The Love of Roses in the Enchanted Series

While making the rosary a few days ago, I was interrupted by Dick's visit and subsequent events at the cemetery, and the pot of roses was scrapped.Today, Owen continued his efforts. He also went to the Elf Lake early in the morning to dig up the late-sleeping beauties, took them to his home, and repeated the actions of picking flower petals and simmering them over low heat.

The petals used this time are all selected from "Like Crazy Love".

The boiled petals turned black and gave off a sweet and mellow fragrance.Smelling the fragrance, Myron suddenly felt that the hard work of getting up early in the morning was worth the fare.

"What should I do next?" At this moment, it was Myron himself who couldn't wait.

Owen demonstrated how to squeeze out the water from the boiled petals, wait for a little dry, and roll them into balls with a diameter of more than an inch.

"It seems too big." Myron asked, rubbing and rubbing frantically.

Owen smiled. Since the last time, Myron stabbed him less, and the relationship between the two has become closer, which is a good thing.

"The particles must be large, because after drying, about two-thirds to one-half will shrink."

"Oh." Continue to rub and rub.

A string of rosary beads needs about fifty small beads and several slightly larger beads. Before it was completely dry, Owen brought a sewing needle and asked Myron to pre-pierce each bead and place it on the Place on a baking sheet lined with waxed paper and place in the oven on low heat.

It took a whole day just to roast it until it finally reached the hardness Owen required.While waiting, Myron asked him to read Natalie's diary. He wanted to know what Natalie wrote after the vampire was killed.

"No, I think you will be sad if you read it." Owen refused.

"Why do you think so?"

"...No reason, just intuition."

The intuition is really accurate, Myron felt that a novelist who is tall and strong but has a delicate mind should not be underestimated.

After eight o'clock, the sun gradually set, Myron looked out the window and reminded: "You should go."

"Oh, yes, the exorcism ceremony should have already begun... You really don't want to watch the fun?"

"I'm not interested. Besides, if I'm present, I'm afraid it will cause unnecessary disputes." Myron sighed: "Go, if you don't come to the scene in person, how can you get good materials and write a good novel?"

"I have to go, I have to find out what tricks the priest is up to..."

"what?"

"It's nothing. Then, don't leave. When the beads are cold, help me..." Pointing to the silk thread and needles prepared aside: "String the beads."

Myron waved his hand impatiently: "Go."

"It's so cold, at least give me a goodbye kiss..." Owen complained again.

"There has never been a goodbye kiss between me and you. Even if there is, it is synonymous with nihilism." Rejected in one breath.

Owen put on his coat and waved exaggeratedly, like the conductor of a symphony orchestra guiding the players to follow his steps: "If you think about it, if we have enough time, shy rejection is a beautiful game. We can Sit down and think about how to spend that long time of love—”

"It's a pity that when the time comes, mortals must go to the grave."

"Yes, although the tomb is an excellent hiding place, no one will kiss there." He replied with a smile on his face, "The only thing that can be kissed there is maggots."

Myron couldn't take it anymore, so he pushed him out, "The place you are going now is the tomb. I believe you will find maggots who like to kiss you in the tomb with a strong smell of carrion."

As soon as Owen turned around, he quickly placed a light kiss on the top of his head.

"Maggots are not as fragrant as your hair. Goodbye, obediently help me string my rosary, don't run around, and wait for me to come back."

Myron watched him ride his bicycle towards the cemetery, and he walked back to the house slowly.

Without the noise of that person, the huge manor was deserted and quiet for a moment, and the setting sun slanted into the house, blurring the view of the house into the color of yellowed old photos.

Naturally, the visual focus is on the old photos on the wall, but the focus is no longer on the appearance of Paul and Natalie when they were young.Looking at it as a whole, the two middle-aged people led a few children and stood stiffly in front of the camera. Then when the children grew up, they took a few more children and surrounded the two old couples who were sitting.

"In my memory, youth has always shone on you, but I have only slept for 70 years, and you have rested in a marble tomb..." Is immortality a curse of God on the night race?

"Death is a kind of happiness. Any sorrow or sorrow will be sealed in the tomb, but I can't forget it. I don't know when I can forget the disturbing memories. It may be 1000 years, 1 years, or even more Longer and longer..."

Smiling wryly, I don't know why.

In order to get rid of this boring mood, he was planning to sit down and finish what Owen asked him to do, when his heart moved and he remembered something.He went into the kitchen and found Natalie's diary from the cupboard.

When Owen doesn't keep the diary on him, he puts it in the bottom corner of the cabinet.He thought that he would never be discovered by Myron if he hid it here, because Myron seldom entered the kitchen.It's a pity that it's a secret, as early as one day when he asked Myron to go to the kitchen to get a water glass, Myron accidentally discovered it, but he didn't tell the truth, and has been pretending to be stupid until now.

Back in the living room, when the sky is getting dark, turn on a desk lamp, and read the words written at another time.

After the mayor was killed, Natalie's diary was interrupted for at least a year.The tone of the description after that became ambiguous and inexplicable, completely like the ramblings of a dreamer.

On X, X, everyone came to ask me what happened that day.I said I forgot, I had to forget, I couldn't tell the real truth to Paul, or anyone.

Why?Natalie, why don't you tell me?

As long as I knew the secret, Paul would always be afraid of him and resent him.

Yes, only he and I know the truth, only me, and he, share the secret.

It's fine not to say it, because no matter how much Paul hated himself, it was all in the past.

The subsequent diaries were messy and messy, and only one or two items were recorded in one or two years, such as the birth of a child and the start of school.I quickly turned to a page of records decades later, and after careful reading, it turned out to be the day before Paul's death.

On X, X, I waited until this day, and finally I could ask.

I asked, why did he shoot so cruelly back then and didn't give that person a chance to say anything?

He said that he was jealous of that person and easily took my heart away back then.

I always thought he didn't know about it.

So Paul already knew?It turned out that he, who was honest and honest on the outside, was able to hide his uneasy emotions so deeply that he and Natalie couldn't find out.

"In the end, I was put together by you." Said to the person in the picture on the wall.

Natalie's diary isn't over yet.

...Paul didn't know, I was even more jealous of him.

Because it's him, not me, who can occupy that person's full attention.

The hand holding the diary trembled slightly.

Unbeknownst to Natalie, she was also deeply jealous of herself.

Jealous of her being a woman and a mortal, being able to accompany him logically, going through the journey of life together, being old and sick together, and even being buried in the same tomb after death.

"I envy you, envy you even more..." Then I remembered what Owen said, and suddenly realized.

"That's right, each other is jealous of each other—"

The faded handwriting made his eyes sore, he raised his hand and wiped away the wet water marks from the corners of his eyes, in fact, even the tears had expired.

It is a sad thing for others to control one's own emotions. 70 years is a fault, when he sleeps in this fault and is ignorant, others have already passed their whole life.Only the ruins left in the diary gave him some clues about the ups and downs of those people's lives, or whether they were happy or not.

Then, on the last page, on the last line, the date should be the last year of the diary owner's life.

If at that time, I followed him without hesitation...

sigh.How silly, Natalie, that would make all three miserable.

So, that ending is the best.A few bullets cut off all the connections, and those who should be together are together, and he himself just returned to the original state of loneliness.

They have been lonely for hundreds of years, and another 70 years of loneliness is nothing.

Putting on his dark thin coat, he walked out of the house after turning off the lights. The night was so dark that it was suitable for demons to haunt.

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The cemetery suspected by the police to be the first scene of the homicide case has already completed relevant on-site evidence collection, and the yellow line that blocked it was dismantled.After nine o'clock, spectators gradually came, turning the quiet place into a noisy stage.

After the priest made the remark that "the wicked Ted turned into a vampire to harass the good people after his death", there was an uproar in the town, saying that if the evil spirits were not expelled as soon as possible, Ted would keep coming back to attack people.In the past two days, it was even reported that some townspeople saw Ted flying around in the sky on his spike-toothed rake, as if looking for the next possible prey.

The tension and panic had risen to a certain level, and if it was not dealt with, the consequences would be difficult to deal with.Although it is not a good thing to dig up the buried body and expose it again, the local police only dare to turn a blind eye and close one eye, tacitly allowing this to happen.

Perhaps the incident became so serious that the major newspapers in the county even drove a reporting vehicle to report. Cars, trucks, and locomotives came from all directions, and the police had to send a large number of people to maintain order on the scene.

Torches and lights made the night sky look like day, and priests carrying icons and crosses had already arrived.The tomb of Farmer Ted, who was buried two months ago, has been dug up. The deacon and helpers worked together to lift the lid of the coffin, and the old farmer lay inside.

After two months, his body was intact, his eyes were half-closed, his hair and nails were no different from a living person, his muscles were still solid, and his shoulder and elbow joints were still flexible.A deacon boldly pressed the cheek on the black beard, and it became sunken, but once the finger was removed, it returned to its original shape, and the same was true for other parts of the body.

"Look at his teeth and nails, I swear, they are longer than before the burial, they are indeed vampires!" said the person who specializes in funeral business.

The speculative voices of the townspeople at the scene began to echo like wasps: "It really is a vampire, Ted has become a vampire..."

Owen was also watching the show among those people, knowing that the muscles of a person will contract after death, causing the hair and nails hidden inside to be exposed, so he has the illusion that they are longer than before death.

Ted's body was pulled up along with the coffin, and the priest lifted a sharpened poplar wood and stabbed it into the left side of the chest cavity of the body, and the whitish liquid spurted out along with the blood.

The priest danced the crucifix bearing the image of Jesus, and the exorcism was chanted aloud: "Go! Insidious and ugly devil, go back to hell, that's where you live! Enemy of virtue, enemy of God, no more Come back and harass God's people!"

When the cross was thrown into the coffin and the blessed holy water was poured on Ted, plumes of white smoke rose from the clothes and gray skin of the corpse, and there was a whistling sound. After a while, the corpse started to catch fire. , drawing a holy cross on his chest, hoping that the evil spirits will not haunt him.

"Hey, whether it's true or not, this exorcism is really interesting, don't you think?" Owen said to Dick beside him.

"You're more interesting than an exorcism, Owen Silver," Dick said too.

"You can't fall in love with me, officer, my heart already belongs to me." Owen pretended to be shocked.

"Oh, that person. You were right not to bring him today, such a slender person should not be accused innocently." Dick beamed brightly when he thought of that person.

"Of course, of course." Owen nodded in agreement.

In front of the blazing flames, the priest opened the Bible and recited a sentence: "God said: Be firm in your mind, and do not eat blood, because blood is life..."

Outside the cemetery, on the tall old oak tree, the luxuriant branches and leaves cover the slender phantom inside.

"Because blood is life... yes, gods sometimes tell the truth."

Mocking, teasing and disrespectful language comes from the mouth of the silver-haired man as usual.Leaning on the branch, looking at the scene in the cemetery through the thin leaves, the noise was mostly cut off by the oak leaves, and it sounded like the bubbling sound of boiling water.

Watch quietly, noncommittal, like a devil hiding in the dark to appreciate people's reactions after finishing a prank.Even if he is not the initiator of farce, but he can not get rid of the responsibility.When the people gradually dispersed, he was surprised to find that Owen was holding a bicycle and Dick was whispering in the shadow of the cemetery, as if they were talking about something amusing.

Was there something going on between those two that he didn't know about?

Myron thought for a while, but didn't come up with a result. Watching the priest and deacon clean up the mess on the scene, they wanted to bury the ashes of the vampire at the intersection of the two roads. After waiting for another half an hour, the stranded Everyone leaves.

He didn't realize that he was only paying attention to Owen's back.

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When the cemetery really sank into deathly silence, the wind became more violent. The roaring wailing was the protest of the dead. Once the protest was buried in the ground, there was no real peace. They had to sacrifice for the belief of the living.

Myron jumped off the tree, moving lightly like a monster hidden in the night, without raising a speck of dust or making a sound, and quickly walked into the cemetery that was bustling like a market an hour ago.

At night, his eyes were like the pupils of wild beasts, and he looked at the tombstones one by one, looking for familiar names.

"Where do you sleep? There are too many people here, making my eyes dazzled..."

After searching patiently, I finally saw two monuments, one on the left and the other on the right, Paul and Natalie Silver.He stood dumbfounded, the wind ruffled his long silver hair, and his heart was also in turmoil. The words on the stele turned into two figures, and he was still young in his mind.

"I haven't seen you in 70 years, do you still remember who I am? I'm here to see you." Wonderful words burst out from the corners of slightly parted lips: "Jean Trenson, your old friend." Scholars Mendi Forum

The sound of whistling wind suddenly became weird, as if tens of thousands of monsters gathered in the dark space outside the cemetery, when he told who he used to be, the hazy mist was split by the name that had disappeared for 70 years.

Jean Trenson is not Myron's uncle at all, he is Myron himself, stepping from the time and space 70 years ago to modern times.

Yaya's fingers lightly traced the characters carved on the tombstone, one stroke after another, from Paul to Natalie, and then their last names.In this way, it was like saying hello to them again.

Thinking about it, what should I say to Paul?

"About Natalie... I'm sorry, I don't know her... Don't hate me, I don't hate you anymore, let's make up... Yes, if this is so stupid and wishful thinking, it is your great-grandson Ou Wen taught me..."

After waiting for a while, I wondered whether Paul could hear him under the seal.

So, what about Natalie?

"Natalie, I know what you want, but..." Smiled: "My world is not as beautiful as you imagined... What is filled there is not love and roses, but a pool of stagnant water that cannot make ripples... …

"So, even if I want to, I can't take you there. I can't deprive you of the right to live, grow old, get sick, and die. That's a gift from God to you, and that's God's grace."

Even though he said that, he felt a little reluctant. He knew that as long as he asked, the girl would be willing to burn her whole body as a burnt offering for love. Even if she was scarred by lava-like enthusiasm, she would not be afraid.

He killed her love with his own hands.

But, on the other hand, love is a blooming flower, if she can put it into the ice at the most beautiful moment of the flower, the perfect memory will remain in her heart forever, and it will never wither again.

Very good, this is very good, don't complain, girl, gather all the sweetness and bear abundant fruits for future generations, which is another kind of perfect ending.

Be with your husband, be with your children...

The chest became congested, and the feeling of powerlessness that could not reverse the world squeezed the heart, and the pressure became tighter and tighter, and the pain became more painful. Therefore, the pain quickly sprouted in the heart and stretched upwards, and the eyes as blue as the sky and the ocean fell rain and dew.

Sorrowful emotions come when you say it, just as Peg Pauler said, there is a feeling that persists, which is sadness.

It would have been nice if he hadn't fallen in love at the beginning, and Gene was just one of the passers-by in Paul and Natalie's life, instead of feeling like he was abandoned here alone like now.

"Wake up...you can talk to me..."

Putting the tombstones of those two people on their foreheads, pretending to be hugging them lightly, but clearly and clearly, all the assumptions are self-deception, the two of them will never speak again, and it is impossible to come back.

Sobbing softly, letting tears drip onto the weeds in front of the tomb, and then slide into the soil.Let the tears burrow into the soil disguised as dew, and get close to the two of them.Besides, he didn't know how to touch those two people.

Or really can't be touched, the soul of a kind person after death will go to God's side.And I will never go to heaven.

Because, he is the devil.

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When the tears flood too much, the body and mind will have the illusion of being purified.After crying like this for a while, Myron finally felt better and decided.

Get out, get out of this town.

No need to go back home by the lake to pack things that belonged to me; no need to say goodbye to Owen or Dick, they're just passers-by.

"Goodbye." Saying goodbye to the two people who had slept forever.

Taking advantage of this deep night, how far can go.Tired, with his easily captivating appearance, he can always have a chance to hitch a ride.

Wiping off the remaining drops of water on his face, he stood up, and the sound of rustling footsteps slowly approached from the depths of the cemetery.

Obviously everyone had left a few hours ago, and no one entered again except Myron, so where did the footsteps in the cemetery come from?Could it be the ancient ghosts that inhabit here?Myron pretended not to hear, and the footsteps stopped just behind him.

"It's too late to watch the exorcism ceremony now." The priest said gently as always.

Myron had a calm expression and no surprise at all. He replied with a smile, "I'm just here to commemorate the deceased. Fortunately, they are not suspected vampires. Otherwise, they were dragged out of the grave by you and desecrated."

The priest didn't justify the outdated exorcism ceremony he personally presided over. Looking at Myron's expression of crying just now, and looking at the names on the tombstone, he was a little surprised.

"Your so-called old man was buried here before you were born..." suddenly realized: "Because of Owen's old diary, let you and these two become good friends."

"Whether we meet each other or not, they are all in my heart and cannot be erased..." Myron was relieved when he said this, but his eyes were moist again.Or Paul and Natalie have been a very special existence to him since that summer 70 years ago, which cannot be measured by love or hate.

"You seem quite excited... come and sit with me and let me make a cup of lavender tea for guests who are upset. No matter what depression you feel, you can be healed by the unparalleled fragrance in the world."

Myron didn't refuse either, or, at present, he really needs a place to rest and rest his tired heart.

"... I prefer roses, but lavender is also good."

"Come with me, I'll take you on a shortcut." The priest made a gesture of invitation to the depths of the cemetery.

Myron didn't ask any more questions, and followed the priest to the bottom of the cemetery, in front of an ancient underground chamber.

"Here is the exclusive tomb of my Hawthorne family. For special reasons, more than 100 years ago, my ancestors opened the passage connecting the main house and the tomb in case of emergency."

"It's quite a huge project, but this is indeed a favorite trick of the rich and nobles. Who knows when the catastrophe will come?" Myron said.

"As a nobleman, you really have ideas. Please follow me closely so as not to accidentally get lost in the darkness."

Pushing open the door of the tomb, it was pitch black inside, the priest turned on the flashlight and looked inside, among the shadows, there were platforms where the coffins were neatly placed, many of which had been eaten away by insects, and the stench of wet and rot struck, Myron moved Move your nose, hate the smell.

"After all, it's a tomb, so the smell is a bit bad. Just wait for the drier place in front." The priest said, "Please come in."

"Well." Myron replied, what he cared about was that the smell of corpses here was mixed with old and new.However, since he has a formal invitation from the master, he can enter in a grand manner.

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The road became narrower and narrower, even less flat. The priest seemed to take Myron's hand naturally, and walked quietly one after the other. Myron did not refuse this intimate gesture. I believe Owen will see this scene , must be jumping with anger.

Because the catacombs lead directly to the main house of the Hawthorne family, unlike the roads outside that have to bypass obstacles such as rivers, they arrived at their destination very quickly.The exit turned out to be the office of the great-grandfather of the priest, the mayor, which was the study that Owen and Myron had visited.

Because the fireplace has not been used for a long time, it has been cleaned up quite cleanly. When the two of them came out from the secret door inside, they would not be stained with coal ash, sawdust and other dirt.When Myron was arranging his slightly disheveled hair and clothes in the middle of the study, the priest went out to serve tea and left him alone to look at the portrait of the mayor on the fireplace.

"Sure enough..." he said to the mayor in the portrait, "As I said, heredity is a wonderful thing."

The mayor was silent, the dim light in the study dappled the light and shadow on his face.

The priest quickly came with hot water and tea sets. In front of Myron, he put lavender, mint, and lemongrass into the pot in order, and brewed them with hot water of more than [-] degrees.

"Lavender has a bitter taste if drunk alone. I like to add some mint and lemongrass to make the taste softer." The priest explained.

Myron hummed lightly, and the soft yet strong aroma of lavender permeated the entire study.But from a selfish point of view, he still prefers roses, which have a rich and indelible sweet fragrance and a blood-toned color.

The priest filtered out the tea dregs and brought over a cup.Myron gulped it down, and when he put down the cup, he strangled his neck with one hand, and covered his mouth and nose with a handkerchief, and the choking and strong smell of anesthetic penetrated into his nose and mouth. I almost closed my eyes.

The priest let go of his hand, took back the handkerchief, looked obsessively at the unconscious silver-haired man on the chair, and couldn't help stroking his porcelain-like delicate and smooth cheeks.

"Hehe, it's beautiful... This is the first time I've seen such a beautiful person... It's a pity to let Owen have it all to himself. An angel-like person should belong to me..." The gentle expression was gone, and the priest's infatuated expression was replaced. A storm twisted into ignorance is a frenzy of losing one's soul.Demons inhabited his heart, and he was completely assimilated.

"Those people... None of them can compare to you... Myron Trenson... Don't worry, I will love you very much... At least, let you live a few more days..."

Fascinated, he stroked the face and the silky silver hair.Although this man spoke harshly, but now he was sleeping peacefully, with the holy and cleanness of an angel. In the eyes of the priest, the holy and clean things were the objects he most wanted to defile.Only in this way can his crazy lust be satisfied, and he must do his best to dominate the other party.

Wondering if the skin beneath Myron's clothes was as flawless as his cheeks, he slowly unbuttoned Myron's blouse.Because of his excitement, his fingers kept trembling, and he could hardly undo the elegant and delicate buttons.

Unbuttoning the top few buttons, it turned out to be as crystal clear as imagined. He reached in and stroked it, and smiled happily, "That's good, that's good..."

Returning the attention to the exquisite and exquisite appearance, especially the small mouth, although pale, but still endearing, the exquisite lip shape makes people just want to have a good time.

When she was about to kiss her, a hand blocked it, her lips did not kiss her upper lip, but the back of the other's hand.

"Do people here like to play the trick of kissing people?" Myron asked coldly.