canary in cage

Loman looked at Cecil and couldn't help laughing: "Brother, the knot you tied is quite different from what you tied yesterday."

Cecil looked down at the scarf, and smiled awkwardly, because it was Esri who beat him yesterday.

Loman seemed to realize that he had said the wrong thing, and hurriedly opened his clothes, and several pieces of bread and milk fell out of that round belly.

Loman smiled and said to Cecil: "I brought it from the back, otherwise we wouldn't have eaten in the morning."

Cecil was stunned for half a second, looking at Luoman. The place where they were sitting happened to be blocked by a pile of boxes. It was like a small space for only two people, and people outside couldn't see the inside at all.

Loman stuffed the extra bread and milk into the crack of the box behind him, picked a softer bread and handed it to Cecil.

"Brother, eat quickly, or it will be bad if someone finds out."

What Loman said was right. With the movement in the restaurant just now, a large number of people must have not eaten. Cecil knew without guessing what the hungry people would do to the two unarmed people.

From the baked bread in the past to the finished bread that I don't know how long now, from the hot milk to the cold one, Sehir is not used to it, so he put it aside after a few bites.

Luoman, on the other hand, picked a piece at random and ate it in big mouthfuls. In the end, there was not even a scum left, and he could only look at the piece in Cecil's hand.

Cecil was amused, and just as he handed the bread to Loman, most of the bread was gone when Loman took a bite.

Choking while eating, he was willing to drink a few sips of milk, then carefully put it aside, opening and closing his mouth to mix with the milk.

"Brother, where are you going?"

Cecil, who was suddenly asked a question, took his thoughts back, thought for a while and said, "East Asia."

Loman nodded and echoed, "I've been there before, and the weather is terribly cold."

"Cold?" Cecil was shocked by the news beyond his cognition.

"Don't you know, brother?" Loman looked at Cecil blankly and explained: "There was a volcano erupting there, and people can freeze to death there in winter after that. It is said that they offended the patron saint."

Cecil was a little surprised by this news, he had never seen this report in the newspaper, it seems that the news was blocked.

After watching Loman take a few bites of bread, Cecil opened his mouth again: "How many places have you been to?"

Luoman raised his head and smiled stupidly, and opened his mouth a little embarrassedly: "I have been wandering outside since I was a child, traveling around with various boats, and I have gone to too many places."

Not a second after he finished speaking, Loman opened his mouth again, "Why did brother leave the West Asian continent? Brother doesn't look like us civilians, did he run away from home?"

A series of questions came one after another, and Cecil didn't know how to answer for a while, so he had to follow Loman's words.

"Even if you run away from home."

"Do you still want to go back?" Loman moved to Cecil's side.

Cecil glanced out the window, opened his mouth and said, "I won't go back."

Cecil didn't know how he felt when he said these four words, he was too contradictory, why did he escape?

He can obviously enjoy the glory and wealth in the West Asia continent, and he can be his Duke aloofly, as long as he listens to Isri's words.

But why did he abandon those and run out?What are you doing to confront Isri?To prove that I can do it alone?

Yeah?Maybe……

Cecil had a headache from the wind, and after reaching out to pull down the baffle, he buried his head in the wine-red scarf.

There is still some fragrance on it, but it is very weak, and it may be gone tomorrow.

Seeing Cehir lower his head, Loman thought he had said something wrong, so he also huddled in the corner and looked at Cehir with his eyes open.

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Unknowingly, it was noon, and I heard a few sounds in my ears, and Cecil didn't look up until Luoman's voice sounded again.

"Brother, it's noon, it's time to eat."

Cecil raised his head a little, and there was a smell of pasta from the tip of his nose. Suddenly, a flash of light flashed in Cecil's eyes, and he completely raised his head to look at the plate in Loman's hand.

The dark blue patterns are finely carved around the plate, and a few pieces of gold leaf are dotted on it. This is definitely not the food served in the civilian area.

Cecil turned his gaze back to Loman's face. Even though his face was washed with water, he could still vaguely see the light red fingerprint.

Immediately, Cecil frowned, looked at Loman, and said in a cold tone, "Where did you get it?"

Luoman was shocked by Cecil's tone, and his voice trembled a little: "They... sent it."

A cold light flashed in Cecil's eyes, and his voice became even colder: "Tell the truth!"

After all, he was a child, and Loman was immediately wronged by what Cecil said.

"My brother didn't eat in the morning, I...I just want my brother to eat..."

As soon as he finished speaking, Luoman couldn't help being wronged, standing in front of Cecil and sniffling his nose, tears kept pouring out from the corners of his eyes.

Hearing Luoman's words, Cehir's heart also stopped suddenly, and the person who was a little at a loss looked at the person standing in front of him.

The tips of her light golden hair were still dripping water, and her face was soaked with tears just after being wiped dry, making her look like a water figure.

Cecil touched his coat pocket and took out a handkerchief. When he was about to hand it to Luoman, he found that he was still holding the plate in both hands.

There was no other way, Cehir had no choice but to get up slightly, picked up a handkerchief and wiped Loman's face, his voice softened.

"do not Cry."

Luoman is not a person who doesn't know good and bad. Hearing Cehir's voice softened, he opened the corner of his mouth: "Brother, don't you blame me?"

Cecil nodded helplessly, and took the plate in Loman's hand.

"Don't do these things anymore." Cecil gently rolled up a piece of pasta with a fork and said.

"Hmm..." Loman answered in a nonchalant manner.

When Cecil was about to hand the pasta to Loman's mouth, he found that Loman was looking straight at his hand.

"Look what I do?"

Luoman admired it for a few seconds before blinking and opening his mouth and said, "Brother's movements are so beautiful."

beautiful?Cecil turned his head and fell into his own hands. It has always been like this. There is nothing beautiful about it.

"Don't think about other things, hurry up and eat." Cecil educated Loman like a child.

Loman looked at the rolled pasta in front of him and shook his head: "I've eaten it, it's for my brother."

Cecil's eyes narrowed slightly, as if looking at Loman again with scrutiny. Loman quickly raised three fingers with firm eyes.

"I swear I've eaten it! Otherwise..."

The corners of Cecil's lips raised: "What else?"

The author has something to say:

The habits that Sehir has developed since childhood can no longer be changed, and even the act of eating looks like an exquisite work of art in the eyes of ordinary people.

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Can such a canary survive?