Angel on earth

Rolling, thick white clouds raced after Emile, casting moving shades between Chalek and Dorota.Emile ran very fast, Arnold was blown by the wind so hard to breathe that he couldn't even speak, but Mikhail, the silly boy, was as happy as a triumphant return, with his lance and long sword hanging on both sides, and the cloak behind him. With a loud noise, Arnold had to give up his useless reserve, and pulled the left cloak to block himself.

It was only when Mikhail dismounted outside the gate of Dorota that the doctor’s gray hair was messed up like a chicken coop—he thought the doctor was embarrassed to be seen.After wrapping the doctor in a cloak and jumping off the horse, he was about to say "I think I need to change my hair color", when Arnold stumbled and pushed him away, threw himself at Emile, and retched while holding on to the thick horse's legs.

Mikhail was stunned holding the cloak, and Arnold raised a hand to prevent him from approaching.But the doctor retched for a long time and didn't spit out anything, at most it was a few pieces of chewed hydrangea petals.Mikhail couldn't help laughing, and felt that this kind of mentality was really bad. After confessing for a while, the doctor wiped his mouth with a handkerchief and straightened up.

"I'm really sorry, Father God, I didn't think about you. I will ride slowly on the return journey, and you will sit behind." Mikhail immediately apologized.The monks in the monastery are always like this, apologizing for big and small things, saying "Father is above", the mood at the time was indeed guilty, but the chance of committing the same crime later is definitely not small; Mikhail is also a bastard , but maybe he was too good-looking, and he didn't wear that cold armor today, Arnold always felt that he was really sad.

"It's okay." Arnold's voice was a little hoarse, and he got better after coughing twice, "You have to show proof when you enter the city, and you ask the guards to give you a hat. Over two meters is not too high here, and you won't have this in a few years Here's the chance."

Mikhail folded the cloak and tied it on the horse's back. He patted Emile's thigh and asked her to run and play for a while. He lowered his head and asked, "How much longer will I grow? This size is really inconvenient. The church is still outside, and it always troubles others. Once, in Iris's side, I was in a daze for a while, and knocked down the door of someone's house while walking... In the Siegfried Federation, there is a war, So many things to do...the church has to build me a house. A new house, made of stone. How can there be such a reason?"

Mikhail picked and complained, and Arnold could understand it, but he didn't have to teach Mikhail a lesson for the thousands of respected rabbis in the church, so he just followed him to the gate of Dorota. , while perfunctory said: "I don't understand this. Maybe it's to frighten the locals and tell them to resist less and cause fewer casualties."

"Is that so?" Mikhail muttered, a little displeased with his attitude, but said nothing—his attention was drawn to a band.He met those musicians who escaped from the Siegfried Federation in Dorota yesterday, and it was he who interceded and asked the guards to let them go and allow them to stay in the city.At this moment, he saw them walking towards the city with a heavy musical instrument case from a distance.By the time the two had passed the inspection and he had a white bonnet, the band was already singing:

"...just as the pear blossoms are blooming all over the sky, and the gentle veil is floating on the river..."

Arnold told him to wait in Central Park.When he came back to his senses, he was a little aggrieved, but after all, he had just done something wrong, so he couldn't continue to complain.Arnold said: "It's not that I don't trust you, but this kind of business is more or less dirty, you know, it's not good. If they recognize you, they will definitely think that I have reported you. Once those people run away, I will stop you." Can't find it anymore."

The violinist raised his head and sang passionately: "...she is singing about her beloved, and she still has a letter from her lover..."

"Okay." Mikhail looked at him seriously, "If you are in trouble, call my name. I can hear it even from the other side of Dorota, and I will pay attention."

Arnold smiled wryly in his heart, but didn't show it. He thanked him for his kindness and went into an alley.

Mikhail was empty-handed, and all the gold coins on his body were coins from the church. He didn’t dare to spend them carelessly, so he walked slowly towards Central Park in the shadow of roadside stalls and small shops along the street. Occasionally, some people complained that the big man squeezed himself into The sun is going down.Yesterday he exchanged a sun gold coin for a bunch of various silver coins, and put them in a small box with the coins that Arnold gave to take back to Lieyang City. I don’t know why when he went out in the morning, he dug out the box and grabbed it again. Putting two silver coins into his pocket, he bought a drink at the moment, but the old woman selling water couldn’t find any change, so he picked two different copper coins from her old cardboard box, thanked him, and went to the central The park found a place to drink lemonade.

The water was still cool, and the honest hostess added a lot of honey, which seemed too sweet in such hot weather.Mikhail was bored thinking about the lemonade at the doctor's house, as well as fresh petals and mint leaves. It was so cool and refreshing that giving a glass of water could even extinguish the doctor's changing emotions.He listened to the music idly for a while, then took out the silver and copper coins to look at, thinking about the gold coins of Oris, Suledes, Federation, Tinaris and Slick in the box.Rollins thought he was a companion who shouldn't be curious, and Arnold thought he was a curious baby who was strictly controlled. He didn't like it.

Adults always take children's face into consideration so hypocritically.Mikhail looked at the girl playing the flute, vomited a long stream of bubbles into the glass, and there was nothing in her pretty eyes.

The band's tune changed two rounds.On a hot day, the band was standing under the shade of a tree, and there were not many people on the road. Except for Mikhail, who was quietly playing with gold coins, there was no one to reward them. However, a group of young people bullied them as foreigners and wanted to ask them to change places. Shade frees up.A group of people almost fought, Mikhail grunted, blinked, and caught a cloud not far away.

Not long after Central Park had cooled down, Arnold arrived.

The wooden medicine chest covered with old cowhide had metal rings on the sides, and the doctor took a belt to buckle it and slung it across his shoulders, all the way.His smile became a little more sincere, and the belt left deep strangle marks on his shoulders, which seemed to be quite rewarding.

Arnold greeted Mikhail from a distance, approached him, and said:

"Keeping you waiting. Right on the edge of the park, the 'Golden Badger' tavern, serving ice, maybe not as cool, but better than nothing. - Sorry, I should have let you in first. It's been hot outside these days .”

"It's okay, I like the sun." Mikhail glanced at the band that was still performing, and stood up.

The restaurant is a small single-storey wooden house with no ceiling. The inside of the steep double-sloped roof has a few lamps hanging from the exposed wooden frame, and the burning candles are relatively expensive essential oils.The windows are small, and the room is shady and cool, with a smooth oily sheen on the wooden tables and chairs.Mikhail followed Arnold and sat down at a window shaded by trees, looking around reservedly and curiously.

Several people were already dining in the store.Arnold told him that Potosi has such a virtue. In the past, there were occasional festivals that required a day or two of fasting, and everyone would honestly observe it. Now it takes 49 days. How can the poor people on monastery and government relief survive, let alone those peasants and workers who do manual labor—most of the latter came to the city because they didn’t have enough to eat. Let them eat this and not that.Everyone should eat, drink, and put everything that can be eaten into their mouths. After you saints are gone, the mayor's family will requisition the house of the city hall for a dance party.

Mikhail couldn't figure out whether Arnold was dissatisfied with the church or the mayor, but he still held his cheek and listened happily, occasionally asking a few boring or even offensive questions and getting answers.

The band's singing came in.This group of people was gathered on the way to escape. There are various musical instruments. The drummer and the violinist cooperate with each other tacitly. There were always mistakes; the accordion was always slacking off, and the boys and girls who sang were loud and soulful.

"...Ah, the song of the singing girl, fly away with the bright sun..."

This is the third round of Katyusha.Mikhail liked it, the first time he heard it this year at the Commonwealth, not because of the girl, but he was often called "the bright sun."Rollins had the old man who played the accordion for him taken out of town.

"What happened to that old man?" Mikhail asked suddenly. "In the city we just occupied, an old man was expelled from the city. What will happen to him?"

Pages in white hoods brought iced ale.Mikhail looked at the two glasses of slightly cloudy golden wine and swallowed.He had never drunk wine, and the saints and priests told him that wine and enjoyment were bad, but the wine was delicious.

Arnold pushed the wine glass towards him, picked up his own glass and took a sip, watching him without opening his mouth for a long time.The doctor's expression was serious and cold, and there was a bit of anger that he didn't know who to send it to.After a while, he said firmly, "He won't survive the night."

The bright red lips of the young knight trembled and pursed.He didn't look terribly disappointed, just very sad.After drinking half a glass of wine in one breath, Mikhail wiped his mouth with the back of his hand like others, and said, "Thank you for your honesty, Arnold."

Arnold smiled slightly and asked him if he would eat mushrooms.This restaurant uses butter, and butter-fried mushrooms do it best.There are only a few dishes that use lard in order to let the rich "understand the people's sentiments" and "change the taste".Mikhail wanted to try it, but was reminded by Arnold that anyone can break the precept, but you can't, this is different from "try not to touch" and "do not indulge in" alcohol. ——Of course, if you want to try it, I promise to keep it secret.

Of course Mikhail will not commit a ban.The doctor has been strictly abiding by the church rules these days, and he didn’t eat anything. Eating too much at once is bad for the stomach. He only ordered a milk pudding, and almost all the stew and roast meat on the table went into Mikhail’s stomach.Mikhail is usually taken care of for three meals, but he doesn't like to eat whatever he likes like this, and he never eats food with such a strong taste.Arnold slowly smashed the pudding in the bowl, and persuaded him that it's okay, you are only 16 years old, you are growing up, and you have a lot of activities, it is good to be able to eat, and it is also important to add salt; and you are now In good shape, but a little on the thin side.Mikhail looked at him, blinked, imitated other customers, reached out to clink glasses with the doctor, drank a swig of ale, and chatted with the doctor about the federal tax reform.

In the sultry air mixed with the smell of incense and food, the low-alcohol ale, the singing of girls and men, and the fat of Potosí cuisine, Mikhail was dizzy and groggy, and for a moment it seemed like Siegfried The spring breeze from the German Federation passed through the wooden window lattice, blowing away the sweat and blond hair on his forehead.

When they walked out of the restaurant, real dark clouds gathered over Dorota like a vortex, and the strong wind made the whole city much quieter.The band quarreled with someone in the park, the violinist with the patch on the inside of his clothes was flushed with anger, and the accordionist who had been fishing in troubled waters bit a gold coin to identify the authenticity.

Arnold didn't stop people, Mikhail was a brave person when he went up. After being discovered, he fled with the gangsters. Halfway through the run, he turned back amidst the suddenly turbulent crowd and the gazes of the musicians who stayed in place. , picked up Arnold, and swept out of the city gate like a ghostly white gale in the valley of August.

Emile had already heard the master's call.She was wandering on the edge of the city wall, and at this moment, she made a perfect drift at the gate of the city. Mikhail grabbed the rein flying in the air, hugged Arnold and jumped on the horse, pretending to be ignorant and leaving behind the chaos he had caused , laughing and rushing to the edge of the coming summer rainstorm.

They returned to Chalek before the rain.Remembering the lesson of the accordion, Mikhail put Arnold down outside the city gate.The Harvest Priest used to drive away floods in flooded areas and bring rain clouds to dry areas, but this time he only delayed for a quarter of an hour for his friend, enough for the doctor to walk to the gate of the city and call a carriage back to the clinic.

Arnold thanked him and told Mikhail not to forget the bones of Ethan and Beto.Before he realized what was happening, Mikhail Kupala suddenly bent down and kissed him on the lips.

The young Sun Knight then got on his horse, pinned the grand white cloak on his right chest, rode Emile and galloped all the way, laughed and jumped over the city wall of Chalek, stepped on the solid road newly built by the mayor, and headed towards the city. Hatchling Abbey ran.

……Hold.Arnold stayed where he was for a while, and then straightened his square glasses, thinking that Rollins' gang of novice nannies hadn't exposed this curious baby to the problems of the world, and they forgot to tell him a key lesson:

Homosexuality is punishable by stoning!

The author says:

Although the two will not be persecuted because of their sexuality, Misha can only drink some soup and light wax before the age of 18 (X)