light.After a busy day, he should have had a rest earlier.However, these days, he lingers on a certain intoxicating feeling and is unwilling to just fall asleep like this.

These days he felt strangely at ease and safe.Yes, it was ridiculous to say that the all-powerful Voldemort of the wizarding world would feel at ease.

"Omnipotent? Hmph, yes, omnipotent." In the darkness, dark red eyes looked at his slender pale fingers with hatred, and with a wave of his hand desperately, a carved crystal cup was thrown on the ground. There was no sound on the plush carpet.With strong sarcasm, the black-haired young man squeezed out the words "Voldemort is truly omnipotent."

When the violent and dark aura enveloped his whole body, when his consciousness was about to be controlled by frenzy and destruction, the warm aura seemed to suddenly emerge from nothingness, surrounding him like warm water.Is it hallucination?Who's voice came from the ear?Soft, childish voice, with comfort and tenderness.I can't hear what that whispering is talking about, and I can't hear what song that voice is singing.

It was very comfortable, as if the hollow soul had been ironed. The black-haired Voldemort calmed down. He stretched out his hand, as if wanting to hold the illusory voice so that it could fit close to his side. When Voldemort was trying to hear that whisper clearly, an unbearable trembling pain came from his mind like a warning, which made him unable to find the sound that made him addicted.The black-haired young man smiled wryly and shook his head, his black hair covered his dark eyes, he said softly unwillingly, as if he was talking to himself or to someone, "Isn't that all right?" ?”

Facing the dark and spacious bedroom with no one else, with an imperceptible longing, he slightly raised his voice, "Can you even give this to me?" The clear voice of the young man gradually disappeared, and the darkness opened its fangs and laughed at him. The delusion, the empty silence did not bring any response.

He lay on the bed, closed his eyes, reached for the wand that he carried with him, tried hard to resist the sting in his maddening brain, and waved the wand slightly.The child's murmur, which would disappear at any moment, sounded again, softly, slowly, as smooth as silk, and as hazy as drizzle slowly surrounded the young man.The young man's face was pale and his body was trembling, but there was a satisfied and proud smile on his face...

---I have a little dream, I only have a little dream.Let me hear you, let me see you, you and me, me and you, together, for a minute, for a second.

---I hate it, but I don't regret it.Some love cannot escape Skynet.