The Duke in the Spire of Thorns

The sky was originally clear, and the light golden sun shone on the road, making everything in front of us look full of vitality.

The road was very quiet, except for the sound of the wheels of the carriage rolling over the sand and stones. This silence lasted for a long time. Suddenly, the sound of insects rang out, and the leaves of the trees were rustled by the wind. Noise, the sky—it became dark all of a sudden, raindrops fell from the sky, and the smell of wet soil wafted to the end of Celeste's nose.

Raindrops wet Celeste's hair, and he was stunned, wondering why the weather was so unpredictable.

"You go in."

He said to Escrit, full of longing to court his sweetheart: "Let me drive the carriage."

Celeste can drive a carriage, which he had learned from Noyce.At that time, he learned it like playing, and now he is extremely grateful to Noyce.

Escrit didn't reply immediately, he paused before speaking: "Thank you, dear."

He didn't give way, and got into the carriage very quickly, "In ten days, I won't be like this after ten days."

Celeste didn't understand what he meant, but he didn't delve into it either. He happily held the rein and drove the horse forward.

Two strong horses quickly drove them to their destination. Because of the rain, there were not many people on the streets of the town.Celeste drove the carriage to the hotel, where George was.

He passed a grocery store, and suddenly reined in the reins. He stopped at the door of the store, jumped out of the carriage, and bought a black umbrella from the store.

The rain was heavy, and Celeste was drenched all over, but his heart was hot, and his body didn't feel cold.He is complacent and feels that he is thoughtful and considerate, and he is absolutely a trustworthy and good lover.

Escrit took his wet look into his eyes, and his eyes darkened, "You just jumped into the rain like this? Aren't you afraid of getting sick?"

The reprimand in his tone stunned Celeste. He sat outside the carriage with an umbrella in his arms, feeling a little aggrieved.But he couldn't bear to blame Escrit.

Celeste happily went to buy an umbrella for Escrit, hoping to get praise instead of reprimand.

He put down the umbrella, held the rein, and planned to continue to the hotel in silence.His enthusiasm seemed to have disappeared along with Escrit's words just now, leaving only the blankness of self-doubt.

His infatuation is very superficial, but he feels that he is very affectionate. He has made a lot of efforts to maintain his unrequited love, and he even disobeyed his parents.He fantasized about that painting, thinking that he was willing to take out his heart and dedicate it to the other party.But now - a trivial reprimand made him feel a little dissatisfied.

Celeste was very keenly aware of his changes, he panicked, his self-righteous love was like a piece of fragile glass, and now there was a tiny crack on it.

How is this going?

He asked himself, but when the answer slowly emerged from the depths of his heart, he was forced to press it down again.

Celeste didn't want to continue thinking.

He blinked his eyes, blinked the drops of water from his eyelashes, and squeezed his lips tightly. The raindrops rolled down the cracks of his lips to the tip of his tongue, which was cold.

- A gust of wind blew over, and the wet clothes clung to him tightly.

Celeste shuddered.

Escrit put his hand lightly on his shoulder, and he apologized: "I shouldn't say that about you." His voice was deep, "I'm just worried that you're sick."

This simple sentence made Celeste instantly forget what he was thinking just now. He smiled and said he didn't mind, and blamed himself in his heart-for his wild thoughts, he drove the carriage to the hotel in a happy mood.

Another gust of wind came, and Celeste shrank his shoulders. The combination of cold wind and cold rain was overwhelming.

Fortunately, there is a hotel in front of him, a hot bath can help him dispel the cold in his body.

The front desk of the hotel was a so-so young man who fumbled and fumbled for a long time when Celeste asked George's room number-it took him a while to find the register and give the room number.

"I remember I called him, but you didn't transfer my call to him."

"Telephone? What phone?"

Being at a loss seems to be the usual expression of the young man in front of him. Celeste was helpless. He heard the other party say: "We haven't received a call at all during this time, not a single one!"

After finishing speaking, he carefully looked at Celeste again, and asked tentatively: "I think, uh, maybe you made the wrong number?"

Celeste had no expression on his face: "I don't think I can even dial the wrong phone number in the address book."

The young man's eyes were a little dodgy, and he finally told the truth: "Well, I'm really sorry, I didn't mean it... But, who doesn't doze off after drinking? I promise I will never do that again Already!"

Celeste had nothing to say, but reminded dryly: "You shouldn't drink while working."

He booked another room and planned to take a shower before seeing George, otherwise George would be worried if he saw him in such a drenched state.

This is the only hotel in the town, even the most luxurious room charges are quite cheap, Celeste pushed open the door of the bathroom, the bathroom looked very old, green moss was even spread on the wall.

"It's a nightmare here."

He - while talking - adjusted the hot water, adjusted the temperature, and was about to close the door to take a shower, when he found Escrito standing at the door of the bathroom, looking at him quietly.

From Celeste's point of view, Escrito's appearance is very unreal, he is like a person who stepped out of a painting, he looks very unnatural, thick and colorful, a kind of Siles With an indescribable feeling, he took a step outside, trying to reach out and hold Escrit's hand.

What he didn't expect was that Escrito quickly avoided, and he even took a step back.

Celeste's outstretched hand froze in mid-air. He was embarrassed and felt hurt. He didn't look up to observe Escrit's expression. He quickly closed the door and stood under the shower head.

...It's so cold, he needs a good hot shower.

Escrit seemed to say something, but through the door, his voice seemed a bit vague. Celeste turned on the water very loudly, and the sound of the water hitting the body was very noisy, making Escrit Te's voice was completely covered up.

What did he say?

Celeste—has been thinking about this question, he was absent-minded in the shower, the shower gel and shampoo provided by the hotel smelled of citrus, which reminded him of the orange juice that Escrit fed him yesterday .

He lingered in the bathroom, and the white steam gradually filled the air, and the air was also stained with citrus.

Celeste dried his body casually, put on a bathrobe and opened the door, Escrito was still standing at the door, and Celeste couldn't understand the expression on his face.

He held a thick bath towel in his hand, pressed Celeste's shoulder to make him sit on the edge of the bed, and wiped his hair seriously.His movements are delicate and slow.After drying his hair, he dried Celeste with another towel, then took him into his arms and kissed him.

Celeste was very silent, he couldn't understand Escrito's actions, Escrito's subconscious retreat before made him sad, he didn't know what to say.

This time, he didn't indulge in his lover's gentle kiss, he was so calm for the first time.

"I've got to go see George."

He started to put on his clothes. Escrit stretched out his hand, as if he wanted to help him, but Celeste was a little awkward for no reason. He avoided Escrit and fastened his own buttons, saying Pretending to be brisk, "Honey, don't always treat me like a child."

This is another set of clothes he brought. He originally planned to spend the night here and prepare to wear it tomorrow, but he didn't expect it to come in handy in advance.

George's room was on the same floor as his, and he found the door without much trouble and rang the bell.

Soon, there was a sound of footsteps in the room, the door opened, and George's figure appeared at the door, and Celeste smiled at him, "George, you—you can't imagine what surprise I brought you."

"surprise?"

George was too busy paying attention to Celeste, and didn't look elsewhere, "I think you're a bit out of spirit, why did you come here?"

As he said that, he began to scold: "You didn't let the chef into the manor, and you didn't let the servants in. I went to you several times, but you shut the door and ignored me. If I didn't see you through the window, I would have almost killed you." The door is broken in. I think you must be starving, come in quickly, I have..."

"He's not hungry."

—A strange voice interrupted George's rambling abruptly, and only then did George notice the man behind Celeste, who had just raised a polite social smile on his face, and froze in an instant.

George is too familiar with the man in front of him!Isn't he the sweetheart of Celeste?

"I think maybe I haven't woken up yet."

—After a while of silence, George said dryly: "Maybe I'm actually hallucinating, and it's all your fault, Celeste. You made me have some mental problems."

"Face it, George." Celeste tried his best to look cheerful, "I just got what I wanted, and don't try to deny it."

The current situation is very different from what Celeste imagined, but he has no good way to save it.

"Aren't you asking us to come in and sit down?"

Escrit spoke again, with an impeccably social smile on his face, "It's never a good idea to stand at the door and talk about things, is it?"

"Ah, yes, yes..." George stepped aside in embarrassment, the mysterious man in front of him made him very afraid, "Please come in, please come in."

作者有话要说：感谢在2021-03-1821:37:42~2021-03-1922:23:34期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: 10 bottles of cucumber pickles;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!