Violet Eternal Garden Angel and Auto Memo Doll

"It's also Violet, the day you were rescued from the ruins."

The major picked up the cigarette and said to Violet.

"It must have been from then that you became the outstanding woman you are now. That should be the day you were reborn."

Gil Beirut turned around with a smile.

"Although it's a day late."

"Happy birthday, Violet."

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The bread in Violet's hand fell to the ground with a loud bang.She seemed to think of a thunderstorm from a sunny day in her heart! ! !

"Happy birthday, Violet."

Just yesterday, on that thunderstorm night, Adele held out a candle to her and said the same thing, but myself...but myself...

Violet's pupils kept shrinking, and a splitting headache made her tightly clutch her head.

"Violet, what's wrong with you!"

Just as Kil Beirut was about to step forward, suddenly a group of children happily ran over, holding an envelope in their hands.

"A letter is coming!!! A letter is coming!!!"

No wonder the children are so excited, this island has not received any letters for many years, the war has killed too much warmth here, and the remaining people must adapt and reconcile with the suffering even in the severe winter.

Kil Beirut opened the letter and looked at the sender, he said curiously.

"The sender... Etil Gardenia."

Hearing the name, Violet snatched the letter violently and tore off the paint on it, but there were only a few short sentences on it.

To Violet Evergarden.

You must have seen your major, I guess you're hugging now.

Presumably you must be very happy now, Violet, my heart is sincerely happy for your happiness, and I can finally relax.

My condition is a little serious, the doctor advised me to go to a nursing home for treatment, please rest assured, I am a very good doctor, I know what to do is good for my body.Don't worry about me, just live your own life.

I will send you regular letters, Violet, looking forward to your happy future.

Signed: Etil Gardenia.

protect you forever

"Etil...sir..."

Violet's shoulders kept trembling, she remembered that she knocked out the candle in the officer's hand yesterday, and yelled at her, venting her anger and emotions.

When people are angry, they tend to throw all the negative emotions in their hearts to the person closest to them, because they know in their hearts that that person will listen to them and tolerate them, so they will become more unscrupulous and completely forget about the two. How do people get along.

Gilberut looked at the white letter paper, feeling a little disappointed in his heart. Looking at the cooked dough that fell on the ground, which could not even be called bread, he was a little ashamed, because Etil gave Violet to him , but now he can only repay her entrustment in this way.

At this time, a piece of pure white feather fell out of the envelope, and Kilberut held it in his hand curiously.

"feather.....?"

Violet looked at the letter, she turned her head quickly, and quickly found her typewriter. She wanted to write a reply letter to the officer.

Dear Chief Adele Gardenia:

How are you?What is the doctor's diagnosis of the condition?Does it affect your health and normal life?Where are you treated?Violet wants to take care of you and watch you recover.

It was Violet's fault for knocking over your candle that day and doing such a rude thing to you. I really want to stand in front of you and personally apologize to you.

Sir Attil, where are you... where are you... where are you... where are you... where are you...

Violet herself didn't know that she was typing these three words endlessly.

"Where are you..."

When she realized, the letter paper was already filled with these three words. At the same time, she also realized that she didn't have a mailing address at all, because she didn't know where Adele was at the moment.

After a morning of picking, Kilbeirut came to Violet with the baguette he got from the villagers. Violet took a bite, it was dry, without any fragrance, and the taste was not good. It needs to be swallowed with water. In the past, Violet never cared about the quality of the food on the battlefield, but now facing the bread, she said casually.

"It's far worse than the one baked by Chief Etil."

Hearing this, Kil Beirut looked at the letter again. The physical labor all morning made him very tired. At this moment, he didn't want to think about other things anymore, and fell asleep on the bed.

"Violet..."

As his eyesight gradually dimmed, the last thing he saw was the pure white feather that he had placed on the side of the pillow at some point.

"How does it feel to be born again?"

Opening his eyes suddenly, everything around him was blurry, and Kilberut dragged his tired body and struggled to stand up.

"Is it a dream...?"

Standing in front of him was a white figure, whose face could not be seen clearly. His long snow-white hair hung down naturally, almost touching the ground, and a pair of pure white wings spread out behind him. In this chaos, it was the most holy color.

"Is it... Doctor Etil?"

The figure didn't speak, and Kilberut tried hard to look carefully, and he finally saw the other person's face.

It was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen in his life.

Thinking of the day's events, the burnt dough, the dry bread, the mess of the kitchen.

"What would you do if it were you? Dr. Etil."

Kil Beirut lowered his head in frustration.

"I probably, couldn't be like you."

"I can't do it like you."

The gentle voice sounded again, and the figure in front of him gradually became blurred and unreal.

"Violet has always cared about you and missed you in her heart. This is a fact that no matter what I do or how hard I try, I can't change it."

"Now, I have brought you back to Violet. I wish her happiness. This is my long-cherished wish."

The snow-white figure raised his hand and waved at Gilbert.

"Violet, I'll leave it to you, Major."

After all, the holy color was gradually swallowed by the darkness, swallowed, and finally completely submerged and dissipated...

Kilberut woke up suddenly as if falling from the sky. He looked at the pillow, and the white feather gradually burned, and finally turned into fly ash, and slowly dissipated.

Silently came to Violet's side, seeing the girl's hair covered with stove ashes due to what happened in the morning, and the piece of dry hard bread left over from eating, Gilbert clenched his fists unconsciously.

"Will she really be happier if she follows me than if she follows you?"

CH Postal Company, President Hawkins finished his day’s work, he was overwhelmed by letters and funding issues, but he still cut a large piece of the remaining wedding cake and put it in a basket, and came to Eddy silently In front of Er's grave.

"It must be better to send you this than to send you flowers."

"Look, I still know you."

The president sat in front of Aidier's grave, placed the cake squarely in front of the tombstone, clasped his hands together, and slowly prayed for him.

"Today, I sent the first letter you wrote."

"To be honest, I think the letter you wrote is like that special commission for the future. It is a letter from heaven written by a mother who is about to die to her daughter. And you just leave us now. Alright, leave this pile of letters alone, and let us deceive the person you once cared about the most."

"I really didn't expect that there would be such a day that the letter you wrote would be sent in this way."

The president chattered on and on, until the end of the dusk, when the sun left only a bright golden edge on the distant mountain, Hawkins stood up and prepared to leave.

But at this moment, a light fragrance suddenly passed through the nostrils, and the elegant fragrance seemed to be absent, as if it was a fragrance that had never been smelled before.Hawkins looked towards the grave, and he was surprised to find that behind the tombstone, several clusters of gardenias that had already bloomed had grown at some point!The small white flowers exude a fragrant aroma, attracting bees and butterflies to stop around, and the light green leaves are constantly sprouting new buds. This piece of green life, in front of the grave that represents the dead, seems to be a miracle of life.

"Etil..."

Hawkins closed his eyes, feeling the aroma.Gardenias are very elegant and low-key, almost no one will notice it or smell its fragrance when thrown among the flowers, but when they really notice the small white flowers, this low-key flower will still use its own A hint of fragrance gives back to those who appreciate it.

"do not forget me....."

Etil's words surfaced in the man's heart.

"As long as someone remembers me, I never really died."

born like winter snow

I remember, it was a winter.

It was freezing cold.

The sky was dark, and the earth and the forest seemed to stand still, just like the anchored ship.

The girl was wearing a long white dress, stepping barefoot on the snow.

like an angel.

Everything has returned to the way it used to be, the post office is still busy in an orderly manner, everyone is running the typewriter in front of them, as if they are afraid that they will stop.

Because as soon as you stop, you will inadvertently think of the appearance of the person who passed away.

The best way to forget someone is to get busy, say nothing to that person, and slowly fade the other person out of your heart until you forget them completely.But sometimes, no matter how dark and undetectable the memory is buried in the corner of the heart, even if someone just mentions it inadvertently, if you are not careful, your eyes will still get wet.

"Yo, everyone, long time no see."

Lucia still held her head proudly, walked into the post office with confident and graceful steps, and came to the reception doll. Lucia put down the two hundred booleans and said to the reception doll.

"Call Zhizi, I want to write a letter."

Everyone seemed to pause when they heard the name Zhizi, and the entire post office seemed to freeze for a second, and then, it became more busy and noisy.Everyone seems to be trying hard not to let themselves be idle, as if they are running away from something.

"I'm sorry...Miss Lucia. My company only has roses, roses, iris, hibiscus, violets and dandelions."

"There are no dolls with gardenia flowers."

Lucia seemed very unhappy and slapped the table with a bang.

"Are you new? Don't play dumb, I know your hidden doll, she should be in the kitchen right now!"

"Call her out. I'm Lucia O'Learyben. I'll offer two hundred booleers for her to write to me."

The reception doll was a little flustered, of course she knew about the famous daughter of the largest racehorse family in Leiden, but...she really couldn't tell the painful truth.

At this time, Hawkins walked down the stairs slowly, looked at the gorgeously dressed woman in front of him, lowered his head silently, and said in a heavy tone.

"CH Postal Company, there is no doll named Gardenia anymore."

"No more..."

Looking at the heavy eyes of Hawkins, Lucia's face darkened. She still didn't believe it, and walked to the kitchen with heavy steps.

"Gardenia, don't let me catch you."

"If I catch you, I...!"

When she opened the door to the kitchen, it was quiet, dark and lonely, and the lights were not turned on.Quiet, too quiet, as if that busy figure never existed here.The sound of burning fire and the smell of food that used to come from here are long gone, leaving only a deserted appearance.A thin layer of dust had already formed on the stove, and it seemed that no one had used it for a long time.

Looking at such a kitchen, Lucia was silent for a long time, and asked Hawkins.

"Where is Eddie?"

Hawkins didn't speak, Lucia frowned, and grabbed the opponent's collar forcefully!

"I asked you about Etil!"

The man turned his head away, his eyes were already bloodshot, Lucia looked at the other puppets, and all the puppets turned their heads away as if fleeing, not looking in the direction of the kitchen.

"She just doesn't work here anymore, does she?"

"Answer me! Claudia Hawkins!"

Hawkins turned his head away, and said slowly to Lucia's already panicked expression.

"Etil Gardenia, already..."

"died."

At this time, on the small island beyond the sea and the sky, Violet was constantly looking at the letters sent by Adele over and over again.

"The mailing address, why is there no mailing address?"

"Why, why, why, not even a stamp, why."