[Comprehensive Classics] Killing the Classics

The happy time can be so long, which Sarah never dreamed of in the past few years.In a warm room, several people dressed neatly enjoy delicious food together.No one bothered them, and no one could separate them.They can talk and laugh as much as they want without worrying about being discovered.The two little girls actually said so many childish words, which they didn't even think of.

When everything was over, Sarah sent the little guest out, and lay herself in the soft and warm quilt, thinking in her heart: "It would be great if all this would not end."

She thought it was magic cast by Anya, or her companions.She made a wish, and they made it come true.How nostalgic this is...

With this kind of mood, she entered the dream deeply.Tonight's dreams will be extraordinarily sweet and reassuring, fueled by the food in the belly, the warmth and the soft quilt.

And next door, after watching Ermengarde go downstairs, Anya walked into the room and closed the door behind her back.Through the system, she can easily see Sarah's current situation—she has fallen asleep peacefully and happily.

Claude walked up to her and held the window: "Now, are you satisfied?"

Anya said bluntly: "No, not yet...unless I can ensure that the little princess can live happily in this world forever."

Claude smiled and said: "This one is not simple. Even if she is a real princess, she still needs to face the hardships of life."

Anya stared at him: "So, now, can you tell me the exact fate?"

"The fate that can be seen by mortals is not fate." Claude replied, "These 'novels' and 'masterpieces' just record what has happened, even if they are rewritten by others, they cannot make the established fate changed."

"You said I was the only one who could do that."

"Yes, because your own destiny has been changed." Claude seemed to sneer, and said inexplicably: "You have a good mother."

Anya gritted her teeth, and said coldly: "Thank you for the compliment. I don't think I can find a better mother than her."

"You are also a good daughter, at least now, I think you should learn how to do it." Claude said, opening the window.

A gust of cold wind blew in, blowing away the thin warmth in the room.

Anya lowered her head and said indifferently, "So, what do you need me to do?"

"You just need to be a good daughter...Although that was my original starting point, it might be good to give you the end point now." Claude looked into the distance and said lightly, "I met Sarah, Can you continue to hold on? Your heart has softened."

Anya replied stiffly: "You can try."

"If it's me, then I'd be happy to try how soft your heart is." Claude said inexplicably, jumped out of the window, stood on the slate, and reached out to Anya, "Do you want me to pick you up? "

"You're right, my heart is getting softer and softer..." Anya gritted her teeth and smiled, jumping out without taking his hand, "If it was me before, I think I would be happy to directly Push you off here. That's the end of it, isn't it?"

Claude didn't speak any more, and walked slowly along the slate tiles.They soon made their way to the neighbors via the connected roof.Claude leaned forward and opened the window and jumped in.When they came down the stairs, Ram Dass was going up.He was holding a plate of snacks in his hand, and when he saw the two uninvited guests, he immediately put down his things and walked over here.

Anya hurriedly said before he could speak: "Maybe you still remember me, I'm a friend of Sara who lives next door - I'm here because I want to visit your master for a very important matter, you can let us meet see him?"

"Who is talking, Ram Dass!" At this time, the master of the Indian servant had heard the voice and asked in the living room.

Ram Dass watched them warily and answered his master in Hindi.After a while his master said, "Bring them in, I think I may hear what they have to say."

So the manservant picked up the tray again, turned and walked towards the living room.

The house was as luxurious and exotic as Sarah had imagined it to be.In front of a warm wood-burning fireplace sat an Indian gentleman.He appeared to be seriously ill, collapsed in a stately armchair with a blanket over his lap.

The moment she saw him, Anya understood - even if she didn't make this trip today, this man would find out that the person he was looking for was next door in a short time.

She glanced quickly at Claude, who had that nasty smile on his face, as if he already knew the result.Anya held her breath in her heart, but she also understood that his purpose was to bring herself back. Even if he knew what would happen to Sarah, he would not tell him—on the contrary, he would add fuel to the flames.as it is now.

"I hear I'm wanted," said the Indian gentleman, with a sad smile on his face. "What can you do, little lady and gentleman?"

"I think so, sir," said Anya, saluting him. "You helped the poor girl next door, didn't you?"

"My servant told me that she is a very lovely and poor little girl," said the Indian gentleman. "What is the matter, has my behavior troubled her?"

Upon hearing this, Ram Dass had a vigilant expression on his face.He stared at Anya and Claude, as if they had caused that to Sarah.

"Sara is very happy, so I thought, I need to do something for you too." Anya said softly, "I know you are looking for a girl—her father is dead, and she is living in a foreign country without any relatives around."

The Indian gentleman sat up straight and looked at her with piercing eyes.

Anya continued: "She could have owned a diamond mine and become a girl like a princess, and now..."

"Now?"

"Now, she is living in poverty. She has to get up every morning to teach the children homework, do the dirty and tiring work, run errands everywhere, and she doesn't have enough food or clothing. The people who took her thought it was For her gift, I want to take back all the investment in her..." Anya said softly, looking into the eyes of the Indian gentleman, "She has lived this kind of life for two years. Mr. Cary Foster, she Lives next door to you...she is the girl you helped today, her name is Sarah Crewe."

"My God!" exclaimed the Indian gentleman, totally stunned by the news.He sat in a chair and tried to stand up, but he was able to stand up and fell back into his chair.He repeated: "My God! What a piece of shit I am... so close! She's in London!"

"Yes, she's in London." Anya repeated, and was about to say something more, when she suddenly heard a knock on the door.Ram Dass ran to open the door, and soon, there was a rush of footsteps, Mr. Carmichael, who had only left London yesterday.

"I think I'm missing something, Mr. Cary Foster," he said hastily. "Do you remember that idea I told you about last night? When I was sitting on the train--I suddenly Thinking of it - since we have searched all over Paris, why can't she be in London! London is the hometown of Captain Crewe, and it is very likely that he put his child here - maybe it is in some school, maybe it is next door--"

"No, look no further, Mr. Carmichael!" cried Mr. Cary Foster, his cheeks lit up with joy. "She's next door! She's next door! Sarah Crewe! No Wrong, it is her!"

Mr. Carmichael froze, not quite understanding what was happening now.Mr. Cary Foster was so excited that he told Mr. Carmichael incoherently what he had just learned, and was anxious for someone to testify for him.However, when his eyes turned around, he suddenly found that the two children had disappeared, just as suddenly and silently as when they came.

"I was just going to tell you, sir," said Ram Dass in his Hindi, "that they just walked into the fireplace hand in hand—into that flame, and then it was like two Just like the elves living in the flames, they disappeared!"

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As Mr. Carmichael entered, Mr. Cary Foster's attention was drawn to him.While they were talking, Anya looked at Claude and asked in a low voice: "Next, how do we leave this world? Becky, and the owner of your body, what will we do?"

Claude touched her shoulder, and pointed to himself: "Becky, and Anne, are all people who have received Sarah's favor in the established destiny. The body we borrowed does not actually exist. in this world."

Anya frowned, and a thought vaguely crossed her mind: "You said that I am the only one who can change my destiny...but you also said that this is an established destiny. You also said that the next world will be mine The end point... So, these worlds, after all, don't they only have a fixed direction?"

"Before you change, yes." Claude said frankly, "Do you know why I said, you are the one who can change fate?——Because only the fate you change can make these worlds come alive and evolve into real time and space."

Anya sneered shortly, and said, "Then can I think... I'm not the only one?"

"No, you are."

"If I am the only one, what should you do with so many worlds of yours? After I stop, are you going to watch them move forward to their established destiny...or simply be destroyed by those 'travelers'? ?” Anya asked back.

Claude stretched out his hand: "So what do you think is my ability?"

Anya frowned, but stretched out her hand to him involuntarily.Claude took her hand and walked towards the fireplace.The one-person-high fireplace accommodated the two of them without difficulty. When the flames rolled around her body, Anya was surprised to find that her body was quickly turning into ashes just like Claude.

"It's not time to tell you everything yet," she heard him say before falling into darkness, "starting from the next world..."