Chapter 362 What is a friend?
( ) The deepest layer of the underground vault of the Dark Spirit Pavilion, in the cave stone chamber beside the lava lake.
Willie sat on the edge of the bed, quietly looking at Maka's side face, and at the same time recounted the bits and pieces of her past in an unclear order.
She was not actually sad, because she was finally able to look at the boy in front of her and show a smile to her heart's content.
Even if it's just today, even if it's just this short period of time, she will no longer regret it.
You, know? she said, I... have a wish... the biggest. I always hope that I can smile at my best friend...
Because feelings... must be expressed in order for people to understand...
...
It has nothing to do with the curse of the Bulova family, maybe Willie herself is a girl who is not good at words.
Since the death of Willy's mother, her father, Mr. Blois, seemed to have a hole that could never be filled.
He has always been cheerful, as if even his own emotions have been sealed, and he never showed the slightest smile again.
He poured all his love for his wife into little Willie.
Excessive doting and protection made Willie seldom come into contact with outsiders since she was a child. Not to mention her peers, even adults are just a few maids who take care of her daily life.
Perhaps it is precisely because of this that Willie, who spoke very late, was not sensible until she was six years old.
In her world, apart from her father and her own bedroom, there is no other existence.
Until one day, a couple of guests came to Blois Castle...
Mr. Blois, thank you for allowing us to stay in the castle for a while. To be honest, the best vacation I have spent in my life is the time when my father brought me to display the castle. ...
In a reception hall of Chateau Blois, Willie's father was sitting opposite a couple, chatting peacefully.
And behind the sofa where the couple were sitting, a little girl was standing aside very sensiblely. Look at her very ladylike standing posture, obviously she has been taught excellent etiquette.
But if you look at her big eyes that are flexible and flowing, you can tell that,
This girl may not be as well-behaved as she appears on the surface.
You're welcome, Mr. Blois said calmly, Our two families have been friendly for generations, and it's just a stay. It's not a big deal... Besides, there are a lot of guest rooms in the castle!
Even though he was joking politely, Willie's father still had a blank expression. Although he has received a complete heir education since he was a child, this expression is not enough to make people feel disgusted, but a sense of distance will always arise spontaneously.
Haha, it couldn't be better! the man smiled heartily, Speaking of which, we had a Quidditch match on the hillside behind the castle! Now that I think about it, I really miss it——
……Indeed it is.
Mr. Blois' complexion changed slightly, and he nodded indifferently.
If it's an ordinary guest, naturally they won't exchange shallow words, so even if they talk with a straight face, it won't create any embarrassing atmosphere.
But the couple in front of them, especially this man, are not only family friends with the Blois family, but even shared a wonderful time of friendship with the Blois couple.
In this case, Willie's father still looks expressionless, and it is easy to appear cold.
Eric, maybe I'm a little busy, but... The other party persuaded with a slightly heavy voice, Yina's death is indeed very sad, but don't you still have a daughter? If you stay like this, For kids too...
Back then, it wasn't just him and Bulova on the back mountain. Willy's mother, who had just met Mr. Blois not long ago, was also there at that time, and cheered for the two of them with a smile.
Although after that, the Bulova couple did not fall in love immediately - they were still in school at the time! But when it comes to the relationship experience of their husband and wife, that is an inevitable beginning.
From the moment the other party drops his last name and calls him Eric, it's a conversation between friends.
You won't understand.
Mr. Blois shook his head lightly, and interrupted the topic.
Seeing that the friend back then was unwilling to talk more, the other party could only sigh, and took the initiative to lead the topic elsewhere.
This is the case with a wizarding family that is proud of pure blood. When both parties bear their family names, their positions no longer allow them to speak freely.
Even former friends can become enemies if they are not careful.
In most cases, maintaining the friendship between families is far more complicated than maintaining the friendship between individuals.
Crackling.
After another flat, polite conversation, M. Blois gave a little click with a wave of his wand. Immediately, a pair of servants approached quietly after knocking on the door, and led the guest's family to the guest room that had already been prepared.
The remaining Mr. Blois took another sip of the afternoon tea on the table, facing the warm sunshine outside the window, narrowing his eyes slightly.
On his face, apart from being tired, there was also a bit of indescribable complexity.
After a while, Blois opened his eyes again. The dazzling sunlight seemed to make him a little at a loss, he shook his eyes and turned his head away.
...Perhaps, the space I left for Willy...is indeed too 'narrow'.
Just now, the conversation with his old friend made him recall the past involuntarily.
Willie's mother had always been a woman who loved to laugh. Although she doesn't talk much on weekdays, she never loses that friendly and warm smile.
And, even though she's not good at words, she's always enjoyed making friends.
He was thinking, maybe his daughter should be like that too.
Crackling.
There was another soft sound, and another servant pushed in the door and stood beside Bulova to wait for orders.
Is Willie in the bedroom now? He asked softly, with a hint of softness in his tone.
After getting an affirmative answer, Blois disappeared from the living room with an extremely small bang, and reappeared in front of Willy's bedroom door.
Tuk Tuk
The door was quickly opened, and a middle-aged maid stood by the door and gave a slight salute.
Father.
In the bedroom, little Willie is sitting at the desk, flipping through a picture book called Magical Aquatic Plants. Her crystal-white hair had been magically turned a shiny gold by Mr. Black.
It was a flawless golden hair that could reflect dazzling light in the sun, just like her mother's, brilliant and dazzling.
Hearing the voice from the door, little Willie turned around, blinked her big eyes, and called him quietly.
Yes, Father, not Daddy.
This is the second word Willie has learned after mama, and she still uses it to this day. Mr. Blois made no attempt to correct her, because he himself felt that he did not deserve to be called Daddy by his own daughter.
Well, Willie... what are you reading? Blois approached and asked softly.
Flowers. Little Willie said calmly, In the water, beautiful...cannibalism.
Really? Blois nodded, Well, it's really beautiful.
This pair of father and daughter is actually a bit strange to others. They both have expressionless faces and speak superficial and plain words to each other. They often talk for a long time without a single point.
The daughter's words are naturally still ignorant, so it's not surprising that she speaks like this. But the father seemed to be afraid that he would inadvertently hurt his daughter by saying something wrong, and the hands touching his daughter were clumsy and trembling.
After a while of boring conversation, Willie's father seemed to have finally made up his mind.
Willie, do you... want a friend? he asked cautiously.
'Friends'? Little Willie said blankly, 'Friends'...what is it?
It means that we can play together, eat together, and talk together... um... Mr. Blois hesitated for a moment, as if he was examining what he had said, and then continued after a pause, ...In short, They are people who feel very...very warm when they are together.
Little Willie looked at her nervous father, then at the picture album in her hand, tilted her head and thought for a while.
Well, she finally nodded, friend...very good.
...
In the early morning of the next day, Little Willie took her father's big hand and appeared in the dining room of the main castle in a rare way.
It can be seen that she is not quite used to it, but her curiosity overwhelms her timidity. She is scanning the new surroundings with her bright eyes.
Mr. Blois sat on the main seat, looking at his daughter with eyes full of love.
Not long after, the door of the restaurant was gently pushed open. The pair of guests who were invited to have breakfast walked in with their daughter.
Little Willie's gaze immediately fell on the girl behind the guest, and she stared at her without blinking, without moving away for a moment.
As if sensing Little Willy's gaze, the girl also looked towards her.
In just a split second, the two gazes seemed to fuse together, and a strange feeling grew in Little Willie's heart unstoppably.
Maybe, that's the feeling of wanting to smile at the other party?
After a long time, when she recalled the girl back then, Willie vaguely understood the vague warmth in her heart at that time.
All through breakfast she and the girl looked at each other. Maybe the other party just became curious about her peers with a dull expression, but it was the first time that she realized the meaning of the word friend to herself.
Hi, my name is 'Eva Cleroy'...you can call me Ava.
After breakfast, with the tacit consent of her parents, the little girl took the lead in saying hello in a well-behaved and sensible way.
My name is...Wei, Weili...Proba? Little Weili still had a wooden face, but her hasty tone and broken syllables made her look a little more cute.
