Flowers, Swords and France

It has been raining for the third consecutive day.

There was no one on the windy and rainy streets at this time, everything was soaked in the cold wind and rain, and there was no relief.

This year's winter has replaced the warm late autumn at an unexpected speed. In almost just a few days, the entire climate has become cold and harsh, making it difficult to withstand.

At the end of an alley, a small church was being hit by such a harsh wind and rain. The cold wind roared around it, as if it was sending greetings from hell to it.

This church, which is isolated in a lane, looks like it has not been repaired for many years on the outside. The walls are already mottled, the glass on the windows is mostly broken or blurred, and most of the wooden seats inside are rotten and cracked. . Since it was raining heavily at this time, there was a strong smell of dampness and decay in the air, making people suspect that the church had long been abandoned.

However, at this moment, there were two people inside.

Moreover, they are two people who are extremely incompatible with this gloomy and dilapidated environment.

Standing on the podium was a woman wearing a heavy black skirt.

Her chestnut hair was tied back and she wore a black hat. Although the face is delicate, it is pale and serious, with no expression. This face, coupled with the dark black clothes, looks like a woman in mourning.

She stood on the podium, holding a thick book in her hand, like a preacher preparing to give a speech. Behind her, the Son was painfully nailed to the cross, looking at the world in pain.

God is looking down at the world. But the world has turned its back on Him.

The rain outside was getting heavier and heavier, and the sound of sparse raindrops kept coming from outside.

"Humanity created a desert. And then named it society."

As if a pastor was preaching, she looked down at the podium with a serious expression. Whispering in that indifferent and solemn tone, "People create all kinds of rules for society, but always betray it. They keep claiming that everyone is equal, but they desperately want to be superior; they keep saying not to fight. , but all of them are eager to put their opponents to death. Those who follow these rules without complaint are destined to be trapped in the quagmire for life; those who trample all the rules will laugh at their ignorance in heaven!

This small world cannot tolerate too many people who are detached from the world, so they have to impose meaningless rules. Tie most of the people to the ground. Only the really smart people can discover how ridiculous all the rules are, and then happily trample the people on the ground and plunder them all! "

The only audience member sitting on the podium listened quietly to her words without saying a word.

"They use this kind of hypocrisy to suppress us, extinguish all our hopes and ideals, and give us all kinds of suffering and shackles. Then, when we hang our heads and cry, they seem to know nothing and look at us in surprise. Said, "What's wrong, child? How pitiful!" - ah, what a false show of pity! The woman on the stage narrated coldly, but there was no sparkle in her eyes. "In this case, we have to stand up on our own. Break all these boring rules and seize everything we want. We can either become mortals who endure all the boring rules silently, or we can make up our minds and simply smash these rules. A smash!"

As if in response to her call, and as if to rebuke her arrogance, a violent flash of light suddenly burst out in the sky, followed by a dull roar.

"boom!"

The unusual winter thunder suddenly gave the already gloomy church a glimmer of light, illuminating the only audience member who was originally hidden in the shadows.

This audience member is a young girl.

She was wearing a white dress and her face was very pale. She looked both beautiful and unnaturally weak. Her blond hair was also tied up, forming long hair parted to both sides.

Amidst the constant thunder and rain, the woman on the stage looked at her calmly, and a smile suddenly appeared on her originally serious face.

"Miss Treville, you made your decision a little later than I thought."

"I didn't come here today to listen to you talk about this, Miss de Beauvin." The girl in the audience frowned slightly, "I finally found an opportunity and ran over while Mary was not with me. , don’t waste your time.”

"A person has decided to kill her brother with her own hands. You should allow her to confide in someone, right?" With a vague smile, Laura replied in a low voice, "Although it is a pity that there is only one audience, But enough is enough..."

"So you also want to talk?" Fran looked at it with a hint of ridicule, "I thought you didn't take this kind of thing seriously at all..."

"If it really wasn't something to be done at all, I wouldn't have put it off until now, miss. I've been thinking about this issue ten years ago. I've been observing it for ten years, and then I found that in order to get what I want, There is only one way to go, so no matter what, I will I have to go on." Laura raised her head slightly, not knowing where her eyes were. "Maybe you think I am heartless, but heartlessness is not true courage. To throw away all your heart and heart for what you want. Well, that’s courage—well, maybe I should say anger?”

When she said this, she couldn't help but smile again on her face, "I think, at least now, I can feel very relieved, because, because of you... you can listen to my confession and understand it. my people.”

"No, I don't understand you." Fran shook her head stubbornly, as if to express her distance from her, "I don't know what motivation you have for such a plan. Maybe Is there any other motive? Maybe it's just for inheritance. I don't care about that, but... I hope you can abide by the agreement. If I do what you want me to do for you, then you must do it for me without hesitation. Do what I want you to do.”

"Of course, there is no question about it - I will definitely do it. Do I have any other choice? As long as my things are done, we will be the closest conspirators. No one can I can’t leave anyone behind.” Laura nodded. "Even if it is just to let you keep a secret, I can only act according to your wishes. That's right. You have gained a most loyal friend, Miss Treville."

Then, her smile became even thicker, and she looked at Fran as if she was joking, "And by then, without spending much effort, you will be able to live the happy life you dreamed of with peace of mind, how amazing it is. I’m so envious! I no longer have to worry about this and cry secretly, my destiny is back in your hands. As your friend, I am really looking forward to this day!”

As her expression showed, she was indeed in a good mood today.

In addition to feeling lucky to have found an accomplice who conspired to commit crimes, this joy comes more from the similar situation of the two people and the same choice they made.

Although on the surface, one of them wants to kill his brother, and the other wants to be united with him forever, they seem to be completely opposite. But - aren't the goals essentially the same?

Everything they do is to break the shackles of fate, to realize their ideals, and to regain the happiness that they dream of but has been sentenced to death. To achieve all this. They all decided to ignore all other considerations, put their conscience aside, and go all the way to the end regardless. Even the most drastic action will be taken.

Either gain it all or be destroyed altogether. What kind of courage and determination is this?

Shouldn’t children who can make this decision at the same time become friends?

In front of Laura's smile. Fran remained silent.

For some reason, her eyes slowly moved from Laura to the cross in the center of the wall behind her, and then she carefully looked at the pained Son on the cross.

He preached the gospel to mankind and bore all the sins for mankind. Then he was betrayed and killed by people.

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Vaguely, Fran seemed to see her father in heaven through it. This god, who is full of mercy but extremely severe, is looking at this people angrily, asking her why she betrayed her faith, and scolding her why she would do such a thing.

Fran looked at Him motionless, not giving in a step.

"I will not repent to you." After looking at Him for a long time, she whispered to herself.

"That's right, we don't need to be reserved and repent to Him. It doesn't make any sense. Only people who don't know what they are doing will repent. What a person does by himself should be borne by himself. There is no need to do it while doing it. No, our God, we still need to apologize to Him with false tears while doing bad things? He's not that fragile." Laura patted the book in her hand gently and made a dull sound, "Besides, he always does stupid things and disturbs everyone, so we just deal with him. We are already busy enough with the troubles we have caused, so how can we have time to apologize to Him? Hahahaha!”

In this small church, this lady with outstanding appearance but unconventional personality spoke blasphemous words in front of the icon without fear, while laughing wildly. The church was eerily quiet at this time, and must have been hidden in the shadows. Only the roar from the sky occasionally accompanied her, expressing the wrath of the Lord.

After laughing for a while, Laura finally stopped.

"Now that you have made up your mind, let's prepare as soon as possible. After all, the sooner the better for this kind of thing."

"I have the same view on this," Fran remained expressionless, "You seem to have many plans already?"

"Yes, I do have a lot of plans," Laura nodded without scruple. "Of course I haven't cursed him secretly for so many years in vain. Of course, I have to find a way on the ground. Of course, which one should be adopted? I am still considering a plan, because I must find a good opportunity and then implement the plan that is the least dangerous to us. Just wait for me, and I will find you again soon. By then... "

She said no more, because the other party would definitely understand what she meant.

"Miss Treville, although I may look down upon you by saying this, for the sake of safety, I will ask you again, for the last time." Laura stared at Fran closely, "I don't need to say it, you also Knowing what this is really like and how serious the consequences are, it’s still too late for you to regret it now..."

Fran still said nothing.

Then, she stood up gently, and turned lightly, with two golden locks floating behind her.

"Write to me when the time comes."

Then, she walked out of the church.

Laura stood on the pulpit, watching the other person's back as he left.

Until the figure disappeared, she slowly turned around, then raised her head and looked at the icon on the wall.

Joy, anger, hatred, sadness, everything echoed in her heart, and finally gathered into an extremely strong determination.

"You can't stop me." Finally, she said to Him. (To be continued...)

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