【圣夏圆舞曲 Summer Waltz 翻译版】 - Chapter 1
This is just an extremely ordinary street.
When the first beam of daylight strikes the clean asphalt road, its surrounding immediately follows by a tone belonging only to the morning.
Six o'clock sharp, the familiar sight of a newspaper delivery boy appears right around the corner. The wheels of his bicycle are crushing some leaves as he quickly passes by, leaving behind a trail of crispy melody. Within the next thirty minutes or so, a train will make usual round by the intersection, its deafening whistle starts right on time, accompanied by the gradually arising white smoke. Not too long after, all sorts of people begin to appear on the street, along with other unpredictable tones.
In the most hidden corner, there is a very old apartment. Dark red roof, silvery white brick, birch doors...this old house is only two stories high. It's located on top of a beautiful lawn decorated by different colored roses, surrounded by exotic trees. The webs of evergreen plant resemble Tree Spirit's long and delicate fingers, that softly brush by the entire wall.
Looking from afar, only the massive green shades can be seen.
There is no human trace at all, only the fragrance of flowers and chirping of birds are detected.
But actually...
Hiding among those dense layer of leaves, there is a tiny...dusty window.
White curtain dances lightly in wind, scattering droplets of soft sunlight and graceful aroma of roses.
And this unusual sight...even the birds are unaware of.
Each morning, when the sky just begins to shine...from behind the window, there's also the gradual appearance of a pair of black eyes. The shades of those eyes are deeper than the darkest sky, its gaze is sharper than the best of eagles...and probably much more fierce.
Slowly, those eyes glittered as the skies do, and even more carefully...they are filled with a tone that's purer than the sunlight itself.
The silk curtain swings with whistling wind, and covers that small figure behind the window.
White light starts to get ever so bright, almost blinding.
She slowly raises her arm, and takes a small step back.
Her dark hair flies about the face, like black feathers dancing freely in the morning air.
Even so, she does not blink once, and the gaze quietly crosses all layers of shade, gently passes the disappearing delivery boy, and reaches far into the glowing horizon...
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The huge glass window hid behind the dense leaves, leaving only a few rays of soft light, obliquely scattered on the floor.
"Yinna," The cigar in Mr.Glen's hand has a captivating fragrance, a tiny smoke ring slowly ascended the air. The old man is about 70 years of age, but his hair is dyed completely black, the pair of piercing blue eyes has a tint of blueish tone, and still full of youthful energy. He's sitting in a slightly worn leather couch, gazing thoughtfully at the letter placed in front of him and the little girl by the window.
The girl is round 18, her deep black eyes toned with soft intelligence. The clothes she wears has no decoration at all, her skirt has been cut into interesting strands, almost as if she's wearing one of the costumes made specifically for Death Gods.
She quietly turned, her tall and slim shadow blocked the sunlight. The girl's hair is cut very short, and like her deep eyes, it's shining with a strange yet beautiful light. If she did not wear those kind of dress, it is almost certain that she would be mistaken for a boy.
She did not answer the old man, just silently looked in his way.
"To Hawaii, or Vienna?" Mr.Glen asked in an amusing tone, his hand is turning the cigar. His thin cheekbone clearly drawn the outline of the facial feathers. The old man half-opened his eyes, within it lies a glimpse of amusement. He holds out a shiny coin, lightly throws it in air, "Heads up...Vienna...tail means...Hawaii...Aye, both times are Hawaii...hahaha..."
The young girl softly grinned, and then nodded slightly.
"That isn't right...it should be Vienna..."He hesitantly knocked on the desk, "There is really the place where you can use your skills...the previous ones don't count...let me try again!"
Old man laughed while preparing for another round of throwing the coin, but his hand is abruptly stopped by the girl who came up silently beside him.
Original text (in Chinese): http://www.readnovel.com/novel/25933.html
