Two or three things about my love affair with the beauty on the west side of the town

A childhood legend was brought up.

"Isn't everyone aware of this? In the past, people often told the mayor that they saw monsters, but since the Raymond Gayton family took over the land, there seems to be very few complaints. Why do you ask this?"

Leon smiled, he was not ready to answer the first question directly, "Then did they build another house deep in the forest for summer vacation?"

"Ah... It seems that Miss Raymond Gayton will come to live for a while during the summer vacation... Isn't it?!"

Lei stared at the blushing friend in surprise, and an unbelievable answer came to mind.

"Well, what's her name then?"

"Why would the name of the noble lady be casually told to the common people? I said Leon, you are really... amazing!"

Lei thought about his abnormal behavior in the past few days, squeezed out a few words of evaluation through his teeth with difficulty, turned over after speaking, and was about to run to the square to spread the news he had received, but was grabbed by Leon.

He turned his head, only to see a little Leon blushing like a thorn fruit. "Her, her hair is blond, and she has a pair of violet eyes... Ask me her name again..." After saying this, Leon pursed his lips in embarrassment.

Finally, Lei, who had returned with a full load of girls who had been circling the square at dusk, broke into the workshop panting, and rushed straight to Leon, bumping into many other apprentices who were carrying wood.

"Sorry! Sorry! Leon..."

He went smoothly and found Leon who was chiseling wood.

"Hey, after my tireless search..."

Leon kicked him angrily.

Lei let out an "ow", squatted down at random and said softly.

"Her, her name is Paimon."

"Paimon...?"

Paimon.

Paimon.

Leon chewed on this slightly masculine name over and over again, the movements in his hands gradually slowed down, and the corners of his lips curled up uncontrollably.

A beautiful image appeared in front of his eyes like a dream, and he felt that his heart was filled with the affection called "Paimon", which was sweet and thick like syrup seeping into it bit by bit.

Lei sighed and looked at Leon, who was in infinite reverie, and walked out of the workshop touching his legs.

"This brat... hey"

The golden-haired back wraps the caught butterfly with the fragrance of irises. The butterfly trembles its phosphorous-powdered wings and throws itself into the web of love willingly.

The author has something to say:

Wonderful encounter (?▽｀)

3. Tangle

Leon stared at the unknown number of limbs and arms and piles of sawdust in front of him, sighed heavily, and twisted the metal pipe to keep the gas lamp at normal brightness.

In the workshop at night, he was the only one lighting the gas lamp, quietly polishing the handicrafts with the occasional chirping of cicadas, and the dim halo of the light cast an ambiguous luster on his handsome side face.

He could sculpt silky blond hair like the finest oriental satin, and he could describe a gentle and elegant noble face, but he couldn't outline the body covered under the nightgown.

Leon even thought that for himself, that kind of fantasy was simply a blasphemy against Miss Raymond Gayton.

Even if it is in the name of "art".

Miss Raymond Guyton, was his muse.

Her pretty face and dark dark eyes attract him like magnets, preventing him from truly calming down and devoting himself to creation.He will always deviate from the established channel and anchor in the mysterious and dark unknown sea instead of the normal route.

The scent of irises flashed in his mind again, and one of Leon's men lost strength, and the blade cut off his slender arms.

"what!"

Leon wiped off the sawdust on his fingertips angrily, and leaned back on the chair with his head raised.

Even during this brief break, his thoughts drifted uncontrollably to the lush oak forest.

I want to see her again.

As soon as this idea came out, it was like a sprout that broke through the ground shaking its tender cotyledons, and under the watering of rain and dew, it quickly grew into a towering tree unstoppably, forcing the owner to do something.

And Lyon has always been a somewhat reckless activist.

When he came back to his senses, he was already at the entrance of the oak forest, with only an old lantern on his body.But Leon didn't care about that much. When he first fell in love, he was so eager to see Miss Raymond Gayton that he could overcome the inherent fear of the dark night and the unknown.

Leon swallowed, and plunged into the dark oak forest.From the twilight-stained branches came the sharp chirping of night swans, and from time to time, there would be the "russling" sound of small animals shuttling through the layers of leaves. Leon seemed to be completely unconcerned about these abnormalities, and put on his hood Finally, he stepped into the dense fog deep in the dense forest with extremely difficult steps.

It's almost there.

He closed his eyes, trying to tell himself not to care about the monsters with scarlet eyes and fangs and big mouths dripping with stinky saliva that might appear beside him, like headless flies in the milky white mist It feels like moving towards a destination.

"call……"

At a certain moment, the heavy water vapor stagnation in the nasal cavity suddenly disappeared, replaced by the mixed aroma of earth and grass under the moonlight.

There is also a faint hint of iris fragrance.

Leon slowly opened his eyes.

The lantern in his hand fell to the ground with a "bang", and there was a sound of pain that was about to fall apart.

The fireflies flying all over the sky embellish the dark moonlight into a star-studded Milky Way, and the golden river flows slowly along the banyan trees and wooden houses, drawing wonderful arcs one after another.

He had no time to care about the lantern on the ground, took off his hood with his white knuckles, and stared blankly at the night scene with his wet hair stuck to his face.

He has been shocked by the fairyland-like daytime scenery, but unexpectedly, the night has never given him the secular world.

At this time, the owner of the wooden house seemed to sense the arrival of outsiders, and a waist-length face with blond hair protruded from the opened wooden door.She looked around suspiciously, but found no sign of the visitor, and then closed the wooden door again.

After hearing the sound of the wooden door colliding with the door leaf, Leon dared to exhale slowly, struggled to get up from the grass, hid behind the tree trunk and secretly stared at the window where the figure was shaking.

Miss Raymond Gayton... It's really rude of me to do this.

He covered his face and buried his head in his knees, preventing his eyes from moving in the direction of the wooden house.

Poor little Leon.

He pursed his lips tightly, his cheeks were flushed, and his moccasin boots kept ruining the green grass beside him.He seems to be making a major and difficult decision, which goes against his usual moral values.

Just, just take another look...

After Leon made up his mind, he quickly stretched out his head and then retracted like a startled lark.He saw the beautiful figure of Miss Raymond Gayton who was sitting by the window reading a book, and laughed foolishly, feeling extremely satisfied.

Since then, Leon often travels through the western forest at night. He is no longer afraid of the shadowy jungle and the legends about the oak forest passed down from generation to generation. He only knows that the beautiful and elegant Raymond Gayton lives in the oak forest. Miss.

He fell in love with her.

If the emotion of longing suddenly surges up, then the rest time after lunch is the opportunity for him to choose to go to love.He would bring a cowskin bag full of water, tiptoe through the snoring brothers, and head towards the depths of the forest.

The number of visits became more and more, and Leon sometimes wondered if Miss Raymond Gayton had found him. After all, which tree would often stick out a flaxen, hairy head?

But that's not important.

The author has something to say:

Chong Duck Leon (￣▽￣)! !

4. Meet again

The wind of early summer brought the dryness of summer before the arrival of the summer, and the bells at the door of the store "jingled". Short-tailed rabbits, triangular antelope, everything you expect to find.

Leon's hairy head was buried on the counter table, and the flaxen hair was covered with a layer of gold leaf by the afternoon sun.From a distance, others would only think that he fell into the harbor of endless dreams under the gentle summer wind, but who could notice the sawdust falling under his feet?

Holding a blade with his right finger, he scraped off the mottled lines on the surface of the wood bit by bit. When the sapwood was completely exposed, the blade paused and stopped its work.

He had already figured it out, since she couldn't carve out her ketone body, let's commemorate it with irises.

The petals of the wooden iris are slightly tilted outwards, like the trembling body of a beauty, and the beautiful radial lines on it are clearly visible.

Leon lowered his head, almost piously, and lightly dropped a kiss on the root of the petal.

When the lips were separated from the petals, he seemed to have thought of something, his face turned red immediately, and hot steam seemed to come out from the tips of his ears.

God... what the hell was I thinking!

The bell of the shop rang again, the wooden door was gently opened, and a guest came.

Leon quickly rubbed his hot cheeks, and after cooling down his sprouting heart, he immediately faced the visitor with a warm smile.

"Hi, may I ask you..."

The golden bundle of hair flung out an arc in the blurred air, and the soft wind entered the store.

The dust trembled slightly.

"...what do you need?"

Leon's eyes widened in disbelief, and the visitor turned around upon hearing the words, with a pure golden brilliance flowing through his unique black eyes.

Miss Raymond Guyton!

"Hello."

Paimon smiled and stared at Leon, who seemed to be frozen in place, and pointed to a squatting puppy statue on a wooden stand with his white-gloved fingers.