Angel on earth

"I'm a saint." Mikhail said angrily, "That's what I want to say."

It took Arnold a long time to look up, and Mikhail saw that he seemed to be smiling.

"Come on. Go inside," muttered Arnold. "It's too hot outside."

Katerina also opened the courtyard door and came in at this time, greeted her, and quickened her pace and ran into the shady room.Arnold also stood up. When he went out, he even threw his vest on the back of the sofa, but now he dutifully buttoned every button of his shirt.Mikhail was still in his black robe, and the sun cast a slender shadow on Arnold.

"You came too early." Arnold opened the curtain on his own, sat down in the living room, took a sip of herbal tea - today is lemon mint and forget-me-not, "No.14 at noon, we all don't eat , I have to save my stomach for the dinner at night. The clinic has nothing to entertain you."

"Just listen to the doctor's nonsense, Your Highness." Katerina came over with a plate and hot tea, and said with a smile, "You sent me to buy cream pies in the morning, and you don't want to eat them, why don't you leave them for Cooper? His Highness?"

"Aren't there any other patients to entertain during the holidays?" Arnold retorted dissatisfiedly, "Who would entertain saints with cream pies from street shops? At least they should use their own oil and dough?"

"You can't make it even if you think about it." Katerina casually told Mikhail how delicious Avdeyevna's cream pie was, and then turned to criticize the doctor, "The pie you made is simply delicious. It is an ironclad proof of your ancestor Noren's origin. The merchants say that the food in an ordinary family in Noren is worse than our lower district."

Arnold was furious, and shouted: "I was dealing with medicinal materials those few times! Katya, a heartless woman! Can't you ask you to take the pie back?!"

Katya stuck out her tongue and ran to clean the hall and bathroom.In order to keep warm, there is no window in the bathroom, and cleaning and ventilation are the most troublesome.Every year around Easter, August and Christmas, when the clinic is doing general cleaning, I clean it up by the way.This year's situation is special, some for the holidays, some for the chance encounter with His Highness Kupala, until yesterday the citizens continued to condescend to come to the Lower District to take care of Arnold's bathroom business, and the cleaning was delayed until today.

Mikhail helped wipe the window sill and the floor, and Arnold taught Katerina, the hourly maid, as a positive example.Mikhail's meticulousness stemmed from his experience in cleaning the church and the ark of the covenant since he was a child, and he had to make sure that he could not touch any dust.Katerina grew up in the dirty lower district, and was scolded during cleaning, but never so mean as today. ——The doctor even scolded her for having a bit of dirt under her nails when she came in the morning, and complained that she refused to take a bath and was stinking all over. Hail.

At four or five o'clock in the afternoon, the entire Miracle Clinic took on a new look.Katerina took the envelope, which was much thicker than usual, and started to cry.Arnold told her to go home, and she turned her back without saying a word, not even thinking about whether Arnold meant to go home today or not to come in the future.

Mikhail wanted to tell Arnold to calm down, but the latter turned around and went to take a shower in the clean bathroom.Before Katerina left, she remembered to put the starched clothes in the morning on the little table, and Mikhail gave her his wreath.

The girl wiped away her tears embarrassingly: "Thank you, Your Highness Kupala. It doesn't matter, this year's situation is special, I understand... Arnold particularly hates dirty things, this year's cleaning took too long, he is in a hurry."

"That shouldn't be the case." Mikhail said helplessly, glanced in the direction of the bathroom, folded his hands and bowed, "I apologize on his behalf. The cream pie is delicious, thank you."

Katerina froze for a moment, smiled through tears, and said shyly: "Oh, why do you need this... The doctor knows it himself. This week's salary is twice the usual. He is a good person, but sometimes he controls You can't hold your temper. You should trust him more."

Katerina left, but Mikhail, who was taught in turn to follow Arnold, was at a loss.When Arnold returned to the living room with a stinky face and wiping his hair, his mood slowly improved, as if he had been soaked in warm lemonade, and was thrown into the August sun again. Putrid sourness.

"I'll help." Mikhail flipped over from the back of the sofa lightly, and caught the doctor's hands holding the towel.Arnold exhaled arrogantly from his nostrils:

"Yes, you apologized for me."

Mikhail spread his ten fingers flatteringly and called out the hot wind: "I'm sorry. I didn't expect...I didn't expect you to have such a good relationship."

"After all, you haven't changed at all." Arnold stabbed him sharply. "You just think that the maid and I, a doctor, are more different than a man and a pig, so I must be insulting her. Just said those words!"

"I didn't..." Mikhail paused, showing a resolute and guilty expression, "...you're right. I did. I reminded myself to change my view of people, but it didn't really change. I'm far from a Not a good saint yet."

"How can it be, you are already the kindest saint!" Arnold sneered before he calmed down.The two fell silent at the same time. Arnold silently turned and went back outside the bathroom door. He straightened his collar pins in front of a small mirror, checked his garter belts and shirt clips dawdly, sighed, and found a suspenders.

In the blurry mirror was a pale complexioned face with stiff lines. His short black-gray hair and green eyes behind the lens made him look like a wolf about to bite in the next moment.After hesitating for a moment, he quietly took out a glass bottle from the drawer and wiped some eau de toilette behind his ears and on his wrists.

Mikhail was still standing awkwardly in the living room, feeling very sorry for the wreath he just sent out.Arnold opened the door curtain wearing brand-new brogue leather shoes that hadn't touched the ground, stiff as if on the execution ground.

After a while, the doctor muttered:

"...Anyway, you don't really think...that I'm so...so...that I really want to say that kind of thing, right?"

"No!" Mikhail exclaimed happily before he could finish his sentence, "No such intention!"

"Okay," Arnold was still a little guilty. Seeing the clean floor and furniture, he breathed a sigh of satisfaction, and walked out without raising his head, "Let's go. The church will start distributing food at six o'clock. Now everyone It should be by the river."

Mikhail asked in a daze: "Didn't you say there is a dinner party? I also want to see what the Potosi City Hall uses to entertain the poor..."

Arnold slapped his head and remembered:

"I'm sorry, I forgot, that's what Ognessica only has. It would be nice to have a bonfire in the lower quarters. Well, Katya left a basket for her. Pies, cakes, ham sandwiches, herbal tea..."

The doctor picked up the woven basket on the cabinet by the door, and felt more guilty as he counted it. He pursed his lips, turned his face away, handed the basket to Mikhail, and whispered, "You... just pretend you didn't hear."

"I didn't hear that." Mikhail responded very simply, leaned over and stuck a blue forget-me-not on his skirt, feeling that the color was too light to suppress his green eyes.Arnold didn't see his expression, adjusted his glasses, grabbed a handful of gold, silver and copper coins from the jar, stuffed them into his pocket, and walked out of the courtyard ahead with empty hands.

There is still some golden-orange brilliance left by the setting sun in the sky, but the cloudless sky above has faintly shown the shadow of the summer night galaxy, and the clear and concise purple-gray hot air is glowing at the junction of the two.Mosquito repellant and anti-epidemic herbs are burning by the Ince River. People in simple and neat clothes are sitting on the grass. Wild flowers that have become wilted after being exposed to the sun during the day are pinned in their ears, skirts, and hair. The white flowers have all been swept away.

Mikhail saw the brothers Tit and Ivan at a glance.They wore the same style of second-hand short-sleeved shirts and striped trousers, and pulled slightly baggy leather shoes to sell the leftover flowers and leaves thrown away by flower shops by the river.He nodded towards them from a distance, and without going over, he and Arnold found an empty space, spread out a picnic cloth and sat down.

Arnold took a few sips of herbal tea, then stood up suddenly, and told Mikhail to wait there.He came back quickly, put a new wreath on Mikhail's head, and sat down again without saying a word, with two protruding ankles wrapped in white stockings exposed at the bottom of his trousers, which made Mikhail feel uncomfortable for a while. .

too thin.The most heroic warrior of the Siegfried Federation is also more than two meters tall, as strong as a bear, almost as strong as two Mikhails, and his chest can be torn by the Radiant Maiden more easily than parchment.Emile ran all the way, and the reeds in the Talic and Nalchik rivers were stronger than those in Potosi, hunting in the cold spring wind.The doctor's ankle is not even equal to the golden inflorescences that bent the reeds last autumn.

"What do you want to say?" Arnold glanced at him.The young knight wiped the sweat from his palms on the black priest uniform, and stared blankly at those two slender ankles:

"……reed."

But obviously the doctor didn't care about him, he just asked casually.At this moment, Arnold turned around, found a comfortable angle, and casually said: "It can be used to treat vomiting and fever."

Mikhail responded and grabbed his knees.At the same time, a momentary deafening palpitation came over him, causing him to look at Arnold without speaking for a while.

It was only past eight o'clock at this moment, the bustle on the river bank was bustling, and the festival carnival had not yet fully started.When Arnold went back to pick up the wreath, Jit came over and told him that the church would give alms in Chalek Church in the evening, and that when the fire was lit at the mayor's side in the evening, some festive delicacies would be delivered, and after midnight there would be a The three batches of food are most likely leftovers from the people by the Ognessika River.As a rule of thumb, the last batch of food is largely untouched, with plenty of whole roast pigs and cold chicken in it.

Mikhail gave him two cream pies and got some iris.He touched it with his finger and restored the broken petal.