canary in cage

All of a sudden, two or three people poured into this small space, rummaging around, like abandoned dogs, licking what was left behind.

The window was opened, and a gust of cold wind came in from the outside, causing the two of them to take a few steps back, and the next second, the sound of shouting and cursing came from behind.

"What kind of window to open! I gave it to me!"

The two young men standing in front quickly bowed their heads and walked forward to close the window with a smile.

In this small space, poor cushions and boxes were torn everywhere, and even the precarious boards were kicked several times.

The boss who took the lead spat on the ground, stepped forward and pushed the two people in front of him away, with a gloomy face: "Get him back for me!"

Just as he was about to turn around and leave, something flashed in front of his eyes. The leader walked to the front, squatted down, and looked between the gaps in the planks.

"Kick it away." The leader stood up and said to the narrator.

With a sound of "Bang!", the board was kicked to crack a big hole, and the thing in the middle of the gap also fell in response to the sound. It was a small piece of kyanite, emitting a shining blue light.

Although it is incomplete, only a small piece, but it is definitely worth a lot. The person who took the lead instantly became jealous, and the corners of his lips were almost grinning behind his ears.

"Let's go! Our brothers are going to celebrate!" The leader looked at the things in his hand and said excitedly: "I'll bring you something good tonight!"

"Thank you, brother!" A group of people around him booed.

What they didn't know was that Cecil had already stuffed the kyanite into the gap when he left in advance.

Cecil knew that if these people really wanted to rob him, they would definitely find him at all costs, so he might as well give it to him directly, a piece of kyanite that is losing money is not worth much.

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In the cabin at the back, the male and female teachers made room for Cecil and Loman. They were arranged in the innermost part and surrounded by groups, like a big family.

The bearded man stood up, looked at Loman and Cehir with a smile, and opened his mouth and said, "My name is Gran. Since everyone is here, we are friends!"

Don't be a little overwhelmed by Cecil's sudden enthusiasm, but Luoman on the side quickly blended in, with a smile on his face: "Thank you, uncle."

The woman on the side poured juice into the glasses for Loman and Cecil, and Gran picked up the quilt on the table, and then lifted it into the air.

"Merry Christmas Eve!"

The people around also stood up, raised the glass in front of them and touched Gran's glass, and then drank it down, opening their mouths at the same time.

"Merry Christmas Eve!"

In order to blend in with them as soon as possible, Cehir still followed their movements. The juice was orange juice, which seemed to be freshly squeezed, and it still had a slightly bitter taste in it.

Just a few minutes after sitting down, a woman pushed the door in from the outside, holding a basket in her hand.

"Guys, I borrowed the kitchen and made apple pie for everyone."

Hearing what the woman said, a group of people instantly became excited, and all clapped their hands and stared at the things in the basket.

As soon as the woman lifted the thick cloth from the basket, a strong fruit fragrance instantly filled the entire cabin, and everyone couldn't wait to look at the apple pie that was about to be taken out.

Cecil was also slightly taken aback. As long as he could remember, he had never been exposed to anything about apples, and he never even used apples when he was making desserts.

But this taste is too fragrant, Cehir doesn't understand why Isli doesn't make it, it tastes better than pineapple pie and strawberry pie.

The woman unhurriedly used a knife to slowly cut open the fresh and tender flesh, the outer skin was broken, and the fragrance became stronger. Luoman next to him was nervously pulling the corner of Cecil's clothes, swallowing his saliva constantly.

The apple pie was just right, everyone was given a small piece, and Loman and Cecil were also given a piece. After all, it was Christmas Eve. The captain and the crew set off fireworks on the deck, and the nobles on the upper floors held a banquet and played playing the game.

Cecil looked at the apple pie in front of him, but he didn't see any knives and forks. He didn't know what to do for a while.

Loman glanced at Cehir, then directly picked up the plate, picked up the apple pie and stuffed it into his mouth, and then looked at Cehir with a happy face, the side of his face was bulging.

"Brother, eat quickly!"

Seeing the people in front of him, Cecil grabbed them with his hands and stuffed them into his mouth. He paused, imitating Loman, holding up the plate with his left hand, and slowly approaching the apple pie in the middle of the plate with his right hand

Not even a second after touching it, Cecil withdrew his hand from the heat, clenched his fist, and his fingertips were still aching.

Seeing that others were eating happily, Cecil didn't want to spoil everyone's interest, so he held the plate in front of him and puffed his mouth to blow it for a long time before picking up the apple pie.

As soon as it was delivered to the tip of the nose, the fruity scent rushed into the nasal cavity instantly, and the corners of Cecil's lips moved slightly, and he opened his mouth and stuffed it in.

As imagined, the sourness of the apple neutralized the sweetness of the cake, and it exploded directly on the taste buds.

A gleam of light flashed in Cehir's eyes. When he took the second bite, he directly swallowed the apple lying on it, and the sour Cehir's eyes closed directly.

But within a few seconds, Cehir felt that his throat was blocked and uncomfortable, and his eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of gauze, and he couldn't see anything clearly.

"Cough, cough, cough!" A violent cough came from behind in an instant.

Cecil's body slid directly down the stool behind him, half propped on the ground and holding the collar of the clothes with one hand, wanting to take a big breath, but the outside air couldn't get in anyway.

The others were taken aback by Cecil's sudden action, and Loman cried out nervously. He didn't eat the apple pie in his hand, and bent down to help Cecil up from the ground.

Cecil supported Luoman's hand, and stood up tremblingly from the ground, the pain on his face did not ease.

He was about to sit on the stool, but in the next second, the string in his head seemed to be broken in an instant, and he fell straight forward.

Luoman didn't hold back for a while, and saw Cehir fell to the ground. Fortunately, the person next to him reacted in time and stepped forward to pull Cehir into his arms.

Loman stared wide-eyed at the apple pie on the plate, and then at the group of people, suddenly a very bad thought came to his mind.

He trembled: "You... What did you eat for brother!"

In the distance, a gentle man with glasses came over, took Cehir for inspection, and his brows gradually tightened.

Then he stretched out his hand to unbutton Cehir's neck, and it took him half a minute to unbutton the button. The man couldn't help but sigh, are children's buttons so concealed now?