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After half a month of simple training, William has mastered some simple skills.This work mainly lies in the personal control of rhythm and emotion.Obviously, William can do very well, even Shakar will have to look at him with admiration.

These days, William sees other people: a peacock who always holds a folding fan made of his own feathers to cover the lower part of his face with only a pair of eyes; a red fox who likes to drink; a slender waist The rattlesnakes... They don't seem to be the species standing on the top of the world, but they all have amazing appearance and fascinating temperament.Some are dangerous, some are expensive, some are avoided, and some are flocked to.

Today, William will welcome his first "surrender".

He put on a pair of brown calfskin high-heeled shoes, which were not feminine at all.If there was a description to add, it would be that the shoe is androgynous, even masculine.The heel is not pointed and thin, but a gentle slope, reminiscent of the texture of riding boots and leather shoes.The crisp echo of the shoes on the floor seemed to be a happy dance.

He pushed open the door and saw a blond man standing there with his back to the door.According to the information in advance, William knew that it was a lion, and it was also the lion king—Brian.

"I think we should first confirm the projects you can accept." William took out a form and handed it to Brian.

Brian took the paper and ticked off quickly.William watched him impassively: he had golden sunlight in his eyes, he was about six feet tall, and his face was dark.When he lowered his head, his eyes were like a white crane docked by the lake, proud but unbearable to disturb.

William took back the watch and saw the dense ticks on it.The only thing that wasn't ticked was "injection," which includes injecting anything into the body—whether it's water, hallucinogens, or poppy juice. It can be seen that Brian has a lot of self-control and is very calm about himself.He nodded and put the form away, "Let's start now, today is the first time, so let's start with the simplest."

Brian's eyes narrowed, and the pupils of the cat family kept expanding in the dark environment.William handcuffs Brian's behind his back.In this cramped environment, everything has just begun.

After it was over, Brian left satisfied.Shakar came over and patted William on the shoulder, "How is it?"

"Not bad, not bad," William said, remembering that Brian seemed to have squinted his eyes and looked satisfied when he left.

"By the way, there is someone looking for you. It's a cute guy." Shakar added, "I was teased by Dubin at the door to come in, saying he was your friend."

"What friend do I have? ... John!" William hurried to the door.

"He's in your room, don't make a mistake." Shakar chuckled, "This guy is also in such a hurry."

William ran back to see John sitting nervously on the only chair in the room, his legs tightly together.He saw William straighten his tie quickly, looking like a hamster caught eating cheese.He blushed suddenly when he saw William. William looked at his clothes and put on a coat.

"What's the matter, John?" William took a bottle of cold beer, "I only have this here, and you don't like drinking."

John quickly took it, "I'm just thirsty, that's great."

"By the way, William, why did you come here. I can pay you enough in the tavern to get you through the winter. And everybody likes to hear you play the guitar."

William himself took a bottle of beer and drank it, "I probably don't want to play the piano anymore, let alone this, I still want to thank you for taking me in for the past few months, and I can't rely on you forever."

"How can you say that, we are friends, aren't we? The bonds we have invested together have paid off recently." John took out a check from his coat, "This is yours."

William took it over and saw that the money on it was about twice what he had last autumn.He smiled slightly. "Thank you, John."

"Will you come back then?" asked John, "will you come back and play the piano for us?"

"Probably not anymore. It won't be so easy to get out when you come in, and I think it's very good here now. You can drink every day." William smiled when he said this, "By the way, this is for you." William said that He took out the violin he received from the cabinet and handed it to John, "If you have time, play it yourself."

John looked at William and said nothing.His head lowered slowly, as if about to cry.

"Don't you like it?" said William.

"I like the song you play, not the piano." John rested his head on his knees.

"Take it. I'm glad to meet you." William stuffed the piano into his arms, paused, and patted his head.

John couldn't help crying, but he hugged the piano slowly.He didn't know why he was crying, was he crying for the holder who carried his dream, or was he crying for the person who used to be very close and now is very far away?When did I look at him with love and admiration, and when did I start to feel this way?

John can't remember.Maybe it was when he dragged a guitar in front of him and asked for the first drink, "Few people here ask for absinthe." Then William stayed, and John didn't know why when he faced a natural enemy of his own. My legs were trembling, but I still wanted to get up.Every day he thinks, "What wine will William drink today?" "I must make the best wine for him." Then when William walks down, he starts to rush around, pretending not to care .Obviously he is the owner of this store, and sometimes he would run to the opposite side with a telescope at night, just to take a look at William—it was like a pervert, John hated himself like this, and would stick to William playing the piano every day during the day, watching by himself I feel so happy when I look at him.

John sniffled, he hugged the piano tightly, "You have to protect yourself", his eyes were red.

"I will. Look at you crying like you're parting from life and death. You almost lost sight of your glasses. If you want to hear it, I will play it for you." William wanted to pat John on the shoulder, but Dodged by him.

John lowered his head and held the piano tightly and ran away.

"Really, kid. But it's really cute." William looked at the empty cabinet and laughed from the bottom of his heart.

Shakar leaned against the door, "You're hurting someone's heart." His gray ear twitched.

William took off the coat, "You seem to be a little too involved."

"It's just rare to see such a straightforward child. I heard that it is not easy for him to run a tavern by himself."

"Well, but the wine he mixed is really good."

"Are you still that silver dragon today?" William wanted to change the subject.

"Normally it won't be changed. You may see that lion again tomorrow." Shakar stretched his waist, "You have to be prepared."

"Ah."

【one year later】

William came to that room as usual and found several people inside.There was Shakar, and a few people I didn't know.

"What's wrong." He looked at Shakar.Shakar's eyes turned to one side, and William followed his line of sight to see Blair's upright body.

"Would you like to get out of here?"

William looked at Shakar, "Don't you have to work for at least five years before you can leave?"

"Mr. Blair paid for you for five years," another voice took him.

William looked at Blair, "What's going on?" A rare surprised expression appeared on his face.Although others couldn't tell, William and Blair had been in close contact almost every day this year, and he looked away shyly when he saw Blair.With such an expression on a lion, William couldn't hold back his laughter.

He pressed his handprint on the contract, and followed Blair out of that luxurious place.

"It looks nice outside. I heard that you used to like playing the piano, can you play it for me?" Blair's eyes sparkled in the sunlight.

"Okay."

William felt his heart warm.He doesn't drink now.

The author has something to say:

Recently,,, I am in a good mood,,, so, it has become sweeter?

The extra episode will write about Yinlong and Shakar hahahahahahahahahahahahaha~

I didn't expect that this story would end today.

It was a bit different from my original expectation, but I felt that I wanted to cry when I wrote the part about Little John.

This story is "Tom and Jerry" in "Grimm's Fairy Tales".

Also, recently, I have been struggling with whether to change the name of this pit. Do you have any suggestions from the little angels? ? ? (Meow meow meow)