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Gibran was even more angry when he heard this, and cursed angrily: "Your fucking brain is broken, who are you helping?!"

"Calm down..."

"How do you keep calm!" Gibran almost became furious. Yi Lian had never seen him like this, and was a little at a loss for a while.

"Your heroic disease is attacking again, what do you think you are, are you a god, are you a saint?! You can help him escape after being insulted like this, thinking that you can make others feel grateful to you. Forgive this kind of person It's God's business, not me and your responsibility!"

Chapter 3 III.

three,

Two people are on the ground, one wants to escape from the oppression, the other wants to control the form, all demeanor and etiquette are forgotten.After a stalemate like this for a quarter of an hour, the two of them let go of each other when they were exhausted.

The servant had already fled to nowhere.

"Unheard of, eye-opening."

Mr. Gibran repeated several times in a low voice.He finally calmed down and returned to his usual expression. He seemed a little embarrassed, so he stood up and straightened his appearance.

Yi Lian took off the jacket of the suit with a cold face and threw it directly into the trash can.

"You really..." Gibran regained his clear expression, spread his hands and said, "Well, I didn't encounter this kind of thing anyway. Let me tell you, if I didn't happen to meet, I wouldn't be able to point fingers .”

"okay."

Yi Lian obviously didn't want to mention this matter again, he and Gibran walked out side by side.

Both of them tacitly did not mention this matter again.

Mr. Yi Lian was born in a wealthy family, with golden branches and jade leaves, but he can only suffer from being dumb in this matter.

Afterwards, he thought carefully about where he had seen that servant, and even deeply doubted whether he had offended him.But in fact, he couldn't think of where he had seen it after much deliberation, so he had to forget about it.

Mr. Yi Lian's daily life is very busy. He is the real master of this voyage, and he has to deal with all the big and small things one by one. Such trivial matters are naturally not worth wasting more of his time.

A week later, the shop owner who sells medicinal materials on the ship asks Mr. Yi Lian to report the situation of drug sales for the week, and hand over the tax money to him by the way.

The chubby shopkeeper was talking nonsense, but Mr. Yi Lian didn't seem to be paying much attention to it. He propped his chin with his hands, looking sleepy.

The owner was taken aback, thinking he was not interested in these things.The simple thing is that almost everyone on board knew that Mr. Yi Lian would never criticize the servants, so the shop manager was not afraid.

Suddenly, Mr. Yi Lian stretched out his finger, pointed to a line on the document and said: "This medicine has been used twice as much as last month."

The shopkeeper stretched his neck to look: "Oh, this one..."

"If I remember correctly, it should be an anti-inflammatory and analgesic drug." Yi Lian's voice was like ice, but he couldn't hide his concern.

"This is..." The store manager hesitated for a moment, wondering if he should say it.

Yi Lian said, "Just say it."

"There's a kid from nowhere who seems to be dying."

After the store manager said this, he saw a significant change in Mr. Yi Lian's expression.

"What do you mean dying?"

"Blind, I don't know where the country bumpkin came from. He's still lame. He's been honest and worked hard since he got on the boat. It's just that he got into a fight with someone a few days ago, and he got injured all over his body and broke two ribs. "

"..."

"He fights happily, but the salary he earns every day is not enough for medicine. He can also buy some anti-inflammatory medicine every day and go back to carry it by himself. He hasn't come to buy medicine these days, probably because he is about to die. "

When saying such words, the store manager's tone did not show any sympathy or pity.He has seen this kind of thing a lot.

The servants at the bottom are full of depression and unwillingness, especially the young lads, who are more likely to be irritated.Not to mention this cripple, he has been bullied all the time, and if he suddenly erupts one day, it must be a big fight.

Who would have thought of paying with their lives?

Mr. Yi Lian was silent, and didn't say much. He flipped through the other bills, and after seeing that there were no problems, he said to the store manager, "Go back first."

The store manager thought that he probably didn't want to hear such cruel words describing reality.

Mr. Yi Lian is only 20 years old this year. He comes from a noble family. He has never encountered the dirty things in society, so he doesn't know that for the people at the bottom: smoking, drinking, promiscuity, dancing, working, and fighting.These are the norms of life.

Yi Lian wrote letters with a pen, and her fluent English was very beautiful.

After he finished writing the letter, he sealed the envelope in an envelope, pasted it with sealing paste, and then let out a cry.

The personal servant came in quickly, waiting for the order respectfully.

"Go get Gibran..."

Before Yi Lian finished speaking, she suddenly paused, then waved her hand and said, "Go down."

The servant was puzzled and returned empty-handed.

Mr. Yi Lian stood up from the table and walked step by step in the room.He lowered his head, walked back and forth with his hands behind his back, as if he was thinking about some complicated problem.

He wanted Gibran to come over and help him think about it.However, Yi Lian was a little scared by the furious look of her best friend before, and she couldn't help thinking that she couldn't discuss this matter with him.

If the servant was wrong, there can be no doubt that he was wrong.However, if the crime is counted as a score, it needs a lot of basis to determine the exact score.

Of course Yi Lian was very angry, and ten points should be added to his sinful score.

Besides, Gibran is also very angry, so five points should be added.

But...but...

That's all.

That servant did not bring any substantial harm to Yi Lian.

Could this [-] percent crime be enough to kill him?

Yi Lian's walking steps became anxious, every step revealed the master's entangled mood.

Wait, wait.

Yi Lian didn't want his life.What really killed him was not the fifteen points of crime, but because he had no money.

It has nothing to do with Yi Lian if she has no money to buy medicine and see a doctor.

If Yi Lian didn't ask a question today, she really didn't know.How the lame boy died, no one can find out.

Although she thought so in her heart, Yi Lian didn't feel any sense of relief.

After walking around the room for 15 minutes, Yi Lian sighed deeply and took off the black dress she was wearing.

Originally, he was wearing this suit and planned to attend a banquet in the hall on the top floor.

Now, however, he took off his clothes and changed into casual clothes.

Then he opened the door and walked down the stairs to the bottom of the cabin.

Mr. Yi Lian had never entered the lowest cabin, he thought that there would not be a big gap in the same boat.

However, it wasn't until he actually entered here this time that he really saw clearly that the world here was completely different from the world he lived in.

The dark and damp place revealed a frightening strangeness, Yi Lian walked on the floor, only feeling that the slippery and soft touch frightened him.

It was said that all the servants went out to work, and only the cripple remained in the lodging.

Yi Lian walked there, thought for a while, and when there was finally no reason to delay, he took a deep breath and knocked on the door.

No reply.

Yi Lian tried to push it open, but the door was not locked.

The room was messy and damp, and there was no bed, just a thin quilt on the floor.

Yi Lian saw someone lying on the ground, but couldn't see his face clearly.

"you……"

Yi Lian just said a word, the man shivered as if he was frightened, and then coughed violently.

This made Yi Lian startled, and hurried over.

The man raised his head while coughing, saw Yi Lian's face, and actually gave a wry smile:

"To hell with it."

"..."

Before Yi Lian understood the servant's intention, she heard the servant muttering to himself: "I must die before I can see you. I'm really sorry for letting you appear in the dream of someone like me. Probably It's also an insult to you."

"..."

"Mr. Yi Lian, I am sincerely sorry, because I did something so rude to you last time." The servant coughed and said intermittently: "I am going to die soon, and I have no chance to meet you, so I can't express my apology in person. I... I am so humble and despicable, I really don't want to dirty your eyes. But, I will leave immediately and disappear into this world with all dirty things..."

This servant spoke very slowly, before he finished speaking, Yi Lian interrupted him.

"What's your name?"

The lame servant froze for a moment, as if he finally understood that this was reality.

The servant lowered his head and whispered, "My name is You En."

He thought it was in a dream just now that he uttered such unbearable words, but now he realized that he knelt down while dragging his seriously ill body, not daring to look at Mr. Yi Lian's face at all.

"Yuen." Mr. Yi Lian nodded, walking back and forth in the small cabin.

"You know that what you did is so...so, even if Mr. Gibran killed you, you have no right to feel resentment. Do you agree with this?"

Yoon bent over and nodded, clasping his hands tightly together.

"When you board my ship and sign the agreement, your life is no longer your own. Don't say that you have done something wrong. Even if you are completely innocent, you can't complain about being beaten and scolded by your master."

Yi Lian stood in front of him, looking down coldly.

Mr. Yilian Hubert is very tall and slender.His hands are beautiful and fair, even if they hang naturally on both sides of his body, they still look young and full of vigor.When he was silent, his expression was calm, and his eyes attracted all attention.

Eun said: "Yes, yes." Being able to talk to Mr. Yi Lian was really something he had never thought of in his life.But he also knew that it was because Mr. Yi Lian was about to die a servant on board, and the news would damage Mr. Yi Lian's reputation.That's why Yi Lian had to come over to communicate with him in person.

So You En kowtowed on the ground, mustered up the courage to raise his head, and met Mr. Yi Lian's eyes:

"...You don't have to have any worries. If you sail to any land later, please throw me directly, so that my death has nothing to do with you and Mr. Gibran. If I unfortunately die on your ship... I can write a letter right now, declaring with full authority that my death has nothing to do with you..."

Mr. Yi Lian's deep eyes are enough to make people lose their minds and lose their minds.

Montaigne said that love is a capricious and capricious feeling, it is wild and impulsive, sometimes high and sometimes low, sometimes hot and cold...

So who is going to tell Eun how to get rid of this kind of emotion that keeps him restless and anxious all day long, and how to become erratic and erratic?

When You En fell down, he saw Mr. Yi Lian's surprised face.

What kind of a face is that?

Why is love defined as a crazy desire?

Chapter 4 Four and Five.

four,

three weeks later.

At this time Eun was sitting silently on the chair.The doctor applied alcohol to his wound, which should have been very painful, but he didn't say a word.

Mr. Yi Lian is at the desk not far away.He seemed to be a little distressed, and he tugged at the slightly curly hair with his fingers, and he didn't stop venting his anger until the hair became messy.

If Gibran saw the scene in front of him and knew that Yi Lian not only forgave the servant, but also spent money to buy medicine for him, then there would be another controversy.