I'm working on infrastructure in Xihuan

Lawrence was a little distracted.

He didn't dare to say why, after all, he has always been very focused in his work, and he rarely gets distracted inexplicably at work. He only looks at the documents? Have you seen them? What's going on in your head.

Perhaps it was because the unexpected promotion brought too many emotional fluctuations, which opened the floodgates of memory in a chain reaction, making some memories that should have been forgotten long ago surface from the mud.

— This is even more strange.

Lawrence seldom recalls the past. He thinks he has a poor memory of the past. Even if he tries to mobilize his impressions of the past and childhood, what emerges are mostly scattered scenes. The pictures couldn't even be connected into something that he could remember.

Ah... this is really bad.

He still has more work to do? Haven't finished it? Why did he start to recall the past?

Lawrence faced the child version of himself whose head was struggling to emerge from the mud. He wanted to push the other side back? The other side also looked cold and showed no interest in him.

But? One thing to say, the juvenile version of Lawrence looks real? Delicate and cute, even more likable than a doll.

Lucien, who was also facing a young version of Lawrence, was thinking this way. He just clicked on the biography of Lawrence, and the next second he appeared in this...probably a classroom room. The teacher kept talking non-stop, but Lucien sounded like he was babbling through glass, so vague that it could only be described as noise.

The room is very big, surrounded by tall bookshelves, looking out from the window, the basil is blooming all over the mountains and plains, the faint blue sea of ​​flowers surges with waves in the wind, and the sunshine is full of fragrance.

You can see it, you can smell it, but you can't touch it.

It's a bit like dreaming, and it's a bit like watching some holographic image.

Lucien moved his hands and feet in novelty, and made sure that he was standing in this classroom with all his beard and tail, and he could also walk around the room at will, observing everyone's facial expressions, but no one could see him and would not Being disturbed by him, he performed the established plot in front of him one by one.

This is much more interesting than a three-line character introduction.

Lucien quickly found Lawrence among the characters on the scene—there were only five people in the room, except for the teacher at the top, the four sitting below were all children around five or six years old, and the one in the far corner One is blond and blue-eyed, so cute that she has a different style of painting from the other three.

Well, what I wear is not a style of painting.

Little Lawrence was wearing simple, plain clothes with slight threads and repeated washing marks on the corners. The paper and pens on the table were also cheap goods that could be bought anywhere. The words on the paper were very small and dense. , treat one line as two lines.

Until now, Lawrence's writing is more compact than others, and he habitually doesn't break lines. The documents are full of writing, and no line space is wasted because of line breaks.

Even if the things of childhood are forgotten in the head, the body will still remember them.

Relying on the fact that no one could see him, Lucien looked at little Lawrence's study notes openly and aboveboard. He couldn't hear the content of the teaching, but he could read the notes clearly. At this age, the vocabulary alone is already very large. It's excellent, and the notes are not completely written by the teacher, but are compiled into a record of knowledge points with clear focus while listening to the lecture.

There is a top student like Lawrence Jr. in front, and the other three children in gorgeous clothes and stationery can be said to be extremely contrasting. The notes are either blank or scribbled, and I am obviously not there. Some people are listening to the lectures, laughing and joking, showing their true qualities of learning scum.

Bullying Little Lawrence was probably their serious homework. Within a few minutes, three or four balls of paper had already been thrown on Little Lawrence, and some people used immature basic magic to try to shake his chair.

Lucien is very familiar with this routine. He also experienced it when he first entered school. The malice of his peers often has a straightforwardness that makes him laugh out loud. It's a pity that he and the most active person among them After jumping into the icy lake in winter to live and die together, there are no children in the school who are willing to play with him.

Obviously it was because he was suddenly pushed into the water? He would subconsciously pull the person who pushed him into the lake together, and because of the panic of drowning? He kept pressing the person into the water, and it was really really accidentally kicked. The lifeblood of the only Miao Miao in that family.

But after all, Lucien was also a victim. Frightened by the unexpected disaster, he lay on the bed for half a year, with a high fever and a delirious mind, talking nonsense all the time? But until? That family was replaced as a direct descendant. Leaving the imperial capital, he didn't even have to wait for an apology.

Every time Lucien recalled it, he would shed tears of sympathy for his poor self.

Little Lawrence was just as pitiful as he was back then. He didn't dare to say a word when he was being bullied. He lowered his head and took notes on paper, as if nothing happened.

The teacher didn't ask questions about those students, and he didn't care about how they messed around below. He just taught himself, his face was as vague as the content of the lecture, because Lawrence couldn't remember who was that person for a long time? square.

The teacher asked a question, but Lucien didn't? He could hear clearly what the question was. It was also because Lawrence couldn't remember such trivial things.

How he answered was clear, the child's voice was immature and crisp.

"sorry, I do not know."

--lie.

Lucien didn't need to guess to know that it was a lie, but the teacher's scolding rained down on his head, and the wooden board that fell on his palm was heavy and painful. The other children murmured and laughed at his futile efforts and stupidity.

The faces of those children were quite clear, and Lawrence himself was surprised that they were so vivid and lively as they whispered to each other with gloating expressions.

He knew the answer to the question, but he couldn't know how the housekeeper's son who accompanied the young master to study was smarter and better than the master's children. A child could not even stand up when he was hit by a bloody head.

Obviously, they are all a bunch of idiots.

But no matter what happened, no matter what they did to him, in this estate no one would berate them.Lawrence showed more intelligence than the boys? Wisdom was his mistake, the mother would only hold him and cry, and the father would reprimand him more angrily than anyone else, until he knew what the duty of a servant was.

Lawrence suddenly remembered why he rarely recalled childhood stories.

Because every time he heard the word "duty" from his father's mouth, he would feel pain and nausea all over his body like a conditioned reflex, so that he wanted to vomit.

He is the son of the steward, so even if he does not become a steward in the future, he will still be the steward of this manor. Even if his family is a free commoner and not a slave of the manor owner, no one will give him a second choice.

And he did, no? He became the butler of the estate by choice.

Then he must do his part.

……

Lawrence frowned and put down the documents that he couldn't read at all. He opened the window to ventilate, and poured himself a whole pot of tea.

"I, cough, I? I have something to do. I need to go out." He stood up and rushed out of the office without waiting for anyone to answer.

In the middle of the conversation, he was suddenly interrupted by Lawrence, and he responded in a daze. Before he could ask another question, there was no one in front of him.

"……what?"

Dalton blinked, looked at William who had just walked in with disapproval, and couldn't help crying out, "I? Really didn't do anything? Do it!"

Would he deny it if he did it? !The expression Lawrence rushed out was so interesting, if he could manage the expression so well that it looked like Lawrence lost control with a paralyzed smile, he would immediately pull up banners to spread the word everywhere, okay? !

William gave Dalton a distrustful look, but he had to believe that if this guy had done it, it would have been known to the world - and the officials in the Ministry of Finance had suffered from it.

It seemed that something really happened to Lawrence.

William thought about whether he should have a drink with Lawrence to comfort his colleagues, but it didn't stop him from grabbing Dalton and pulling him into his office.

He also has something to discuss with Lawrence, and now that Lawrence is not here, he can't discuss it, so he has no choice but to grab Dalton in front of him and talk clearly about the things he needs to discuss with him.

One is one, and no one can escape.

On the other hand, the last picture that Lucien saw in the biographies was the ink splashed on the paper, instantly submerging the notes that Lawrence Jr. had worked so hard to write for the entire class.

Little Lawrence clutched the corner of his clothes tightly, his eyes were red and cute.

But he gritted his teeth again, and tried his best to put on a hideous smile.

what……

That's why Lucien doesn't want to know more about the past of his subordinates? Ah, knowing so many things will inevitably lead to empathy. When he sees it later? Fake smile, even right now he kind of wants to stretch out his hand and pull little Lawrence's flushed cheeks that are holding back tears, making him cry so much that his nose is full of tears, and he can't laugh even if he wants to.

If this kind of idea spread to? Da?

How about checking if there is any in the exchange list? Are there any psychological counseling materials...Lucien has secretly saved some gold reserves during this time, and originally wanted to exchange it for farmyard manure? Detailed explanations for agricultural officials to use as a reference for increasing agricultural production coming.

After weighing it in his mind, Lucien put the psychological counseling materials in the purchase plan first.

Farming is not a project that can be done in a day, and people are more important.

Lucien can maintain and use Lawrence's SSR well.

After reading a biography, I worried about the mental state of my subordinates, and because the story was incomplete and lacked the background description of the cause and effect, it also aroused the gossip that Lucien didn't have in the first place—Lucien was able to determine the manor where Lawrence Jr. was located. It's also Rollus Manor, but the owner of the manor obviously has nothing to do with Luthers, and he hasn't heard Lawrence mention it. How about his parents? All the past things that have been mentioned start from when he became a housekeeper, as if? Lawrence has been the butler of Rolles Manor since he was born.

It's fine if Lucien doesn't know anything, but now that he knows a little bit, he can figure out a little bit by himself, and then go? It's really difficult to control his desire to gossip and eat melons.

Seriously, no? It depends on the biographies of the characters.

Lucien yawned to signal the grim-faced bard not to stop singing, and hesitated about Doton's character biography in the character interface.

To see, or not to see?

The author has something to say: Little Lawrence: hold back QAQ

Little Lucian: I will kill you if I don’t want to :)【But I’m still the most pitiful and innocent cat】