Those years of falling in love with Mosaic [Quick Transmigration]

Dolores' carriage stopped at the door.One of her plump and white hands was resting on the window, and on it was an emerald green ring that was as moist as water, and the base was thinly wound pure gold, which matched her blue eyes very well.She carelessly fiddled with the car curtain and stared at the yard. After a while, she turned her head and said to the maid beside her, "Yuri takes this slave very seriously."

The personal maid said softly: "Madam, you see, is it because of Viscount Helun..."

"Don't call him a Viscount." Dolores said sharply with her eyes turning cold.

A person who betrayed the Braden family is not qualified to be treated with respect by her subordinates.

The maid changed her words as she said, and lowered her hands respectfully: "I mean Helun."

"Maybe." Dolores narrowed her eyes slowly, watching the young man in the yard leaning over and kissing the boy's toes almost reverently from a distance of a door, "Yuri is kind and not very wary—" But the same thing must never happen again."

She loosened her hand and lowered the curtain.

"Tomorrow morning," she ordered slowly, "deliver a letter home for me."

The night was already deep, there were not many pedestrians on the street, only the light was still on in the exchange, and the waiting carriages were all magnificently decorated, and they were parked in a row at the door.Dolores glanced back, fully aware of what was auctioned in the exchange at this time - but she clearly saw the darkness, but she didn't want to bring her fledgling nephew into this place. go in the dark.

When the boy finally got into the car, Dolores leaned over and tried the temperature of the boy's hand—the delicate and smooth hand was already cool, the boy blinked, and even the platinum-gold The eyelashes were covered with a thin layer of night frost.

"You shouldn't have come in person," she said with a hint of reproach in her tone. Seeing that the other party had lost her cloak, she frowned even tighter. "Where's your cloak?"

I just saw my man drenched in cold water, so I put it on him—of course, Kou Qiu didn’t dare to say such words directly.

He had no choice but to raise his jaw, and said lightly, "It's dirty, so I took it off."

"Nonsense!" Dolores said, "You are not in good health, what if you catch a cold?"

Kou Qiu raised the corners of his lips, smiled, and said, "Auntie is worrying too much, how can I be so delicate?"

At this moment, he didn't know how big a flag he had set.

He has learned from the people at the exchange that after a brief repair, these bought slaves will be sent to his house the next day.Kou Qiu leaned in the carriage, thinking about his lover's current appearance, he didn't know whether he was happy or sad.

It is natural to be happy, the bond between him and this person is getting deeper and deeper, and now even without some specific words or things, he can distinguish the other person from the crowd at a glance.

There is also sadness.Young people can be reduced to slaves. Obviously, in the days before this, they did not live a life of clothing and food, and they did not know how much they suffered.When he put the cloak on the opponent, he even saw the obvious disbelief in the opponent's eyes.

Kou Qiu felt a little distressed.

[It's really distressing, but you can't be too obvious,] the system reminded him, [This world is not our socialist harmonious society, and many people still believe in witchcraft.If you really think of yourself as the successor of socialism, you will be guillotined in a few days! 】

【…】Old cadre Kou does not speak, and the old cadre Kou feels aggrieved.

What's the difference between this and a salted fish on days when you can't serve the people?

The Braden family's mansion was built on the west side, hidden in the shade of green trees, and built majestic and magnificent.The bought slaves were loaded into wagons and rolled across the road, through the neatly trimmed trees to the mansion.There were about a dozen people sitting in the car, most of them hung their heads without saying a word, and hurriedly tugged at their worn clothes, wondering what would happen next.

Many of them have been transferred many times in the hands of different owners.It’s not that I haven’t seen masters with special hobbies, but slaves are the bottom of the country. Even the servants who serve others are nobler than them. They can't get married or start a family. Their emotions and even their bodies are all in the palm of their hands.

A female slave with a beautiful face rubbed her stomach, sobbing softly.The others clearly heard her voice, but they just leaned against the wall of the car without saying a word, their expressions so cold that they were almost numb.

In this line of people, the youth is the only one who is different.His fingers were always pressed against his lips, and it seemed that even his pale golden hair had been trimmed, revealing his handsome and clean face.With his other hand firmly guarding a package, he slowly sniffed the smell on his lips, as if he wanted to find the breath left by the young master from above.

"I, I don't want to go!"

As the car got closer and closer, the girl finally seemed to be unable to bear it anymore, and burst out crying.

"I don't want to fall into the hands of these demons again - they all deserve to die, they all deserve to die!"

Before she finished speaking, she felt a sudden chill on her neck, and the two small tufts of curly hair beside her cheeks fell in response to the wind.The girl's body trembled suddenly, she couldn't say a word, she just raised her head in a daze.

The silver-gray eyes of the young man on the opposite side seemed to be filled with a huge iceberg that could not be melted. The color in it made her flustered. His face was expressionless, but his eyes seemed to be looking at an enemy with a sworn enemy.

"Don't let me hear you commenting on my master again." He stood up, unhurriedly took back the things that were thrown out just now, put them back in the palm of his hand, and sat down. "Otherwise, next time it won't be hair."

The girl's fingertips were frightened and turned cold, and she suddenly felt the great fear from the bottom of her heart.She turned her head away, not daring to meet the young man's gaze again.

The butler who greeted them was the butler who had been in the Brydon family for nearly 40 years. Although he was old, his back was still straight.The snow-white shirt was well-washed, and the black tuxedo was buttoned up meticulously, with obsidian cuff buttons neatly worn on the cuffs.He opened the pocket watch on his chest, then raised his eyes again, and glanced at the group of newcomers in front of him.

Even a dull person can feel the scrutiny in his eyes.

"Who was the last person the young master bought yesterday?" He said slowly.

The young man with silver-gray eyes stepped forward.

"It's you?"

The butler glanced at him, and felt that the other party had the vibe of a fight, and felt even more displeased.He put the letter from Dolores that he received today into the back of his pocket, and said calmly, "Come with me."

The young man was led all the way to the dark and damp underground, and in front of him was a basin full of clothes waiting to be washed.The slave who was working next to him just raised his eyelids to look around, then quickly lowered his head and continued to work. The housekeeper stood at the door and ordered: "Just these clothes, you must clean them up in the morning. Otherwise, you have nothing to do with it." It is necessary to stay at home."

The youth paused for a moment, then bowed his body and said nothing more.

Without a single complaint, he rolled up his sleeves and stood in front of the pile of clothes.

—It's just work.

Compared with those days when he was precarious and had to fight to make his way out, he no longer knew where his happiness was.Even working in this house, he could occasionally see that noble young master.

his master.

The slave next to him carefully looked up and saw that the steward had gone far away, so he poked his head over and asked in a low voice, "What's your name?"

The young man said, "I don't have a name."

The slave wondered: "Your parents haven't given you a name yet?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he seemed to think of something, laughed dryly, and interrupted, "This is also normal, there are many of us who don't have names, or if we do a good job, the master will give us a gift." one."

The young man's silver-gray eyelashes trembled, his eyes gradually became a bit erratic, and he didn't know what he was thinking.After a long while, he suddenly said: "Master...will you give names to slaves?"

"Young master?" The person standing next to him was taken aback for a moment, then his expression changed, "Which young master are you talking about?"

The young man hesitated, and said in a low voice, "I don't know how many young masters there are in this house."

He scrubbed the clothes with his strong fingers, out of some kind of selfishness, he didn't want to share that young master's dazzling demeanor with the other party.

"Who else?" said the slave next to him, "There is only one real young master here, Master Ulysses!"

He turned his head around again, still a little in disbelief, "But were you all bought by Master Ulysses? ——It shouldn't be, how could Master Ulysses still come back after such a thing? A buyer on the exchange?"

Ulysses.

This is the first time the young man has heard the name.

He chewed these four words several times secretly between his lips and teeth, and felt that this name was enough to match his master's emerald green pupils.His fingers were soaked in the icy cold water, but the palm of his hand was burning hot, as if there were some hot pipes that connected the temperature to his heart.

"Master Ulysses..." The slave next to him scrubbed and washed his clothes, and his tone was slowly stained with longing, "So, you have seen him?—I bet, three hundred You will never find such beautiful eyes, such slender necks, and even those young ladies will never have such beauty."

He is a unique rose.

The young man listened silently to the people around him praising his master, his pupils were wet, as if he had sunk into a bottomless sea.

He worked in the house all day, but he could only stay underground all the time, without any right to go up, let alone see that delicate young master.It wasn't until late at night, when various servants were busy preparing for the dinner, that he heard a few kitchen maids say a few words.

"The young master is sick," said one of the maids. "The butler told me that I hope to prepare a light dinner for tonight, make some soup, and send Bayer upstairs."

"Master is sick?"

Another maid said in surprise, "No wonder I didn't see him coming downstairs today. Has the doctor come yet?"

"Bayer said it's a fever," the maid who spoke before sighed, "I'm afraid I just came back last night and got a bit cold..." Before she could finish her sentence, she glanced at the woman in the corner. The young man standing there in a daze couldn't help but reprimanded, "What are you still doing standing there? Don't you work anymore?"

The young man who looked like a sculpture moved his feet, lifted his heavy feet again, and walked towards the work place.

The rest of his work was absent-minded.It was clear that his hands were chopping firewood neatly, but his mind had already drifted away to nowhere.

Until then, he hated himself as a lowly slave.

If he is not a slave, even if he is just a servant, he will have the opportunity to open the door and see his master lying on the hospital bed.Maybe he could get closer to the holy bed, slowly support the other person's back, make him sit up, and fix the loose collar for his young master——

Unfortunately, he is just a slave.

The actions of the youth's subordinates became heavier.

The days of winter are short, and shortly after dinner, the owners of the house all went back to their rooms to rest.The young man also slowly walked into the small room where he was resting, but suddenly he heard a cough, turned his head, and saw the housekeeper standing at the door.

"Go up now," said the steward, "put out all the burning stoves on the first and second floors, and pick up all the useless firewood and throw them away—be careful not to stain the carpet, and never disturb the master." Awake."

This is a thankless job that cannot be seen by the master, and requires kneeling on the ground to dig out the ashes carefully. Only slaves with low status will do it.But when the young man heard this, his figure suddenly trembled, and something seemed to flash in his eyes.

He reluctantly shook his trembling fingers, stood at the boundary between darkness and light, and whispered: "Yes."

The butler looked at him in surprise, as if aware of his strange attitude; but even the experienced butler couldn't figure out what the light in the young man's eyes was, so he simply waved his hand to signal him to hurry up.

The young man carried a bucket and a small shovel, and disappeared at the end of the stairs in a blink of an eye.

Only a few candles were still burning in the hall, and the dancing candlelight elongated his figure.He swiftly disposed of all the stoves on the first floor, then paused, without making a sound, and stepped up the steps leading to the second floor.

There are soft embroidered carpets under your feet, as if you have stepped into the clouds.

The fireplace was in the study on the second floor, and the young man turned it off silently, looking towards the corridor.The corridor was empty and quiet.

He slowly went out with the tools in his hand, hesitated for a moment, then washed his hands with the water in the bucket, and approached another room.

On the sign hanging on the door, "Ulysses" was written impressively.

"Master," he knocked lightly on the door with his hand, and whispered, "Master?"

......

no respond.

There seemed to be a deep fire in the young man's eyes, and then he put his hand on the door and turned it lightly.

He entered the room.

It was the first time he stepped into such a magnificent room, but his eyes were completely unable to appreciate the dazzling decorations; he could barely suppress the trembling of his body, and took a step closer, standing a few Stepping away, he looked at the person deeply buried in the bed with almost reverence.The man leaned his head on the soft and white feather pillow, half of his white face exposed was abnormally bright red, his lips were slightly parted, and the breath he exhaled was also hot and hot.

After a while, the breath seemed to be alive, drilling into his chaotic brain.

Even looking at it like this is a kind of blasphemy.The young man hastily looked away, making sure that the young master was not suffering from any serious illness, and the big stone he had been carrying in his heart finally fell to the ground.He put his hand on the doorknob again, and was about to leave without a sound, when he suddenly heard the boy on the bed make a sound.

"water......"

Kou Qiu turned over, because of the abnormal temperature, his throat was parched with thirst.He was in a daze, and shouted following the memory in his mind, "Bayer, water..."

After a while, a trembling breath approached him, and then the familiar cup touched his lips.Someone lifted him up slightly and made him sit up a little so as not to choke, the water at just the right temperature gurgled into his mouth, moistening his burnt dry lips.

The forehead was also covered with something cold, which took some of the scorching heat away.Kou Qiu closed his eyes, feeling a little better.

He lay back down again, pulled the quilt up, and fell asleep almost instantly.

It's just that he didn't sleep well. In a trance, he seemed to be aware of someone standing beside the bed, staring at him with eyes that stared at the gods, piously looking at the statue of God in the church.

"My master," said the voice softly, "please get well soon."

"I hope you will never have any illnesses again."

The next day, when Kou Qiu woke up, the doctor was in his room.His father was standing aside, listening to what the doctor said, when he opened his eyes, he approached him and said, "Yuri."

Kou Qiu barely blinked.

"How do you feel?" Father put his generous hand on his forehead, "Dr. Friesen said that you are almost fine. It's just that you can't catch a cold these days."

His hands paused, and there was a hint of reproach in his tone, "The exchange is also not allowed to go at night. Baier, you should pay attention to it later and take good care of it."

The personal servant hurriedly bowed his body and agreed.

The system cub said quietly: [Father, you are so delicate. 】

I went out at night, but there was only a little wind, and I fell ill in a blink of an eye.This is really a proper sick and weak constitution, completely worthy of the reputation of the pampered young master.

Kou Qiu: […]

He was wronged.

Socialist successors, shouldn't they come and go in the wind and rain!

[Speaking of wind and rain,] the system suddenly said, [I woke up last night.I found that Dad seems to have come to see you. 】

Kou Qiu slept in a daze for more than a day, only now remembered in surprise, and looked around.

[Why isn't he here now? 】

[How do I know,] the system brat speculates irresponsibly, [Maybe he fell ill too? 】

How does this work!

Kou Qiu remembered how the other party took a shower of cold water after the bloody fight that day, and couldn't help feeling worried.He tried his best to prop up his body, sat up straighter, and said, "Father, where is the person I bought the day before yesterday?"

The father obviously didn't know anything about this matter, but Baier who was on the side replied respectfully: "Master, they have all been assigned to work by the housekeeper."

Hearing that it was just a slave, the male master was obviously no longer interested, and talked to the doctor about other things.Kou Qiu hurriedly asked: "Then what about the one I bought last?"

"He was downstairs, working with the others," Bayer said.

"What work?" Kou Qiu asked.

Baier hesitated for a while, as if he could see something else from the master's concerned expression, but he still told the truth, "Wash clothes."

[…] The system brat almost spit out blood. He couldn't imagine that the father of Jiaolong, who called the wind and rain in the last world, huddled in the basement and washed clothes.

Or use your hands!

Kou Qiu obviously felt distressed, and said, "I want to see him."

Bayer wondered: "But young master, he is just a slave—"

"I want to see him," Kou Qiu said again, with an unquestionable tone, "now."

Baier had no choice but to turn around and go downstairs.When he found the young man, the young man was chopping firewood below, his smooth muscles tightened with his movements, with a bit of strength, the whole person was like a statue carved out of marble.A few maids beside him were giggling and looking in his direction, the young man's brows were still standing still, and the movements of his hands were crisp and neat.

"You're lucky," Bayer's tone couldn't help being a little sour, "I don't know where the blessing came from. It's fine to be bought by the young master, but I still want to see you at this moment."

The young man's originally calm expression changed instantly. He wiped off the sweat from his forehead, and a strange brightness melted into his silver-gray eyes, "Master wants to see me?"

"Yes," Baier said, "right now."

With a sour mood, he said impatiently: "Don't fix your hair, he won't look at you at all—even if the young master is kind-hearted, you should know your identity."

The young man paused for a moment, then pursed his thin lips, and said, "I know."

He is my Master, to whom my soul and heart are bound.

He is my god.

There was no one else in the room, only Kou Qiu was sitting on the bed alone.Seeing the young man walk in, he patted the side of the bed and motioned him to sit down, "Why sit so far away?"

The young man still stayed a few steps away from him, whispering: "I will dirty your bed."

His fingers clenched the corners of his clothes that were stained with gray.

Kou Qiu: "..."