dedicated to violets

Willie finished class and looked for the principal everywhere.

Fortunately, the principal was very conspicuous no matter where he was, so he found out where the principal was by asking anyone at random.

"He's in the rye," answered the man questioned.

Willie frowned: "Wheat field?"

Ridiculous, how could there be wheat fields in Tulip Academy?From the inside to the outside, this noble academy reveals an air of pride. He believes that there are tulip fields in the academy.

But the wheat field is too funny.

He must not be in a dream.

The person who was asked nodded: "Yes, the wheat field is just north of the college. Mr. Willie, don't you know? How about I take you there."

Wei Li suspected that there was something wrong with his memory, so he quickly refused: "No, I'm just a little surprised, you are busy with your work." Saying goodbye to the warm-hearted passerby in a hurry, Wei Li still couldn't understand it, and wondered why the college would Is there a wheat field?

As he thought about it, he walked to the north of the college.About half an hour later, he saw a layer of gold hidden behind the tree, under the blue sky and white clouds, very eye-catching.

"Veri!" Before he approached, he heard the principal's cheerful call from a distance.

Sure enough, an open space was opened up in the college, and a piece of wheat was planted.It's spring now, and the wheat has already matured. The heavy ears of wheat bow their heads, and when the wind blows, they seem to fall down.

The headmaster was sitting in the shade of a tree beside the wheat field, with a neat picnic cloth spread out in front of him, sausages, bread, and various fruits, all in large portions, exactly like the headmaster.

Small body, big appetite.

"Come here quickly, I've been waiting for you for a long time." The headmaster narrowed his eyes with a smile, and his beard on both sides was upturned.

Willie hesitated for a moment, walked over, and sat opposite him: "Principal, when did you plant the wheat?"

"What are you talking about?" The principal looked at Willy strangely, "Didn't you plant this?"

Willie blinked, and the principal's answer was obviously beyond his expectations.

"I planted it?"

"That's right, you want to plant it yourself," the headmaster rushed up to him, and tapped his forehead affectionately with his fingers, "Stinky boy, you obviously want to see the wheat fields, but you still ask why I have them?"

"I—" Viri was speechless, but couldn't find any words to refute, "Is it really me?"

"Not only the wheat fields, but also the flowers in the flower beds." The headmaster picked a pansy from the flower bed, without any consciousness of destroying the flowers and plants. "Didn't you also plant this kind of pansy?"

"How is it possible?" Willie replied subconsciously, staring at the cluster of flowers held by the principal in a daze.

"How is it impossible?" The principal said plausibly, "Aren't these all reflections of your heart?"

He put the few pansies in Willie's hand, "Take it."

Viri frantically held the seemingly delicate pansies. The soft touch of the petals made him feel that they would be smashed to pieces with a little force.

"I remember where I read it before? The flower language of pansies seems to be—" the headmaster said in a cadence.

Willie said, "What is it?"

The principal winked at him slyly, "Please miss me."

Willie, please miss me.

The man's clear and low voice rang in his ears.

— Please miss me.

The blue sky, white clouds, green trees and golden wheat all blurred into large patches of color at this moment, and Wei Li couldn't see anything clearly, and the man's pleasant voice echoed in his ears.

——I have been to snow-capped mountains, to wheat fields, to the end of the world, and to the kingdom of the dead.

Those fuzzy color blocks move and change in front of your eyes, forming towering snow mountains, cities on the clouds, and turning into trains, railroad tracks, and golden wheat fields.And he was wearing an elegant shirt and trousers, holding a violin case in his hand, and he was standing blankly at the station waiting for the train beside the railway tracks.

A train whistled, made a deafening sound, and roared past.

He seems to be waiting for someone.

A snowy owl rested quietly on his shoulder, and Viri closed his eyes slightly, stroking the thick feathers of the snowy owl very naturally, without any doubt about the origin of the snowy owl, as if it should be here.

Suddenly, he raised his eyes and found a person appeared on the opposite side of the railroad track.A tall man in a black cloak.

Willie felt that his throat was dry, and he wanted to call out the person's name, but he couldn't make a sound.

—Veri, wake up.

A gust of wind blew, and the golden ears of wheat turned into waves, and the man's dark cloak was also blown down.

The silver hair hidden in the cloak slid down like moonlight.

He raised his head and looked at Viri. A few meters away, Vili could still clearly see his violet eyes, gentle and affectionate.

Viri suddenly remembered the man's name.

He jumped off the platform, crossed the railroad tracks, and ran towards the person he was thinking about day and night.

boom--

There was the sound of a mirror breaking in the void.

The dream came to an abrupt end at this moment, Viri opened his eyes suddenly, and the familiar room and furniture came into view.

The floor-to-ceiling curtains were opened by someone, and a few potted flowers were placed on the window sill. The sunlight slanted into the room and fell on the bedding.

Willie grabbed the quilt and stared at everything in front of him in a trance, suspecting that he was still in a dream.

"They're all brats, this one's sleeping, that one's not worrying—" Alfred complained from far to near, and the aroma of bacon permeated the small house.Willie was startled, and followed the voice to see that his respected headmaster was struggling to climb the chair on tiptoe.

Willie called to him, "Principal."

Alfred, who had his back turned to him, was startled, his foot slipped, and he almost fell off the chair.

"Ah, Willy, are you awake?" Alfred hastily grabbed the chair and stood up, turning around and asking.His smile was full of flattery, as if he was hiding something.

Willie choked, seeing the principal's appearance, the enthusiasm of waking up was blocked in his chest, subconsciously feeling that something bad happened.Although the headmaster has always behaved like an old urchin, but seeing him wake up, he will not act recklessly like a child who has been caught doing bad things.

Willie narrowed his eyes and said quietly, "Principal, what are you doing without telling me?"

"It's nothing..." Alfred whispered, looking away.

Viri lifted the quilt and was about to stand up with an effort.

Alfred hurried over, pushed him back on the bed, and said earnestly, "Don't worry, it's not a big deal..." He cleared his throat, "Otherwise, you should change your clothes first, and after dinner, Shall we chat more slowly?"

Willie smiled half-smile: "Alright."

Listening to Alfred's ramblings, Willy sorted out what happened these days.

During the more than ten days he slept and recuperated, he relied on the life magic left by Ignas to maintain his breathing.

"By the way, Ignace..." Alfred glanced at Willie and said hesitantly.

Unexpectedly, Willie smiled lightly, "It's back to Fryer, isn't it?"

"How do you know?" Alfred was surprised.

"He told me in a dream," Willie said.

Since 30 years ago, he would dream every long night when he was injured by the war and could not sleep.In the dream, the flowers were in full bloom, and someone was always by his side, playing the violin.

Viri clearly understood that that person was Ignace.

Only he could never see Ignace's face.

Until this time, when he fell asleep with the pain in his arms, the wind in the wheat field blew off his cloak, revealing that familiar face.

"So, principal, I plan to resign." After changing the subject, Willy said word by word, "There should be no shortage of swordsmanship teachers in the academy now." He has been traveling around in recent months and has not arranged courses for him.It is summer now, and it will take some time before new students will enroll. If he resigns now, there will be no delay.

Alfred touched his white beard: "I guess so."

He gazed lovingly at Willy, a young man who was withdrawn and depressed when he first arrived, unable to arouse his love for life at all.Because of the violin that the scepter turned into, Alfred noticed him, helping and taking care of him openly and secretly.After getting along for a long time, feelings are also born.

Alfred was comforted to see Willie now alive and bright-eyed.

Although he didn't have much direct communication with Ignace Stoke, it was a scepter that he personally forged.Rounding off, they can be considered as father and son. He is also happy to see that Ignas's speech and behavior are no different from ordinary humans.

These two are the children he cares about, and he is relieved when the children are happy.

Viri held Alfred's hand in both hands, and said in a low voice: "Principal, thank you. If you retire from your position in the future, we will often visit you in the Ymir Forest, or you come to the small town of Fryer also."

Alfred laughed: "That's a deal."

"Yeah." Viri nodded emphatically, "It's a deal."

After recuperating at home for a few days, his body recovered more than half, and he began to go through the procedures for resignation and other arrangements.Living in the capital for more than 20 years, he knows many people and has many things to deal with.

Not only did he have to say goodbye to all the teachers he knew in the academy, but he also went to the palace to tell Andor IX and the young and vigorous Prince Chris about his upcoming departure from the capital.

Andor IX had already heard about Viri's recent encounters from Alfred.

Although he was reluctant to give up, he still happily approved him to leave.

The immature Prince Chris is still pestering Willy, hoping that he will stay. After all, as long as he can remember, Willy is his swordsmanship teacher.Saying goodbye now, the soon-to-be-adult prince really couldn't bear such a blow, he hadn't experienced parting yet.

Viri comforted him for a long time, and promised to return to the capital regularly to see him, which made the fragile little prince stop crying.

After everything was arranged, and the day before the departure, Willie came to the cemetery outside the capital alone.

The secluded cemetery is lush with trees, vines are hanging down from the branches, and weeds are growing wildly, almost drowning the tombstones.Willi lowered his eyes and pulled the weeds again, clearing a small space in front of each tombstone.After doing this, the sun has moved overhead.Viri took a deep breath, stood in front of the tombstone, and said goodbye to his comrades in a low voice.

There are no bones of his comrades under the tombstone, and Vili knows it very well, but he still regards this place as a place to say goodbye.

The spirits of the Greenlandic heroes are attached to the tombstone, and they all looked at Viri with smiles, their eyes full of encouragement.

Just like in the Nibelungen, their smiles and gazes before leaving.

Viri stayed in the cemetery for a whole day, and didn't return to the capital until dusk.

When returning to the house where he lived, Willie found Andrew the gardener standing in his garden.The brown-haired young man ran up to him in a hurry, waving his arms: "Sir, a fat white bird rushed into your room. I thought it was a snowy owl, so I didn't stop it."

Viri was in a trance for a moment, and after calming down the panicked young gardener, he hurried into his study.

All the books in the study room have been sorted and packed, and the large desk is bare and empty.

Only a fat bird with white feathers, or some black feathers mixed with white feathers, struggled behind the table, trying to fly up.

Willie stepped lightly and walked slowly.

The big bird rushed to the dome with a plop, and there was a muffled crash.

It flapped its wings dizzily and fell down on the table in a dazed state. Its round head was very pleasing, and there was a letter in its beak.

Willie's heart pounded.

"Snowy owl?" he heard himself say.

Snowy Owl waited for a long time before giving a dull response: "Wei, Weli—"

Willie said softly, "Are you here to deliver a letter to your master?"

The snowy owl was dazed: "Yes, yes." It let go of the bird's beak, and the letter fell lightly, and Willie quickly reached out to catch it.

Familiar ink pads, familiar fonts.

Time seemed to turn back to spring, when he received a letter from an unexpected guest.

The handwriting on the letter has never changed in just a few lines-Veri, back to Fryer, here I am.

Willie burst into tears.

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