Chapter 4

Chapter 4

Sunday was a rare good weather. The sun shone warmly. Under the big tree that had just grown new branches, Pierre stood upright, and his yellow hair was gently blown up by the slight wind.

"I'm sorry, I'm late!" Dorothy covered her brown hat and ran to Pierre. Today, she is wearing a brown coat, up to her knees, with a pair of small brown leather boots, which makes her look cute and lively, especially the brown bow tied on the two braids, like two real butterflies flying up and down as he runs.

"No, I arrived early." Pierre shook his head with a smile, "Let's go!"

On the way to the cinema, I happened to meet Marian, who bought a lot of daily necessities. The enthusiastic Dorothy immediately took over the daily necessities: "Uncle Marian, let me help you!"

Marian patted Pierre's head and laughed, "Young man, are you pursuing the beautiful Dorothy? You can't be a real gentleman if you don't help the lady share the burden.

Pierre's cheeks turned red, and he hurriedly grabbed the daily necessities in Dorothy's arms: "I'll take it, Dorothy!"

Dorothy was stunned for a moment: "Oh... thank you."

"Haha... Where are you going to play on Sunday?" Marian put on his pipe and spewed out a lot of smoke, and the choked man wanted to cough.

"We are going to watch a movie together, Uncle Marian." Dorothy raised her head and smiled sweetly. Her face was moist and smooth, like an egg peeled off the eggshell.

Marian suddenly realized that she patted her forehead and took the items in Pierre's hand: "Then go to the cinema quickly. It's about to start!"

"But Uncle Marian, can you take so many things home alone?" Dorothy looked uneasy at Marian holding so many things in her pipe.

"Don't worry! Your Uncle Marian is only in his thirties. This is not a problem for me! Hurry up and go to the movies with your little boyfriend!" Dorothy was very embarrassed to say this and left after saying goodbye to Marian with Pierre.

And Marian, through the choking smoke, narrowed his eyes and stared at Dorothy's back, and something flashed in his eyes.

It was dark after Pierre and Dorothy watched the movie.

Pierre insisted on sending Dorothy home, calling this kind of behavior "a thing that only a real gentleman can do."

It's hard to be merciful, and Dorothy can only agree.

"Be careful when you go home alone in the future." Pierre lowered his head, looked at the ground, kicked the pebbles on the ground, and whispered. If it was during the day, Dorothy would have found that Pierre's face was red from the root of her ears to the tip of her nose.

What a shy teenager.

"Thank you." Dorothy replied politely.

Pierre waved his hand hurriedly: "Don't say that, it's because I heard that your neighbor's child was stolen by a monster!" That's why I think of you."

"Monster?" Dorothy didn't notice what Pierre said later. She first looked at him doubtfully, and then her excited eyes became bright. "Is this a new story told by Uncle Marian?"

"It's not a story, Dorothy, it's a real thing." Pierre looked at Dorothy's red eyes seriously. "It's Mrs. Catherine's child."

Dorothy was stunned.

Why, why didn't Raphael and Fred tell themselves such a big thing?

A feeling of being deceived gradually rose from the bottom of Dorothy's heart. She was angry, disappointed and sad.

"What's wrong with you, Dorothy?" Pierre didn't hear Dorothy for a long time, so he quickly tilted his head and looked at her face.

"It's okay. Thank you for telling me this." Dorothy raised her head and smiled sweetly at him.

It's really dazzling! It's unbearable!

Fred jumped off the branch and frightened the two of them.

"Fred, why are you here!" Dorothy raised her head and asked the tall Fred. It's also strange to say that she has never seen Fred during the day. Raphael explained that Fred was washing photos in the dark room in a photo studio in the town. She trusted Raphael's words very much and never doubted it.

"Oh, does my oversized light bulb prevent you two from falling in love on this quiet path?" Fred raised his eyebrows and looked at Pierre, who was still a child, with disdain. Pierre was uncomfortable.

"Fred, how can you talk like this! He's just my classmate!" Dorothy pushed Pierre awkwardly, "You go home first, Pierre, don't have to see me off. This is my family. He came to pick me up. Did he scare you just now? I'm so sorry!"

"None... It doesn't matter!" Pierre was a little inexplicably nervous. "Well, see you tomorrow!"

Watching him leave, Fred strode to the bar, noting Dorothy at all, as if he was angry with her.

"Fred!" She called him, but he did not respond to her, but accelerated his pace. She closed her mouth knowingly and followed his footsteps quickly.

As soon as you open the door of the bar, the familiar smell of tobacco will come to your nose.

Dorothy walked through the people in the bar and walked straight to the attic.

Raphael, who was quietly listening to the conversation between the two Americans, found that something was wrong with her. He quickly apologized and followed Dorothy.

"Dorosy, can you tell me what happened?" Raphael stood under the stairs and greeted her with concern.

It took a long time for Dorothy's muffled answer: "I have nothing to do, Raphael."

"But I clearly see that you are unhappy. Can I go up and see you?" Dealing with little girls is so complicated.

"Raphael, how about tomorrow? I'm going to bed." There is really a hint of fatigue in Dorothy's voice. Maybe she is too tired to play today.

"Well, don't forget to take off your clothes when you go to bed." Raphael told her that she left uneasy.

After the bar closed, Raphael went to the attic. Sure enough, Dorothy slept soundly in the clothes she wore when she went out to play today.

He sighed gently and smiled helplessly. After all, she was still a child.

He gently helped her take off her clothes, put them on the back of the chair, and a piece of rubbed paper fell out of the pocket of her coat.

Raphael looked down, picked it up and put it on the table. First, he covered the quilt for Dorothy, and then withdrew from the bedroom without making a sound with a note.

Raphael turned around and touched the tip of his nose with Fred, who was standing at the door of Dorothy's bedroom.

"Why are you here?" Fred looked at Raphael with a surprised face and moved back in a panic.

"Shh, whisper, Fred, Dorothy, she fell asleep. Come on, come downstairs. I have something to show you. Raphael waved to him and walked downstairs without even turning his head to confirm, as if he was sure that Fred would follow him.

"Raphael." Fred lowered his head and smiled gloomically. Suddenly, he rushed downstairs. The sharp dagger suddenly did not enter the defenseless Raphael's body, and the pain made him scream.

"Are you all right, my dear Raphael?" Fred stretched out his pale fingers and stroked Raphael's bloodless face.

"Fred, you..." The blood stained his white shirt, and the pain on the body was nothing for a long time. What was more painful was the heart. It's screaming, it's screaming, it doesn't believe that its good brother will treat itself like this!

Three hundred years, three hundred years!

Isn't it enough for two unrelated people to have feelings for such a long time? Even if it's just a little bit!

"Hey! Who is he? Why do you look exactly like me?"