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Cyril was so angry that her head was dizzy when she woke up in the morning.

Naiden was a little horrified when serving breakfast, seeing his host with a deadpan face, the plate was almost poked in half by a fork.When cleaning the dishes, I was surprised to see the sharp scratches on the porcelain, which shows how much effort was used.

Krohn was pretty quiet today.Lying on the table, he was almost collapsed into a cake, only his tail was shaking slightly, and his blue eyes were pure and innocent staring at him.Even when Cyril was about to go out, she didn't see it entangled with it, as obedient as she could be.

There was no class he wanted to attend in the morning, and he didn't want to stay at home, so he changed his clothes and went out for a stroll.

Wandering on the street without any goal, sitting on a bench by the street watching passers-by, passing by an ice cream shop where activities are held, a doll dressed as a minion forcefully stuffed a balloon into his hand, he is ignorant Unconsciously, I took the balloon and walked a long way. I saw a girl holding her mother's hand and looking at him enviously with her fingers in her mouth. She bent down and gave the balloon to her.

At a certain moment, he stood at the intersection waiting for the green light on the opposite side to turn on, and suddenly felt an unprecedented fear.Everything is so strange, strange places, strange people, strange buildings, even the sky and the air are strange, and he is in it, as if he is being swallowed by a huge black mouth.With such fear in his heart, he followed the flow of people across the sidewalk, stood on the side of the road and looked back blankly. Countless people passed by him. He looked dizzy for a while.

why am i hereWhere am I going?what do I need to do?

Many kinds of doubts swirled in his mind, making his unclear thoughts more and more chaotic, and he just walked forward, walking, until he saw an empty chair in an open-air cafe, slowly Sit down slowly, the eyes are still grotesque.

Consciousness told him that his current state was obviously not right.But he couldn't control this mutation, his temples were bulging and painful, those important nerves were twitching slightly, his five senses were dull and paralyzed, Anna's face kept flashing in the chaotic picture, Anna in Medellín, She smiled and bid him farewell so coldly and tenderly, and then there was the darkness after the explosion—Cyril couldn't tell what this flashback of memory meant, he had keen anxiety and fear in his heart, but he couldn't control it Body.

The brain seems to be divided in two halves, deadlocked and devoured by each other.The half of the rigid body maintains the superficial silence, and the other half is inexplicably crazy and brutal, surging and tearing something apart.

"Sir! Sir!" A figure of a girl was transmitted from those dark and speckled images, holding a tray and tilting her head, looking at him worriedly, "Sir, your complexion is not very good - is there anything I can do to help you?" ?”

Cyril stared at the image almost nervously... Finally he said, "Hot cocoa."

A cup of hot cocoa was quickly placed in front of him.

He could feel the heat from the drink and smell the rich sweet aroma, but he couldn't pinpoint its location.The broken field of vision is like a fog, with a piece of light and a shadow.Xi Ruier stretched out his fisted hand with difficulty, grasped it falsely, and leaned firmly on the edge of the table. After taking a deep breath, he asked for help, "Please."

"What did you say, sir?"

"... Please."

The waitress girl probably saw that something was wrong, and the guest who was about to fall told her to get out of her mind from being obsessed with his appearance for a moment, and then realized what he wanted, and picked up the cup of hot cocoa with her hands almost trembling, and tried it Wen Wen carefully brought the rim of the cup to the pair of beautifully curved and extremely shallow lips.Few invisible swallowing movements.It wasn't until the cup was reduced by a third that the ice-blue pupils slowly opened again.

Because of the extremely close distance, she could clearly see the blankness in the pair of pupils.The lack of focal length cannot conceal their charm at all, just like the purest and clear gemstones condensed with a light mist, no perfect adjective can describe the experience of the first impression it brings to others, her hand trembled involuntarily, and Coco from Some spilled from the guest's lips, the girl took away the cup as if facing a big enemy, and quickly touched her apron pocket, trying to find a handkerchief to help him wipe it clean. Own lips—this action lasted for a long time.

She stood there uneasily, watching the guest sitting there like a sculpture, and it took a long time for her eyes to slowly open again.The girl handed over the handkerchief tremblingly, and the other party seemed to be taken aback, and took it with his hand, and wiped the cocoa between his lips and fingers before raising his head.

"Sorry, I'm sorry," Cyril's voice was still weak and gentle, but it roughly returned to normal, "Thank you."

The girl subconsciously hugged the wooden tray in her arms, and her face suddenly turned red: "No, it's okay..." She blushed and looked at the guest with some concern, "Sir, you, are you okay... ..."

Cyril sat there, glanced at the handkerchief in his hand, and then at the cup of hot cocoa, his movements and thinking were still a little sluggish, at least he became normal: "It's okay." The problem is serious.He turned to look at the young and petite waiter, "Sorry for dirtying your handkerchief..."

"No, no, no," the girl quickly waved her hand, "Just don't dislike me." She looked shyly and boldly into the other's eyes, "It's great that you're fine!" She involuntarily grasped the edge of the tray, "You ……What you need?"

Cyril paused for a moment, and out of the corner of her eye, she saw a poster posted in the glass window: "Buffy, vanilla parfait."

"Good sir!"

It took a while for Cyril to control the nerves in her legs.He moved his legs a little, and looked at his hands again.He knew that he should contact Naiden immediately at this time, and ask him to take him back, and then contact the top hospital to give himself a detailed and accurate examination-but he has no such thoughts now, the fact that his life is threatened It didn't make him feel any sense of crisis. He just stared at a small succulent potted plant on the table so calmly and peacefully. The parasol also covered his shadow. The sun wasn't warm, but the wind wasn't cold either.In his field of vision, the materialization of time flowed by his side like running water, and it was a matter of an instant, and he suddenly understood what Mrs. Lamani had warned him about.

At that moment, he couldn't help the tears welling up in his eyes, and he sat blankly, his slow thoughts running through many memories, but everything was so pale and empty, everything faded away, and nothing wavered.

A mug of colorful parfait was placed in front of him, and the girl sat down across from him.

When Cyril looked up, the girl blushed as if she could burn, and said in a soft and hesitant voice, "I think... I think you need help." Ask, "Can I, can I sit here?"

Cyril stared at the girl.Soft fluffy dark brown hair, a ponytail tied with a sunflower rope, wheat-colored skin, and not very delicate features, it is the usual deep and healthy appearance of Spanish girls.The youthful and moving vitality overflowed her body, as bright and fresh as a blooming flower—he was momentarily absent-minded, and then nodded slowly: "...Thank you."

The girl's eyes suddenly lit up.

The ice cream is sweet and greasy, with rich layers of nuts and wafers, and the excess sugar makes his thinking clearer.

"Sir, are you sick?" the girl asked cautiously.

"Yes." Cyril said slowly, and then added, "It's not serious... just a little hypoglycemia."

The girl seemed to be relieved, her black pupils were shining, and she was obviously curious: "Where are you from?" she asked, and then explained in a panic, "I, I mean... You don't look Spanish."

"England, I'm from England," he said softly, "I have Mediterranean blood."

The girl had a longing look on her face: "That's right..."

She stared at his calm brows and eyes, and she couldn't see his emotions at the moment, but she just had an inexplicable feeling: "What is bothering you?" There was a childlike innocence on the young face, "Sir, You don't look happy."

Xi Ruier looked at the spoon in his hand, and asked after a while: "'Happy', what kind of feeling is it?"

The girl tilted her head in a daze, and it took her a long time to organize her words before she stumbled and said, "That's right, I feel very happy—eating delicious food, seeing beautiful people...helping others, I think it's worth the money ...will feel very happy." She blushed and added in a low voice, "It's like meeting you, it's a very happy thing."

Cyril put down the spoon, sat quietly, and then asked, "But what if you lose your satisfaction? How can you be happy if you don't get satisfaction from whatever you do?"

It took the girl a long time to understand the meaning of this sentence, she couldn't believe it: "How could it be like this?"

After a long pause, Cyril smiled slightly: "Yes, why is that so?"

He has a lot of things, many things that ordinary people can't even imagine, but probably because he has too many things, that's why he feels that everything is boring.For most people, they don’t have to eat if they don’t want to eat. They will naturally be willing to eat when they are hungry, and they don’t have to do work if they don’t want to. But in the end, life will force you to climb out of the warm bed and rush to work.Everyone can get satisfaction from the realization of various needs-but want to have nothing, need nothing, where does the satisfaction come from?

"I seem to be stuck in a dead end," he murmured.

Once he had sustained himself with the drive of his past and his vengeance.Now the dust has settled, everything is over, and he is alone, lost everything he cares about, clean.

Yes, I am not happy.he thinks.

So how can I make myself happy?

"Sir?" The girl looked at him in bewilderment.

"Thank you." The person opposite her said suddenly, stood up and put a large bill on the table, "Thank you very much."

"Sir!" When he was about to leave, she called out to him urgently, but when he stopped and turned his head, she suddenly couldn't say anything, "Can you..." She pursed her lips, " Will you come again?"

Xi Ruier turned her head to look at the store name, and smiled slightly: "I will remember you."

After walking a long way, I heard shouting behind me: "My name is Shanna!" Cyril hesitated for a moment, but didn't look back.

Mrs. Ramani made an appointment in advance, and asked Naiden to contact Kaili by the way—Metia was not affected much, and he was responsible for the finishing work of Atlantis. At present, the two laboratories have been combined into one. One—he needs several neurologists, and after the interview, he will decide whether to go to the top neurology hospital for a detailed examination.

After today's unexpected situation, Cyril was almost certain that there was still some unaware problem in his mind, and this problem was not only affecting his health, but also gradually eroding his spirit.

He has been blinded by psychological problems for a long time, and he himself thinks that the success of revenge has lost his spiritual support and led to his current appearance, thus misleading the people around him to some extent.He did have some psychological problems, but not so serious.Mrs. Lamani always thought that he was hiding a part of himself, and he also thought it was because he couldn't be completely honest, but is it possible...something in the subconscious is affecting him?

This lesion makes you look like another person.

The night passed peacefully, and was woken up by Kroen slapping his face before dawn.Xi Ruier walked to the window with the cat in his arms, opened the window and looked down, and saw a tall and straight man in formal clothes in the mist of night, the sleepiness suddenly disappeared completely .He raised Kroen expressionlessly, looked into those innocent blue eyes, let go, threw it down, and slammed the window shut.Little traitor!What good did this guy do you!

I tried my best to rush downstairs, opened the door, and the man standing on the steps squatted the cat on his shoulder, raised his head and smiled at him.

Cyril wanted to slam the door in his face.

It was quite cold in Salamanca in the early morning, and the fireplace had already been extinguished. Cyril knocked on the door of the butler's room and went upstairs to change her clothes.When he came down again, the living room was warm, and Lance was sitting on the sofa drinking coffee lazily.Various aromas were already wafting from the kitchen.

It was hard for Cyril himself to imagine that someone had offended him like that, and he wished he could shoot him down yesterday, but all the anger dissipated so easily—seeing this person again after such a short period of time, He couldn't feel the anger surging in his chest.Only restlessness.Anxiety, something unexpected, reappeared.

"How long are you going to stare at me?" Cyril sat down on another sofa.

Kroen jumped onto the coffee table and tentatively touched his arm with his paw. His blue eyes were as clean as they could be, as innocent as they could be.Cyril glanced at it and didn't move.

Holding a coffee cup, Lance didn't answer the question, but smiled slowly: "Why did you reject Shana?"

Cyril didn't wonder why this person would even know a waiter in a roadside cafe.This heinous desire to control once made him extremely disgusted.He said coldly: "Meeting one Clauris is enough."

Lance pushed the file bag he brought over from the edge of the coffee table: "Your original medical records after the Medellin incident—if you are sure that you...have lesions, then these things may be able to help you."

He took his finger away from the file bag, paused for a moment, put it on his chin, and said with a smile: "To be honest, it's not surprising, but hearing you say that... I'm quite happy."