The Secret Meeting (2)
"..." was the last thing Anna wanted to hear, she didn't know what to say, she just looked at Alexandre sadly, she seemed to see the tears in the corner of Alexandre's eyes, so she took out her handkerchief and handed it to him, then comforted him and said: "Alexandre, people can't live again, you have to be sad ... then what will you do in the future? "Alexandre, you can't live again, you must be sorry. ... What are you going to do?"
"I have no other choice but to inherit my father's job as a gardener and manage the rose garden, it's the only thing that keeps me alive ... my mother died soon after giving birth to me and my father left me after working so hard to raise me, I have no family left ... You are the only person in the world that I care about. ..." said Alexander as he grabbed Anna's hand that she handed him a handkerchief and could not help but kiss and rub it carefully, one hot teardrop falling onto Anna's The warmth of the teardrops burned his hand.
The warmth of the teardrops burned the skin of Anna's hand, and a ripple of springtime light rippled through Anna's heart. Anna let Alexander take her hand and let the warmth of his lips fall on her skin. She couldn't bear to withdraw her hand, let alone withdraw it, and quietly savoured the passionate kiss from Alexander. Despite this, the feeling of grief overwhelmed the inner stirring and a tear, a tear of sympathy, slipped down Anna's face.
At this moment, he was so close to her, it was like a dream ...
"Anna, come out, it's time to gather in the chapel. ..." was Sister Mary's voice.
She looked at him with a look of reluctance: "Sister Mary is calling me, I have to go, take care ..."
Alexander looked at Anna fondly, as if he was sighing and saddened by the short time they had spent together. Despite this, he said with a smile on his face, "Thank you for being with me, Anna, even if I only had a few minutes with you, I feel better, Anna, take care of yourself ..."
Two pairs of eyes gazed at each other in silence, as if they were looking into the depths of their souls through each other's eyes, as if after this short meeting, two hearts had become so close ...
...
When Sister Mary saw that Anna took half a day to come out of the room, she asked, "What are you doing in the room? So slow. ..."
Anna felt uncomfortable and stammered, "I'm sorry, Sister Mary, I was just ... lying in bed ... and almost fell asleep ... "
Shortly afterwards, Sister Mary and Anna arrived in the chapel and saw that the sisters had already passed by. A piano was set up at the front of the chapel, just to the left of the centre, and someone was already playing it, the gorgeous scales filling every corner of the chapel and naturally falling on Anna's ears.
Who was playing the piano? Who was playing the piano? Anna couldn't help but crane her neck and fix her eyes on the person playing the piano. The man was dressed in a black suit and his black hair was neatly combed back, probably due to the use of hair oil, and it glistened in the light of the hall. The man's head was bowed as he concentrated on playing a piece Anna didn't know the name of, the sound of the piano gentle, as if describing a romantic starry sky in a soft night.
After a while, the man who had been playing stood up and said something to the matron. So the Mother Superior asked, "Who can play the piano? There must be a nun to play it in the future. The Count was kind enough to donate the piano to us and we should use it more often. ..." No one said anything and the hall was silent. The Mother Superior then said, "Count, how about this, you order a nun to play the piano at your leisure, and if it doesn't work out, you can give us a few pointers ..."