Add Bookmark | Recommend this book | Back to the book page | My bookshelf | Mobile Reading

Free Web Novel,Novel online - All in oicq.net -> Comics -> Travel alone

Volume 10 Bug Chapter 147 Eternal Curse, the person I was supposed to be but no longer am

Previous page        Return to Catalog        Next page

    Chapter 147: Eternal Curse, the person I was supposed to be but no longer am

    At this moment, I was standing alone in front of the counter of Santa's bakery, silently looking at the lovely girl named "Marian Santa".

    Every five minutes and 12 seconds, this diligent bakery girl will remove a plate of bread that has been on display for the longest time from the container, then open the oven behind her and take out a plate of freshly baked bread.  Come on, put it back in the empty space in the container.  Whenever she opens the oven door, a few flickering sparks will appear inside, flying and circling among the tips of her flaxen hair. The flames in the oven reflect her eyes as warm as the sun and as clear as the moon.  bright.

    After rearranging the bread, she would stand aside and carefully look at the neat and bright containers, and then nod with a smile on her face, as if she was very satisfied with the results of her work.

    And during the rest of the time, she would lie on the counter, support her cheeks with her hands, and look out the window at the sky with a faint smile of happiness and longing on her face.  If it happens to be noon at this time, the clear sunshine will flow through the transparent window and quietly shine on the girl's sweet smile, just like the spring light, thus urging a wild daisy in the corner to bloom, so the whole house will be bright and bright.  Even the onlookers standing aside were moved by the reflection

    Just after I bought snacks for the elf boy Legsis, Marianne tried to persuade me to stay.  I still remember that her pretty face was red at that time, her eyes were lowered and she was too shy to look at me. She grabbed the apron on her chest with both hands and rubbed it back and forth awkwardly.

    "Sir" Her voice was low and soft, but as crisp as a green apple, "I have something I want to ask you for help. You know, little Ligasis lost his  It wasn't a big deal at first, but" She bit her lip and glanced up at me timidly, "but, I tied a handkerchief to the basket.  That handkerchief is very important to me, I would like to ask you can you help me find it"

    "Looking at your attire, I can tell that you must be a great adventurer. It is an insult to you to ask you to do this trivial thing. But that handkerchief is really important to me. I am willing to do it for you.  It pays you seventy-five silver coins, and you can choose between blueberry bread and vanilla bread as your extra reward.¡±

    I accepted this task.

    I never knew before that being able to work hard for someone - even if it's just a small thing - can make people feel so proud and so happy.  She shouldn't have thanked me at all. On the contrary, I simply didn't know how to thank her. I was grateful that she had given me such a precious opportunity to serve her with my little bravery.

    A strange joy hit my heart, making me want to run wildly and shout, as if if I didn't vent like this, my whole body would explode with happiness.  My heart was filled with a passion that made me feel more motivated than at this moment.

    If I have any regrets, it is that this task is too simple.  How can I reflect her value in my mind just by snatching her handkerchief from the mouth of a vicious dog?  I hope to challenge an evil dragon for her and bring the infinite wealth buried in the ground to her; I hope to conquer a castle for her and engrave her name on the city wall in the most beautiful font; even,  I am willing to single-handedly challenge the majesty of the last king Darendir for her, defeat this tyrannical monarch, and give her a peaceful and peaceful world.

    Yes, I think I am under an unsolvable curse, which makes me willing to give everything I have: wealth, courage, strength, honoreven life, in exchange for her short and precious smile.  .  And I believe that the more I sacrifice for her, the happier I will feel.

    I killed the vicious dog without much effort. The easy process really made me regretful.  When I found it, it had torn the entire carrier to pieces.  Fortunately, I found the handkerchief on a fragment of the basket handle.

    It was an apricot-yellow silk handkerchief, embroidered with red silk thread.

    The two letters "j.k", with a warm heart-shaped pattern embroidered behind the letters - this seems to be someone's initials, but it is obviously not Marianne Santa's.

    No matter who this person is, I envy him, I envy him, I curse him and bless him.  His name has been held in the palms of a pair of gentle little hands for such a long time, caressing and protecting her. I hope he is worthy of this happy honor, and I hope he can give the girl enough reward.

    ?????????????????????????????????????????????????]?I stuffed it into my magic backpack casually, but held it tightly in my hand from beginning to end - the soft touch reminded me of its owner's warm and dexterous little hands.  And just like that, I brought it back to Marianne¡¯s bakery.

    However, just when I was about to hand the handkerchief back to the lovely girl, I hesitated.

    You know, whenever someone comes to this bakery, Marianne will probably only say three words to him.  When you first come in, she will look at you with a smile on her face and say to you: "Welcome, do you need anything?" If you really buy a few pastries from her, she will be sincere  He would like to say to you: "Thank you for your patronage." In most cases, most people who come to this bakery will leave empty-handed. At this time, this gentle girl will also greet you earnestly: "  Hope you will come again next time.

    Only when she saw me would she eagerly ask me: "Sir, have you found my handkerchief?" And every time she got a negative answer from me, she would always sigh in disappointment.  Then he begged me in a low voice: "I hope you can find it as soon as possible. This is very important to me."

    Yes, these words can only be spoken when she is facing me, which makes me feel that for this lovely girl, I am a special existence and can be treated differently by her-every time  Thinking about this and feeling this brings me incredible satisfaction and joy.

    I had a premonition that when I returned the handkerchief to the girl and ended the trust relationship between me and her, it would all be over.  I was no longer the adventurer she had placed her hopes and hopes on, no longer the object of her inquiries and entreaties.  From now on, I will receive her eternal welcome and farewell like the countless people who have entered this bakery.

    To her, I will no longer be special.

    How can I accept this?  How could I just cut off the only bond between me and her and become one of the countless strangers in her life?

    I really hope that everything that is happening now can stay like this forever and make me the only special case in her eyes.  Even if I can't leave my name in her heart and hands like that enviable lucky man, at least I can still be mentioned by that beautiful girl again and again, and I can also get things that others can never get.  Two greetings.

    I must be crazy, this is such a selfish and greedy extravagant hope, and it is such a small and humble comfort.  I don¡¯t know whether this crazy idea is the only life-saving straw that saves my soul, or a sinful black hand that pushes my humanity into the abyss of depravity.

    At that time, I just stood in front of her, holding the handkerchief tightly in my hand, struggling and resisting in my heart, and I hesitated and remained silent for a long time.

    In the end, I put the handkerchief back into Marianne's hands: after all, I was still unable to resist her two clear eyes of expectation, let alone let her down for my selfish desires.  I regretted it the moment the handkerchief left my hand - in fact, before I made up my mind, I already knew that I would regret it, because I knew that no matter what the decision was, it would eventually be a decision that would make me sad.  A decision that I will forever regret.

    After getting the handkerchief back, Marianne pressed it tightly to her chest with both hands and thanked me repeatedly, with a happy smile on her face.  I believe that it was the most beautiful smile I have ever seen, but unfortunately, I can never recall what she looked like at that time.  Looking back, her smile at that time was as bright and shining as the sun, which was dazzling.  At that moment, I suddenly felt that if I could make her smile so beautifully even for a moment, no matter how much I paid for it or how long I regretted it, it was worth it.

    I thought that this would be the end of it. After a grateful farewell, I would walk out the door and never look back. I would become one of the countless strangers in her life and disappear.  I don¡¯t know if she can still think of me when her warm little hands touch that handkerchief again, and how much more of me can she think of?  But I know that I will never forget her, I can't forget her

    Yes, if everything ends like this, I will leave with a sour and sweet memory. For me, this may be a good ending.

    You know, sometimes a vague and plain longing is far happier than a clear and sharp disappointment.

    However, people who live in it often cannot help but pursue the latter - which is why there are always more disappointments than happiness in this world.

    Like so many fragile and stupid people in this world who have been stung by the cruel reality, when Marianne Santa stopped me again,?Made a bad decision - I stayed.

    "Sir" She held the apricot-yellow handkerchief tightly in her hand and looked at me sincerely and a little shyly, "Thank you for finding this handkerchief. Without you, I would never have found it."  I simply don¡¯t know what to do. Please accept this meager reward, even though it is far less than the kindness you have shown me.¡±

    As she spoke, she put seventy-five silver coins in my hand, and took them out with a blueberry bread and a vanilla bread, waiting for my choice.

    I chose vanilla bread. The soft and sweet taste always reminds people of the skillful hands that made it.

    "Besides" She bit her lip gently, lowering her head as if she didn't dare to look at me. Her cheeks seemed to be reflecting the fire, blooming a layer of delicate red, "if it's convenient for you,  Can you please do me one more favor? I have another handkerchief here" As she spoke, she took out a pink silk handkerchief from the small handbag beside her and rubbed it nervously in her hands.  Similar to the original handkerchief, I also saw two lovely letters embroidered with gold thread on the corner of this handkerchief: "m.s".

    "Can you help me give it to someone? Please hand it over to that person with your own hands, and can you keep the password secret for me? Oh, I really don't know. Please help me do this.  I don't know if it's okay, but you're the only person I know who can help me. I can't tell you who I'm going to give this handkerchief to, unless you give me your word. Until I get your word, I swear.  I won¡¯t reveal a single word¡­¡±

    I thought I would be jealous, but I wasn¡¯t. Everything happened so naturally, as if it was the way it should be.

    In fact, when I saw the two letters "j.k" on that handkerchief, I had already anticipated the existence of such a person, but I had been holding back and not thinking about it, just pretending that I didn't know  Affection.  Before that, I still had a sense of luck in my heart, hoping that these fogs covering the facts would never dissipate before my eyes.  We all know the laws of this world, don¡¯t we: everything you don¡¯t see, you don¡¯t hear, and you don¡¯t come into contact with is not a fact and has never happened, no matter how likely it is to happen.

    If this is true, I hope it never happens.  But when it really happens, who do I have to be jealous?

    All I have is a heart full of bitterness.

    I accepted the task and solemnly promised Marianne that I would personally deliver the handkerchief to anyone she wanted to give it to and never mention it to a second person - I must be crazy, I  How could you really accept this mission?  Even if anyone in the world could easily accomplish it, that person would definitely not be me.  It was an impossible task, and I was afraid that I would die of a broken heart before I could complete it¡ªyes, I would!

    However, I accepted it.

    I couldn't refuse even a small request from that girl, I couldn't resist her sincere eyes, I couldn't resist her pleading voice, the most ordinary words from her mouth seemed to be destined to become a fate that I couldn't get rid of, except for accepting  , I have no other choice.

    ¡°When I fulfilled Marianne¡¯s request, she named the man.

    That is a name that I am familiar with. I have heard people mention it hundreds of times a day, and I have mentioned it countless times. I originally thought that this name was just an ordinary symbol, representing a  An ordinary life.  What I never imagined was that this mediocre name would one day become my nightmare and the abyss of my despair.

    "Can you please deliver it to the city gate guard Jeffries Kidd?" Marianne whispered to me softly.

    There was a thunderbolt in the clear sky, and everything was dark in front of me!

    Why him?

    Or: Why me?

    ¡°No matter who Marianne wants to give this handkerchief to, it can¡¯t bring about a deeper despair in my heart.

    Because that¡¯s the person I was supposed to be but no longer is.

    "J.K", yes, I should have known. In this remote town, apart from him - the body I once abandoned, where is the second damn "J.K"?

    I feel a desperate pain in my heart, and I don¡¯t expect you to understand this pain.  I personally deprived myself of the happiness that belonged to me, but this cannot be blamed on anyone, and it cannot even make me regret or blame myself.  I'm angry, but I don't know who to hate; I'm wronged, but I don't know how to express it.  I have no way to relieve the pain in my heart. I can only let it press hard in my heart, fill my chest, and push me away.Every inch of breath that enters becomes a cruel sharp blade, piercing into my soul.

    I suddenly began to understand why I was so infatuated with Marianne when I saw her for the first time.  Originally I thought this was the legendary "love at first sight", but now I think it's not the case.  I didn't just develop such a strong love. The fire was already hidden in my heart and has never been extinguished. It just became blazing again the moment I first saw her.

    I can no longer remember how I left the bakery. That afternoon, I was just a lost passerby on the busy road in Campnavia.  For a moment, I really wanted to find a familiar friend and tell him the sadness in my heart, but at the same time, I didn't want to see anyone or say one more word to anyone.

    How should I tell them?

    I fell in love with a girl who belonged to me. Before I fell in love with her, I had already lost her.  This story only makes people feel funny, how can it be sad?

    However, in my opinion, the greatest tragedy in the world is probably nothing more than this.

    At the gate of the city, I once again faced that person, the man named "Gate Guard Jeffries Kidd". At the same time, I also faced the part of my life that I had abandoned.  When I faced him before, I had emotions and melancholy, but mostly I was happy.  I am glad that I got rid of this repetitive life with no end in sight, found an independent and free soul, and found a life that I can control and develop by myself.

    But today, should I still be happy?

    If I had not woken up and left at that time, then the lucky person standing here now, waiting for a kind person to deliver this gift of love to his arms would be myself - what a luxury it would be.  Happiness!

    Looking at the face in front of me that was exactly the same as mine, I suddenly felt a sense of fear.  I once thought that I had gotten rid of him forever, and got rid of this life of a city gate guard. From now on, I am me, and he is him. We are two lives that will never overlap again. In this way, we have different lives.  trajectory.

    But have I really gotten rid of him?

    Because of his existence, I have lost Marianne forever.  I don¡¯t know if I have lost anything else because of him in my previous life journey, and what else I will lose because of him in the future life.  When I left here and became who I am now, I was free.  I have always thought that I was an unconstrained life escaping from the omnipresent divine rules of the Supreme God, and I was deeply proud of this.

    Perhaps what I don't know is that while I am getting carried away with this, the omnipresent eyes of the Supreme God are already watching me mockingly, because my so-called "freedom" has become under the control of His divine rules.  I have a curse that I will never be able to shake off for the rest of my life.  I will never know where or when this shadow that I once got rid of will reappear in front of me, cutting off my journey in this way, cutting my life into pieces, and leaving me bruised and bruised.  Simply irresistible.

    All of this was already doomed when I took the first step to leave.

    When I delivered the handkerchief to the hands of this Jefferys Kidd, he took my hand excitedly and said to me loudly: "Thank you, sir, I have been waiting for its arrival."

    The enthusiastic and happy expression of this young man made me feel sad, and then I was in a trance, as if I saw a hint of meaningful weirdness in his smile:

    What has he been waiting for?  Just this handkerchief?  Or is it all of this?
Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report