you turned on the love game

"You really are a weird guy."

Chiya said so.

He noticed you some time ago.

At that time, he walked through the winding path to the courtyard after completing the task, and suddenly imitated the way of ordinary people and said "I'm back", and the only response to him was the sound of branches and leaves shaking in the wind.

This was expected, and he didn't care. He didn't expect to see Ilmi coming out from behind the big tree as soon as he entered the courtyard.

"You're back."

The elder brother dressed casually watched him calmly, "Mom is very worried about you, and is waiting for you to go back to see her in the mansion."

Qi Ya's originally pretty good mood fell to the bottom instantly, he turned his head unhappily, and said expressionlessly: "I don't want to go."

Even so, his skills were taught by Yi Ermi himself, and if Yi Ermi forced him to take him to his mother, there was nothing he could do.

But unexpectedly, Yiermi seemed to be only responsible for conveying her mother's request, and didn't care whether Qiya would carry it out. She just said "yes" indifferently and turned away.

Leaving Qi Ya standing alone holding the skateboard.

The sunlight stretched his shadow very long, spreading from the stone road in the middle of the courtyard to the stone wall at the edge, and then continued to climb up along the angle until it touched the small flowers that were just blooming on the top of the stone wall.

There is an indescribable sense of loneliness.

But the young boy with short silver hair didn't stand still for too long.

He quickly took out a chocolate ball from his pocket, peeled off the candy wrapper and threw it into his mouth. The sweet taste immediately captured his body and mind.

He seemed to have turned into a puddle of water, his cheeks puffed up slightly, and he held his face in his hands to savor the deliciousness of the chocolate ball.

The feeling of taste buds floating in the clouds is so good, even if his mother suddenly appeared in front of him, he couldn't stop his good mood.

Suddenly, the ears caught a slight rustling sound.

It was the grass in front of him.

He lowered his head and stared at the ground, noticing that there was a group of ants carrying food moving in front of him, and suddenly became playful.

So he squatted down, put the skateboard aside, and snapped a long branch in half.

The white-tipped branches gently poked on the dead butterfly on the ant colony's back, and the crimson phosphorous powder dripped on the grass following his movements, and the originally orderly ant colony immediately became a mess.

The irritability caused by his mother dissipated in an instant, and Qi Ya teased the messy ant colony with a branch, with a smirk of a successful prank on his face like an ordinary child.

"Tch, you guys are too stupid."

Suddenly, he noticed a line of sight coming from behind him.

He turned his head away quickly.

A man of the same age who had never seen him before was wearing clothes similar to that of a housekeeper standing beside the stone gate of the courtyard, looking in his direction silently at a distance of about 20 meters.

Probably the new servant.

As Qi Ya thought about it, most of the interest in his heart disappeared. He threw the branch in his hand to the side at will, and the skateboard fell to the ground with a bang, and he quickly jumped on the skateboard and left here.

But before leaving completely, he looked back inexplicably.

The new guy didn't always bow respectfully in the direction he left like other servants, but still stared at the position where the pile of ants was, to be precise, stared at the butterfly.

A deep red butterfly carcass mixed with golden lines.

In the next few days, Qi Ya also met other new servants after returning from the mission outside. When seeing him, they all bowed deeply and called "Master Qi Ya" in their mouths.

But the guy guarding the courtyard was different.

Maybe it was because Indus reminded him of politeness after returning that day, and she would bend over and call him "Master Qi Ya" after that.But he always felt that this person was actually not as respected as the others.

She just sees this as a task that needs to be done.

Although Qi Ya is only five years old now.

But his powers of observation have far surpassed that of ordinary people.

Out of curiosity, when he came back from the outside, he would pretend to glance at her inadvertently, and occasionally stepped on a skateboard to walk past her on purpose.

But every time, she just called "Master Qi Ya" politely, and then continued to stare at somewhere in a daze.

Qi Ya suddenly parked the skateboard next to the big tree, and the child's temper surged up, and his curiosity instantly turned into perfunctory dissatisfaction.

He kicked the tree trunk unhappily, and with [-]% force, the big tree trembled immediately, and the leaves fluttered down one after another.

The created movement attracted her attention, she followed the sound and looked here, her eyes stayed on him——

To be precise, it stayed on his red clothes.

The dissatisfaction in her heart came and went quickly, and Qiya immediately realized that her focus was on red.

Thinking about it carefully, when he saw her for the first time, this guy seemed to be focusing on the crimson butterfly as well.

Kiya thoughtfully put away the skateboard.

In the evening of the second day, the sky was covered with a gorgeous orange-red sunset glow.The light with residual heat dyed the lawn a thin layer of red, and that guy really just stared at the reddish lawn motionless.

Qi Ya sat cross-legged on the tree trunk, giggled, holding a small stone up and down in his hand, and smashed it precisely where her line of sight was.

"Are you new here?"

That strange girl really looked at him, as if the tranquility of the lake was suddenly broken, with shallow ripples in her eyes.

That erratic temperament also settled down.

He held a red apple in his hand and thought, if the guy really likes red so much, he can give this to her, but she has to play with him.

As a result, he heard a request that he never thought about: "Master Qi Ya, are you interested in dyeing your hair red?"

"what?"

It was so shocking, he subconsciously clenched the thing in his hand, and then raised it to his mouth knowing that it was edible food, and took a big bite with a click.

Then suddenly reacted——

Qi Ya: "!!"

His plan is in shambles!

"Strange guy?"

You looked up at the young boy with silver hair.

The warm wind stirred the branches and leaves above his head, the dark green tide surged up and down, and the thin red sunset fell on the corners of his lips, cheeks, and eyes.

There is a sly light in the blue eyes that are as clear as the sky, showing the essence of the naughty boy to the fullest, it seems that he will say such words with the intention of asking you to answer.

So you follow his lead:

"Why does Master Qiya think so?"

"Obviously."

The little boy raised the corners of his lips, turned his big cat-like eyes round and round, took another bite of the apple in his hand, shook it at you, and said vaguely.

"I just said that this was originally intended for you, but I ate it myself, and you even apologized."

The more he said it, the more he felt it made sense. He proudly raised his jaw slightly to look at you, and said plausibly, "Isn't he a strange guy?"

"Well, what Master Qiya said makes sense."

"of course--"

"But..." you said again, "You will eat it because of the sentence I said suddenly, so the original reason is not on me?"

His proud smile narrowed slightly, his eyes lit up in the next second, he reached out and patted the place next to the tree trunk, and said to you: "Come up..."

"Is it an order?"

"Tsk, you said that too."

Qi Ya didn't like this kind of conversation very much.

He wants a more equal and freer communication relationship, even the servants don't need to always respect him as a young master.

The joy that rose up just now disappeared in an instant, and he lowered the corner of his mouth in displeasure, but found that you didn't have the respect common to other servants in your eyes, as if you were just asking it jokingly.

——So did you say that on purpose?

The depression in my heart was swept away immediately.

He even took this as a joke with you in a wicked way.

"That's right, it's an order."

Qi Ya hugged the skateboard to the other side, leaving a large space, and the tree trunk trembled with his palms, "Sit on it."

You squat down slightly to gather strength, and take off easily to sit next to him.

From the suddenly elevated perspective, you can see many things, such as the winding stone road outside the courtyard, the rolling mountains in the distance, and the sunset climbing on the top of the volcano that is about to disappear.

"Do you like red very much?"

Qi Ya's feet dangled back and forth in mid-air, and his white hair with orange red hair swayed gently in the breeze, looking extremely soft.

"You always keep your eyes on red things."

You turned to look at him in surprise: "How do you know?"

The silver-haired kid tilted his head and glanced at you, then hummed and said, "I saw it many times when I came back from outside!"

You didn't expect him to notice your performance, your eyes fell on his slightly satisfied expression, you smiled slightly, and said softly: "I don't remember."

Qi Ya suddenly turned his head: "You don't remember?"

"I'm forgetting a lot of things," you say, "but red catches my attention. So I want to see more, maybe it reminds me of something."

"Do you remember why you are here?"

"To live better."

"Then do you remember where you came from?"

"Meteor Street..."

Qi Ya showed a speechless expression: "Don't you remember everything?"

You laughed and said, "It's not these things that I forgot."

Then he sighed slightly: "It's something from a long time ago. It's more important than where I come from and why I'm here."

"Oh……"

Qi Ya didn't know what to say, so he could only respond dryly, "Then I hope you can remember it sooner."

You smiled at him: "Then thank you, Master Qiya."

The little boy said awkwardly: "You don't need to thank me."

None of you spoke again.

The remnants of the setting sun sank along the mountains little by little, and the world gradually returned to its original tranquility.But your ears are always surrounded by the sound of "cracking" and "cracking" constantly biting apples.

You turned to look at him helplessly.

The young boy chewed slowly with his cheeks puffed out, his eyes looked at a certain direction without focus, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Probably aware of your gaze, he turned his face, took the last bite of the apple with a "click", and asked your intentions with his big suspicious eyes.

At this moment, you seem to see a boy sitting on the arm of the sofa, and he turns his head to look at you in the same way.Then you seem to call his name, and he jumps off the railing and walks towards you.

It's a new memory fragment, but you can't see his face clearly.

"What are you looking at?"

Qi Ya swallowed the apple in his mouth, stretched out his hand in front of your eyes, and woke you up from your contemplation, "Why are you staring at me and not talking?"

You think for a moment, then ask: "Master Qi Ya, do you have a red wig?"

Then, with the stunned eyes of the young boy, he asked again: "If there is one, can you please wear it for me to see?"

"Who would have such a thing!"

Qi Ya jumped off the tree trunk with his skateboard in his arms, grabbed a handful of his silver-white hair, and then made a face at you: "Just go outside and see people with red hair, they are everywhere."

You think about it too.

But you plan to stay for a while, you have already got three different memories here, maybe there will be others.

You say, "You're right, I'll check outside later."

The fact that the suggestion was adopted seemed to make the boy very happy. He put the skateboard on the ground and stepped on it: "Hmph, of course, I have gone out alone many times."

The corners of his lips curled into a smug smile, and with a kick, the skateboard immediately slid along the smooth stone road towards the mansion of the beating enemy.

"I'm leaving, you can go back too."

"OK……"

You jump off the tree trunk, watch the vague figure disappear at the end of the road in the dim light, and leave here.

With the assistance of the skateboard, Qi Ya quickly returned to the entrance of the mansion, hugged the skateboard in his arms, walked up the cold steps step by step, pushed open the closed door, and suddenly saw a figure wrapped in a foreign skirt and lace.

The brisk expression on Qi Ya's face instantly sank.

"Qi..."

The sharp high-heeled shoes rattled on the stone road, and the white lace on the edge of the dark purple tutu dress swayed in the middle of her walk, and above that was the electronic eye on the bridge of the nose.

—is his mother.

—Kiju? Beat the enemy.

"Mum saw it, saw it all—"

Ki Qiu's cheeks trembled slightly, and finally he lifted the hem of his skirt uncontrollably, rushed to Qi Ya, and asked sharply: "How can you—how can you order a servant to sit next to you!!"

"No, strange, absolutely not! You are the best child in this generation, and the host of the enemy and guests in the future. Mom does not allow you to do such meaningless things !!! Do you want to follow a servant with a servant Equal communication? Absolutely—absolutely not allowed!!"

At the end, her voice was so shrill that it almost pierced the corridor.

Qi Ya lowered his face, intending to bypass her and leave.

"Qiyan!!"

The electronic eyes on Kiqiu's face flickered frantically, and the dissatisfaction of being ignored by her favorite son made her voice rise an octave again, causing the electronic eyes to make unpleasant hissing sounds.

"Mom is talking to you!! Chiya!!"

"say no more……"

"Why can't you understand mom! Mom is always there for you, Qi Ya, Qi Ya!! In order to become the best killer! You must! Be an obedient and good boy!!"

"Don't say it anymore!!"

The skateboard slammed into the stone wall with a muffled thud.

Qi Ya looked at her with serious eyes, "I don't want to hear it."

Hearing this, Kiqiu became quiet instead.

She pressed the foreign fan in her hand to her lips, the electronic eyes turned into fine sparks, and her voice trembled faintly: "Ah... Mommy's Qiya..."

"Did Qiya get mad at mom just now?"

"Sorry, I……"

"No need! No need to apologize to mom!!"

Qi Ya was stunned when he heard the words, and Ji Qiu couldn't help pressing the foreign fan on his chest, his voice choked up: "Mom is so touched, Qi Ya is starting to grow up, and he will get angry with mom—"

"Ah, ah, I have to tell my dear the good news immediately—Kiya has grown up!!"

Kiqiu snapped the foreign fan shut, and walked through the corridor extremely fast, Qiya only felt a gust of wind blowing past his ears quickly, narrowed his eyes slightly, and when he opened them again, his mother had disappeared in front of his eyes.

He pursed his lips and continued walking.Before he could take a few steps, Kiqiu's voice came from the darkness ahead.

"Qi Ya—"

The sound travels through the air, the eardrum vibrates, and his mother's excited, implied warning words clearly enter his ear canal.

"Remember what Mom said—"

"Mom will never—never allow you—"

Qi Ya's hand holding the skateboard tightened slightly, and the other hand lightly touched the hard and cold stone wall, and the rough gravel scraped across his fingertips, bringing a sharp and uncomfortable touch.

He walks alone in the dark.