Ember’s Gun

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“Reverend OK!”

“Hello classmates!”

The conversation in the car was stunned by these two voices. Regardless of the eyes of the people around, two mental illnesses sang and danced, pushing cups and changing cups.

After the excitement, Oscar seemed to think of something, he said.

“By the way, this is Boscaro, my friend, a doctor.”

He said and introduced Boscaro to the side, only to see an embarrassing grin on his face, Lorenzo shouted first before he could say anything.

“Nice to meet you! Mr. Boscaro.”

Gentle extend the hand, but Lorenzo’s face is full of killing intents, and he looks like “Killing you if you talk too much”.

Boscaro trembling nodded, he replied, I am glad to meet you.

happy?

Well, it is indeed worthy of joy, at least this time I met, Lorenzo, this mental illness, did not put the hell shotgun on my head.

Thinking about this, Boscaro touched his bald forehead and wiped his sweat.

He still remembers the scene when he saw Lorenzo before, every time it was full of drama, but the funny thing is that the girl he took was different every time.

“You don’t look so good?”

Oscar looked at his friend, his face was slightly red and sweaty.

“Maybe the air is relatively stuffy!”

Lorenzo answered directly, throwing a look at Boscaro by the way.

Boscaro froze first, then nodded vigorously.

“Yes, the air should be relatively stuffy.”

In order to keep warm, the entire compartment is closed and the temperature is comfortable, but it is a little uncomfortable to get to Boscaro.

“By the way, I really didn’t expect to see you again, Lorenzo, did you drop out of school?”

After a brief introduction, Oscar sighed.

Lorenzo was a well-known figure in the Academy at the time, but he suddenly disappeared one day and there was no news.

His name is not on the list, and there are no traces of him in various records. He only exists in the memory between Reverend and the students. If it hadn’t been for a few handwritten assignments to prove that he did exist, Oscar would even think it would It was all people who had some kind of collective illusion.

“Reluctantly… be it.”

Lorenzo answered vaguely.

At that time, Lorenzo went to school every day in order to learn some weird things. After he was successful, he would leave mysteriously.

It stands to reason that he will not have any intersection with those people, but today is really a surprise.

“en?”

Oscar stared at Lorenzo’s face, and after a short pause, he didn’t ask much.

In his opinion, Lorenzo may be the child of some great character. Those guys always do this. They conceal their name and identity and send them to the school for further study, and then leave silently without knowing when, remember that there is such a thing from the principal. The gray list.

Oscar smiled kindly, but instead looked towards Seleu.

Lorenzo’s heart tightened. After all, Seleu’s identity was Stuart’s future Duke, and he didn’t want her to be recognized.

“Who is this……”

Oscar some curiously asked, it may be that Seleu’s thin sense of presence is working, and only then did Oscar discover the silent girl.

“she is me……”

“Seleu!”

Seleu interrupted Lorenzo suddenly, she didn’t give Lorenzo any space at all.

Could it be that the deformed hostage relationship is finally about to break? She yelled, and maybe everyone in the car thought she was a kidnapper.

Although the Demon Hunter has a Nail sword to fight all over the world, Lorenzo can’t bear the moral aspect of 10000 Seleu.

But the development of the situation immediately surprised Lorenzo.

“Seleu, Seleu · Holmes, I am his younger sister, I am glad to meet you.”

She said.

Not only Lorenzo was shocked, Oscar was shocked.

The Old Guy looked at Lorenzo with a look of unclean stubble, then looked at Seleu, the girl was exquisite like a doll.

Can’t help shook the head, as if looking at something, judging, and then sighed.

“What are you sighing!”

Lorenzo couldn’t help but roar.

“it’s okay no problem!”

Oscar said quickly.

Seeing Lorenzo’s baring fangs and brandishing claws, Seleu remembered the person Lorenzo had told him before.

A very sick Reverend. He was a playwright before teaching. He was keen on comedy. As long as you can amuse him, you can get high marks in his class.

“Hello!”

Oscar shook Seleu’s outstretched hand.

“It’s also a surprise to meet such a beautiful girl!”

Holding a young hand, he felt like he was a little younger, and Old Guy looked very happy.

“By the way, why are you here?”

Lorenzo asked.

“Traveling.”

Oscar said.

“Isn’t this a tourist line?”

Okay, something went wrong with the question, but Oscar continued.

“My creation is stuck in bottleneck. I need some inspiration. I heard that the snow scene in the north is beautiful. I want to see it.”

Listening to his words, Lorenzo looked towards Boscaro who was aside, and noticed Lorenzo’s eyes, and Oscar continued talking.

“It is inevitable that a person is a little boring. Boscaro just happened to be idle, so I took him.”

He continued.

“This is a poor ghost. His wife just divorced him and took away his daughter. He wanted to try to reconcile, but his ex-wife took the child back home.”

With pity in his eyes, Lorenzo reminded Lorenzo of the priests of the church, who usually followed the phrase “poor child” when they showed this expression.

“Bald, bloated, bad-tempered, no hope of promotion…I think it is difficult for him to get his wife back.”

The listener was sad, smelling tears, and Boscaro just came over, but when he heard Oscar’s words, he couldn’t help but feel sad, and fell over, leaning against the car window and breathing hard.

“But, divorce is a good thing!”

He patted Boscaro on the shoulder vigorously.

“After all, divorce is for marriage!”

Oscar laughed heartily, unaware of what he just did.

Seleu was a little speechless. She began to understand why Lorenzo was so excited and excited when she met him. This is not an intellectual appreciation, or a kind of education, but just a like-minded relationship between two mental illnesses.

Like two Demons who hate them, they are laughing with Boscaro’s sadness.

The 2 people chatted and talked about the past. In Lorenzo’s mouth, Oscar was the mentor and friend, and he couldn’t personally brimming over with talent.

In Oscar’s mouth, Lorenzo’s image is just and honorable. Revered Master loves young children, cares about classmates, and is active in doing things. The whole person is positive enough to be selected as one of the ten outstanding young people in Irvine.

Seleu is not clear about how true or false it is, but in the past few minutes, the two of them vividly and thoroughly showed their bad personality.

“What story could this be?”

After laughing, Lorenzo suddenly asked seriously.

He is very curious about what story Oscar has to write this time. After all, his works are well received, and even Lorenzo himself likes it very much.

“The me you know must be a cheerful comedy!”

Old Guy smiled and replied.

“comedy?”

Lorenzo looked sad after hearing this.

“what happened?”

In Seleu’s perception, comedy is a happy thing, but Lorenzo doesn’t look happy.

“Because the core of comedy is tragedy, child.”

Old Guy said.

Oscar was unusually serious, his voice calm, he had such a sort of Reverend appearance.

“Have you read my story?”

He asked.

Seleu thought about it carefully, the name Oscar Wilde kept echoing in her mind, she had an impression, and her thoughts brought her back a long time ago.

She had just arrived in Old Turin at that time and had just become a child of the Stuart family.

Seleu remembered that time when the wild cat on the roadside was thrown into the splendorous and majestic palace. She panicked to death and rushed, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t get out.

Later, she gradually got used to it. Yahweh taught him for a long time because she was illiterate. She remembered that there was a book she read while studying.

“”Nightingale and the Rose”?”

Seleu said tentatively.

Old Guy’s expression was stunned, and then he couldn’t help sighing.

“You have actually seen it!”

This reaction was a little bit beyond Seleu’s expectations. He seemed very unconfident in the work. Then Lorenzo explained to her.

“His story is… special, you can feel it when you read it.”

Seleu nodded, it was a good story, like a fairy tale, but it didn’t have a happy ending, which made people sad.

“Yeah, that’s it. Everyone likes Perfection’s stories. They like beautiful stories. The most important thing is to please the readers. But he likes to contend with the world and write some nasty tragedies, so his works are unpopular and few people read them. .”

Lorenzo said and looked towards Oscar.

“What does the phrase you often say comes from?”

Old Guy thought for a while, and then followed Lorenzo’s ideas.

“A youngster in his 20s who has no job will most likely think of himself as a writer.”

“Yes, yes! That’s it!”

The 2 people said hehe and laughed.

“But Lorenzo, that was when I was young, I’m almost 50 years old now, and I still have a job.”

Old Guy emphasized.

“Isn’t it because you can’t go on writing books?”

“People want to eat after all!”

2 people laughed tacitly again, this is no longer a like-minded one, it is just a mess.

“No way, people always have to make compromises, otherwise I starve to death, then the story will really end, I don’t think there are still people who can inherit my love and beauty.”

After the laughter, Old Guy said with a sigh.

“But… why do you write tragedies? Don’t you like comedies?”

Seleu asked unclearly.

She still remembered what Lorenzo said, the Old Guy in front of him was a comedy maniac, and from his words and deeds, he was really a happy person. Such a person would write such a story, Seleu couldn’t believe it.

“Because only if you have experienced the beauty can you bear to break it.”

He slowly said.

“Emotions are the strongest force, and sadness is the most violent.”

Old Guy looked serious.

“The tragedy ended with a tragic ending, and the intense pain was remembered by everyone, like an unhealable scar.”

“But it is so strong that it can reflect its beauty, just like those numb people like to abuse themselves to feel the existence of’alive’.”

Lorenzo lightly said at this time.

“Stay closer, Little Nightingale, otherwise it will dawn before Qiangwei is finished.”

Seleu remembered this sentence, it was the words of the big tree in that story.

The boy wanted a red rose. In order to realize his wish, Little Nightingale had to use blood dyed to reden the flower before dawn, but the day was about to dawn and the red rose was still incomplete, so the tree urged it to stay closer. Squeeze more blood.

“The darker, the more you can feel the rays of light, the more sorrow, the clearer it is.”

“what?”

She asked.

“Of course it is love!”

The Old Guy frowned.

“But you haven’t even been married, Oscar, you also said that marriage is a chase of two stupid things!”

Boscaro roared, slowing down.

“I have never been married and I appreciate this kind of relationship? Before you care about me, you still think about paying their living expenses every month!”

The Old Guy fought back fiercely.

“Some people are fighting for wealth, some people are fighting for power…Of course this thing is too much, what glory, history, and even some people will fight for sweet or spicy food.”

Oscar Wilde rightly said.

“But for me, I fight for love, and I am the fighter of love!”

“But it’s still a sad story.”

She whispered, thinking of this story again now has a different feeling.

It is simply a black fairy tale. The tree has lost its beloved Little Nightingale, and Little Nightingale’s efforts are meaningless.

At this moment, it was a bit similar, Seleu was about to die for Lorenzo’s hell, no love or sorrow, it was just a lunatic’s self-destruction.

“So, everyone doesn’t care about this, and poor love has become something innocent people would say.”

After the excitement, there was some decadent loneliness, Old Guy sighed.

“Sometimes I feel that the world becomes weird, holding my heart’s love, but being laughed at.”

It’s a sad thing, but it’s not that sad to say it from his mouth. He has been alive for a long time, but his mentality is like a little child, shouting strange things, fighting for what he doesn’t own.

“Yeah… we should go now, Seleu.”

Lorenzo looked at his pocket watch and said suddenly.

Seleu doesn’t understand, they are already in the car, where are they going?

“It looks like you are very busy, just like before, leaving suddenly.”

Old Guy said.

“Yeah, life is always so busy, busy with work, busy with marriage, busy with dying.”

Lorenzo answered casually, then stretched out his hand again.

“Too busy to say goodbye… but it feels really good to see you again.”

“Yeah yeah!”

2 mental illnesses are sympathetic.

Looking at Lorenzo’s leaving silhouette, Oscar was so lonely for a while, after all, not who would appreciate his work, and he had not seen such an interesting student in a long time.

“Ai, if it weren’t for the cleansing agency the early bird catches the worm, he would definitely like me.”

Sighing while talking about Oscar.

“What a nice child.”

Boscaro was happy about Lorenzo’s departure. Although he didn’t know what he did when he left suddenly, he didn’t know where he could go except this train.

But… he seems to have heard something he shouldn’t hear.

“What agency?”

“What agency?”

Oscar repeated his words, his confused and questioning eyes seemed to ask what you were saying.

“No… you said it”

He wanted to explain something, but Oscar said immediately.

“Have you heard hallucinations? As a doctor, you should care about your body!”

The Old Guy vigorously hugged this divorced bad luck ghost. The silver necklace swayed slightly between his neck. In the delicate pattern, the three-cornered eyes were watching the world quietly.