What happened to Isaac?

Xavier found Isaac to be a soft-hearted man.He felt like he wasn't taking advantage of it, but he didn't leave the next day as promised, and he didn't even stay until now, when the wound on his face had fully healed.

"When are you going to go home?" Isaac asked.

"I—I'm going to get the milk," Xavier said, and stomped away.

"You boy!"

Isaac chased to the door and found that the child had disappeared like a monkey, leaning against the door frame and sighing.

When going to bed at night, Isaac said coldly, "My bed is too small."

Xavier had buried his head in the pillow. Hearing this, he raised his head to look at him, blinked, and got into Isaac's arms, leaning tightly on his chest.

Isaac was silent for a while, then said gruffly, "Get up."

"What are you doing?" Xavier asked.

"...You, sleep on the floor."

"Why? No," Xavier sneered. "Did I do something wrong? I'm sorry."

"No reason, go down."

"But Uncle Isaac, there's not even a rug on the floor."

"Am I too used to you?"

Xavier took a deep look at Isaac very pitifully.Then, very lonely and melancholy, he lifted the quilt and rolled to the ground, bang!a sound.

Isaac's heart was tightly gripped by this sound.He wanted to lean out to see what the kid had become, but forced himself not to.

"Uncle Isaac." A timid voice came from the floor.

"Ok?"

"Well, then I'll go home tomorrow."

"Really?" Isaac got up all of a sudden, then lay down resentfully, "Oh, you go."

"Won't you miss me, Uncle Isaac?"

"No.... Not at all, but you have to go home. I can't afford you either. You won't blame me, will you? But even if you blame me, I can't help it."

"I don't blame you. But can you see me off, Uncle Isaac? What if I can't find my way, if my father dies?"

"You bastard, no wonder you get beaten," Isaac laughed. "If he dies, you will be my son."

"I do not want."

"you dislike me?"

Xavier shook his head: "Papa is not good, Uncle Isaac is good."

Isaac let out a gurgling sound from his throat, and then laughed: "You will be very popular with women in the future."

"Girls are fierce and scary."

"Haha, I'll know what women do in the future."

"Impossible!" Xavier said.

"Ha ha ha ha……"

While talking, Xavier slipped into bed without paying attention, and Isaac didn't drive him off again.

**

At breakfast the next day, Isaac said, "Old habit. You wait for me at home, and I will take you away when I finish my work."

"I really have to go." Xavier said depressingly.

"You mentioned it yourself."

Xavier snorted and fell silent.

The noise on the pier was as usual.The shouts of the trackers and the cries of the peddlers can be heard endlessly. Pedestrians coming and going flock to the passenger ships, while the cargo ships unload one by one.

Isaac yelled, and carried the wooden box on his shoulders. After walking two steps, he suddenly felt something hit his leg.He looked down with difficulty, and saw a little fluffy golden head.

"Uncle Isaac!" Xavier yelled, "I, I, I saw my dad!"

"Go aside, don't get in the way!" Isaac was stunned for a moment, "...then you can go to him, goodbye."

"No! Oops..."

Xavier followed him, jumping up and down anxiously, but couldn't make out what was going on.Isaac knelt down and carefully stacked the boxes on his shoulders on top of other boxes, straightened up, sighed involuntarily, and looked at Xavier, who said, "My dad was tied there, and there were some black people... ...I, this, what happened to him?"

"What?" Isaac frowned upon hearing this, "Do you still remember where he is?"

Isaac hesitated for a moment, and temporarily found someone to replace him, and was led out by Xavier.Walking out of the alley, there was a slave trader sitting there at the entrance of the alley. Xavier pointed to one of the white slaves from a distance and said, "He is there."

The yellow-haired white slave was nearly middle-aged, with a thin and sickly appearance, looking like he might collapse at any moment.Those blue eyes and the direction of the nose did look a bit like Xavier.

"Are you sure it's him?" Isaac asked.

"Really, I can see clearly," Xavier said, "Why is he here, can you take me to ask?"

Isaac hesitated.He himself was just a dock worker, and he could never afford to buy any slaves, and maybe the slave traders wouldn't bother him at all.But these words, he didn't know how to explain to Xavier, he just said: "Are you going with me too, or wait for me here? After all, that's your father."

"Just because that's my dad," Xavier said.

So Isaac patted the dirt on his body in vain, stepped forward, and asked casually, "Hey, man, why are there so many white people here?"

Perhaps because there was nothing else to do, the slave trader gave Isaac a strange look, but he was also willing to chat with him casually: "If you want to fight, you will come."

"Who are we fighting with recently?"

"I don't know, maybe Scotland?"

"But this guy looks English," Isaac said, pointing to Xavier's father.

"There are some criminals, too."

After hearing this, Isaac looked down at Xavier worriedly. The latter lowered his head and it was difficult to see his expression.

"What did he do?" asked Isaac.

"Say it yourself." The slave trader tugged at Xavier's father.The old man stood up unsteadily, and said unabashedly, "I stole something."

"Stole what?"

"A bottle of wine. Shit, didn't even finish it..."

"Okay, shut up!" said the slave trader impatiently.

Xavier's father was about to lean on the ground again, when suddenly he squinted his eyes, looked at Xavier, and suddenly shouted: "Oh, oh, Langdon! God, this is my son, I The lost son!"

Xavier raised his eyes and glanced at him, then at Isaac, and hid behind Isaac without saying a word.Recognizing his father didn't seem to make him happy, on the contrary, he looked more frightened.

The man yelled to Isaac: "Who are you! You are the one who kidnapped Langdon! You should be a slave, you should be hanged! Oh, fuck, find someone to judge him!" Punish! Langdon, come here, come to Dad. What are you doing, you dare to hide from me? I'll kill you son of a bitch..."

Snapped!With a muffled sound, the slave trader slapped him on the spot.He was beaten so badly that he turned his head to one side, and it took him a long time to recover. Then he lowered his voice and said to the slave trader, "Sir, boss, please let me go! I will let you go!" I will sell my son to you, he is young, he is free from disasters and illnesses, he can work for a long time, and he is much more useful than me."

The slave trader and Isaac were shocked when they heard this.Isaac was almost furious. If he hadn't been stopped by the slave trader, he might have gone up and beat him up.

"Only I can beat my slave, may I?" said the slave trader, "but what is the matter? Is the boy really his son?"

"Fart!" Isaac blurted out without thinking, "This is my own nephew!"

"What's the fuss? I don't know, I'm just asking. You old madman!" The slave trader kicked the man, and said to Isaac, "But, well, I'm going to keep doing business here. You see ..."

Isaac spat on the ground, said: "It's bad luck!" and took Xavier away.

Xavier followed obediently, and fell into a state of being too shocked to speak for a moment.Also, if a child hears that his father is going to sell him, he will be greatly stimulated.

After walking a long distance, Isaac asked hesitantly, "Do you want to save him?"

Xavier looked up at him, shook his head silently, nodded again after a while, frowned, and tilted his head to look at Isaac's face.

Isaac muttered in his throat for a while, and said, "Even if you want to save him, I can't help it. I can't afford that much money."

Xavier didn't speak, and there was a lost and relieved expression on his small face.

"You don't hate me, do you, little white-eyed wolf?" Isaac asked.

"will not."

Xavier took the initiative to hold Isaac's hand,

"...can you give me a hug, Uncle Isaac?"

Isaac stopped, sighed, bent down and picked Xavier up from the ground, held his ass upside down, and said, "Let's go!"

Xavier wrapped his arms around his neck in a panic, and after sitting still, rested his chin on his shoulder and let out a choked giggle.