[Cinderella] Prince go away

The man's words made Cinderella fall into deep thought.

In other words, he fell into the memory of his mother and this sentence.

The man didn't have any explanation for the situation that seemed to be created by himself, he just quietly looked at Cinderella who looked down and seemed to remember something.With both sides falling silent at the same time, the courtyard bathed in moonlight seemed to become silent in an instant.

Maybe not.

The night wind blew past, and the delicate branches swayed; and on the branches, the leaves that can be said to grow extremely fast after entering the spring also swayed, making a rustling sound.Occasionally, the sound of flapping wings of birds that move at night can be heard.

And it is precisely because of the extremely quiet relationship at the moment that Cinderella seems to be able to feel her own heartbeat——

Not just her heartbeat, but her breathing, and the man's breathing.

In this quiet night, these sounds that could be said to be inaudible appear very clear.

Cinderella felt nervous again—but she suppressed these emotions and carefully went through the man's previous words in her mind. When she finally understood what she should say at this time and raised her head again, she He met the man's eyes again.

It was still those eyes that seemed to be a gift from God.

Under the rendering of the moonlight, it looks as gentle as spring water and silk.

Perhaps using such words to describe a man—and a young, handsome and masculine man is not a very appropriate word.

But this is indeed Cinderella's truest thought.

However, what Cinderella didn't know was that when she was staring at the man's eyes—or she had been completely attracted by the man's eyes that looked gentle and unusual against the moonlight, the man was also staring at her.

— was also attracted by her eyes.

From a man's point of view, Cinderella's eyes seem to be so clear no matter what bad things happen to her, or how difficult she is in a situation, as if they will never be darkened. as polluted.

Just like herself.

Gentle and stubborn, easy-going and strong.

No matter how many times or how long you watch it, you won't get bored—on the contrary, it will only make you sink deeper and deeper.

None of them spoke first, they just looked at each other through the air and the moonlight, and time seemed to freeze at this moment.

Perhaps for Cinderella and the man, the other party is like the banshee Medusa in mythology. Once his eyes meet the other party's eyes, he loses the ability to speak, and is as quiet as a stone statue.

It's been a long time—probably not, after all, for the two people who were in the courtyard and kept silent, the sense of time had already become blurred.

But the first person to come back to his senses was indeed a man.

"perhaps……"

He seemed to be hesitant, but he still spoke first amid hesitation.

It's a pity that there was another voice that sounded at the same time as his voice: a low, vague voice, although it wasn't quite accurate, it did exist.It didn't sound like the sound of nature from the bird forest, nor did it sound like the conversation of other people passing by here. After all, most people should be enjoying the Smith Family's concert in the living room at this time.

—Yes, a concert!

After figuring out the source of the voice, Cinderella and the man both showed expressions of sudden realization.

It was the sound of a concert coming from the living room. Although they didn't know which song was the second half, it was definitely not the beginning—maybe it was nearing the end.

"I think..." This time it was Cinderella who took the initiative to speak, she subconsciously swallowed her saliva, as if she wanted to moisten her dry throat due to unknown reasons, "I should go back, time is running out It's early, my family is still waiting for me."

There was some eagerness and panic in her tone, and the initial calmness was lost in her words. From the man's point of view, Cinderella at this time was like a frightened little animal.

It's not so much that she wants to explain with words, it's better to say that she wants to convince herself.

The man who understood all this didn't hold back—in fact, he also knew that he didn't have any reason to hold back the woman who hadn't told her name—although he didn't make the so-called self-introduction either.

but……

The man is not going to make a belated self-introduction no matter how unreasonable it is at this time today.

"Then I won't bother you. Your father should be in a hurry."

He said pointedly.

His response Cinderella blinked subconsciously, and then she justified in a low voice, "It's not my father, I came with my mother and sisters."

In fact, Cinderella didn't know why she had to explain this to the man, and even after she finished speaking, she realized that such an excuse didn't need to exist at all, so she stopped immediately—although even if she did, it already seemed a little Too late.

But it's not impossible to remedy.

In other words, she can still avoid such a conversation and continue.

Cinderella tried her best to let herself forget about the gaffe in front of the man just now—although she didn't do anything strange or rude to the man, but compared to her usual self, after meeting this man tonight, she Maybe it's really not like myself.

This may not be a good sign.

Thinking of this, Cinderella nodded slightly to the man—in a very polite manner—Mrs. Rebecca once said in the social etiquette class that this is the correct gesture to say "goodbye".

"Then I'll take my leave."

But after all, this is the first time that Cinderella is outside, in a social situation, or to a strange man... Correction, it was a strange man who helped her to use such a posture, so she was full of anxiety and uneasiness at this time, Still added this sentence, and then...

Under the gaze of the man, she lifted her skirt and quickly left the moonlit courtyard at an unladylike pace.

"Is she afraid of me?"

Seeing Cinderella's back in the darkness quickly, the man said softly, if he falls into the eyes of outsiders who don't know about Cai, his behavior like this is better than sighing... maybe talking to himself It is more appropriate to describe it.

"For a young girl of aristocratic origin, you should be the most suitable person to contact, sir."

As soon as the man's voice fell, another voice came from the opposite direction of Cinderella's departure—that is, from behind the man. The voice sounded about 30 years old, and the owner of the voice was wearing a black tuxedo and black long trousers—as if it were a housekeeper.

He didn't respond to the other party's words, the man seemed to be thinking about something, and finally he sighed in a voice that only he could hear:

"It would be nice if she was a girl from an ordinary noble family."

But if she had been born and raised in an ordinary noble family, she might not be what she is today.

— not the she he knew.

The Mr. Butler who came out later obviously didn't understand why the master he was serving showed such an expression - in fact, before today, he had rarely seen such a soft expression on the serious face of the other party - even so soft that it looked like The looks of the others.

Is this really his master?

"Do you need me to check the identity of that lady? If it is a guest invited to the concert, it should not be difficult to find out..."

"No need."

The man raised his hand slightly, interrupting his butler's words and his proposal.

Just when Mr. Steward thought that his master didn't really care about that lady just now, and the so-called "soft expression" he saw just now was really just his illusion, he heard the man's voice again.

"We will definitely meet again."

When he said this, his tone was still the gentleness that he showed in front of Cinderella just now, but with a firmness that was hard to ignore.

"must."

When Cinderella slipped back to the living room, a new quartet was just in progress. Cinderella tried to recall the progress of the concert from the program list she had seen before, but unfortunately, in this concert There are quite a few quartets, no matter how much she recalls, it is futile.

But not knowing the progress is not a big problem, Cinderella quickly found her seat in the dark - because the backs of the twins An Ti and Tana cuddling together again are too recognizable, Cinderella even It's not easy to ignore either.

"Sorry, ma'am."

After returning to her seat, after Cinderella felt the warmth of the room, she finally realized that her skirt was still a little cool after being blown by the night wind.

"I came back late."

Because Cinderella had to pass Rebecca's seat when returning to her seat, so Rebecca had already discovered her return when Cinderella came back—even if Cinderella wanted to hide it, she would hide it no.

But to Cinderella's surprise, Rebecca didn't reprimand her for coming back so late, and even just nodded slightly to show that she already knew about it.

——then there is no follow-up.

Although Rebecca has always treated Cinderella with a "motherly" attitude, Cinderella never thought that Rebecca really didn't ask anything—after all, she herself felt that she came back a bit late, but just When Cinderella was worried about whether Rebecca would ask herself after returning to the manor, she heard Rebecca's voice.

"Is the Smith's courtyard still pretty?"

There was no reprimand in her tone, as if she was asking "Is the dessert for afternoon tea not to your taste", calm and gentle.

Cinderella's uneasy heart was soothed again for the first time tonight—but unlike in front of men, the comfort from Mrs. Rebecca made Cinderella feel calm from the bottom of her heart.

"Because it was night, I didn't see it very clearly," Cinderella didn't hide it-in fact, this was indeed the truth.

Even if it is emerald green during the day and decorated with flowers of various colors, no matter where the courtyard is—even if it is my own, it is still pitch black at night, and it is impossible to see anything clearly.

"But the moonlight is beautiful tonight," she said, turning her head to look at Rebecca's flawless side face, "so I forgot the time when I looked at it for a while."

Cinderella's words finally caught Rebecca's attention. She took a deep look at her with a look that Cinderella couldn't understand, and then when Cinderella was thinking about the meaning of that look, she revealed the words that Cinderella knew well. smile.

"That's good."

She said softly, then patted Cinderella's hand, and then shifted her gaze to the stage again.

Cinderella lowered her head and stared blankly at the place Rebecca touched just now, and then spent the second half of the concert in silence and thinking.