Chapter 107 Your Name
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Hua Shui Jun
Chapter 107 Your Name
As night falls, the starlight that spans light years is purified by the rain, and reappears incomparably pure and gorgeous. Those starlights are reflected in the small puddles accumulated in the ancient streets and courtyards, embellishing the wet ground into a mysterious place. starry sky.
In the six-storey building of the orphanage, the restaurant on the second floor has now become a banquet hall. At this moment, a dinner party is being held here.
When it comes to the grand scale of the banquet, this dinner obviously cannot be compared with the Hogwarts opening dinner or the Halloween dinner, but when it comes to the degree of excitement, this banquet is even worse.
As the second half of the banquet progressed, Amosta, who was originally the focus of everyone, was gradually left aside. The children, who could not enjoy such a rich food even on Christmas, walked briskly, and they shuttled across the table. Among the tables filled with delicious fried steaks, grilled sausages, potato pies, panna cotta, and various fruit juices, the smiles on the immature cheeks are more beautiful than the blooming tulips.
Amosta leaned on the wooden railing of the stairs, watching the scene in front of him with a gentle expression.
His eyes shifted, and when the focus of his sight fell on the smiling figure who was having dinner with the children, his eyelids trembled imperceptibly, and a strange color flashed in his eyes.
This is a gentle and comfortable lady.
Dressed in a simple off-white dress that just covered her knees, long emerald green hair of the same color as her eyes was smoothly draped over her shoulders, and her fair skin glowed imperceptibly under the not too bright light. Amosta could still vaguely smell the fresh breath lingering by the river, even if they were tens of feet away.
Misty and cloudy, graceful and graceful -- this is Amosta's evaluation of her.
To be honest, Amosta, who travels between two worlds and has extensive knowledge, has never seen such a graceful lady.
Ms. Vitya Hill, who was a volunteer in the orphanage, seemed to have noticed Amosta's gaze. She turned her head to look at Amosta beside the stairs and nodded, with a smile on her lips.
Amosta also responded with a smile, and then, while everyone was not paying attention, turned and walked up the stairs.
Upstairs, the bustling noise on the second floor can still be heard. Amosta walked in the dark corridor with a blank expression, his eyes darting around, and knocking on the wall from time to time to judge whether the quality of this dormitory is acceptable. Before I knew it, I had reached the top floor.
Through a steel ladder next to a laundry room, Amosta climbed to the roof and walked to the guardrail.
The view from the top of the building is not too wide, because the rows of low buildings on the opposite side and on both sides block most of the scenery around the orphanage. Fortunately, it is far away from the troubles here, and the lights are dim, so the starry sky is still bright.
Amosta rested his arms on the railing, raised his head and stared at the night sky quietly. After an unknown amount of time, a cool night wind blew across his face. Amosta narrowed his eyes and took out the Get out a cigarette.
Smoking was Amosta's habit in his last life, and he was still addicted to smoking at that time, but since he came to this world, he has successfully quit this bad habit after experiencing infancy, infancy, and childhood again, and also No plans to pick it up again.
However, when he was in a bad mood, he would still take out a cigarette and sniff the aroma of tobacco.
Suddenly there were crisp footsteps on the steel ladder behind him. Amosta crushed the cigarette in his hand and threw it into the wind, then turned around and looked. It shook for a moment.
"Mrs. Reagan told me that every time you come back here, you like to be alone on the rooftop for a long time—"
Vitia walked to Amosta with graceful steps, handed over the coat,
"It seems that you are a quiet person, Mr. Blaine."
"thanks,"
Amosta took the coat, but didn't put it on. He looked at Vitia, who was wearing low-heeled sandals, but still looked tall, and said with a casual smile,
"You're welcome, Miss Hill, just call me Amosta."
Although she tried her best to conceal it, there were still some other emotions in Vitia's pure eyes.
Every day she worked in the orphanage, she could hear the children here express their desire for the return of this young man in an expectant tone. As time passed, it was inevitable that they would be curious.
"I heard from Mrs. Reagan and the children that you solved the problem of the little ones here going to school. It's amazing, Miss Hill. Those officials who eat vegetarian food and the same greedy staff in the same school are not easy to deal with. How do you do it? to all of this?"
Amosta glanced across Vitia's eyes and hair, and asked with a smile.
"Actually, I'm not as good as you think, Bray Amosta. I just asked my father for some help. He is a professor at the University of London and has some friendship with some government officials. Although it is trivial, but Fortunately, the problem is not complicated—"
Amosta nodded irresistibly. He looked away and looked down at the street where not many people could be seen below. Although he was expressing his gratitude, he spoke in a calm tone.
"Anyway, Miss Hill, I still have to thank you for the children."
The two stood leaning on a railing, and in the deep night, they were clearly acquainted for the first time, but they were talking in a tone that they were very familiar with each other.
"--When I was here, the environment in the courtyard was much worse than it is now. In summer, the room was too dull to accommodate people. We could only spread mats in the courtyard, while enduring the backward drainage system here. Breed out many mosquitoes while trying to sleep.
In winter, due to the lack of funds to repair the doors, windows and cracked walls, the room leaks everywhere. Those biting cold winds cannot be resisted by a thin bedding. In order not to be frozen to death, several of us will huddle on one bed, rustling Tremblingly looking forward to the dawn.
A lot of kids my age have completely disconnected from the orphanage after they left, and I understand that behavior, because the orphanage has brought them too many unpleasant memories—”
Amosta talked about the past, the topic was very abrupt, but Vitia did not show any surprise, she pursed her lips and asked,
"Mrs. Reagan told me that you went to a boarding school and, I heard, your parents registered you before you were born."
Amosta rubbed her fingers and smiled casually,
"I spent my entire teenage years there. It was a very good school. The food was delicious and people could sleep well. Well, you, Ms. Hill, you must have grown up in a better environment than the one below. How superior are these children?"
Vitia raised the messy hair in front of her eyes, did not answer Amosta's question directly, but said in an ethereal voice,
"Actually, it's not as good as you imagined."
Amosta nodded slightly, but did not speak any more.
The two stood side by side, staring at the deepening night, and the silence was accompanied by an unspeakable depression.
From the beginning to the end, no child came up to look for Amosta or Vitya. These shrewd little guys also had their own thoughts. They and the staff quietly cleaned up the messy restaurant and returned to the room. Hiding under the covers, laughing and discussing Brother Amosta and Miss Vitia on the rooftop.
The lights in the houses on both sides of the street went out one by one, and in the end, except for the dim yellow of the two rows of street lamps, everything was quiet.
"Then, Miss Vitia,"
When Haoyue was in the west, Amosta turned his head expressionlessly, and spoke again,
"May I ask your real name?"
"Vitia—"
An unsurprising smile appeared on the bright and clean face of the elegant lady beside her. She lowered her eyes and whispered a little apology,
"Vitia Kriona, this is my real name, Mister Golden Viper—"
ps: I'm at work, so the second one is a bit later, sorry——
(End of this chapter)
As night falls, the starlight that spans light years is purified by the rain, and reappears incomparably pure and gorgeous. Those starlights are reflected in the small puddles accumulated in the ancient streets and courtyards, embellishing the wet ground into a mysterious place. starry sky.
In the six-storey building of the orphanage, the restaurant on the second floor has now become a banquet hall. At this moment, a dinner party is being held here.
When it comes to the grand scale of the banquet, this dinner obviously cannot be compared with the Hogwarts opening dinner or the Halloween dinner, but when it comes to the degree of excitement, this banquet is even worse.
As the second half of the banquet progressed, Amosta, who was originally the focus of everyone, was gradually left aside. The children, who could not enjoy such a rich food even on Christmas, walked briskly, and they shuttled across the table. Among the tables filled with delicious fried steaks, grilled sausages, potato pies, panna cotta, and various fruit juices, the smiles on the immature cheeks are more beautiful than the blooming tulips.
Amosta leaned on the wooden railing of the stairs, watching the scene in front of him with a gentle expression.
His eyes shifted, and when the focus of his sight fell on the smiling figure who was having dinner with the children, his eyelids trembled imperceptibly, and a strange color flashed in his eyes.
This is a gentle and comfortable lady.
Dressed in a simple off-white dress that just covered her knees, long emerald green hair of the same color as her eyes was smoothly draped over her shoulders, and her fair skin glowed imperceptibly under the not too bright light. Amosta could still vaguely smell the fresh breath lingering by the river, even if they were tens of feet away.
Misty and cloudy, graceful and graceful -- this is Amosta's evaluation of her.
To be honest, Amosta, who travels between two worlds and has extensive knowledge, has never seen such a graceful lady.
Ms. Vitya Hill, who was a volunteer in the orphanage, seemed to have noticed Amosta's gaze. She turned her head to look at Amosta beside the stairs and nodded, with a smile on her lips.
Amosta also responded with a smile, and then, while everyone was not paying attention, turned and walked up the stairs.
Upstairs, the bustling noise on the second floor can still be heard. Amosta walked in the dark corridor with a blank expression, his eyes darting around, and knocking on the wall from time to time to judge whether the quality of this dormitory is acceptable. Before I knew it, I had reached the top floor.
Through a steel ladder next to a laundry room, Amosta climbed to the roof and walked to the guardrail.
The view from the top of the building is not too wide, because the rows of low buildings on the opposite side and on both sides block most of the scenery around the orphanage. Fortunately, it is far away from the troubles here, and the lights are dim, so the starry sky is still bright.
Amosta rested his arms on the railing, raised his head and stared at the night sky quietly. After an unknown amount of time, a cool night wind blew across his face. Amosta narrowed his eyes and took out the Get out a cigarette.
Smoking was Amosta's habit in his last life, and he was still addicted to smoking at that time, but since he came to this world, he has successfully quit this bad habit after experiencing infancy, infancy, and childhood again, and also No plans to pick it up again.
However, when he was in a bad mood, he would still take out a cigarette and sniff the aroma of tobacco.
Suddenly there were crisp footsteps on the steel ladder behind him. Amosta crushed the cigarette in his hand and threw it into the wind, then turned around and looked. It shook for a moment.
"Mrs. Reagan told me that every time you come back here, you like to be alone on the rooftop for a long time—"
Vitia walked to Amosta with graceful steps, handed over the coat,
"It seems that you are a quiet person, Mr. Blaine."
"thanks,"
Amosta took the coat, but didn't put it on. He looked at Vitia, who was wearing low-heeled sandals, but still looked tall, and said with a casual smile,
"You're welcome, Miss Hill, just call me Amosta."
Although she tried her best to conceal it, there were still some other emotions in Vitia's pure eyes.
Every day she worked in the orphanage, she could hear the children here express their desire for the return of this young man in an expectant tone. As time passed, it was inevitable that they would be curious.
"I heard from Mrs. Reagan and the children that you solved the problem of the little ones here going to school. It's amazing, Miss Hill. Those officials who eat vegetarian food and the same greedy staff in the same school are not easy to deal with. How do you do it? to all of this?"
Amosta glanced across Vitia's eyes and hair, and asked with a smile.
"Actually, I'm not as good as you think, Bray Amosta. I just asked my father for some help. He is a professor at the University of London and has some friendship with some government officials. Although it is trivial, but Fortunately, the problem is not complicated—"
Amosta nodded irresistibly. He looked away and looked down at the street where not many people could be seen below. Although he was expressing his gratitude, he spoke in a calm tone.
"Anyway, Miss Hill, I still have to thank you for the children."
The two stood leaning on a railing, and in the deep night, they were clearly acquainted for the first time, but they were talking in a tone that they were very familiar with each other.
"--When I was here, the environment in the courtyard was much worse than it is now. In summer, the room was too dull to accommodate people. We could only spread mats in the courtyard, while enduring the backward drainage system here. Breed out many mosquitoes while trying to sleep.
In winter, due to the lack of funds to repair the doors, windows and cracked walls, the room leaks everywhere. Those biting cold winds cannot be resisted by a thin bedding. In order not to be frozen to death, several of us will huddle on one bed, rustling Tremblingly looking forward to the dawn.
A lot of kids my age have completely disconnected from the orphanage after they left, and I understand that behavior, because the orphanage has brought them too many unpleasant memories—”
Amosta talked about the past, the topic was very abrupt, but Vitia did not show any surprise, she pursed her lips and asked,
"Mrs. Reagan told me that you went to a boarding school and, I heard, your parents registered you before you were born."
Amosta rubbed her fingers and smiled casually,
"I spent my entire teenage years there. It was a very good school. The food was delicious and people could sleep well. Well, you, Ms. Hill, you must have grown up in a better environment than the one below. How superior are these children?"
Vitia raised the messy hair in front of her eyes, did not answer Amosta's question directly, but said in an ethereal voice,
"Actually, it's not as good as you imagined."
Amosta nodded slightly, but did not speak any more.
The two stood side by side, staring at the deepening night, and the silence was accompanied by an unspeakable depression.
From the beginning to the end, no child came up to look for Amosta or Vitya. These shrewd little guys also had their own thoughts. They and the staff quietly cleaned up the messy restaurant and returned to the room. Hiding under the covers, laughing and discussing Brother Amosta and Miss Vitia on the rooftop.
The lights in the houses on both sides of the street went out one by one, and in the end, except for the dim yellow of the two rows of street lamps, everything was quiet.
"Then, Miss Vitia,"
When Haoyue was in the west, Amosta turned his head expressionlessly, and spoke again,
"May I ask your real name?"
"Vitia—"
An unsurprising smile appeared on the bright and clean face of the elegant lady beside her. She lowered her eyes and whispered a little apology,
"Vitia Kriona, this is my real name, Mister Golden Viper—"
ps: I'm at work, so the second one is a bit later, sorry——
(End of this chapter)
