canary in cage

The man frowned thoughtfully, and only one figure appeared in his mind for a while.

"Your Excellency?" the man asked tentatively.

The administrator glanced at it, and the corners of his lips raised slightly: "It's good to know."

As soon as the words fell, people around rushed up one after another, ten times the price, that was the amount of money they could earn back in more than ten years, and now they can get it without any effort.

Why not do it!

In just a moment, everyone stood behind the administrator, with no nostalgia for this chamber of commerce in their eyes.

The person who was still arrogant just now can only watch helplessly as his staff is lost, but he can't do anything.

offend?The only thing he could think of was what he had invited the Duke to say. The more he thought about it, the more complicated he felt. In just two seconds, his eyes were filled with fear.

The administrator sorted out the number of people, held the box in his hand, and said calmly, "Enjoy the rest of your time tonight as soon as possible."

empty!Everything is empty, in this society, money is fundamental, without money you are nothing.

Ten times I can't bet back at all.

After the administrator went out, a loud cry could be heard from the chamber of commerce hall.

It seemed that he was regretting everything he had done.

After getting the result, Isri just nodded slightly, and walked out without saying anything.

The next day, Cecil got up earlier than usual today, and Isri got ready for today's clothes and breakfast early in the morning.

When changing clothes, Cehir still deliberately covered the red marks on his body with his arms, but Isri continued to change clothes indifferently as if he hadn't seen anything.

"Master, it's cold outside today, add a shawl." Isri turned around and picked a thicker one from the hanger behind him.

Because the collar is a bit high, all the soft hair is squeezed at the neckline, looking like a mushroom.

Isri knelt down and slowly put the shoes on from his feet, raised his head when he finished the last knot, and said in a soft voice.

"Master, it's time to cut your hair."

Cecil touched his short hair that had grown to his neck, thinking it was true, he responded to Isri's voice: "Come back and cut it."

"Okay, young master, I'm going to prepare the carriage." Isri got up and exited through the door.

Today is Wednesday in the middle of the month, the festival day of the Kritis family, and this is one of the few black clothes Cecil wears in a year.

When the carriage went up the mountain again, the scenery outside the window was almost too fast for the eyes to see.

The mountain seemed to be a paradise. It was not covered by the thick smoke below, and even the thick fog avoided this paradise.

The more you go up, the flowers seem to bloom more colorfully, and the lawn on the ground is also eye-catching green.

Isri parked the carriage a little far away, for fear of disturbing everything here.

"Master, I'll wait for you here." Isri opened the car door and helped Cecil get down.

Yisili seems to be digging a corner for this kind of rules, servants are not allowed to approach the family cemetery.

Cecil tried to persuade him several times, but in the end he compromised with Isri.

This place has already been bought. When Cecil went to the top of the mountain, he was surprised to find that the flowers on the trees here hadn't finished falling yet.

When the wind blows, pink petals are everywhere.

There is only one tombstone on the ground, standing on the side of the tree. There is no mound or epitaph, just a simple stone tablet.

For some reason, the wind suddenly picked up, and all the petals that fell on the tombstone were blown off.

Cecil stood in front of the tombstone, his bright golden hair was blown messy, and he lost his eyes several times.

Standing in the distance, Isli can just see this scene. The hillside is very high, connecting to the sky, and the golden filaments are gently lifted by the wind, blowing into the air.

He is a bit jealous.

Cecil brushed his disheveled hair behind his ears, and half-kneeled in front of the tombstone.

"Long time no see, I came to see you."

Cecil's voice was very low, and when his hand touched the tombstone, it was cold, and his heart ached.

The mother who used to play with him, the elder brother who said he was going out to do business but actually went out to buy birthday gifts for him, and the father who went to various chambers of commerce all day long.

Scenes were replaying in his mind, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't remember the faces of those people, as if they had been wiped away, his memory was blank.

He imagined countless times, flipped through the merchant records countless times, but there was no clue for him to check.

His father didn't have any enmity with anyone at all, and this inexplicable killing stopped abruptly, leaving him alone in Norda's Kritis family.

Whether it was on purpose or by luck, he escaped the killing, but lived with a demon.

But his life told him again and again that he couldn't do without this demon, he needed him.

Cecil thought he was crazy.

The mountain seemed to be a little colder again, and Cecil got up from the tombstone, his eyes still fixed on the stone.

"I'll see you again next year."

The wind suddenly picked up, covering Cehir's voice, but the shape of his mouth could be vaguely discerned.

The lips that opened and closed seemed to be praying.

"I love you."

When Cehir turned his head, Isri stood upright beside the carriage, and when he saw Cehir's gaze, the corners of his lips immediately raised an arc.

Just as he was about to come down from the hillside, a dark red suddenly caught Cecil's sight.

It was under the other side of the hillside, where there was a field of wild roses. Cecil glanced at Isri and then at the roses.

It's a good match.

After thinking about it, Cehir turned around and walked down the hillside. Isri, who could only see half of Cehir's body, disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye.

I was about to raise my legs to look for it, but I finally held back, thinking about the time in my heart.

If you don't come back in 1 minute, go find it yourself.

Isli counted the time very slowly, 1 minute was counted into 2 minutes, and in the end he couldn't help it, and when he was about to make an exception and go to look for it, a touch of gold first appeared in front of him.

Isri straightened his feet and looked up into the distance. Cecil was holding a bouquet of roses in his hand, which seemed a bit prickly, and Cecil held it very tight.

When Cehir was about to walk down, Isri walked up to Cehir's side in three steps and two steps. First, he checked Cehir's hand. Hill face.

"If the young master likes it, I can buy it for the young master in the store." Isri opened his mouth and said.

"But this is a wild rose." Cecil looked at the rose and emphasized to Isri.

"Next time you tell me, I'll pick it for you." Isri opened his mouth again.

Cecil looked at Isri: "But I picked this for you."