[Zhongyingmei] My brother's name is Hannibal

Mia was held in Hannibal's arms, and they were sitting in the back seat of a long car with a shiny appearance, leaving the lonely orphanage in the hazy white mist of autumn.

In addition to the smell of the seat leather, the car also smelled of the perfume of Mrs. Osman who was sitting next to Hannibal.

This mixed smell is not pleasant, even for Mia, it is a bit pungent and dizzy. As the long car bumps on the gravel-covered soil, her stomach is overwhelmed, and Mia's face is full of bitterness. Buried herself in Hannibal's arms, the smell was different from the inside of the car, very much like the smell of the orange tree yesterday, slowly calming down the undercurrent in her stomach.

As if aware of her discomfort, Hannibal gently moved her back, took out a yellow orange from his pocket and stuffed it in Mia's arms.

Like a little squirrel holding an orange in her arms, Mia carefully peeled off a little bit of the orange and brought it to the tip of her nose to smell it.The movement was too big and the fresh fruity smell suddenly appeared in the car, which made Mrs. Osman who was sitting on the side turn her head.

"Oh, lovely Mia." She reached out and pinched Mia's face, "What are you hiding, it smells so good."

With the idea of ​​pleasing her future caregivers, Mia moved her fingers, preparing to give away the oranges in her arms.

Amidst the rustling of clothes, a thin white hand held the orange and handed it over before her.

Mia turned her head and picked up the oranges in her arms again.

"It turned out to be an orange." Mrs. Ottoman spoke softly. The manicured nails scratched the orange twice, like a sharp knife sizing up the soft skin, finding the softest spot... and stabbing it in !

Mia was so frightened that she trembled, and buried her face in Hannibal's arms completely, her heart trembling for a while.

Fortunately, the manor where Mrs. Osman lived was not very far away. Mia almost fell asleep in the boy's warm embrace, and was awakened by the sound of brakes.

It was time to get out of the car, Hannibal tidied her clothes, stuffed the orange that had fallen from his hem into Mia's palm again, and then opened the car door with her in his arms and walked out.

They had only two uniforms in the orphanage, crude and lenient.Mrs. Osman frowned at the luggage they had to pack, and the accompanying housekeeper and coachman packed up the things in the dormitory, and put them in the trunk neatly in the crook of their arms.

Mrs. Ottoman was carrying a small bag, stepping gracefully on the cobbled path with high heels, the fence next to it was sprayed with white paint, and a large number of white and pink rose flowers emerged and squeezed into the gap between the crosses of the fence, and the thin vines Only when the board is hooked is it enough to support the large expanse of lush and fresh blooming flowers.

Mrs. Osman seemed to be in a good mood and rubbed the petals with her fingertips. The butler who followed behind took out a pair of sharp small scissors from her pocket, and cut along the branches with a wink. The Chinese rose was wrapped in a handkerchief and handed to her.

Mia insisted on walking on the ground by herself, Hannibal held her hand without any objection, but was always careful that the uneven cobblestone road might bump her feet.

Pinning the flower to her ear, Mrs. Ottoman twirled around on her tiptoes, her charming smile was more coquettish than the flower, "Does it look good?"

At the moment, she was facing the direction of the butler, which was also the direction Hannibal was walking towards. The butler responded, and Mia raised her head attracted by her voice, but Mrs. Osman's eyes were facing Hannibal.

Mia raised her head and turned to Hannibal's face again. Unlike the lonely and indifferent one in the orphanage, Hannibal, who had combed his hair, slightly curved his mouth and nodded towards Madam Osman.

This seems to be different from the Hannibal that Mia knew.

But Mia only regarded this behavior as a kind of respectful behavior towards her caregivers, and didn't take it too seriously.

The lady who got the response seemed to be happier. She twirled her skirt and turned around again, humming a cheerful song.

Madame Haussmann looked extremely happy.

The interior of the manor does not have the shocking power of the splendor seen from the outside, although the furniture is decorated with solid wood cores, painted with a layer of pine and tar color, and there are portraits of the deceased earl on the wall. But the corners and corners always reveal those rotten secrets.

"Molly, Molly!" Mrs. Ottoman called her maid with a red face, and after a while, a chubby maid rushed over from the direction of the kitchen, wiping her hands on her apron, with a smile on her face. Responding with a smile, "Madam is back..."

She is old enough to be a grandmother, her neat and clean hair is mixed with silver threads, and there are several layers of wrinkles at the end of her eyes when she smiles.

"Madam looks better today than yesterday," Molly said with a breath. Amidst Madam Osman's melodious laughter, she slightly arched her back and looked at the two strange faces. "This is the child Madam brought back." Well, how cute it looks."

"That's right," Mrs. Ottoman tossed her hair, and inserted the rose with a root wrapped in a handkerchief into the vase in her spare time, "Molly, don't say anything else, it should be a pleasant time for lunch. I think you should have my favorite ready."

"Of course, my beautiful lady." Molly walked towards the kitchen, but she muttered to herself, "I have to make another one, who knows that the lady brought back two children, and she only brought back one before. ..."

Mrs. Ottoman beckoned to them, "Come and sit by my side."

It was a long table like the ones used in orphanage meals, but only a third of its length.

Mia didn't really want to sit next to her, but luckily Hannibal sat between them and Mia was hugged in another chair.

The height of the table is not kid-friendly at all, especially Mia, who is only three years old.

The butler looked at his words and found a high stool, which happened to be the height suitable for eating. Mia smiled at him habitually. The butler was stunned for a moment, and retreated to the doorway without a trace.

Obviously Mrs. Osman is more interested in Hannibal. Even though she knows that Hannibal can't speak, she props her cheek and speaks to him very experienced. It will not make people feel embarrassed, but also funny very.

Molly quickly brought up the lunch. There was a lot of food, and another younger maid followed without saying a word, and carefully placed the soup in the corresponding position.

Mrs. Ottoman calmly ate the lamb chops that were charred on the outside and tender on the inside. Mia was young, and Molly prepared her a bowl of minced meat with diced carrots in it.

Mia, who is used to Chinese food, ate bread sticks in the orphanage for more than ten days, and she was quite satisfied with it, so she ate very happily.

Molly looked at Mia's recognition of her cooking skills and expressed her satisfaction.

So when making the bed for her, she was very dedicated. The window next to the soft bed was wiped clean by Molly. Mia touched her new cotton skirt and rolled happily on the quilt.

In the middle of the night, with the sound of the lock cylinder twisting, someone walked towards the sleeping Mia.