Chapter 363

The deepest layer of the underground vault of the dark spirit Pavilion is in the cave stone chamber by the lava lake.

Willie sat on the edge of the bed, quietly looking at Marca's side face, and telling her past in an unclear order.

In fact, she is not sad, because she can finally look at the boy in front of her and smile heartily.

Even if only today, even if only this short time, she will no longer regret.

"Do you know?" she said, "I... Have a wish... The biggest. I always hope to smile at my best friend..."

"Because feelings... Must be expressed in order to make people understand..."

……

There is no curse about the brova family, or maybe Willie herself is a girl who is not good at words.

Since Willie's mother died, her father, Mr. brova, felt like a hole that could never be filled.

He was always cheerful, as if his own emotions had been sealed, and he never showed a smile again.

He poured all his love for his wife into little Willie.

With excessive doting and protection, Willie has rarely been able to contact outsiders since she was a child. Not to mention her peers, even adults are just a few maids responsible for taking care of her daily life.

Perhaps because of this, Willie, who spoke very late, was not sensible until she was more than six years old.

In her world, there is no other existence except her father and her own bedroom.

Until one day, a pair of guests came to brova castle

"Mr. brova, thank you for letting us stay in your castle for some time. To tell you the truth, the best holiday I have ever spent in my life is the one my father brought me to your castle..."

In a reception hall in brova fort, Willie's father sat opposite a couple, chatting quietly.

At the back of the sofa where the couple sat, a little girl was standing beside them very wisely. Look at her very lady standing posture. It is obvious that she has been taught by excellent etiquette.

But if you look at her big flexible eyes, you can see that the girl may not be as clever as it appears.

"You're welcome," said Mr. brova calmly. "Our two families have been friendly for generations. It's just accommodation. It's not a big deal... There are many guest rooms in the castle, not to mention anything else!"

Even though he was joking politely, Willie's father was still impassive. Although he has been well educated by his successors since he was young, this expression is not disgusting, but a sense of distance always arises spontaneously.

"Ha ha, this is really the best!" the man said with a hearty smile. "Speaking of it, we had a Quidditch competition on the hillside behind the castle! Now I think about it, I really miss --"

"... indeed."

Mr. blova's face changed slightly and nodded coldly.

If you are an ordinary guest, you will not talk in depth, so even if you talk with a straight face, it will not create an embarrassing atmosphere.

But the couple, especially the man, not only had a family friend with the blova family, but even had a good time of friendship with the blova couple.

In this case, Willie's father is still expressionless, so it's easy to be cold.

"Eric, maybe I have a lot to do, but..." advised Fang slightly heavily, "ina's death is really sad, but don't you still have a daughter? If you've been like this, it's also good for the children..."

He and blova were not the only ones on the back mountain. Willie's mother, who had just met Mr. brova, was also present at that time and cheered them with laughter.

Although after that, the broois didn't fall in love immediately - they were still at school! But when it comes to the emotional experience of their husband and wife, it is an inevitable beginning.

When the other party put aside his last name and called him "Eric", it was a conversation between friends.

"You won't understand."

Mr. blova interrupted the subject with a faint shake of his head.

Seeing that the friend didn't want to talk more, the other party had to sigh and take the initiative to lead the topic elsewhere.

This is the case with the wizard family that is proud of pure blood. When both sides bear their family names, their position can no longer allow them to speak freely.

Even a former friend will become an enemy if he is careless.

In most cases, maintaining the friendship between families is much more heavy and complex than maintaining the friendship between individuals.

"Crackle."

After another flat and polite conversation, Mr. brova shook his wand and made a soft noise. Immediately, a pair of servants came quietly after knocking on the door and led the guests to the guest room that had already been prepared.

The rest of Mr. brova took another sip of tea on the table and narrowed his eyes slightly facing the warm sunshine outside the window.

On his face, in addition to fatigue, there was some unspeakable complexity.

After a while, blova opened his eyes again. The dazzling sunshine seemed to make him feel at a loss. He shook his eyes and turned his head away.

"... maybe the space I left for Willie... Is really too 'narrow'."

Just now, the conversation with his old friends made him involuntarily recall that year.

Willie's mother has always been a smiling woman. Although I don't talk much on weekdays, that kind and warm smile has never been lost.

Moreover, even though she is not good at words, she always likes making friends.

He was thinking that maybe his daughter should be like that.

"Crackle."

With another soft sound, another servant pushed the door in and stood beside blova to listen to orders.

"Is Willie in the bedroom now?" he asked softly, with a soft tone.

After getting a positive answer, with an extremely small explosion, blova disappeared from the living room and appeared in front of Willie's bedroom door again.

"Dudu"

The door was soon opened, and a middle-aged maid stood by the door and saluted slightly.

"Father."

In the bedroom, little Willy was sitting at her desk, looking through a picture book called "magical aquatic plants". Her crystal white hair was magically turned into shiny gold by Mr. Black.

It was a flawless gold that could reflect a dazzling light in the sun, just like her mother.

Hearing the sound from the door, little Willie turned back, blinked her big eyes and quietly called him.

Yes, it's "father", not "father".

This is the second word Willie has learned since "mother" and has been using until now. Mr. brova did not try to correct her, because he felt that he did not deserve to be called "father" by his daughter.

"Well, Willie... What are you reading?" asked blova softly, coming close.

"Flowers." little Willy said calmly, "in the water, beautiful... Eat people."

"Really?" Boulevard nodded. "Well, it's really beautiful."

In the eyes of others, the father and daughter are actually a little strange. They are expressionless and say superficial and plain words to each other. They often talk for a long time without a key word.

Naturally, her daughter's words are still very ignorant. It's not surprising to speak like this. But the father seemed to be afraid of what he had said wrong, which inadvertently hurt his daughter. His hands touched his daughter were clumsy and trembling.

After a tasteless conversation, Willie's father seemed to have finally made up his mind.

"Willie, do you... Want a friend?" he asked cautiously.

"'friend friend '?" little Willie said expressionless, "'friend'... What is it?"

"We can play together, eat together and talk together... HMM..." Mr. brova hesitated for a moment, as if he were examining what he had said, and then continued, "... In short, it is a person who will feel very... Very warm together."

Little Willy looked at her nervous father, looked at the picture album in her hand, and thought with her head tilted.

"Well," she finally nodded, "friend... Very good."

……

The next morning, little Willy took her father's big hand and appeared in the restaurant of the main castle.

It can be seen that she is actually a little uncomfortable, but the feeling of curiosity outweighs timidity. She is scanning everything around with her bright eyes.

Mr. blova sat on the throne and looked into his daughter's eyes full of love.

Before long, the door of the restaurant was gently pushed open. The pair of guests invited to breakfast came in with their daughter.

Little Willy's eyes immediately fell on the girl behind the guest. She stared at each other without blinking, and didn't move away for a moment.

It seemed that she noticed little Willie's sight, and the girl looked at her.

Just for a moment, the two eyes seemed to blend together, and a wonderful feeling grew up in little Willy's heart.

"Maybe that's the feeling of wanting to smile at each other?"

After a long time, when she recalled the girl's childhood again, Willie vaguely understood the vague warmth in her heart at that time.

She looked at each other with the girl all breakfast time. Perhaps the other party was just curious about her expressionless peer, but she realized the meaning of the word "friend" to herself for the first time.

"Hello, my name is' EVA clerois'... You can call me EVA."

After breakfast, with the acquiescence of her parents, the little girl took the lead in saying hello.

"My name is... Wei, Wei Li... Buloba?" little Wei Li still has a wooden face, but her hasty tone and broken syllables make her look more lovely.