Violet Eternal Garden Angel and Auto Memo Doll

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"Hoo... ph... ph...."

This morning, the puppets started working at their workstations. Everyone performed their duties and completed their own work step by step. Today, everyone always felt that something was missing. After a closer look, they found that the right Violet, a workaholic who is extremely enthusiastic about her work, skipped work today.

At this time, Violet was sleeping very presumptuously in the room, with one hand and one foot on Adele's body, hugging her tightly, and she was curled up in Adele's arms, as if temporarily Escaped everything and fell into a drunken dream.

"........"

Litina had been sitting in the room for more than two hours, seeing Violet sleeping so soundly, she was embarrassed to disturb her, but seeing that the clock had moved to ten o'clock, the angel felt extremely embarrassed at the moment .

"cough."

She coughed tentatively. According to Violet's level of vigilance, even the slightest movement could wake her up from her sleep, but today, Litina has read tens of thousands of words of literary works, and from time to time she sends out some There was a loud noise, but Violet ignored it, and had no intention of getting up.

"Cough cough......"

"Cough cough cough cough..."

"Violet!!!"

After such a shout, Violet jumped up from the bed like a frightened bird. As the world in front of her eyes became clearer, Violet rubbed her eyes, and quickly touched whether Mrs. Adele was right. still around.

"Hey, don't touch it, I didn't take her away."

Litina pointed to the clock, it was almost ten o'clock.

"You really enjoy it. The hug is so tight that you probably can't even break it."

"Did you sleep well last night?"

Violet can only relax completely by the side of Chief Adele. Last night, she was in a posture of completely letting go of everything, and devoted herself to sleep, even if Adele was asleep. , her embrace is still so reassuring.

"Slept very well...excellent..."

"Yeah, it's too good. If you continue to sleep like this, you won't even have lunch."

Seeing her embarrassment, Violet lowered her head in embarrassment, only to see Litina slowly put down the book in her hand, and said to Violet.

"But, to be honest..."

"I haven't seen a person so happy for a long time."

Litina looked at the last two jars of jam on the table, and suddenly asked curiously.

"Hey, Violet, I want to ask you a question."

"I'm thinking, if I didn't show up today, if there is only the last jar of jam left in the process of you ghostwriting, after going through journeys again and again, would you not dare to eat it?"

This last jar of jam represents the only hope. During these long years, this jar of jam is the driving force and hope that drives Violet forward, and if there is only the last jar left, It means that after eating, there will be nothing left, and if in the end, everything does not develop as expected, what kind of despair will it be?

"I...I think I'd be terrified."

Violet replied.

"I must be terrified. If I finish this last can, but Chief Etil doesn't come back, but lies to me from the beginning to the end, I will definitely die in despair. I believe that in the face of the unknown future At that time, no one can take it calmly, if there is, then it must not care enough."

After hearing Violet's answer, Litina smiled and nodded.

"Yeah yeah......."

Suddenly, Litina picked up one of the bottles of jam and opened it, and ate it on her own. Violet didn't expect this to happen at all, her outstretched hand stayed in the air, and she was speechless for a moment.

"you......."

At this time, Litina looked at Violet with a look of hatred, and said with a smile.

"There is only the last can left now, don't worry, it doesn't count as your breaking the agreement."

"It's as if I entrusted you to write a pen, and what I asked you to write is what you wrote, the story of the angel Gabriel."

Litina stuck the remaining jam to her hands with her fingers, and ate all the jam.

"Gabriel....I love that name."

"Hey, Violet."

Litina put the empty bottle on the table, pointed at the last can, and said.

"Are you still scared?"

Violet's eyes gradually cleared up, and at this moment her heart was full of determination.

"Don't be afraid!"

At this moment, the door of the room was knocked lightly, and the voice of Hawkins calling came from outside the door. Seeing that Violet was not at his station and hadn't come out all morning, Hawkins felt very worried , Just think about the country and take a look.

"Violet, are you alright?"

Violet's attention was briefly attracted by the door, and the moment she came back to her senses, when she turned her head again, the angel had disappeared, and Chief Etil, who was lying on the bed, also disappeared at this time There is no trace of her, only the temperature remaining on it, and the refreshing fragrance of flowers are the proof that she once existed.

"Hey, Violet, are you still afraid?"

Litina's words echoed in Violet's heart. The puppet picked up the last jar of jam and gently kissed the body of the jam bottle. Violet carefully put away the jam. Without a trace of fear, the rest is just anticipation.Looking forward to a happy life in the days to come.

"Violet...Violet..."

Hawkins' concerned voice came from outside the door, and the doll stood up, finished tidying up his clothes, and slowly opened the door of his bedroom.

"Violet, I saw that you haven't been at your work station, are you feeling unwell? Do you need me to find a doctor for you?"

The moment Violet stood in front of President Hawkins, Hawkins looked at Violet. At this moment, he already understood that his worries were completely unnecessary, because Violet at this time had a terrified expression on his face. It was filled with an extremely happy and sweet smile. After so many years, Hawkins had never seen such a warm smile from Violet. The kind of joy from the heart was touching.How much he wanted time to freeze like this.

"Violet..."

"I'm sorry, President, I missed work, and the tasks must have piled up into a hill!"

Violet said with a smile.

"I... come here!"

Chapter Thirty: The Ocean and the Automatic Memory Puppet

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last journey

Once upon a time, there was a person who made a typewriter for her blind wife, and named it Auto Memo Doll.

Since then, all women who work as ghostwriters have been called automatic note dolls.

This is a great profession no less than anything else, and only those women who can read other people's hearts and write them into letters conveying sincere emotions can truly do this task well.

"Violet, today is your day off, so stop thinking about work, go for a walk along the road and drink a cup of hot wine."

The days of winter are very difficult. For Leiden, the current development has not yet reached the point of common prosperity. At this time, most families still have to burn fireplaces for the winter, and the same is true for CH Postal Company.

Since it is going to survive the winter, it is necessary to have enough firewood, and the task of chopping firewood is handed over to the men in the post office.Because it is winter, there is heavy snowfall, and even horse-drawn carriages or motorcycles cannot go on the road, so the delivery of letters will be temporarily put on hold in winter. In this season of howling winter and silence, even people who come to entrust ghostwriters are very rare. , there are only a few people every day, so the dolls are naturally idle, so even if Violet wants to complete the final journey, there is no task to delegate to her.

"Ahh... so cold!!!!"

While Benedict was complaining, he was chopping firewood outside the yard, while Kilbeirut seemed to be able to handle it with ease. As a major, he has experienced countless lives and deaths. He has a very strong military quality, and he looks stronger than Benedict many.

Violet stood in the snow, her feet creaking on the white snow. Today is a cold day, but for Violet who returned from the extreme north, such a cold , and the ice of Al Yelan in the North Pole, it is quite inferior.

The difference in physical strength between the two men became more and more obvious. There was only a small pile of firewood in front of Benedict. On the other hand, the firewood piled up like a hill at this time for Gil Beirut.

"Why are you chopping so fast!"

Hearing Benedict's complaints, Kilberut said with a smile.

"You are a postman, and you have unparalleled leg skills, but your arm strength is still weak. If you want to chop wood better, you still need to strengthen your upper body exercises."

Both men have their own competitive spirit, Benedict snorted unhappily, and said to Kil Beirut.

"I won't wait for you next time I deliver a letter, I'm going back."

"Don't steal my pile."

At this time, the dolls in the post office gathered together, each holding a glass of mulled wine, and on the table were hot roasted pears and sweet potatoes fried in butter. Although it was working hours, because there were no tasks, the dolls Then we chatted about homework together.

"Now Violet has become a well-known excellent doll."

"Yeah, yeah, come from behind..."

Alice muttered.

"There's Cattleya in front, and Violet in the back. When will I be able to make my mark? I still want to be the best puppet in Layton."

Violet sat down silently, everyone held the warm red wine glass in their hands to keep warm, only she couldn't feel the temperature of the glass.

"I think there is no difference between high and low when dolls write letters. Everyone is doing what they think is meaningful, and they are working hard on their own journey..."

Everyone raised their heads and looked at Violet. She seemed different today, with a smile on her lips all the time, as if she had something very gratifying in her heart.

"With strong hope, dreams will surely come true."

Today is idle time, there is no work, and the dolls are circulating the story written by Princess Aurora to Violet. People, ups and downs and new things in the journey.

"However, Princess Aurora is really beautiful, with a cool and noble and elegant temperament."

"It feels like Violet."

"There is a kind of beauty favored by God."

As the firewood was filled into the fireplace, the blazing fire filled the whole room with an extremely warm feeling, and the dolls were talking and laughing, filled with a cheerful and joyful atmosphere.

"Hey, everyone."

Cattleya said to the puppets.

"I think, since we don't have any work today, why don't we write a letter to Adele."

"Even if she leaves us temporarily, we must remember that she used to exist here, and remember the laughter and touch she once brought us."

"Actually, I thank her from the bottom of my heart, because she transformed the painful time into meaningful things. She is the most painful person, but she helps others without hesitation."

Violet sat next to her and quietly ate roasted sweet potatoes. In fact, the dolls also cared about Violet's thoughts. After all, she once fell into darkness, especially after Adele left. Te was deeply plunged into a kind of nothingness, and she did not break through the barrier between herself and Adele from the beginning to the end before the other party left, and smashed the thick barrier.

The love that is parted is heavy and selfless. If you want to understand it, you must experience the cruelest loss. Adele's departure has made Violet, and it is because of her departure that Violet has gained real growth.Because of this, Aidier's departure is not meaningless, she should and must leave.

"So, I hope I can write a letter to her, and Alice, you used to like Adele, right?"

Hearing Cattleya's words, Alice's face blushed suddenly, and she shook her head and waved her hands quickly!

"No no no no! How is it possible!"

"I......."

Cattleya looked at Alice meaningfully, with a smile on her lips, and said softly.

"Alice, don't forget, I'm an automatic memory doll."

"......"

Hearing these words, Alice sighed softly, and after glancing at Violet, she immediately avoided her gaze.

"Yeah...I liked Etil...It can even be said that I still like her now."

"If you are like that kind of person... how can you not be liked..."

Alice covered her face with her hands, not daring to look at Violet. With a heavy sigh, Alice said in a low voice.

"Compared to liking...more...thanks..."

"Thank you for being here."

"Thank you for appearing in my life."

Spring

"I don't want to hide my feelings at all. If I like it, I like it. Even if you are listening, Violet, I must say it."

"Even if it's marriage...!"

When Alice said this, she didn't say another word, she just lowered her head and drank her red wine in one gulp.

"I'm sorry, Violet, I was too presumptuous. If you want to break up with me, I understand. After all, it's my fault."

Violet slowly came to Alice's side and put her hand on her shoulder. Violet's hand was very strong. This kind of silent comfort amplified Alice's sense of guilt infinitely, but when It is a very happy thing to say it in front of everyone.

"I'm too presumptuous..."