canary in cage

"Acquiescence?" Cecil gritted his teeth and opened his mouth again.

Isri looked at Cecil and still didn't speak, his eyes had already determined that he would do this, explaining everything was futile.

After thinking about it, Isri took a step back and respectfully performed a standard deacon salute.

The end of Cecil's eyes twitched slightly, and he took a step forward again, he wanted Isri to remember himself forever.

Cehir walked up to Isri, stretched out his hand and pulled Isri's tie, and pulled him down. Cehir stood upright without even lowering his head.

"Isri, now, I hate you to the core!"

After finishing speaking, he threw the tie aside, closed the door and walked in without looking back, leaving Yisli standing outside alone.

Isri was just about to follow and open the door, but heard that almost roaring voice coming through the crack of the door.

"Go away!" Cecil clenched his hands tightly, his slender eyelashes trembling in the air angrily.

With a sudden sound, Yisli also didn't put his hand on the door, but retreated to the door instead, standing straight, with an ugly expression on his face.

Halfway up the stairs, Cecil couldn't breathe out of the gas in his chest, so he could only squat on the steps, clutching the collar of his clothes tightly, trying to send in more air.

Those red eyes were already foggy, and as soon as he lowered his head, tears fell down the steps.

Cecil opened his mouth halfway, his voice was very low, he didn't know what he was talking about, only a slight whining sound, and a small crying sound from the tearing throat.

He obviously has no feelings, and he doesn't even know his name, but for some reason, he feels so distressed, as if he was poached by life.

I don't know how long I stayed on the steps, but when I got up, my whole body was stiff, my legs were numb and I stood on the stairs, and I fell to the ground after walking a few steps.

Cecil didn't move, just lying on the ground quietly, letting the tears smear his face, tilting his head, staring motionlessly at the fingertips hanging aside.

When the pain on his body subsided, the stiff fingertips moved slightly.

Like a puppet whose soul has been sucked out, Cecil supported the wall and dragged towards the room step by step, and a double image appeared in front of him with blurred vision.

But as soon as he opened the door, unexpectedly, when he looked up, he saw a few more birds standing on the branch of the tree outside. Suddenly, Cecil rushed to the window as if suddenly going crazy, staring and shouting. .

"Go away! Go away!"

The little bird was frightened by Cecil's cry and couldn't stand still. It staggered twice before flying away.

It was only when he saw the bare branches again that Cehir calmed down, stepped back a few steps and slumped on the bed.

He was about to be tortured madly, Cecil raised his hand to look at the ring on his left middle finger, took it off and threw it towards the wall.

After standing for more than a few hours, Isli also felt a little tired, so he turned around and packed the carriage, and led the horse back to the stable.

Isli took a look at the crumpled newspaper and tore it clean and threw it into the weed pile. The already stern face now had more black lines.

The clothes on the child were not cheap at first glance. During the child's struggle, it was discovered that the child's body was full of marks left by the whip, and there were even pinholes left on the neck.

Aristocrats with such rights would definitely be in trouble, so he didn't keep the child. How long he can live is up to him.

But what he didn't expect was that the child was killed that night and was published in the newspaper. For a while, Isri only felt a severe headache.

Shaking his head, he walked towards the market. The sun in the distance had been covered by the mountains, leaving only a little blood on the edge, which was so red that it was scary.

Cecil shrank to the bed. Although it was spring, it was still shivering in the afternoon.

Even if he retracted into the quilt, he couldn't feel any warmth. He just wanted to lie down, motionless, and think about nothing.

In other words, he didn't dare to think, didn't dare to think about all the things that happened, as if they were caused by himself, they were all caused by himself, and he was the culprit.

He killed a lot of people, a lot...

When Isli arrived in the town, the sun had completely set, and there were a lot fewer people on the street, only a few taverns were still open.

His head was so dizzy that Isli randomly found a tavern with a small number of people and went in.

Most of the night, Yisili spent in the tavern, and this was the first time that he had so much alcohol, his whole eyes were slightly red.

Yisli was already outstanding, and coupled with his slender figure, he was quickly targeted by several big men in the distance.

"How much do you think he can sell?" A man eating chicken legs wiped the saliva from the corner of his mouth and said to Isri.

"This man looks like the clothes are not cheap, do we really dare to do it?"

"Why don't you dare, you're drunk, it's not too much to disappear, right?" The person who ate the chicken leg threw the bone in his hand into the plate and said proudly: "You say so."

"Heh, if you want to blame him, blame him for drinking too much." As he said that, the eyes in his eyes looked at Isri even more wildly.

I don't know how much he drank, Yisli leaned back in the chair, raised his head, revealing his slender neck that was glowing with fine powder.

The delicate Adam's apple slid up and down along with the swallowing, Isri raised his hand and pulled down the tie on his neck, narrowed his long and narrow phoenix eyes, and looked at the sight that swept over from a distance.

"Do it!" said the person who was eating the chicken leg with a finger.

Immediately afterwards, two big men slammed the stool to the ground and walked towards Isri.

Isri still sat in the same place without moving, wine bottles of various shapes were poured on the table, and a few buttons were unbuttoned at the neckline. Anyone with a little heart would be able to see a spring in a blink of an eye.

"Go away..." Isri's voice was a little hoarse, and he frowned and looked at the person standing in front of him.

As far as he was able to go, that porcelain-white and powdered face was even more stunning, like a monster, the man who ate the chicken leg just now was a little moved.

Although he hates things like this between men the most, but now that this beauty is in front of him, not only is he not tired of it, but he even looks forward to what such a beauty will taste like.

The people around seemed to be unaware that there was someone here, they had lowered their heads, stopped looking at this side, and were busy with their own affairs.

The man bit his lips with his tongue, and reached out to touch Isri.

Isri held the glass, took a sip of the remaining wine in it, and let out a mouthful of alcohol with his lips parted slightly.