[ABO] The Sparrow in the Threshold

"Are you sure you want to do this? If Cheng Yinque is really as moody as the rumors say, and likes to torture servants, maybe you will be killed by him without knowing it...I'm reminding you of the danger of this matter After all, are you so unconfident in your acting skills?"

"To deceive a suspicious person, you must first deceive yourself."

"You are the master, I can only remind you, not stop you."

"...Don't say such things, I trust you very much."

"There is one thing I have to remind you first. This drug can block pheromones, but the side effect is that the body function declines, and the decline is more than a star and a half."

"I know, that's enough."

"I really can't do anything about you... Blood tests and pheromone tests can't be hidden, the test results from the laboratory..."

"It's been arranged a long time ago, use your magic skills quickly, I'm impatient."

"It's not sorcery! It's hypnosis!"

"Okay, then hypnotism."

"...take a deep breath, look at this pocket watch, relax..."

"..."

"I am the person you trust the most..."

"..."

"...Now, forget everything about you...you are the son of Yuka, a low street whore, you have no father and no surname, you are just an ordinary Beta..."

"..."

"The first time you see Cheng Yinque, you can't help but admire him, want to follow him, and only be loyal to him."

"..."

"He is the chains of your heart, and his word is the key."

"..."

"When Cheng Yinque asks you to keep a secret, you will know who you are and what you should do."

-

From two or three drops of water to the downpour, it took only one breath.

When Qianqiu pushed Yinque back into the building, the rain had already soaked their hair and shoulders.The man didn't panic, but said in a deep voice, "I'll go get the towel right away."

Yinque didn't respond, and probably didn't care much about being drenched in the rain.

Carlo likes glass and crystal, and more than half of the walls in the villa are made into huge floor-to-ceiling windows.While waiting for the man to come back, Ginque moved the wheelchair close to the window, staring at the sudden rainstorm.

Fragile flowers sway in the rain, and their fallen petals spread corrupt colors on the ground.

After his vision was slightly blurred, he refocused on the floor-to-ceiling windows, his face was reflected on the glass window, his strangely colored eyes were indescribably strange, even with this face, Yinque began to loathe him inexplicably.

When you are about to die, you really don't want to die, but when you are alive, you can't help but feel that "it's better to die".

Human beings are a collection of countless contradictions, and self-analysis is a difficult problem.

In his reflection, he saw Qian Qiu walking towards him with a white towel, her steps were steady and fast, but the sound of her footsteps was minimal.

"Your footsteps are very light." Yinque said casually.

Qian Qiu seemed to remember the lesson in the cabin, and did not dare to make eye contact with Yinque directly: "I am afraid of disturbing the young master."

He stood beside Silver Sparrow, covered the young master's wet hair with a towel, and gently wiped off the rain.First hair, then cheeks, shoulders and neck, finally Qianqiu squatted down, as if remembering what happened in the cabin, respectfully and humblely wiped off the water on the toe of his shoes.

Yinque didn't look at him, but only looked at the reflection on the glass window: "Kneel down."

Qianqiu's movements paused, but he didn't obey immediately.Yinque was expressionless, as if admiring the collection of an art museum, his eyes wandered between the reflections of the two: "Don't you usually kneel, and you won't kneel today?"

Soon the man's knee was kissing the cold ground.He was too careful, every movement seemed to be wrapped in love, which made Yinque faintly itch.He suddenly said, "Do you think I'm pitiful and sympathetic to me...so you pretend to be your protector in front of me?"

"...don't dare."

"How should I put it, I can feel it a little bit." Yinque said.

He was probably in a good mood, and his tone was very peaceful when he said this.

"sorry."

"Is there anything else you want to say besides apologizing?"

Qianqiu didn't pause for a moment, and said in a deep voice: "Does the young master hate the master?"

"Fortunately."

"But master..." the man said, "The ownership of Guangang is nothing more than the ownership of Guangang, how can it compare to the safety of the young master....He can obviously save the young master."

The words were a little exaggerated, but when they came out of Qianqiu's mouth, they seemed sincere.

"I know."

Although he seemed to be answering, Qianqiu could tell that his young master was talking to himself.

"I know he can save me. As long as I withdraw from the bidding of Guangang as soon as possible, I can be saved without having my eyes gouged out."

His voice was so soft that it was almost covered by the sound of the rain outside.

"But he didn't.... Today I can still be your master, the only heir to the family, and a person who can be regarded as standing on the top of the mountain in the whole empire. I will always have no worries about food and clothing, and live in luxury because of his decision. "

Yinque laughed softly: "And I just lost one eye, and the ability to trust others... Isn't it a good deal."

Qianqiu remained silent, just listening quietly.

"I never blame anyone," Silver Sparrow said.

The man wiped off the water on the toes of his shoes, as if he didn't hear his words, stood up with the towel, smiled and looked at Yinque: "Master, it's time for dinner."

"I don't really want to eat." Yinque said, "Smoke."

"Dr. Carlo said that you have refrained from smoking and drinking recently."

"Then do you listen to him or me."

Qianqiu didn't try to dissuade him any more, he obediently took out the cigarette case in his pocket and handed it to Yinque.This is the hard box of BASA he is used to, and Qianqiu had a lot of it with him as soon as they returned to the capital.

But Yinque didn't answer, looked down for a while and said, "But I don't want to smoke BASA today."

"...Then what does the young master want to smoke?"

"I want to smoke..." he pondered, "the one on the boat."

It was the sailors' favorite cigarette, cheap and pungent, and the taste was almost the same as that of dried tobacco leaves.

The pouring rain outside has not stopped, Qianqiu took back the cigarette: "Can I ask Dr. Carlos to borrow an umbrella?"

"Carlo doesn't have an umbrella here, he never goes out, so he doesn't have a car."

"I see."

Qianqiu didn't say any more, nodded slightly, turned and left, and wrapped up a black windbreaker before going out.

Yinque was still looking at him in the reflection of the glass, the man looked indifferent, and all his actions were written as it should be and obeyed him.Whenever he feels this, Yinque will always start to feel palpitations - he will think of the dog cage when he was young, and the lover he once had, crying and begging him to forgive his ugly face.

He lowered his eyes, breathing heavily from his throbbing.

Carlo's villa is in the outskirts, and there are no vendors around, only some simple farmers.

The man walked for nearly an hour in the pouring rain before he found a small shop selling alcohol and tobacco.By the time he returned, the rain had stopped, the sky was a washed light blue, and the silver finch was curled up on the sofa by the fireplace for an afternoon nap.

Qian Qiu stood beside him, neither changing clothes, drying the dripping hair, nor waking him up.

A sleeping Silver Sparrow is defenseless, and anyone can easily kill him.

He suddenly remembered that night in the narrow trap, Yinque was curled up in the same way, almost in his arms, trembling with fear, and excited because death was approaching...While sobbing and saying that he didn't want to die, he comforted the man will be fine.

The man's face was silent, and after a long time of admiration, he sneered faintly and inaudibly.

-

half year later.

"Damn it!" Yinque just got into the car after coming out of the bidding meeting, and cursed unbearably, "Zaris is really brave enough to collect money on both sides!"

Qian Qiu hurriedly handed him the iced tea he always liked to drink, and said softly, "Master, calm down."

"Go to the old house!"

"Yes! Master!" The driver was replaced by a young man, only seventeen or eighteen years old. Although he was timid, he drove well.

And the driver who died under the barrel of the enemy's sniper for Yinque only got a large sum of money to appease his wife and daughter.The corpse has probably been reduced to ashes, and he doesn't even have a clothes tomb.

After Yinque came back from Carlo, he checked out the account in the east as quickly as possible——Justin died in a small wood in the suburbs late one night, and no one knew who did it.The Cheng family wants to continue to develop in an orderly manner, but the Yin family wins over officials from all over the country, eroding the power of the Cheng family at a terrifying speed.

Just now, the expired Guangang announced that in the latest five-year bidding meeting, the family was defeated.

This means that all the shipping in and out of the married family has to pay a large amount of taxes, and it is not handed over to the royal family, but to the contractors in the official port.What they lost was not only the money they could earn from operating the official port. In the future, the people in the official port could seize their goods under any pretext and make all kinds of stumbling blocks in the open and in the dark.

The worst thing is that it is the Yin family who bid for the official port.

What Qianqiu can see by Yinque's side is only a part of the family's decline. According to the rumors in the streets and alleys, it seems that the family is already at dusk.Of course, the real situation will not be as bleak as the common people's talk, only because a faint sense of crisis hangs over the head of every family member - no one knows when the master will lose power, and they also don't know when they will lose their jobs.

After calming down in the car for a while, Yinque leaned against the car window to smoke, and didn't speak for a long time.

Qianqiu took the windbreaker from the storage box at the back of the car, and lightly put it on Yinque's shoulders.

In half a year, Yinque never mentioned looking for a new attendant again, Qianqiu became a legend in a certain sense, and even Cheng Huan looked at him differently.

He managed to stay by Silver Sparrow's side as his most trusted and favorite follower.

Yinque said suddenly: "I always have an ominous premonition."

"Young master is worrying too much."

"No," Yinque said in a low voice, "maybe the day of family destruction is not far away."

Only he can say this, and it is impolite for other people to agree or disagree.

"No matter what happens, I will protect the young master." Qianqiu said with a blank face, as if swearing had become a habit of his, "Do your duty."

"Although I've heard you say it many times, it's really sweet." Yinque said, "It's very pleasant."

He pulled the skirt of his shirt and sighed heavily.

Yinque is not very afraid of losing power and wealth. He just walks along his established life path. When encountering difficulties and ups and downs, he will be anxious and depressed, and when everything is going well, he can also be happy.

But in the past six months, the situation has gotten worse and worse, and he often imagines his life after losing everything.

Others may not be able to guess the ending, but he knows one thing - once the family is over, he is no longer a high-ranking young master, he will lose this loyal entourage by his side, even if he claims to never leave.

And he doesn't want to lose.