canary in cage

Because of Isri's voice, Cecil frowned slightly, and shrank back to where he felt comfortable.

Isri raised the corners of his lips, raised his hand and hugged Cehir by the waist, his soft golden hair gently rubbed against his neck, and Isri couldn't help speeding up a few steps to send Cehir into the carriage.

The cool wind outside finally pulled Isri's sanity back a bit, and he felt a lot more relaxed. When he turned his head to look at Cecil, his whole body was curled up in a corner like a ball of cotton, and his body followed The carriage shook and trembled.

Isri suppressed the last trace of desire in his eyes, turned around, and accelerated the carriage by a few points.

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It wasn't until noon that Isri was just preparing lunch when a knock on the door suddenly interrupted his train of thought.

Isri frowned, put the dinner plate in his hand on the table, and walked towards the door, suddenly a touch of white pierced his eyes, and Isri paused, looking at the envelope stuffed into the crack of the door.

When the door was opened, there was only a gust of wind outside, and horses grazing leisurely in the distance.

Isri squatted down and picked up the envelope. Pure white paper is considered a rare item in the West Asian continent. With such a delicate touch, the other party must also be a person of status.

Isri lowered his head and opened the envelope. When he saw the words on the letter paper, his amber eyes became more gloomy, as if they had added a different emotion, foggy and unpredictable.

"Isli?" Suddenly a voice came through: "What are you doing standing at the door?"

Isri was startled by Cecil's voice, and the gloom in his eyes was swept away, and he quickly stuffed the envelope in his pocket with a smile on his face.

"It's windy outside, so I closed the door tightly."

Cecil glanced at Isri, and his attention was already attracted by the fragrance on the dining table in the distance.

Three steps and two steps in parallel, Cecil was already sitting firmly at the table. As soon as Isri returned to his own work, he bent down and poured black tea for Cecil.

Isri stood behind Cehir, staring straight at the back of Cehir's head, and the dark emotion in his eyes surged up again.

Just when Cecil was about to finish his meal, Isri opened his mouth: "Master, I need to ask for a few days off."

When he heard the next few words, Cehir trembled all over, his hand holding the knife and fork was a little unsteady, he swallowed a mouthful of food, and turned to look at Isri.

"Where are you going?"

Isri still replied respectfully: "Sorry, young master, forgive me for not being able to tell you."

"How many days?" Cecil tried hard to suppress his excited voice.

Isri raised his body slightly, looked into Cecil's eyes, and asked in a questioning voice: "Master, you seem to be very happy?"

Cecil's expression froze in an instant, as if his body was suddenly splashed with a bucket of ice water.

"No, it's just a simple inquiry." Cecil turned his head away from Isri.

"Sorry, I don't know the time, it may be very fast, or it may be very slow." Isri slowly opened his mouth to answer the question just now.

Cehir's heart was beating fast, but he was afraid that Isli next to him would find out, so he could only pretend to pick up the fork that was placed next to him, and fiddled with the dishes on the plate.

"I see." Cecil opened his mouth and said, "When are you going to leave?"

"tonight."

Cecil's heart speeded up a little more, and after saying yes, he turned around and walked up to the second floor.

The opportunity came too suddenly, and the impact almost made Cecil's head heat up. Excitement, nervousness and fear were intertwined in his heart, tightly wrapped together like cicada silk.

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When the sky darkened, this emotion became more obvious, and the beating of the heart was about to rush out of the skin.

Finally, when Isri knocked on the door, Cehir still symbolically said, "Be safe." Isri bowed slightly with an elegant and long voice.

"Master, I will come back as soon as possible."

There was a smile on Cecil's face, and he looked at Isri innocently like a child. In those pure eyes that were not mixed with any emotions, there were turbulent waves in the dark.

When the downstairs door made a sound, Cehir immediately moved from the bed to the window, watching Isri's back gradually walking away, and there was no need to hide the emotion in his eyes.

Isri seemed to feel something, and when he turned to look at the window on the second floor, there was only a yellowish light flickering.

This was a choice he had no choice but to make, and it would be a torment for him to be away from the young master for even a second.

Isri narrowed his slender phoenix eyes, letting the cold wind blow the hair on his forehead, and lowered his head to look at the pure white envelope in his hand with his side face polished like a hell devil himself.

After watching for a few seconds, he turned his gaze back to the room with the lights on.

Master, I'll be back soon.

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That night, Cehir didn't feel sleepy at all from his excitement. After finally surviving until the next morning, when it was just dawn, Cehir packed up and rushed out of the house.

I thought about driving the horse-drawn carriage by myself, but in the end it took me 10 minutes and I didn't know how to make the horse run.

The horse seemed to be against Cehir, no matter how hard Cehir was pulling, it still stood there motionless.

In the end, Cecil was also exhausted. He stood still panting heavily, turned around and walked towards the market in a fit of anger.

The bank note in his hand was still tightly clutched, to be honest, he just couldn't find the pocket on his clothes.

On the streets of the city, Sehir is considered a maverick, but it can be seen from the clothes that he is the young master of a noble family.

Today is the opening day of the amusement park, and the young masters and ladies of the nobles are all excited to go in to join in the fun, and the servants behind them are also following in groups, only Cehir is alone.

Seeing the long queue in the distance, Cehir lowered the brim of his hat and turned into an alley with few people.

I have to hurry up, I am not sure when Isri will come back, and today is the New Year's Eve, people on the street are crowded one by one.

Finally, the alley was much cleaner. Only then did Cecil take a breath, and his steps could finally be a little faster.

He was going to buy a boat ticket. This was something he had been thinking about for the past few years. Only by leaving the West Asian continent could he completely leave Isri. Thinking about it, Cehir tightened his grip on the silver ticket.

But after walking around for a few laps, a terrifying news instantly put Cecil in a stalemate.

He can't find his way.

Cecil froze on the spot, looking around back and forth, his memory seemed to be fragmented, and his mind was blank.

"Little friend, can't you find your way?" A voice suddenly came from behind.