He won't coquetry anyone. I won't show my weakness to others. In the eyes of others, he may have no weakness.
In fact, Charles is really a child, and he also has children's naughty and dependence. He had hoped that Sebastian would fail in the competition because he thought it was very interesting. He used to play with Mrs. Hong, although that was a thing of the past.
At the same time, however, he is much more mature than any other child. It usually takes a lot of courage for him to deal with all aspects. He usually has great determination. I remember Charles once said: those who defile the queen's land, I will block my family seal and all my honors, and I will do my best to stop them. I came back not for revenge, but to make the person who humiliated me suffer the same shame. I'm waiting for them to kill me ...
The memorial service was not vigorous, but it was enough to move me. It used to be obvious that there was love between the demon deacon and the noble teenager-
If that's love!
If on that dark night, Charles didn't have such an arrogant soul who refused to give in to the ferocious faces around him, didn't meet Sebastian in a desperate struggle, and didn't give up everything, including his soul, to take revenge, then all the stories wouldn't have a beginning.
-Revenge by the devil's hand, at the expense of your own soul.
Charles walked on the road of revenge and redemption with profound hatred, and could not see any hope and future in the gray sky.
Fortunately, he has always had Sebastian by his side, and you, the devil deacon who always smiles and responds.
The relationship between master and servant, which should have been pure, slowly began to produce fetters in the sun, moon and stars.
This is a more powerful force than contract. Yes, the so-called employment contract is just an excuse. The real guardian of the devil to his master is only because of this fetter.
For Sebastian, what he really wants to do may just be to stay with Charles and watch how this teenager, who is only 13 years old, tries his best to achieve his goal and exert his strength that even adults have no. Look at how this teenager doesn't worry, don't dawdle, don't look back, just stubbornly move forward. Look at how this teenager struggled in a completely dark corner and let his soul blossom the most gorgeous flowers.
Sebastian doesn't know love. As you said, you are just a demon and a deacon. You just learned to be indifferent and escape in a long time. You can't lie, so many times you don't understand-in fact, lying is sometimes for healing.
But I remember you standing on the roof with Deacon Bai. After you left, you watched Charles' eyes struggle alone in the fire and pain.
Such gentle and beautiful eyes, but also so desperate.
Yes, you know that at the end of the story, no one can escape the fate set at the beginning. Charles will quietly dedicate your soul to you with the feeling that everything is over, just like the contract is set. And you will only continue to look for the next delicious soul after enjoying it.
That boy is just a passer-by to you, even if he accidentally falls in love with you or you accidentally fall in love with him in the company day after day. He is just a passer-by.
But why did you look at him after you left? Just like you have done many times for a long time, look at him quietly with tenderness and tolerance? Maybe, like you said, it's just part of the plan. But maybe, as a little hope in my heart, you will feel pain for that child. ...
You may or may not have loved Charles, but I'm still sorry for the illusory tenderness in your eyes when you look at Charles.
I think Charles is also miserable, because he really loved you, because your every move, your turn, your departure, and everything about you are like a huge wave, destroying everything else in his heart.
Perhaps it is the tragic color of the previous 23 words, and I can already greet your ending indifferently in the uneasy calm. Because you know, no matter what happens, you all love each other.
I saw you fly to Charles in the war with angels, shielding him from the deadly angel feathers. I see your mess, but I still don't want Charles to see your mess. I saw you bend your lips slightly to Charles after the battle.
I heard your voice gently say to Charles, can you close your eyes, hear you jump into the river to save him, say, "I'm just a deacon in front of you anyway", and hear your last wry smile. ...
You are sitting on the boat with your eyes half closed, and your beautiful thoughts are floating around.
Charles finally let go of everything, and the conversation between you was peaceful and quiet enough to keep me warm.
After so many conflicts and struggles, you and I have come to an end.
I heard Charles say, "It hurts me. Please engrave this living pain firmly in my soul."
I heard you say "yes, my Lord" for the last time.
It suddenly occurred to me that in your long life, one day after a long time,
In those rainy days, when the wind blows, leaves are everywhere, in the snow everywhere,
Maybe there is thick ice on the river, or you just watched a fireworks.
Do you remember the flower that really existed in your life, the flower that once bloomed so hard and beautifully?
Did you think of you in a short time? I know this time is too short for you, and you can't live forever. You used to be a boy's deacon.
He has beautiful dark green hair, your hand touches his cheek, you tie his shoelaces, take care of his clothes and make black tea.
You once told him with a smile that he was cute when he was entangled in clothes.
He has a pair of beautiful eyes, one is clear blue, and he stares at you with sharp firmness and slight feelings; The other is gentle light purple, engraved with the contract with you.
You've seen those eyes that have always been safe in the face of returning home, and finally they opened slightly, in order to finally remember your face.
Will it hurt you?
Will it be in your abdomen, your chest, your left arm and your back? They are like wounds healed after tearing, swollen and painful for wet and sad water stains.
Will warmth and acidity flow from the heart to the whole body of the limbs at the same time and converge into such a lingering wound?
You have completed the original journey. Who fell in love with whom? Whose accident was this?
The memory of jointing that goes deep into the bone marrow, together with the uncontrollable pain that has grown wildly, takes you to the final and initial way home.
You are eternal in my heart.
Sebastian showed the deep red in his eyes, and Charles raised his face at the last minute. Deep in his blue eyes, there is a calm ocean.
Life and death are just a boundary between you. At the last minute, I knew you were together.
Never mind the so-called forever, the so-called possession.
Such a clear and clear engraving of the soul may be better than the unknown and untouchable tomorrow.
This is a story of flowers blooming. At the end of the story, we saw the boy named Charles smile for the first time.
-The flowers over there are in bloom, thanks. Whose voice is gentle and lonely, at that little lonely moment?