What to do if your crush is the Earl

Thin rain.

cemetery.

Martin kneels at Admiral Owen's grave.

Not a word.For a long time.

The branches and leaves swayed, and the shadows of the trees whirled.

The white stone on the tomb is cold, and the prosperity is gone.

He swept away all the withered and fallen flowers, added new colors, and then took off the medal he wore all the year round on the chest of his military uniform, and placed it in front of the tomb.

When he went back, he saw the familiar figure in front of the white palace.

"Sir!" The man greeted him, with hidden eagerness and panic in his eyes.

It's hard to see such fluctuating and dazzling emotions in this person.

But Martin no longer cared.

"Go away." He said coldly, and turned sideways to avoid it.

"Please listen to my explanation, sir!!"

"Explain what?" Martin suddenly turned around and looked at him coldly.

"I………………"

For a moment, Xiao Sheng choked on those cold eyes.

It was as if his throat was blocked by an ice edge, and he was too cold to make a sound.

"Can you explain why you came to me so hard?" Martin sneered, "Go away and don't appear in front of me again."

"No, please~..." Xiao Sheng knelt down with a plop, his face restrained a little, but helplessness and pain could still be seen in those deep black eyes.

Martin's eyes turned down with him, and he looked at him expressionlessly, and his eyes swept across his face inch by inch, and he said:

"This time, you will block my sword for others, and next time, will you stab here for others?"

He raised his right hand, moved it up, and pointed to the position of the heart on the left chest with one finger, and looked at him with a smile.

"No, I will not.

Xiao Sheng kept shaking his head, unable to speak, with an expression of extreme pain on his face.

That smile made him very uncomfortable.

It is no longer warm, gentle, and warm like a spring breeze, but full of endless coldness, ridicule, and distrust.

It seems that the trust accumulated over the years of getting along day and night has collapsed at this moment, vanished, and can no longer be retrieved.

"No..." Xiao Sheng's voice trembled, his voice was hoarse from the pain.The monocle slipped from the corner of his forehead, dangling on a string, swinging back and forth between his chest.

"No... yes..." It seems that this is the only word he can say.

Martin still smiled, raised one hand, and slowly stroked his face.

Pale, colorless, it seems just like this person.One can't see the end anyway.

"You have such a handsome face, how long have you been hiding it for it?"

Xiao Sheng cried.Tears fell drop by drop.

In the eyes of the usual Earl, it was Lingling and moving.

But this time, Martin ignored him.

He picked up the lens on his chest with his fair hand, put it back on his black eyes, then withdrew his hand, turned around without hesitation, and walked into the mansion.

He was smiling until the end.

It was night, and it was raining heavily in Fancheng.

Thunder and lightning.

Martin woke up from a nightmare.

The lightning and thunder also disturbed the dream, allowing him to see Owen's figure on the wind howling ground——so clear, with a gentle smile.

How could he forget, from whom did he learn the inherited gentleness in his blood?

It's Owen.

Deep in his memory, he remembered the quilt he covered him when he came to see him at night, he pretended to be asleep, and suppressed himself to say goodbye to him.

No, he is the chief culprit for separating mother and you.

He was the direct cause of his mother's death! !

Martin hypnotized himself over and over again: Owen is uneasy and kind!

Don't trust him! !

Do not rely on him! !

You must be strong yourself.

From the time he came to Sad Manor, from the beginning to the end, he was alone.

……

But over and over again I thought of the smile at the corner of Owen's mouth when he mentioned him in private.

Gentle, clear, just like the first time I saw it.

But there is only one kind of love and hate in my small heart.

Preconceived, then hated is hated.

So easy, no need for more boosters and reasons.

Hate is hate, no matter how many things he does, he will never be undone.

There are so many good things, but he turned a blind eye, threw them away, fell to the ground, chopped them up, trampled them to pieces, and still couldn't let go of his hatred, he must hate that person until he went to hell.

……

But now that his wish was fulfilled, what did he get?

Today's dream is really good.

The scene in the dream seemed to return to my childhood.He sat by the window, looking in the direction of the village.The man passed by and came over to strike up a conversation.

He ignored him.

Owen didn't mind, smiled lightly, and walked away.

He has a lot of affairs, and he can only care about his younger brother occasionally.

Men may be used to Odin's alienation.So it's not sad, just occasionally a little lost.

But this time Martin turned around.

"Brother—" he stopped the familiar voice, "...you, come back, okay?"

The man turned his head in surprise in Martin's sight. On the face that Martin was very familiar with when he was a child, the stretched smile was about to solidify, and the word "good" was already on his lips.

But in the blink of an eye, the thunder that pierced the sky tore apart that face, and the earth fell into the boundless darkness again.

Turn around.

Martin awoke in terror,

There was lightning and thunder outside the window.

There seemed to be tears in the corners of the cold eyes, but Martin took a few deep breaths and ignored them.

He put on his clothes and stood by the window.

On the large latticed window, raindrops slammed down with thunderbolts, forming a swift water curtain, and the forest sea in the distance was like a ghost image of hell, swaying in the strong wind, occasionally shining with sparkling water.

In the shadow of the night, he saw an existence deeper than the night.

There was a vague figure downstairs.

It merged with the night and became one with the whistling of wind and rain.

That is, Xiao Sheng?

He subconsciously turned his head to look at his watch. The wall clock on the wall had just rang three times.

At three o'clock in the morning, there was a violent storm outside the window.

Could he be standing there on purpose?Or have you never left since the evening?

Martin frowned, staring at the figure outside the window.

Not moving.

It seems to be a frozen statue.

Martin lit a cigarette irritably, and continued to stand in front of the window.

The window is open and bright, and outsiders cannot see the dark interior.So Xiao Sheng would not know that he was here.

…………

When——~……

When—~when—when...

The clock struck four times.

The two people are like two eternal statues, silently deadlocked in the dark night.

Until Martin called the night watchman.

A figure came out of the mansion, holding a coat and an umbrella, and approached the figure.

Martin saw the two of them talking silently in the rain, and then the night watchman stood silently for a while, and finally came back.

"He doesn't answer." The night watchman said helplessly.

Martin cut off the cigar, put it in the ashtray, and took the clothes and umbrella: "Let me do it."

Xiao Sheng raised his head, his eyes were already blurred by the wet black hair and the falling rain, but he could still quickly recognize the breath of the person in front of him.

Martin put the clothes on his shoulders and held the umbrella: "I only promise you one request." He said.

"I want to stay by your side." Xiao Sheng's brows were moist and charming.

"This is not acceptable." Martin flatly refused.

"..."

Xiao Sheng was silent for a long time, the dripping black eyes under the black hair gradually lost their light from flickering.

"I want to...please sir save my father," he said.

"Okay." Martin agreed, and looked at him again, "Go to the cubicle and sleep—for the last time."

"Okay." Xiao Sheng swiped off Martin's sleeve with one hand, but he still didn't touch a single fingertip of the man.

A strong self-loathing rose in his heart.

I feel that I am dirty, filthy, and no longer worthy of that person who is so pure and jade-like.

He dropped his hand.

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"One separate and two separate, each has nothing to do with each other. Is this your punishment for me? Odin?"

In front of the window on the palace and castle, Bremen didn't know whether it was sadness or joy.

Odin didn't kill him with a sword, but chose to leave in this way.

"No, this is just a transaction, it has nothing to do with you and me," Martin stood three steps away from him, "I hope you can keep your promise, Bremen. Tomorrow at the latest, I need to see it before I leave arrive."

"Okay..." Breman put away his playful indecency, "Then how do you know that Tarnay will definitely agree to your request?"

Martin looked out the window with a confused expression, and said, "He owes me once...he will come."

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感谢在2020-04-2720:53:30~2020-04-2923:42:10期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: I don’t see a bottle of Chang’an;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!