The days of leading the winery to build infrastructure together

It was a special day and the weather was perfect.It was snowing outside, and the bright sun shone on the snow, making people dizzy.

There are not many pedestrians on the street outside, the cold wind is blowing,

The black-haired child was in the house, scratching the glass, looking at the snowflakes outside.

He heard footsteps behind him, turned around expectantly, and saw a woman in a coat approaching.With a smile on her face, she called out the other child and pushed it forward.

"Mom?" The black-haired child was stunned for a moment. He subconsciously looked at the child who was pushed over. The other child looked about his age, not more than ten years old. He looked shy and introverted, thin and small.

who is thisAre you a guest kid?He looked at his mother suspiciously.

"This is my birthday present for you. Do you like it, Polly?" the woman asked, bending over and smiling.

What birthday present?ah?

Hearing this sentence, Bolivar's heart beat slightly, not knowing what to say.He subconsciously turned his head and looked at the child. He felt that the expression on the other person's face had changed. The face that was mistaken for shy and restrained before revealed a difficult embarrassment.

"Didn't you always say that it's too boring at home? He can play with you." The woman explained casually, "See if you like it. If you don't like it, I'll go to the orphanage for another one."

? !Bolivar froze for a moment again, and was overwhelmed by the other party's reasonable tone.

"If you like it, just hang him under the name of the housekeeper."

Bolivar glanced at the child, and the other party's gloomy eyes suddenly became turbulent, and the expression on his face also changed slightly.

Orphanage, he should also want to be adopted, right?

Bolivar thought so, the housekeeper lives in the servant's room on the first floor, if he is adopted, there is a high probability that he will be his future roommate.Compared with the orphanage, this place can indeed be called a good place.

"Okay." Bolivar nodded, showing a smile.

He turned around and asked, "What's your name?"

The child was silent for a second, then said: "...No. 0109."

Bolivar's movements stopped, and he smelled something unusual. Today is January [-]th, his birthday.

The child was called a birthday present by his mother without even having a name of his own.

He glanced at his mother, and the woman smiled and said, "You can give him a good name."

Why is this scene so similar to the old society, what evil slave owners and slaves?

Bolivar's thinking was a little messy, he subconsciously staggered his gaze, and glanced at the teddy bear beside the bed.It should be a teddy bear, with eyes made of gold buttons, light brown skin, and a small black hat, very similar to the child in front of him.

The name Teddy sounds too rascal, the words of a bear toy, and...

"Brown?" he said subconsciously.

In fact, there is no other meaning.

But his mother didn't give him a chance to hesitate: "Then call Brown."

Bolivar looked at the newly baked Brown standing next to him, feeling a little guilty, but the other party did not show any dissatisfaction.This put him at ease a little.

Does this mean that he doesn't hate this name?

Bolivar thought so, comforting himself.He breathed a sigh of relief, and took the initiative to run over to shake the other party's hand.

The cold touch made his skin crawl.

"hiss--"

The grasped hand trembled, and the kid tried to pull it out, but Bolivar grabbed it backhanded.

"Are you freezing outside?" Bolivar looked him up and down, and the more he looked, the more he felt that this was a little pity.He vaguely remembered that in this year's Millikin, slaves were still being used in some places. Seeing that the other party looked a little dark, maybe they were oppressed black slaves.

Bolivar's thoughts stopped abruptly, he subconsciously comforted himself, I am still a child, what can I do.

The child didn't speak, just glanced at his grasped hand, and saw that Bolivar's fingers were slightly white from the cold.

"Come here and enjoy the fire." Bolivar didn't care about the other party's reaction, and pulled the child to the fireplace, pulled the blanket hanging next to him, and wrapped him up.

The child looked up awkwardly and glanced at the woman.The woman stood beside, watching this scene with a smile, she seemed to be very happy to see the result.

"I have other things, honey, you have a good rest in the house." Saying that, the woman bent down and kissed Bolivar's face, then touched his head, and left the room.

The butler and the bodyguard stood in the distance, and the two of them were left in the living room, surrounded by a dead silence, only the beeping of the fireplace could be heard.

Bolivar was a little embarrassed, he couldn't leave the other party here alone, went back to the house by himself, and sat by the campfire.

"Come, have some biscuits and milk." He offered to pass his snacks to the other party.

The other party took it obediently, wrapped the blanket tightly, huddled up, and sat by the side like a little hamster eating biscuits, but still didn't speak.

The awkwardness of that moment of silence choked Bolivar.He looked around and changed the subject abruptly: "Are you literate?"

"Do you want to go to my study?" Bolivar held his chin, and suddenly thought of something he had imagined before. If he had a child, how would he teach him, he was a little more interested.

"I can teach you if you don't know how to read. I still have a lot of story books." Bolivar said, "You can start with the little prince, and then I recommend the Count of Monte Cristo and the Three Musketeers, as well as Romance of the Three Kingdoms and Journey to the West." , and then you can try Les Miserables..."

He happily shared his list, half showing off and half nervous, not noticing the tentative glances of the children next to him.

Bolivar acted like a silly son of a landlord's family, and like an only child meeting other children for the first time. He was hospitable and hospitable, trying to give him all the good things he had.

And Brown's behavior is also in line with Bolivar's imagination, he has never raised any objections, like a poor little guy who doesn't understand anything, has been silent, followed by Bolivar's side, wherever the other party goes , like a shadow, as obedient as a toy.

Bolivar was not in good health when he was young, and he was not allowed to go out very much. He often stayed alone in an empty villa, surrounded by butlers, bodyguards and maids, which was very boring.

It is easy to cause trouble when people are idle.

One day, when Bolivar was standing on the ladder looking for a book, he casually threw the book in his arms to Brown who was standing below.Then he saw that the other party, who had been expressionless all this time, was frightened, and reached out to catch the book in a panic.The other party's posture was extra cautious, and his face was a little more angry.

Bolivar, standing on the ladder, froze.

Brown, who was standing below, was also stunned.He raised his head slowly and saw Bolivar's eyes suddenly lit up, with a bad premonition in his heart.

Bolivar found new joys.The fun of teasing people.

For example, when the other party celebrates his birthday, give him a brown bear hairpin and a teddy bear.For example, forcefully pull each other and steal desserts from the kitchen together.For example, take the other party to play with mud in the small garden, and then deliberately wipe his face with mud.

Everything has developed here, and there is no problem.If he had nothing to do with the Black Organization, if they had nothing to do with the Black Organization.

Bolivar had already forgotten what day it was, it was always winter, it was snowing heavily outside, and his parents were not at home, so he wanted to go out and play in the snow.

If his parents were at home, they wouldn't let him go out in such a cold day.

But he wanted to play in the snow, and he had thought about it for a long time.So he's going to take this opportunity to sneak out.He knew very well that there was nothing serious about his body, but his parents seemed to be very concerned about it, they hired a lot of doctors and bodyguards, and strictly prohibited him from going out.

After all, I have the ability of the magic pen Ma Liang, and I am not a real child, so I will not be in any danger.Bolivar was so calculating.

"Going out to play?" Bolivar asked.

"... Madam won't agree." Brown, who was next to him, hesitated.

"It's okay, just say that I want to go out." Bolivar raised his head slightly, he knew how his mother doted on him, as long as he came back, he just said something nice, it was no big deal.

Brown wanted to say something, but Bolivar pulled away forcefully, and the two carefully avoided the bodyguards and ran out.

The journey was indeed smooth, until when they returned, they met a sneaky man.

Bolivar judged almost instantly that the man had malicious intentions.Looking at the tools the other party was carrying, there was a high probability that this person was an individual trafficker.

The man greeted the two children very attentively, trying to lead them into the alley.

There are no other passers-by around to help, only their two children here.

But Bolivar wasn't very nervous. While he was perfunctory, he was thinking about what to release to deal with this person.

After much deliberation, he finally decided to let birds peck at him and abduct and sell children. If he goes blind, he deserves it.

Everything is as he wants.The sudden bird of prey landed on the opponent's face smoothly, startling the man.

But what he didn't expect was that Brown, who was standing beside him, took out a sharp weapon out of nowhere, took this opportunity to sneak attack the opponent, and stabbed him with a knife, which was fast and accurate.

Bolivar watched the scene of blood splatter, as if some blood splashed on his face.

He watched the other party pull out the knife steadily, then stab it down again.Seeing that person was so painful that he completely lost the ability to resist, rolling on the snow, howling, and begging for mercy.

But his silent and well-behaved follower was not moved at all. He seemed to know that his strength was weak, and each cut was not deep. Dismember.

It wasn't until the man fell to the ground, until a red, black and black flower bloomed on the snow, that he slowly stopped and cut off the man's head with great difficulty.

Bolivar stood stiff in the snow, his eyes widened, looking at this bloody scene that he had never seen before.

The crow on the dead tree by the roadside flew away, croaking, and its black feathers fell on the snow-white ground.

Clear red seeped out of the puddle of fleshy mud, dyeing the white snow red.

"Polly?" Brown lifted that head, turned his head, and glanced at Bolivar. There was some blood on his face, and the hairpin Bolivar gave him was spattered with blood.

Bolivar remained motionless, as if dumbfounded.

Brown froze for a moment, then showed a nervous smile: "Are you scared? I've already dealt with him, don't be afraid."

The blood on the opponent's face twisted into a strange arc with the smile on his face.

Bolivar felt that his neck seemed to be crackling, he couldn't control his movements, his brain was screaming don't look, don't look!But he still turned his head uncontrollably and glanced at the head in the opponent's hand.

Black, white and red solidified, and the corners of the man's mouth were solidified with horror and astonishment. His expression was ferocious, as if he could eat people.

Ah ah ah ah ah!

Bolivar felt something explode in his head, he couldn't think of anything, he could only scream heart-piercingly.

At this moment, he forgot that he was an adult who had lived for many years, and even forgot who he was.

The heart-piercing screams finally attracted the bodyguards sent by Mrs. Rosales to pick up the panicked two.

On the day he returned home, Bolivar fell ill from fright and developed a high fever.

When he was in a coma, his dreams were full of blood-red corpses.

It took him several days to regain his senses, and he opened his eyes in a daze, and saw his mother sitting on the bedside.

"I've heard from Brown that he encouraged you to go out to play." The mother looked at Bolivar distressedly and fed him a spoonful of honey water. "Don't worry, I've already locked him up."

He was confused for a moment, not quite understanding what happened.

"...Wait a minute? What did he instigate? What lied?" His mind was still a little numb, and he couldn't open his eyes due to the drowsiness after recovering from a long illness. "What was locked up?"

"If you do something wrong, of course you will be punished." The woman replied naturally.

Bolivar retorted subconsciously: "But he didn't do anything wrong. I wanted to run out to play."

Mrs. Rosales' eyes became a little more kind for a moment, she touched Bolivar's head, and her tone seemed to dismiss the little fool: "I know."

"But this matter, no matter what the truth is, he will do it." The woman said something Bolivar couldn't understand.

Bolivar raised his head, his mouth half-opened, and the woman took the opportunity to stuff a spoonful of slightly hot honey water into it.

"That's what he's for." She showed a gentle smile.

"What's the use?" Bolivar's mind was still a little numb.

After saying this, the woman was silent for a moment, as if hesitating for something.She gently put the porcelain spoon back into the bowl.

Porcelain collided and made a crisp sound, the cold wind outside the window blew, and there was a whining sound from the gap in the window.

Something seems to be fermenting.

After a while, Mrs. Rosales turned her gaze away, looked at Bolivar with her beautiful sea blue eyes, and said slowly, "I will do something inconvenient for you."

"Also, he is your other life."

The flame in the fireplace flickered slightly, as if it was also shocked by the woman's words.

"...I know, you're probably too young to understand this right now. You just need to know that you'll never make a mistake, and that all mistakes are Brown's, and that's fine."

"You just have to remember that."

Why is my fault his?Bolivar's eyebrows frowned, and he didn't understand for a moment.

What is it called, my other life?This is not a game world, what kind of concentric Gu can be used to play the resurrection armor...

"...But the one who did the wrong thing should be me."

"Polly, you can't deprive him of his only value." Mrs. Rosales' expression seemed to be earnest.

"Brown is indeed a very smart kid. He's smarter than you at this point." She looked happy, "Although he is poor in other things, he has bad balance and doesn't look very smart."

"But he actually realized what I meant."

"The only value?" Bolivar repeated subconsciously.

"Yes, Polly, the world is not fair. But it is also fair."

Desperately fair...  

"Only valuable people can live. But, as long as you have something to sell, you can always find a way to live. You can't deprive him of the last bit of survival value."

"What is the last bit of survival value?" Bolivar's breathing was slightly rapid. He felt that some kind of Pandora's box had been opened in front of him, and some frightening truths suddenly emerged.

This sentence is a disguised affirmation that only valuable people can survive.

She nodded Bolivar's face: "If you want to live in the long run, or even live well, you must have a certain value that cannot be replaced."

"For example, you, before you grow up, your father and I are your value."

"But he has no parents, no status and assets, he is not likable enough to attract people to adopt him, he has not even completed the basic training, and the organization has not absorbed him as a thug..." Mrs. Rosales complained softly He said a few words, which were words that Bolivar didn't quite understand.

"So if he wants to survive, he has to prove his worth."

Bolivar was speechless. He didn't understand why a child had to prove his worth to survive, or he didn't even agree that an adult had to prove his worth to survive.

He only noticed one thing, the world didn't seem to be as beautiful as he imagined.My parents seem to have something to hide from me.

They have never allowed themselves to go out, there are many bodyguards at home, Brown's skillful way of killing people, and what his mother said, the organization did not absorb the idea of ​​him being a thug.

A terrifying idea gradually took shape.

In your own home, you won't get involved or hacked, right?

Bolivar was taken aback by his own thoughts, and after a while, he said, "...Can't I be his value?"

He heard his own voice very dry.

Madame Rosales curled her red lips, as if she was surprised by her child's idea, and then rejected him.

"You have no blood relationship with him. Of course you can say that you prefer him, and even if he does nothing, you are willing to treat him accordingly. But Polly, you will be the leader in the future. You can't do things according to your own preferences .”

The other party's words were very serious, and he didn't perfunctory the other party just because he was a child.

"If you let other subordinates know that this place is unfair and not divided according to ability, you will be in trouble. A little thing may bring fatal disaster in the future."

"You are very smart, I believe you have guessed something. So I don't plan to hide it from you anymore. In this black organization, if you just want to do things according to your own wishes, it is too easy to cause turmoil."

"Injustice breeds dissatisfaction and danger."

"A fair leader may not receive the complete loyalty of his subordinates, but an unfair leader will definitely arouse the dissatisfaction of his subordinates."

"I hope you can go a little longer on this road. So I will teach you, I think the best way to do things, you have to develop this habit from an early age."

Cold sweat streamed down Bolivar's forehead.

"This is the rule of our survival. Of course, if you have enough ability, control a place, and have the ability to suppress all opponents. You can also try to make rules yourself."

The woman's tone was very gentle: "But it's definitely not now, now, you still need to abide by my rules."

Bolivar smiled when he saw her: "You eat my food and spend my money. I am willing to raise you because you are my child. I will not raise another useless outsider."

"From now on, learn to take the initiative to help you bear all the mistakes, develop this habit, and guarantee loyalty. This is his only value to me."

Bolivar's mouth opened slightly.He had been shocked too much, his mind was in chaos, and he subconsciously avoided this matter.

It's just being locked up for a few days, so there shouldn't be any problem... right?

Bolivar thought so.He needs to calm down and think about what he is going to do.

But when he examined his heart, he found sadly that his first reaction was not to reject his mother's proposal.

After all, he is an adult, not a child who knows nothing.He is very aware of the danger of his current position, and he knows that obeying his mother's words will do him no harm.

The thought of that moment made his heart shudder.

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The author has something to say:

Explain why the two quarreled before and said that Garcia went out to take the blame for all the mistakes Bolivar made.

In addition, push the newly opened advance copy next door (this book is estimated to be plugged)

Title: After Marrying Police Officer Matsuda.

Front row highlighted warning: Not a genius baby article.Although there is CP, there is basically no sweet and greasy love.All members of the police academy team survived, but not for redemption.

The following is the official copy 1:

In the bar, the woman propped her chin and complained in a low voice: "Say it, Mr. Luchuan."

"My husband, he won't come back even if the child has a high fever and is sick. When a new bomb is discovered, he is the only one working nearby, and he can't do without people! Where did so many cases come from! Every day he talks about dismantling the bomb! Dismantling the bomb! Disposal! Why didn't he cut off the two eggs below him!"

The woman's eyes were cold, and she slapped the knife into the counter: "Is there any need for a father who only makes children and doesn't accompany them?"

Seeing this, the bartender with a stubble on his face was covered in cold sweat, and he almost couldn't maintain the smile on his mouth. He suggested politely: "I recently got a new recipe, why don't Mrs. Natsume give it a try?"

The man in black sitting next to him also felt cold sweat behind his back: "..."

On the other side, in a certain coffee shop, the curly-haired policeman sighed: "Blonde bastard, I actually envy you a little now, how leisurely you are..."

"?" The light-blond haired man smiled politely.

"...Listen to my advice from someone who came over. If you are not well prepared and don't have enough reserves, don't step into the palace of marriage easily..." He said with a sad face, "Don't raise so many children. Really, you will Eat you poor."

"That kind of despair that no matter how hard you work, you can't see the dawn of hope, and the money is always not enough, you know?"

The light-blond haired man held his chin and suggested, "Why don't you come here for a part-time job?"

Little Curly: "???"

At night, at the assembly point of the base of the Black Organization:

"Scotland, what's the matter with you today?"

The man with a bit of stubble on his face smiled awkwardly: "No, it's nothing, I was just thinking, getting married is scary."

Hearing this, the light blond hair and black skin couldn't help but sigh: "Yeah, getting married is really scary."

Readme copy 2:

I consider myself a good smart and lucky guy who met my true love in college.

After that, we quickly got married, had children, had an adopted son, and three biological children.

He and I are the two of us, raising children and the elderly together.

Obviously, it is a happy thing to be married to the person you like, and it is also a happy thing to have a child. How can two happy things add up to become misfortune?

I want to divorce every day now.

ps: The emotional line is not sweet at the beginning, the first half is sour, bitter and spicy, but I promise it will be sweet in the end.