first commandment

A week passed after that.

One fine morning, the sun was shining.Slein was watering the flowers in the yard, surrounded by lush greenery.

The water gushing out of the plastic water pipe was icy cold, and he couldn't help catching some with his hands, feeling the clear coolness.The water hits the plants and soil, and the collision makes a "click" sound. The smell of grass and soil is mixed in the air, adding a touch of newness to such a bright morning.

For the convenience of activities, he only wore a pair of overalls and a white T-shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his shoulders.The silver chain around his neck swayed with his movements, shining in the sun like drops of water splashed when watering.

Straightening up, he took some water and splashed it on his face.Crystal-like drops of water dotted his flaxen-gray hair and eyelashes like crystals. He blinked, a few drops hit his cheeks, and more water flowed down his face and into his neckline.

Slightly refreshed.

The flowing water was still ticking.Suddenly he heard a "crash", which broke into his ears abruptly in the silence. He turned his head and saw a girl reading a book on a recliner not far away turning a page.

The pink fingertips stayed on the page, as light as a butterfly stopping for a while.

The girl on vacation changed into a uniform school uniform and wore a white suspender dress. Her fair skin, which is not visible on weekdays, was exposed. It matched the white wooden recliner below her, showing a flawless white color. .

She was fascinated by it, her posture was relaxed, and she lay on her back lazily like a white cat.The idling hand was lifted up and wrapped around the back of the head as a pillow, the small pink hand just fell next to the ear, and the golden soft hair was slid between the fingers.

The dense eyelashes trembled slightly, and the focused green eyes were like a crystal clear lake, driven by the plot, there were waves from time to time, and the brows also frowned.

Her figure is slender, narrow and thin, which makes her look extraordinarily fragile, yet very flexible, falling gently on the recliner like a lily.It has a loose hem and layers of pleats reveal the leg below.Starting from the knees, the legs are outside, the shape is just right plump, slender and healthy, the skin is delicate, glowing with a soft luster like pearls.

Flora took out the hand that was under her head and took the iced apple juice that was placed on the low table, but kept her eyes on the paper.

She absent-mindedly sucked the straw in the cup, and the condensed water droplets rolled down from the outside of the glass, landed on her white chest, and then slid into the wide neckline along the slightly developed curve.She moved and adjusted into a more comfortable position, crossing her legs.

The most vivid thing is the pair of small feet, delicate and small, like a carefully carved part, and the craftsman who made it delicately dyed a little pink on the joints.The skin on the instep is very white, the heel is round and full, and has a deeper rose color than the ankle.It is a smooth arc from the center of the foot to the sole of the foot, and it also has the same color.

Her toes were like a few plump fruits, unconsciously sometimes stretched and sometimes tensed.It moves like a living creature with a soul.

Slein withdrew his gaze, and washed his face with cold water again.

But when he looked up at Flora again, she was no longer reading in the chair.The crimson hardcover book was spread out on the chair, and its owner dropped it and walked along the gravel path barefoot.

The blond girl walked up to Slein, put the glass of apple juice in his hand, and pointed the straw in his direction.

"Thirsty? Drink." Her smile was dazzling.

Slein's movements froze.

The water on the wall of the cup slid down his wrist to his arm, not as cold as he imagined.He suddenly remembered the drops of water that dripped on her chest just now.

Suddenly flustered, he quickly lowered his head and took a sip of the juice inside.Then I turned my gaze and saw her tiny little feet.

The area they were in was soaked with water, and her feet were wet, with bits of grass and mud.

"Why don't you wear shoes?" He couldn't help asking, "It's quite cold on the ground."

It was a good question, Flora had a smirk on her lips, and stepped forward a few steps to step on his foot.

To keep her balance, her arms were wrapped around his neck.It was obviously a meaningful action, but she did it like a child on a swing.

She didn't answer Slein's question just now, but only asked, "Is it good?"

Slein was a little dazed by her series of questions, and replied in a daze: "It's delicious...it's sweet."

Flora also smiled sweetly.

"I miss you so much, don't I?" she said. "You should reward me."

"award?"

"Hmm..." She pretended to think for a while, her eyes rolled cleverly, "For example...how about a kiss."

She said, getting closer and clinging to him.

"I like it when you kiss me," she tilted her head up, very obediently, "I like it very much."

……

He felt he had no reason to refuse.

So he slightly lowered his head and kissed her half-open lips, like kissing a flower that was just about to bloom.

Her lips were so soft that they seemed to melt away in her mouth.The tip of her tongue licked his lips, he opened his eyes, and saw her eyes shining, reflecting him in them.

He tasted a hint of refreshing sweetness, cool, maybe because of the iced drink he just drank.

Still thinking that she hadn't eaten enough, she poked in along the crack of his lips, and the arms around his neck tightened a bit.He also took her waist and hugged her tightly, closing his eyes and sinking into her warm body fragrance.

"Um……"

Finally Flora had enough, and gave a very relieved snort.She nimbly slipped out of his arms and jumped off his feet.

She wiped her lips with the back of her hand and snatched the cup from him.Then he trotted back to the reclining chair with quick movements, lay down and opened the book again.

Slein, who was left on the spot, held the plastic water pipe that was still dripping in his hand, and he was in a daze for a while before he came back to his senses.

Her somewhat rapid breathing still echoed in her ears, and the touch of her lips and teeth mingling also remained in her mind.

I didn't notice when I lost my mind just now, the water from the pipe was poured all over my body, and my trousers were all wet.The same was true for Flora, her waist was wet with water, revealing some white fabric and light blue prints under the skirt.

……

Slein took a deep breath, turned around and turned off the tap.

……

Slein had a very strange dream that night.

In the dream, there was a girl whose face could not be seen clearly, dressed in a white wedding dress, slowly fell from a height, like a white goldfish stretching its figure in the water.

The girl fell into the arms of a man, was firmly caught by him, and held tightly in his arms.The man's facial features were also blurred, but it could be seen that he was much older than her, but there was a cheerful smile of a young man on his face.

Looking at this scene, inexplicably, a warm sense of happiness permeated his chest.

"Have you regretted it?"

He heard the girl ask the man.

But before he heard the man's answer, his eyes suddenly turned, and he fell into the darkness.

...Where is this place?

He stretched out his hand in doubt, and touched something like a wooden board.

From the other end of the plank there were intermittent cries, which sounded unreal.

【……no no no. 】

It was a woman's voice, piercing.

[Don't take him away, don't take him away, don't take him away! 】

She repeated in vain, and the meaningless words pierced through his body and mind like a cold awl for some reason, making him feel cold all over.

Fear gradually rose with the woman's spell, his heart beat faster, and other senses became much more sensitive in the darkness.

He felt cold and oppressed.Touching his body, it also had the same wooden feel, and he guessed that he was probably in a wooden box.

Shouldn't...

A horrible thought seized him.He suddenly fell into endless fear, and the cold chill climbed up his back like a beast.

Then, as if catering to his conjecture, with a "salad", a handful of soil was spilled on the wooden board above.

[...Take me away with you. 】

He heard the woman say this, her voice was much closer than before.

Someone was scratching at the board covering him, it must be her.She was crying non-stop, sobbing, her tears pattering on the wooden boards.Her voice was bleak when she was sobbing, as bleak as the biting winter wind, echoing in a pitch-black dry forest.

He didn't know who she was, but when he heard her crying, he was inexplicably hurt by her sorrow.He wanted to know who she was, to appease her heart-piercing cries.So he used all his strength to push away the barrier that separated the two, but his body was completely uncontrollable and remained motionless.

……

Could it be true...

He finally confirmed his situation:

He lay in a coffin, dead.

Just then the woman ceased her futile work of scratching at the board.

She probably pressed her face against the wooden board, but this time her voice sounded very real.

she says:

[Don't go, Slein. 】

……

He lay there, lifted up by endless swirling terror and shock.He felt hypoxic and his mind went blank, because this time he finally heard clearly:

That was clearly Flora's voice.

"—!!"

Slein opened his eyes suddenly, and then sat up from the bed almost like jumping up.

Flora who was sleeping on the side with the teddy bear woke up, rubbed her eyes in a daze, and got out of the bed.

"What's wrong? Did you have a nightmare?"

She blinked her sleepy eyes, threw the bear in her arms aside, and approached Slein who was still in a state of confusion.

After waiting for a while, her voice finally reached him.He nodded belatedly, then stretched out his arms, slowly pressing her against his chest.

Feeling the solidity and warmth in his arms, he finally felt relieved and let out a long sigh.

"What's the matter?" Flora wrapped her arms around his back and patted him comfortingly, "Obviously I was scared after reading horror novels, so I asked you to come to sleep together, but it turned out that you had a nightmare."

In the confusion, Slein organized his language.

"...I dreamed that I was dead."

Flora was silent for a moment, and touched his arched back: "...that is really scary."

Slein lowered his head and buried his face in the crescent of her neck, which was filled with the sweet fragrance of flowers.He shook his head, and said in a muffled voice:

"No...that's not the scariest thing."

"What is the scariest thing?"

"you."

"..."

Flora fell silent again, and the movement of patting him on the back also stopped.

Slein couldn't help but continued:

"In the dream, you cried very sadly and scratched my coffin board."

"……puff."

Flora couldn't hold back, and burst out laughing.He was a little dissatisfied, and hugged her tightly.She was strangled to the itch and couldn't stop laughing.

"It's all about what!" she said.

Slein also recovered a bit, and the chill that surrounded his body when he just woke up was also dispelled by the small heat source that kept moving in his arms.His own words did sound absurd, and he couldn't help laughing together:

"Dreams are always illogical."

"But scratching the coffin board is also..." She felt a little gloomy as she spoke, and she restrained her smile. "It's scary. Fortunately, it's just a dream."

"Ah."

He didn't know how to describe the feeling of suffocation in the dream.When the two lay down again, Flora threw the bear aside.She got into his quilt directly and listened to him recall the content of the dream just now:

"Flora in the dream is the princess, and I am your knight."

"It's so romantic, like a fairy tale." Flora commented.

"It's not a fairy tale." His expression was a little sad. "We are all unhappy, and there is something missing in our hearts. We are only satisfied when we are with each other."

"Well...it's the same now." She said softly.

He continued:

"Then I died in the dream and you were crying because...you couldn't bear to lose me."

But what is the use of crying?The wooden board that separates two people is probably the strongest barrier in the world, and it cannot be destroyed no matter how hard you try.

He is here, she is there.So simple, so brutal.

The deadline is forever.

"..."

Probably feeling the endless loneliness and desolation, Flora fell silent.

After a long time, her soft voice sounded in a dark room:

"...What a terrible dream."

"Um……"

She couldn't imagine how much it would hurt to lose him.

Fortunately, it was just a dream... She repeated it in her heart, clinging to him with some force, guarding her treasure like a greedy dragon.

Slein likes her who is so greedy. Her eyes and movements fully reveal her demands and dependence on him, making him feel that she is needed and valuable.The vacant part in his heart was filled, and he understood that they were irreplaceable to each other.

He recalled ten years ago, when they first met.

Not long after he moved next door, he came to visit Flora's house with his father.Her family was friendly and invited the two of them to tea in the living room.

Children are not interested in adults' topics at all.He was only nine years old that year, so of course he couldn't sit still on the soft sofa cushions.The careful master found out, and told him to go around the yard, saying that his little daughter was playing there.

After receiving the verbal pass, he immediately ran to the backyard.

It was a sunny afternoon.The new green color in spring is full of layers, with different shades.The anemone is in full bloom, and the melancholy and mysterious blue-purple casts a spell on this small and delicate garden, turning it into a mysterious forest in the middle ages in the story.

The knight led the white horse to the clear river, and a girl in a light blue dress sat among the dense flowers on the river bank. She was holding a wreath of purple and white flowers, which had just been half-made.Her side face is focused, and her complexion is translucent porcelain white.The eyelashes fluttered up and down like the wings of a golden butterfly, and the pink lips were pursed into a line.

That's how he saw her.Among the flowers, she turned her back to him, and there were two white butterflies fluttering around her.

The line between reality and fantasy is blurred for a moment.

Hearing the sound of footsteps, the girl's fingers knitting stopped.Turning around, her eyes met his.

——It was a pair of green eyes that made him feel very familiar.

[I found her. 】

——That was the first thought that came to mind.

He was only eight years old that year, but looking back now, probably since then, he has a vague feeling:

The girl in front of him who looked like an elf from a fairy tale was the fragment that could fill the gap in his heart.It had been lost for a long time, but now it finally returned to his eyes.

Seeing his dazed expression, she suddenly raised a smile, and said without any timidity:

"Hi, my name is Flora, what's your name?"

"Srain...Srain Troyet," he replied.

"Um... so, Slein, are you looking for something?"

Seeing his confused expression, she couldn't help but ask suspiciously.

"……I'm looking for you."

He said.

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synopsis from the lyrics

Erinnerstdudichnoch? Do you remember

ErinnerstdudichnochandeinWortdasdumir you remember what you said to me

gegebenhast? What else?

Erinnerstdudichnoch? Do you remember

ErinnerstdudichnochandenTagAndemdumir remember you from that day

DieRuinenstadtistimmernochschön is still beautiful

Ichwartelange Zeitaufdeine Rückkehr I've been here waiting for your return

inderHandeinVergissmeinnicht clutching the forget-me-not

That's all.

I have a lot of dissatisfaction, but my level is limited, so I try my best.

At the end of the second semester of the junior year, there are complicated affairs. It is really embarrassing to update every ten days and a half months if there is a disagreement.

So thank you very much, dear readers, for your patience!mwah!What do you think of this story?I don't know if what I want to express has been conveyed. (picking fingers

Next, let’s start talking about the demon next door, Asachel, who is calling your comrades, very free yourself...you will know a brand new me (.

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